#perfect rememberance and everything

[qpids-here]

You aren't really giving me a choice...you're lucky we are freinds.

Well, a few months ago, during the...war...there was this odd light. It wasn't white, but it was a warm cream color, like old light bulbs. I touched it and suddenly everything..stopped? Then it hurt really bad, and that's when I got all these purple marks realted to them.. -💣

...While that's lovely information, that's not really the full statement, is it?

Wouldn't it be much nicer if you started from the beginning? I reckon it'd be nice to get it off your chest!

[razzle-n-dazzle]

Yandere headcanons for any character of your choosing? I loved the Adam ones !

ᯓ★ General YANDERE! Headcanons (triple threat!) Angel Dust / Reader, Mammon / Reader, Vox / Reader TW! If you don't like this type of content please scroll away: Dark romance, Romanizes Yandere(s), stalking, drugs, alcohol, mention of (sexual) abuse, toxic relationship at the start (Mammon), gaslighting, murder, weird ex behavior (Vox), accusations of incest (didn't happen, Vox), manipulation (Vox), kidnapping, forced love/relationship, emotional manipulation.

ᯓ It was the moment that you started treating Angel Dust as Anthony, not just a play-thing or a fuck buddy or a guy to do crack or get wasted with, just plain, pure Anthony, that anything really stirred in him.

ᯓ He had seen you around the street a few times, never really talked to you yet just always managed to point you out from the crowd. He never knew why, nor did he understand why you, another Sinner just trying to live your own life in this hell-pit, always stuck out to him like a sore thumb anytime he was near your vicinity. It wasn't until he actually spoke to your first in the hotel that he realized why; You weren't a bitch, you didn't act like everyone else in hell and it was odd.

ᯓ It was like you were a toned down version of Charlie, still bubbly like her and very much being able to keep up if need be, yet you were quiet and kept to yourself; Speaking only when spoken to, or when need be, and even then your voice carried this honey sweetness Angel only expected in the voice of, well, angels. "Oh, hello, Angel!" Was your first words to him. And they strangely held no malice, irreverence, or flirtatious tone, not even undertone; They were just plan and simply, and slightly sweet, and was just a greeting. He wouldn't realize how you friend spoke to him would stick into his head later that night, nor that starting that conversation with you would change his life so much. After all, with a new resident at the hotel, who happened to be at bar at the same time as Angel, was nothing to be note worthy or right home about. There was only one bar at the hotel, and it was kind of used as the main common room even if there were couches.

ᯓ Yet you made it rememberable. And you always made your interactions with Anthony after that rememberable.

ᯓ Yandere! Angel is more Anthony than Angel speaking, thinking, feeling, at least most of the time; Because it was Anthony you had made an impression on that night, not Angel. It was Anthony you had captured the heart of truly and wholly, leaving no room for competition by completely devouring his attention and infecting his mind with your sunny smile and sweetened voice. His mind, from that day on, was captured by you and your everything. Even when trying to be Angel, trying to be that perfect Porn Star everyone knows him to be, as soon as you capture his attention it's like he can't think. All he can see is you, all he can smell is you, all his thoughts are consumed and eaten by your presence. By your soft touches and your words and just by you. In his eyes, you're perfect.

ᯓ He wants to be both be you and be with you at once.

ᯓ He wanted your sweet nature, which still left room to let you stand up for yourself. He craved to have your gentle touch, not soiled by his line of infiltrating, disgusting, consuming work. He yearned for your body, to both be plush and flushed against his hands and yet also for your body to be his. He wanted you. He wanted your being, your soul, your everything. He wanted your trust and your kindness, even if he felt he didn't deserve it. He wanted to keep you to himself and shield away from what he was, who he was, and who he worked for.

ᯓ He wanted to love you and for you to love him.

ᯓ During your first few months of being friends, and maybe even after, Anthony made it a point to try and talk to you whenever he could. He also made it a point to scroll endlessly through your Instagram, Twitter, and any other form of social media in Hell that you had and he could get his hands on. He slowly began to learn who you were friends with, where your favorite food joints where, where you liked to hang out, your style of clothes, and if you had family down in Hell. Anthony get's so absorbed in having you in his life that something in the back of brain slowly began to justify his stalkerish actions, even encouraged it when he felt disgusted doing so before. 'They're posting this for all of Hell to see', 'You're just trying to learn more about them to be better friends', 'Other people would do this too, you're not doing anything wrong', 'They might like it'.

ᯓ Though he wouldn't let you know he does this. He wouldn't want to creep or freak you out, that would just drive you away, and he couldn't bare not having a day where he got to see your face or hear your voice. And he also wouldn't be able to handle it if you began to look at him with shame and fear. Oh, he would never want to hurt you like that.

ᯓ He would never want to hurt you, ever; Nor would he want, or let, anyone else hurt you.

ᯓ He needed to keep you away from Valentino and Angel Dust. Anthony knew you loved him, at least to some sort of extent, yet he didn't know if you would love Angel Dust; A porn star who's had his private parts flashed all over hell and has done every kinky shit that could be thought up of. And oh, Valentino, if he ever caught wind that Anthony Angel Dust was dating some sinner, he would be pissed. Either going out for you directly or going after Angel himself, and while he could take the abuse, especially if it meant saving you the pain, he would not put you through that shit.

ᯓ He would keep you close, made sure you felt protected and safe and loved, yet far enough to never entangle you in his fucked up work world.

ᯓ Yandere! Anthony, who adores any sort of non-sexual physical contact between the two of you, even if it takes him a moment to get comfortable with. Forgiving and forgetting old, and active, habits were hard, and yet you waited for him, you held patience and understanding for his background. It just made him fall even more madly in love with you.

ᯓ Yandere! Anthony, who may or may not have killed a few sinners for even daring to try and touch you (thinking you were a porn star just like Angel) just because you associated with him.

ᯓ Anthony, who will receive a phone call from you while doing a shoot for Val and try his best to answer right away, even if it meant facing repercussions. He just couldn't bare thinking about the possibility that you could be in trouble and missing that call, just to find out you were ordering coffee and forgot his order; But if it had been the latter, he would never forgive himself. Plus, while being plowed into by a few dozen guys, he always craves to hear your voice. It's like a breath of fresh air he needs to keep going.

ᯓ Anthony, who's able to put up with Val's requests and wants because he knows he gets to return to the hotel to see you, and your smiling face and feel you pepper sweet kisses into his cheeks if he wanted. Maybe even cuddle up against you, listening to your rhythmed breathing as you took care of his aches and pains. As you gave him the after care he didn't know he so desperately needed until know.

ᯓ Anthony, who didn't know how jealous he could get until he noticed you started hanging around a certain person a lot more; Or maybe that person wanted to start hanging around you a lot more. Either way, even if he had worked that tag, he constantly asked to tag along. And when you weren't looking, he would shoot glares and threats at the sinner who dared try and steal his lover; He would keep this up for as long as it took for the sinner to get the message and leave you along. And when you started to realize that friend was distancing themselves from you, he would swoop in and call him an asshole and that you deserved better friends. All the while he cupped your cheeks, squishing your face together, and peppered a kiss in between your eyebrows to quell the pain you felt.

ᯓ Anthony who is nothing short but a soft Yandere, who simply just wants you all for himself. You were too good to be faced out there with all the creeps and the weirdos of the world; And while he might not fully deserve you, you seemed to have picked him and he'll make sure your after life if the best experience of your life.

ᯓ "You cannot be in love with- with that two-timing, bitch ass face, Mammon! Don't you see what he's doing to you?!" Where some of the last words you ever heard from your long time friend before effectively cutting them off; Because it's what you thought best at the time. It's what Mammon told you was best at the time, claiming they were simply jealous and wanted to end your perfect relationship with him. It would be the last words from any sort of 'reason' you would ever heard, words trying to help but you knew they didn't understand. And that wasn't from Mammon's reasoning, nor his infection in your brain, nor his overpowering stance that easily made you tremble and obey.

ᯓ It was by your own thoughts, your own judgement that you had passed from dating Mammon ever since the day he killed your lover; Hanging them up on stage for everyone to see, a wide, psychopathic grin on his face before he turned to you, asking for your hand in marriage.

ᯓ And you had been afraid of him, afraid of death, when you had agreed all those years ago. He was a Sin, a Prince of Hell, and that made his power greatly out way yours. You had been afraid of the reproductions of you had said no, even if you truly had held no love or even care for Mammon at that time; The fear of his power pushed you to agree.

ᯓ Mammon, who had been spying on you since they day you came into his Ring of Greed, without your knowledge. Had always held a fascination about you, and the way you consumed and toyed with his mind, making him feel like you were worth than any amount of money or gold in the world. Which was ridiculous, as he knew for a fact you wouldn't be worth much, even if he did make you a marketable sex toy. Fizz? He was worth money, he was worth time, he was worth so much more than you and yet... when Mammon looked at you, heard your laughter, saw your smile and the way you just lived your life, you were suddenly worth more than anything he could get his grimy, greedy hands on.

ᯓ You became all he wanted to get his greedy hands on; And when Mammon wants something, he will get it, even if it meant he had to use force. So killing a Lover, that was something he was willing to do if it meant you would love him. Surely you could look past that and love him all the same!

ᯓ At first, you were like Mammon's little play thing. Sure, he loved you deep to his core, so much so it terrified you cold, but he could tell you didn't love him back. Not yet. So he showed you all the reasons you should love him over your past Lover, even if he knew they couldn't play this fun little game right back: He would take you out on the town, made sure you were dressed in the most expensive and flashing and tight fitting clothes in all of the nine rings! He took you to expensive restaurants, on fancy excursions, and basically became like a sugar daddy just to prove himself. All the while also acting like a body guard, stabbing anyone with one of his many spider-like legs if they dared get to close to either of you. He would buy you fancy gifts, he would show you luxurious nights in bed, he would even introduce you to the other Sins as his lover to solidify your place.

ᯓ All he needed was your love! And you should have just gave it to him from the start!... but, playing this little game is fun too. Even though he was making sure it would be temporary.

ᯓ To say you were too scared to leave Mammon at first was would be an understatement; You were blood-cold terrified.

ᯓ Yet, little did you know that the influence you had in Mammon's brain was greater than you or him had ever thought. Now, Mammon knew will you were constantly on his brain, that he was constantly seeking for you in every room, that he was drunk off your presence along and that he never wanted you to leave his side! Hell, he would have killed you if you ever tried!... at first.

ᯓ Though there's a weird thing that happens when you're both deeply in love with someone and around them all the time, not allowing them to venture far from your side. Something that is so extraordinary that it can't be completely summed up or explained in words. It's like, you slowly start realizing how to love. That was the best word to describe it as. It's something that wasn't caught on at first, something that slowly inched it's way in and changed the way you and Mammon functioned together. And it was weird but wonderful all at the same time. Where Mammon only cared about showing and flashing you off, he slowly started to notice what you did and didn't like to eat. At first he brushed it off, but soon found himself ordering your favorite meal from any choice restaurant when you weren't with him, which is a rare occasion, just to taste it. Just to remind him of you. Then it turned into appreciation, small but encroaching. Whether he would notice the small things you do in the background, even if you didn't fully love him, which made his life a whole lot easier; Which made Fizz a whole lot happier, which made him a whole lot more money. How you always knew what he wanted and needed after a long day, how you fetched it for him just because he looked tired. Just because it was nice. And all these slow baby steps, of learning how to love and not yearn for someone, changed you both for the better. More so Mammon than you.

ᯓ Think of your relationship now more like Gomez and Morticia Addams; In a weird, still fucked up way.

ᯓ Mammon didn't exactly worship the ground you walked on, but he did worship you a lot more than before. Always having you in front row seats at his show, or if he was judging sat upon his lap like a Princess. In which would leave him to his own greedy, grimy thoughts and before you knew you, small peppers up your arm turned to kisses on the neck, and then Mammon having you straddle his waist as he took the air from your lungs; Kissing you with all the greed of the world, yet passion as well. He was hungry for you.

ᯓ He was starving.

ᯓ He was both possessive, largely so, and protective of you. You were not let outside the house without Mammon or some sort of guard, not that he trusted them entirely. While he didn't want you to get hurt, or damaged, he also didn't want your body to be on display for other eyes if he wasn't there. Your body was all his, and while people can gawk at it and stare all they want, he will be right there snickering and sneering at them. He will always be there.

ᯓ He is big on PDA, big on showing everyone who you belong do, big on showing you off, big on making sure people knew no one could touch you as long as he was here, big on making everyone know you were kid... but Big on making sure you were happy too. Even if he is an asshole and loved to make sexist jokes or laugh at and with you at the most inappropriate times or say he's going to make a sex doll of you because it would turn in such a profit!- (Which he would never, your body, especially the best fucking part, was only his.) -He still cares enough to care about you and your happiness.

ᯓ He's a douche, but a loveable douche; You just might need to teach him some proper manners, or else all your clothes might as well be covered from the blood of every sinner in Hell.

ᯓ You actually used to date Vox, used to be seated right next to him in his TV programs, helping run his show behind the scenes, helping him with his frustrations; Basically, being an unpaid worker and doing it all just because you knew it helped Vox. It made his day less stressful, it allowed him to relax. Sure he could have been overbearing at times, a little possessive even around the V's, yet he was generally a good lover and you enjoyed his company.

ᯓ Yet you had to put your foot down and end your relationship with him due to this possessive attitude. You had found it cute at first, though when he went as far as to threaten and stalk one of your siblings, because he thought they were way too close to you, you couldn't handle it. Even more so when he tried to gaslight you, basically shouting out: "No sibling should EVER be that fucking close to each other! He was fucking touching you, and I'm not going to fucking stand for it, you hear me?" And he had never shouted at you before, even while frustrated. So it had taken you aback a little, even more so when you say how his eyes widened, how a twisted grin strung itself on his face. He wasn't Vox; He wasn't your Vox. "So it's either ME or THEM. Pick wisely here." This wasn't the Vox you had fallen in love with. The charming man who was chivalrous, who had an award winning smile, who made you swoon and laugh, who you could talk to for hours even if he ranted about everything that annoyed him during the day. This wasn't him, he wouldn't be grabbing your face as he was now, harsh and indenting, basically breaking skin and causing you to bleed on his hands. Staring at you with a crazed look, making you choose between him and your family, making accusations that your siblings had incestual interested in you! "You're crazy." The words left you winded, like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs in one sad attempt to voice yourself. A sad attempt it was indeed, and you knew that as soon as Vox let out a growl and forcefully shoved your head to the side, effectively knocking you down to the floor. This wasn't him, the thought continued to swirl around your head as your body scrapped across the polished floor. As you shook a hand out, attempting to crawl away from Vox, attempted to escape anything else he might through your way to let him cool down by himself. Yet, a pain yell was the only reward of that fruitless effort of yours from Vox slamming and digging his foot into the middle of your back. Tears prickled in your eyes, a choked out sob, as you could barely make out the glitched words that spewed out of Vox's mouth.

ᯓ "What the FUCK did you just say to me, bitch?!"

ᯓ Safe to say your family and friends had to get involved, had to help you sneak out in the middle of the night and place you under protection. You knew better than to forgive Vox after something like that, his act completely and utterly broke all the trust you had for him; And if he hit you once, he would hit you again. So you stayed far away from The V's corner of the Pride ring, far, far away; And slowly you started the process of healing, of learning how to do life without Vox at your side, of learning how to not be afraid he might turn up, of learning how to live again.

ᯓ You didn't realize how much he had drained you mentally and physically over the course of your relationship, as it was all hidden as acts and gestures of love; Of nights alone, cuddling in the dead of night while no one else knew. Of drinking glasses of wine, watching some late night program or ranting about your shitty lives. Of hanging out with the rest of the V's and of going out with Vox and feeling like you were on top of the world!

ᯓ And slowly you started to feel safe again, after months and months had past with no Vox, you started to go outside with more confidence and by your own; You ventured and you saw and you thought you were safe. Vox couldn't hurt you any longer, Vox had no more control over you, Vox didn't care about you anymore so why should you care about him! He can go suck some power Overlord's cock and get his power through the people he keeps around him. He can go fuck off because you didn't need him anymore.

��� But, oh, Vox needed you.

ᯓ And you didn't know, you couldn't know, that he's been tracking every step you took outside your home; Silently listening to all your conversations, silently always being there, inches away from you, foaming at the mouth with the idea of having you again. Yet waiting. Always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now you're alone, and you're unnoticed in a crowd of sinners, and you're in perfect range...

ᯓ And you'll be his soon enough.

ᯓ You don't remember much after heading into that store. You don't even remember leaving it. In fact, you didn't remember much, and any events that happened after you had entered that store kind of blurred together in a hasty mist. All you could remember is that you had gone in, attempting to find a new camera or laptop for your sibling; Who had been just crawling up your ass, bugging you about the latest technology that had came out and how it would do wonders for their career... that and you knew they just wanted a new laptop or camera, even though theirs worked perfectly fine. And yet, you cannot remember if you even managed to get to the camera or laptop section before everything god mudded and hazed.

ᯓ "Well, fuck me in the ass, you're awake!" And then an all too familiar voice rang out in the room, which you hadn't taken to notice you were in. A room, your eyes shot up to take it in, that was unmistakably familiar; A bedroom. His bedroom; Where you were tied in on a plush chair, where he had made his way over to you. Where he now, grabbing the arm rests of the chair, leaned tauntingly over your smalling frame, with that crazed smile. Oh that smile, one that used to live in your dreams, first welcomed and then hauntingly. That smile that made you coward down and away, paired with those crazed, piercing eyes. "No no," Vox would then coo, reaching his clawed hands up to cup your cheeks. His actions were gentle and sweet, like he was holding a glass vase that could be destroyed even with the slightest pressure added down onto it. "Hey, hey, look at me. I'm not going to hurt you... look at me, Darling."

ᯓ And yet you didn't meet Vox's eyes, you couldn't, and instead Vox would helplessly watch as you cowered away from him and flinching at his honeyed touch; As you feared him. Feared.. HIM! The one man who has silently killed everyone who had crossed your path, everyone who had made you uncomfortable, everyone who dared tried to through anything your fucking way he killed them all! For you...

ᯓ AND YOU DARED FUCKING COWER AWAY FROM HIM LIKE HE WOULD HURT YOU?!

ᯓ "I SAID FUCKING LOOK AT ME!" Snapped Vox as a sudden, sharp, pain stabbed into your cheek, causing you to choke out in pain, as Vox forcefully snapped your neck towards him; Forcing you to look him directly in the eye. You saw the way his left eye was wide open, swirling black lines around his pupil. That crazed look, it painted his face, and yet something inside of you was coaxing you that it was okay. That he was crazy because he cared, because he loved you, because he wanted you to be safe...

ᯓ Because he was sorry.

ᯓ The voice was strong, it pounded against your head even as you knew logically it wasn't that; None of what that invading, creeping, engulfing voice said true! Vox wasn't sorry for his actions, he never would be, he was, and is, boiling and pissed and controlling. He was a man who got what he wanted when he wanted because he forced it that way. And yet, the voice was so coaxing and sweet... And you watched though a fuzzy mind as Vox slowly kneeled down in front of your chair. Where you even tied up anymore? You could barely tell. Gently, his hands slid down your face, the blood cascading down with them, as he felt your figure against his hands once more. And slowly, gently, still staring up at you, he took your hands in his. He played with something cold, solid, against your hand, a wedding ring, silently twirling it around your finger as a honeyed smiled sunk onto his lips, "Honey, sweetie," His voice started, glitching out slightly before leveling back out, "I'm so, so sorry for scaring you. Really, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just frustrated and upset-" There was a break in his speech, allowing for a chuckle to slip through, "-and we both know I can get unreasonable when I'm upset. I promise, it won't happen again, Darling, so.. come back home, please."

ᯓ Something in the back of your head was trying to shout and claw it's way through, trying to break through the skin and flesh of your brain and bleed out it's words and thoughts. Yet it never came to fruition, as the thought past by like a cloud drifting off in the wind from a flutter in your chest. A grin seeping onto your face, "Vox.." You would mumble, tone sweet and loving and forgiving; forgetting; Forgetting what he had put you through, the pain and the suffering you had to bear alone. Forgetting how he plastered your face on TV screens for weeks on end, bashing you to all of the Pride Ring to hear. Forgetting how he had cracked your spine all those months ago. Forgetting, not forgiving. "...I'm sorry for leaving in the first place."

ᯓ And in that moment, Vox knew something you didn't know: He, had, won. You were his, sure under the power of his little mind control, but you were his again and he was yours. And no one, and nothing, is going to ever take you away from him ever again.

ᯓ He'll make sure of it. You wouldn't miss your family anyways, you wouldn't even remember them!

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The boy stops in his tracks. “I know you,” he says, tilting his head curiously. He’s not tall, but he’s regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leia’s hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?

“That’s nice,” she says, and shoots him anyway.

He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. She’s only seen one of those before, and it’s Vader’s. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, she’s in deep shit.

She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.

Later, as she’s getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didn’t try to stop her.

She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. “Does he not like it here?” She’d asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. “Is it…because of me?”

“Oh, Leia,” her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. “It’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.” Breha’s eyes grew deeper, darker. “It was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, that’s all.”

Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.

The next time she’d seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. “He’s lonely,” she’d told her mother. “No one should be lonely.”

Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. He’d aged thirty years in the ten it had been.

He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.

“Leia,” he greets. “It’s been a long time.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.

Kenobi freezes in his tracks. “Luke?” He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if he’d been speaking directly into her ear.

Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.

In an instant, Leia understands everything.

Kenobi is still staring at the boy he’d lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.

Later, as she’s pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.

Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.

“They know where you are,” he hisses frantically. “They’re coming for you. You have to run.”

“Wait!” Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness she’d felt since they’d landed. She tended to trust her gut. “How do you know? How much time do we have?”

“Not important, and not enough,” he says. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are.”

He pauses. “Call me Skywalker.”

“That’s not an answer, Skywalker.”

“Yes it is.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.

“Shit,” Skywalker mutters. “I have to go. I’ll be in contact, okay? Don’t ever tell me where you are, or where you’re heading. Vader and Palpatine aren’t shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.”

“But—“

It’s too late. The comm has disconnected.

She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know they’re here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?

Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.

It’s probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.

Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. “Hey Princess, can you tell these idiots—“

She makes a decision then and there.

“We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We’re evacuating, effective immediately.” She pushes past him, and he follows so close he’s nearly stepping on her heel.

“Why? I think it’s pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Apparently too cozy.” She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. “Emergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, I’ll let you know where we’re headed when we’re in orbit.”

He salutes and scurries off.

“Woah, hey now.” Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a new informant. He told me the Empire knows we’re here. They’re coming for us.”

“And you trust this person because…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. “It’s either he’s lying and we’re not in danger, or he’s telling the truth and we’re going to die if we don’t listen. It’s not exactly hard math.”

It could be a trap of course, but he hadn’t suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasn’t inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.

He squints at her. “That’s not it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you,” he insists. He’s so infuriating. Leia doesn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, and you’re either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.”

“Who said I was riding on your hunk of junk?” She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that can’t fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesn’t need to know that.

“Well?”

Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesn’t know when she let that happen.

“I feel it,” she admits, defeated. “Something tells me he’s trustworthy. We’ll wait and see if it’s right.”

He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside she’s jittery at the scrutiny. They don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, all right,” Han finally says.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man she’s never even met. “Now come on, Princess, weren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They don’t have time to find out.

“So there’s good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” she demands.

“They know there’s a mole.”

“Shit.” Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empire’s plans. “The good news?”

“They’ve tasked me with hunting down this ‘pathetic rebel spy,’” Skywalker says, humor in his voice. “That should buy me some time.”

Leia can’t quite stop the snort she lets out. “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’re speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.”

“Thank you,” he says grandly. Then, quieter, “It won’t last, Princess. They’ll find out eventually.”

“I know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.”

“Will it?” He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesn’t know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.

Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.

Unless he didn’t.

It’s ridiculous. It’s impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.

But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.

The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.

Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatine’s intrusions.

Powerful enough to hide the fact that he’s a spy.

Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.

Maybe Luke isn’t so bad after all.

“No, no, no,” she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. “Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

“Princess…” Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.

“No, he’s not dead. He’s not. Luke!”

A faint cough answers her, and she’s so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, “Some damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?”

“Luke, it’s me,” she sobs. “It’s Leia. You’re at the Rebel Base. You’re safe.”

More coughing, and there’s a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, “You know…my name?”

“I figured it out.”

“Smart.” This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.

“Shit, kid,” Han says, moving another piece of rubble. “Don’t talk. We’re gonna get you out of here, all right?”

“Stand back,” Luke chokes out.

“What?”

“Stand back. Please.”

Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.

“Clear,” she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.

The TIE explodes.

“Fuck!” Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that she’d just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.

And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.

“Luke!” She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.

As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.

Han is still looking at the TIE. “Can you do that?” He asks quietly.

Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. “Is that what you’re most concerned with right now? Really?”

“Excuse me for asking, Princess!”

“It’s white,” Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. “I hate wearing white.”

“Should I be offended?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.”

“Well,” she says gingerly. “I guess it’s a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think we’re twins.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right.”

[justanoasisimagines]

First Date - X men Preference

A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

Victor "Sabretooth" Creed; A walk in the woods followed by a picnic is what Victor would plan for you. Since Victor prefers to be intuned with his beast side. He'd probably prefer to take you somewhere secluded without many people. he wants to be alone with you. If he took you to a restaurant or something he'd feel pressure to be someone he's not because humans aren't accepting of Mutants.

Bobby "Iceman" Drake; Bobby's a gentleman so he'd take you for dinner. He'd plan every aspect of the date. From picking you up when he brings you flowers to the date itself. He takes you to a restaurant that sells your favorite food. He pays for the date. It's sweet and romantic. Both of you have a good time.

Logan "Wolverine" Howlett; Logan would teach you how to play pool. He's not someone who's going to plan some fancy date. He's not one of those people. He is not a people person. However, Logan would take you to his favorite bar, so he could take you to play pool. It's quiet and secluded. Also, people keep to themselves, which is exactly what Logan wants.

Erik "Magneto" Lehserr; Erik would take you for dinner. He'd request somewhere private, so the two of you could be alone. it would allow you to talk and get to know each other in private. It would be a very formal affair because nothing is too good for you even back then. Erik would want to show you all he could provide.

Piotr "Colossus" Rasputin; Piotr would take you to the fair. He'd like the enviroment, relaxed, comfortable. There's plenty of activities to do. Piotr can get you something to eat. Piotr would win you prizzes and show off his strength at the test of the strength. Piotr also likes knowing there are always activies to partake while things warm up.

Scott "Cyclopes" Summer; You'd do something like going bowling or go-karting. Scott wants to have fun. All the while having a little friendly competiton. He also wants to take you on a date your never forget, so you'll want to go on another one. Scott enjoys participating in something he wouldn't normally do.

Charles "Professor X" Xavier; Charles would take you to a museum or a bookstore. It's relaxing and provides you with ample conversation starters. Charles would provide you with random facts of information. If the that portion of the date went well then Charles would ask you for dinner afterwars.

Hank "The Beast" McCoy; Hank would take you out for coffee. Share a piece of cake together while you two get to know each other. Hank would ask you questions. The whole date is relaxed and calm. Hank prides himself on being the perfect gentleman. He's going to hold out doors for you and pull out your chair etc.

Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner; Kurt would take you stargazing. He'd plan a picnic to acompany it. Kurt thinks about everything. He wants to make sure you'll warm enough yet he's more worried you'll change your mind last minute. He's concerned about being judged. The second you show up, he can relax and enjoy the date.

Warren Worthington III; Warren is going to cook for you. Something relaxed and chill. He's going to give you a spot where you can sit and chat while you watch him. Some gentle music is playing in the background. While Warren cooks dinner, he buys desert.

Wade "Deadpool" Wilson; Wade takes you on a combination of dates. He can't decide on just one activity so he just goes with the flow. He informs you to keep the entire day clear. Regardless of how the date goes, it's definitely rememberable.

[arsene-fixates]

Our flowers and what they represent

Seeker as lavenders and Informant as forget-me-nots

These flowers are something that we desire from each other, on top of encapsulating it’s owner in a way.

Informant on being forget-me-nots On the theme of Rememberance, he doesn’t want to be forgotten. He is someone who has spent years hiding and being on his own, and I like to think that the moment the werewolf incident happened, something clicked in him, a sense of guilt that came along with becoming a form of danger (as the werewolf) which then pushes him to want to help, and why he’s always throwing himself into his work, why he’s so devoted (devotion being one of the meanings behind the flower)

The next theme of forget me nots is True Love. Informant is someone who desires companionship, he wants someone to be by his side, but he’s realistic with this type of love because he knows he wouldn’t be the perfect partner, that he wouldn’t and can’t fulfil everything his partner would want due to his reserved nature, due to all the walls that he has built up.

Additionally on the topic of this, the origins of forget-me-nots are of a knight who fell into a river whilst picking flowers for his beloved, the weight of his armor being the one that caused him to drown. I could project this onto Informant in the sense that his duty was the one that caused his downfall, his fault for leaning too close to danger — to the river just for his beloved. Like not shedding the armor as a form of devotion “i protect you by protecting the world around you”

Seeker’s desires Following the theme of Remembrance Seeker doesn’t want to be forgotten either, to not be needed once the city is saved. Like yes, things still do need to be found, but not in the frequency that would take up all of their time. They don’t want to be cast aside, and besides, what would they even do once the city is over? It goes into their theme of being a blank slate, that they’re only made for one thing. Onto True Love, just like informant, they desire companionship. someone that would understand them, but unlike informant, it’s rather idealistic and innocent in their perception in the sense that, they believe that Informant is the one that they’re meant to be with, which is why they don’t stop being interested even when Informant pushes them away.

something something.. they desire each other so that they can be remembered by each other

Seeker on being Lavenders The first number of themes that ties with lavenders are Silence, Devotion, Serenity and Calmness. On Silence, it’s how they don’t quite have a say in the things they do, a lot of the times it’s the townspeople telling them “yes! do this! do that! get this item and get me that item — quick!” they do have a say in things but it’s only on minor issues, when there are life threatening problems, they are the one that automatically has to step up to do the job. it’s a forced sense of Devotion. They’re the only ones that can do it, so they have to.

On Serenity and Calmness, it’s the fact that they’re supposed to be the rock, the person that shoulders all of the city’s problems, so they keep calm, they cannot panic in the face of other townspeople who are. They’re who people turn to in a time of need, and a pillar of support they will be.

The next set of themes are Elegance and Royalty. Both in the sense that they’re seen as a higher being, not human in a way. They’re a well known figure, they even have fans! they’re already being looked up to.

Informant’s desires Talking about Silence, I imagine Informant would desire this in his past self, from having an overbearing brother, I feel like he’d wish he had someone in his childhood that wouldn’t want anything out of him, someone who doesn’t have any expectations of him. Someone who would listen to him for once. Silence in listening.

Then, Serenity and Calmness. I think this one is rather obvious, with how Informant would desire some respite from his risk filled life. with all that adrenaline pumping, Seeker with their Calm demeanour is something he takes relief in, His Serenity.

Finally, Elegance and Royalty. This is less of a want and more of a ‘makes him think about himself’ It’s another thing he wishes he had in his past self. He never truly felt like he was fit for the life of a noble, so in his perception, seeing that air of Elegance around the Seeker, he can almost imagine them at the parties he was invited to but never went. He wonders of a life where he was more fitting for that sort of life. It makes him rather reflective on where he is now.

[sarahivess]

19 minutes and 17 seconds of reasons why I love Byler so much.

Songs:

“Hearing” by Sleeping at Last

“Holland” by Novo Amor

“Wait” by M83

“Turning Page” by Sleeping at Last

“Complex” by Katie Gregson-MacLeod

The reasons:

1. Will can’t lie to Mike, not even small white lies

2. Their relationship is in focus right from the very start

3. Mike is always the one in focus when it’s about Will

4. Mike feels like he’s the only one who cares about Will

5. When Will’s fake body was found, Mike’s reaction was in focus

6. Mike never stopped believing that Will was alive

7. Mike recognizes Will’s voice instantly

8. When they first met El in the woods, Mike’s first thought was “That’s not Will”

9. ”And we kissed, as though nothing could fall. And the shame was on the other side.”

10. Mike stood up to the bullies when they made homophobic jokes about Will

11. Mike’s father can’t think of him being with a girl

12. Mike’s mother knows and accepts him

13. Mike saves all of Will’s drawings in a binder

14. He even caresses them

15. When Will came back, Mike laid his head on Will’s chest to hear his heart beating

16. Mike and Will is in their happiest state while playing DnD together

17. Mike is the only one who notices Will going away

18. He is also the one who snaps him out of his trance

19. More than once

20. Mike’s voice is softer towards Will than to any other person, aka “The Will voice”

21. Mike immediately notice changes in Will’s behavior

22. Will always screams for Mike when he’s in danger or lost

23. And when he’s hurt

24. Mike says he’s gonna take Will home

25. and he takes him to his basement

26. Will feels like Mike is the only one who understands him

27. When Will listed all the people who like to “baby” him, he doesn’t mention Mike

28. “Only love makes you that crazy”

29. They said they’d go crazy together

30. Mike wants to be a writer, and Will wants to be a comic-book artist (perfect match)

31. Mike worries about Will and insists to be there for him

32. Mike is always the first person next to Will when something happens to him

33. He also sees himself as Will’s personal protector

34. He never left Will’s side when he was possessed

35. Mike slept in an uncomfortable hospital chair to make sure Will was never alone, even though he was possessed

36. Will still rememberers Mike

37. Mike wants to protect Will and be his shield

38. Mike held Will’s hand to give him comfort

39. The hand that Mike held was the only part of Will’s body that wasn’t possessed that wasn’t possessed was the hand Mike held, and this way Will could communicate with them

40. The thumb touch

41. Mike remembered the first day he met Will in detail, even though they were only 5 years old

42. Mike never smiles in pictures, unless Will is there with him

43. Mike’s reaction to Will dancing with a girl on the Snow Ball

44. Will is the best thing that ever happened to Mike

45. They both blush when they’re at the movies together

46. They’re looking at each other’s lips

47. More than once. Mike even got distracted by it

48. Will says he’s not gonna fall in love

49. But he’s already fallen

50. Will smiles when El breaks up with Mike

51. Mike doesn’t seem heartbroken by the break up

52. When Will is upset with Mike he immediately tries to make everything okay again

53. The projection: ”It’s not my fault you don’t like girls”

54. Will admitted he wanted to spend the rest of his life playing games with Mike

55. Twice. He can’t see a future without Mike

56. Will destroys Castle Byers because of Mike’s hurtful words

57. Mike immediately bikes through Hawkins in the thunder storm to apologize and make things right again with Will

58. Mike walked through the dark forest in the rain calling for Will because he was scared something had happened to him again

59. Will donated his DnD game because the game meant nothing without Mike

60. Will promised he won’t join another party

61. Their shared smile

62. Their heartfelt goodbye

63. Hopper’s speech is heavily Mike-coded

64. When Will left, Mike got depressed and stayed in his basement for weeks

65. “Will is painting a lot for someone he likes, maybe it is a girl?” El writes in a letter to Mike

66. When they meet again it’s suddenly very awkward (from Mike’s side) he also immediately asks about the painting

67. Mike is suddenly acting jealous, “ignoring” Will and they share and avoid awkward eye contact

68. Mike asks El if their friends is gonna be where they’re going, and he reacts when Will says “Angela”, so he tries to make Will jealous by kissing El on the temple

69. And he succeeds

70. Will is angry at El for lying to Mike for months and he thinks Mike deserves better

71. Mike thinks Will has sabotaged the whole day because he barely talks to him, rolling his eyes and moping

72. They both feel hurt for not reaching out more, even though Mike actually tried to call Will a bunch of times according to Dustin

73. “We’re friends, we’re friends”, “We used to be BEST friends”

74. Mike thinks home isn’t the same without Will

75. He also admitted that he felt like he had lost Will

76. SCRIPT: “This intimate moment got shattered-“

77. They always gets interrupted when they’re having a moment

78. Mike gets nervous every time Will is close to him or accidentally touches him

79. The flirting, pining & staring

80. Will wants to confess but is afraid Mike won’t like the truth

81. Mike nods. He.. understand what he means?

82. Mike can’t say or write “I love you” to El

83. Mike feels like they can’t come back from that

84. Will’s painting was for Mike

85. Mike’s face drops when Will said the painting was from El

86. He was actually talking about his own feelings for Mike, and how he sees him, with El’s name as a shield because he wanted to reassure him

87. Mike is Will’s heart, he’s making him feel like he’s not a mistake and that he’s better for being different. He don’t want to lose him

88. Will cries in the van because he’s in love with his best friend and don’t know how to tell him, this was the first time he ever lied to Mike

89. The look on Mike’s face when he spots Will after his reunion with El

90. Will thinks Mike and El is happily and in love (from his PoV)

91. When in reality, they really aren’t

92. Will’s brother knows and accepts him

93. Will reminds Mike that he’s the heart, pushing him into confessing his love to save El

94. She doesn’t believe him, but Will does

95. Mike and El are barely talking after the monologue

96. Will tells Mike about Vecna and Mike reassures him (in the most beautiful light we’ve ever seen in the show)

97. Mike is always by Will’s side for the rest of the last episode, foreshadowing the arc of season 5

98. The last shot of season 4 is them paralleling the other canon couples of the show

99. Will is Mike’s light

100. Mike is Will’s light

101. They are perfect together.

[cinderella-ish]

Fic Recs: Memory Loss

Tohru Loses her Memories

for it's better to burn out than to fade out of sight, by the_one_that_fell T | Gen - Tohru & Yuki (background Tohru/Kyo & Machi/Yuki) | WIP | angst & drama In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

Heart Strain, by Kitty0430 T | Kakeru & Yuki, some Machi/Yuki & Tohru/Kyo | Novel | angst & drama What if Akito didn’t receive Tohru’s kindness and didn’t realise her mistakes at the story’s conclusion?

If You Ever Forget That You Love Me, by villianizuku G | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance After three months of thinking she was dead Yuki stumbles upon Tohru in an old neighborhood only to find out that she has lost every memory she had. Tohru is wiling to risk everything to find the people she used to love and get her past self back.

immaculate, by besselcfn E | Tohru/Shigure (non-con) | Short Story | dark This is the first time it happens.

Left Wanting T | Tohru/Kyo | WIP (discontinued) | Drama & Romance Tohru Honda, newly graduated but not sure what she wants to do in life, lives with her best friends Uotani and Hanajima in an apartment. She gets a job working for the infamous Sohma family as just another maid for some of the lesser family members’ homes. But when Tohru unexpectedly gets reassigned to one of the Inner Circle family member’s houses, she accidentally uncovers the very dark secret the Inner Family has been hiding from the world.

The Night We Met, by pettyimperfections T | Tohru/Kyo | Novella | angst & romance Kyo never got the chance to chase after Tohru and tell her how desperately he wanted to be with her. Instead, they became strangers. They went their separate ways. Tohru with no memory of her time with the Sohmas. Years later, Kyo and Tohru's paths once again become unexpectedly intertwined.

Ripples, by proseprincess NR | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance *Note: this is a two-part series. The first work is complete! What happens when one decision leads to unintended consequences?

The Sun That Hides Behind Clouds, by coughdrop G | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance Tohru loses her memory due to a car accident and is unable to remember anything past living in a tent. Kyo and Tohru embark on a journey of memories as they visit places that contain echoes of rememberence.

Waves of Memories, by cithara0211 M | Tohru/Kyo | angst & romance Since her mom's been hospitalized due to a terrible accident, Tohru's world has been turned upside down. Without her mom to help her, Tohru tries to figure out just what happened to her as the realization that someone is missing from her life plagues her constantly. With only a box of treasures and vague memories, Tohru tries desperately to figure out who she lost.

The Way Back, by 8_characters_or_less T | Tohru/Kyo | Novel | angst, drama, hurt/comfort, & romance After three years locked away in the Cat's Room the curse has finally broken. But three years is a long time and the damage that's been done won't easily be repaired. If there's anything worth fighting for, it's love. Only time will tell if that will be enough.

Other

President Perfect, by draebelle T | Kakeru/Yuki | Novelette | angst & romance Kakeru goes on a wild goose chase to find the forgotten love of his life.

things i chose (to give away), by RiddleAfar T | Kyo, Kyo/Yuki | WIP | angst High school ends, and Kyo is granted his freedom from the cage. It’s nothing like what he expected, but it’s all he has now. As the year progresses, he tries not to wonder if it came at a higher price than he was willing to pay.

You're Pretty Cute, by sarah_tonin G | Tohru/Kyo | Short Story | drama & romance Everything felt like it was underwater, and Kyo briefly wondered if he was dreaming.

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Fic Recs Masterpost

[jiliansky-blog]

Dream a little dream of me. Chapter 2. The dinner

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2800

I was thinking all the morning about Morpheus. And I saw him in my sleep. He was so much colder than yesterday. And I didn’t even know what to think now. “Are you listening to me?” Mother’s voice reaches to me through my thoughts. “What?” I asked. “You are zoning out”, she said. “Oh”, I said. “Sorry, I guess”. “You are not”, she looked at me. “You fell in love with that mysterious friend of yours”. “No, I just saw him in my sleep”, I shrugged. “Well, he is very attractive and he is quite a gentleman. There are not many men like him”.

“You can invite him here for dinner”, she suggested. “It’s too early for that”, I said. “Why?” she asked. “Mom, he has just arrived there and I want to talk to him without witnesses”, I said. “And stop controlling my life”. “As you wish”, she pouted and I sighed. She was clearly offended, but I was sick and tired of her being overprotective. And I don’t want to bring Morpheus here. “Anyway, what are your plans for today?” she asked. “I was planning to meet him”, I said. “I just don’t know when yet. I suppose he should let me know somehow”. “Somehow?” she repeated.

“I forgot to ask for his number”, I confessed. There came silence. And Dad was about to break it. “I think that problem is solved”, he said, stepping into the kitchen. “There is a black letter for you. Not suspicious at all”. “Thank you, Dad”, I took the letter. “You can give it later”. “Well, I thought I did in time”, he smirked. I sighed and went to my room to read it. Because I could sense the parent’s curiosity in their air. Now Morpheus attracted their attention for sure. Anyway, I opened the letter.

“I would like us to meet this evening at seven o’clock”, it said. “You can wear a dress”. What a demanding man. He wants me to wear a dress. I hope he means modern dress and not an old-fashioned one. But I have one he may like. “I will pick you up from home”, I continued to read. “Yours, Morpheus”. How romantic, I thought. Now I can’t wait for the evening. “What that about?” asked mother, when I returned to the kitchen. “A date invitation”, I smiled dreamily.

“Wow, really old-fashioned”, dad smiled. “This guy knows how to court the girl properly. He has a chance to be a decent person”. “That doesn’t mean anything yet”, mother declined. “I think he is decent too”, I smiled. “Charming too”. “Oh dear, you are so in love”, sighed the mother. “No”, I said and went to the door. “Where are you going?” asked father. “I want to walk a little bit”, I said. “I don’t want to stay at home when there is such fine weather outside”. And then I went outside and walked to the park. I thought that perhaps my parents would think I was going to Morpheus. But I don’t care. I just want outside. The truth is I want to meet him earlier. But if he wants to make a date in the evening, I can’t meet earlier. I don’t even know where he lives and his number. So I should only wait

Morpheus “So what are you going to do all day, boss?” asked Matthew. “Prepare everything for the perfect date”, I said. “The letter was so mysterious and romantic”, he admitted. “You will definitely charm her with your old-fashioned romance”. “I hope so”, I sighed. “Also I just need to regain her memories”. “Well, she likes you”, he said. “I see clearly that her feelings didn’t disappear”. “So do mine”, I said. “But if she won’t remind me, that won’t matter anymore”.

“So maybe, you should tell her everything that happened between you two”, he suggested. “It should make her remember”. ” I will”, I replied. “In time. I don’t want to scary her away”. “I don’t think, you can scare her”, he admitted. “I need you to look after her”, I said. “You mean to spy on her?” Matthew surprised. “Just to make sure that she is alright”, I said. “Fine”, he said and flew away.

Amelia I wasn’t walking alone for a long time. Soon Mark appeared right in front of me? I supposed to like him? At least I remembered that I should like him. But I don’t feel it yet. He was tall and blonde and was one of my friends. “Hey”, he smiled. “Hey”, I replied. “I didn’t have a chance to meet you after your awakening yet”, he said. “How are you?” “I’m fine”, I said. “Thank you”. “What are you doing?” he said. “Maybe we should meet in the evening?” “Not today”, I said. “I have plans”. “Oh, with your parents?” he asked. “Not exactly”, I replied. “I am going to meet…a friend”. “Oh”, Mark said. “Can I join you?” “Definitely not”, I declined. “I have a date”.

“A date with a friend?” he was confused. “Yes”, I replied. “And you don’t know him”. “Who is he?” he asked. “Friend from another town”, I replied. “Mysteriously”, Mark noticed. “Well, I have to go. See you later”. He went away. It was awkward a little bit. And then I heard a raven. The blackbird was looking at me. It was strange. It reminds me a little bit about Morpheus. Can’t wait for the evening. I walked around the town a little bit more and then returned home. Gladly, my parents weren’t there. Just a few more days and moved back to my own flat.

I called some of my friends and then took the dress. It was green and long without sleeves. I hope Morpheus will like it. I made natural makeup and tied out my hair. This wasn’t supposed to be so official. But why it doesn’t feel casual? I want him to like me. Why? I didn’t know why. I felt something familiar in him. Something that I could forget and lose. He came in time. And thanks god, parents didn’t come back to make it awkward. Morpheus looked the same and I felt awkward for putting an effort into my appearance. But his eyes sparkled. “You look beautiful”, he said. I blushed and stopped feeling awkward. How he did do it?” “Thank you”, I whispered. “You are just in time”. “I always come on time”, he said proudly. “Are you ready?” “Yes”, I smiled.

He took my hand and took me to the cab. To the old-fashioned cab. I shouldn’t be surprised anymore. “You planned everything”, I smiled. “Yes”, he replied and sat next to me. “I always planned everything through and through. How did you spend your day?” “Parents were very interested in meeting you”, I admitted. “Oh?” he smirked. “Yeah, and the letter didn’t help”, I smiled. “Though I like your style”. “Good”, he smirked again. “Don’t let it get your head”, I said. “I don’t”, he smiled. “Did you meet any of your friends today?” “Not exactly”, I froze. Did he know about Mark? “I met accidentally one of my friends, who I used to like”. “And now?” Morpheus asked.

Something in his voice made me look at him. He was deadly serious. Is he jealous of me? “Don’t tell me you’re jealous”, I said. “Perhaps”, he shrugged. “You said you liked him”. “And you don’t listen till the end”, I said. “It’s in the past. Now I don’t feel anything to him. Wait, did you know I met someone?” “My friend saw you”, he blushed a little. “You didn’t spy on me, didn’t you?” I asked. “Because it’s not cute”. “No”, Morpheus relaxed a little. “I just wanted to know that you are okay and not…controlling or spying on you”. “Did you worry about me?” I smiled. “Why does it surprise you so much?” he looked at me. “I don’t know”, I said. “Perhaps, because I saw it yesterday for the first”.

“But deep down you know it was so much earlier”, he whispered and my skin was covered in goosebumps. “You just don’t remember it”. It stopped and it broke the charm. But perhaps, I prefer to be charmed. Hopefully, that wasn’t the end of the evening. Morpheus paid, got out first, and opened the door for me. It made my heart beat faster.

“Are you always such a gentleman?” I asked with a smile. “Most of the time”, he smirked. “As I said, I like to do courting properly”. He brought me to Sapphire. The one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. And the busiest all the time. “How you did it?” I asked. “What?” he asked. “Reserved the table here”, I said. “Usually you can reserve a month ahead”.

“I have my ways”, he smiled mysteriously. And I decided to enjoy the evening and don’t ask questions about this. And I followed the hostess to the private table. “I should stop to be surprised at this point”, I admitted. “But I’m impressed. Can I ask you something though?” “Of course”, Morpheus nodded. “Is it a date?” I asked. “If you wish it to be”, he smirked. “And you?” I asked. “What do you want it to be?”

“I wish it to be a date”, he said. “I promised you once a date in your world”. At that moment the waitress brings us pasta, wine, salad, and even dessert. It was everything I loved. I was shocked. “You know my favorite things”, I admitted. “Yes”, he smiled. “So you really know me”, I said. “Or someone told you about it?” “Yes, it was you”, Morpheus replied. “But even if you don’t I know your dreams”. “Can you read mind?” I asked. “No, just your daydreams and dreams, your hopes”, he said. “Is this a problem?”

“No, it’s just…unusual and interesting”, I smiled. “I’m flattered”. He smiled softly. This smile was so adorable. And it made my heart flip. I felt like I was in a fairytale. And it’s easy to be charmed. “And color me impressed”, I smiled. “No one has ever done this for me. Not so fancy dinner”. “It’s only the small part, what I can do”, he said. “What else?” I asked interested. “You will see”, he smiled mysteriously. “Then I want to show you the town too”, I smiled. “The next time I will organize our date if you don’t mind”. “You don’t like this date?” his eyes became darker.

“Of course, I like it very much”, I smiled. “I just want to show you something of my life. For example, where I go, when some mysterious man doesn’t take me to fancy establishments”. “You told me once, that you love coffee”, he admitted. “I do”, I smiled. “Sometimes hot chocolate. And I like sangria when it’s hot. What do you like? Do you have preferences in food?” “I don’t eat much”, he replied. “But I do like desserts”. “So you are a sweet tough”, I smiled. “I don’t like this word”, Morpheus huffed. “Whatever”, I said. “I will remember it”.

And this evening was continued with such small talks. Very soon I understood that Morpheus doesn’t like to talk much. And he is better at listening. But every time he listens very carefully. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I asked. “I…It’s not important right now”, he admitted. “Why not?” I surprised. “Some people said I’m cold and arrogant”, he confessed. “And hard to be with. I don’t want you to stop talking to me because of that”. “I won’t”, I smiled. “And I don’t want to know what other people say. I want to hear you”.

“I don’t know what to tell”, he sighed. “My life is my work”. “Do you have any hobbies?” I asked. “No, but I like reading, and walking around the people”, he said. “Talking to your human friends”, I smiled. “Courting girls”. “You are the only girl I’m courting now”, he frowned. “And I have only one human friend”. “I don’t want to offend you”, I said. “Just a joke”. “I know”, he nodded. “I don’t always understand human humor. Perhaps, you will think I’m not funny enough for you”. “I won’t”, I smiled and touched his hand. “You don’t need to be the amusement for me. You’re interesting enough without it”. “Do you think so?” he asked quietly. “Yes”, I smiled. “Or do you think, if you will amuse me all the time, then I won’t… I will dislike you? Not an option”. “You’re interesting yourself”, he smirked and I blushed. “Are you ready to go? The evening is not finished yet”. “Yes, I am ready to go”, I said.

Morpheus paid the bill and took me by the hand outside. I was surprised a car wasn’t waiting there. But he took me to some park. “Did you count me in my dreams?” I asked. “Not when you appeared”, he smiled. “But then yes”. “Oh?” I asked. “I didn’t use to have visitors in the Dreaming”, he said. “So, I didn’t find that it’s a good idea to be around you”. “Was I distracting?” I smiled. “A little bit”, he smirked. “And also a mystery”. “Me? A mystery?” I asked. “Yes”. He nodded. “You…didn’t know how you got in the Dreaming”. “Well, now we know, it was a coma”, I said. “Yes”, he nodded. “There was something that also concerned me. But I prefer not to talk about it right now”.

“Alright”, I agreed. We were walking in silence for some time. There weren’t a lot of people on the streets or in the park this time. Maybe, late hour. “You don’t afraid of me”, he said suddenly. “Should I?” I smiled. “No, I am amused that you trust me, even though you don’t remember me”, he smiled. “I’m a complete stranger to you”. “You seem familiar though”, I noticed. “And we have a chance to get to know each other again”. “Yes, we have”, he nodded.

He walked me home, even though I didn’t want this day to end. But he promised me to come back the next day. And I felt like he was about to kiss me, but it was only the first date. “Thank you for this evening”, I smiled. “It was wonderful”. “I’m glad”, he said too. “I will be waiting for tomorrow. I do want to know more about your everyday life”. “Good”, I smiled and touched his hand. “Then come here at twelve o’clock”. “I will”, Morpheus nodded. “Good night, Morpheus”, I smiled. “Good night”, he smiled.

Morpheus When I left her place, Matthew joined me. “So how did it go, boss?” he asked.

“It went well, Matthew”, I replied. “Perhaps, she doesn’t remember everything yet, but she is willing to see me”. “How does it feel though?” he asked. “To see her without sharing love? What if she won’t fall in love with you again”. “She likes me”, I said. “I think”. “Well, what now?” he asked. “And what about this other guy?” “She said, he was just her friend that she used to like”, I said. “I believe her. And tomorrow she will take me somewhere”. “It sounds intriguing”, he admitted. “It is”, I nodded. “So you think everything is going well?” he asked. “Yes, I do”, I nodded.

Sometime before

Morpheus I was watching this girl. She doesn’t wake up. She doesn’t disappear from the Dreaming. Something strange was in that entire situation. Another day I found her sleeping in the Library. She didn’t see dreams. She didn’t wake up. Her mind was in some other place. “What do you think about her, boss?” asked Matthew. “Her memory is blocked”, I admitted. “Perhaps, amnesia?” he suggested. “In that case, I could read her dreams”, I said. “A deep amnesia?” he asked.

After I found her in the library she confessed that she didn’t remember anything. She could remember her favorite books, but nothing about the reason why she appeared in my realm. “I can look into your mind and dreams”, I said. “Does it hurt?” she asked. “No”, he said. “If you won’t resist”. “I won’t”, she said. “If it helps, you can try”. I came closer to her; she looked at me without fear. But with a curiosity. I put my hand on her head, but I didn’t see anything. “Well?” she asked. “Something blocked your memory”, I said and frowned. “Or someone”.

“I don’t think that I can do such a thing”, she said confused. “But as I said I don’t remember anything. Can you help me with that?” “I need to talk to someone”, I said only. I thought that it could be a witch or someone from my family. But what they are trying to do? Why bring this girl here? “Boss?” Mathew asked. “You were so deep in thought”. “Something is odd about all of this”, I said. “Someone might send you to me. I need to know, what is going on”. “Do you think it can be your brother again?” he asked. “I don’t know”, I sighed. “I need to talk to my sister first”.

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[star-cherub]

☣︎Consolation in Rememberance☣︎

Hello Everyone and happy new years!! wanted to squeeze in one last post before next year, Enjoy this Fic from Jill’s POV during the earlier segment of my last fic. I will pick up again tomorrow to carry on with this storyline.

WARNINGS APPLY: DESCRIPTIONS OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, BRAINWASHING, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE AND TRAUMA

Everything felt muffled. it always did.. few feelings truly permeated Jill’s mind in the state she was in. her memories faded and slipped, shrouded by the viral infection that wrought suffering through her body. Each day was the same. Pulled from her stasis pod and given orders, which she would follow to the letter, no matter what. It was impossible for her to say how long passed between missions, in dreamless sleep she saw nothing, no comfort, no thoughts. No joy or pain.

Once again she was torn from the only peace she knew, her chamber decompressing as she was set free and allowed to prepare herself to receive orders. Guards followed along beside her, but they knew their presence wasn’t necessary. She would adhere to the exact path she had been taught to walk without a second thought, each foot following one after the other in a perfect rhythm.

The door ahead of Jill slid open, the automated whir of florescent lights reaching her ears as it did any day. Her breathing was slow and measured as she made it to her armory. She stood with her usual stoic expression in front of a mirror, one of the guards stepping up behind her to untie her hospital style gown. as the thin material fell to the ground she found herself staring at that awful, throbbing red bulb that sat nestled on her chest, pipes digging into her numb flesh and pulsing with the virus that kept her obedient. She waited patiently for her battle suit, the guard holding it out to her for her to take, which she did.

As she held the material, she found herself pausing, eyes widening ever so slightly at the brief lucidity. she wasn’t sure what had done it, but for a moment.. she felt like herself, like she had managed to claw her way up from the void. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breathing becoming labored as she stared down at her suit. she balled her fists up, one coming to grab at the scarab on her chest, the other still just trembling with what could only be imagined as rage. The guards noticed this change, the closest quickly drawing their stun baton and holding it out ahead of them as they began to discuss what to do between themselves.

Jill wasn’t listening. She couldn’t. her head was swimming.. the virus demanded control. but she wanted to fight it.. she had to try. An ear splitting shriek erupted from her throat as she clawed at the appliance rooted against her heart, growling in pain as she struggled for control over her own body. Everything around her felt fuzzy.. but it felt clearer than it had in months, she could move her hands.. freely. The guards by now had lunged for her, only to receive a swift kick to the side of the head. She looked up at the mirror, then at her hand.. before she thrust her fist forward into the surface, watching as glass shattered across the floor. Snatching up one of the largest pieces of glass she could find, she turned it on herself and jammed it upward against her flesh, hoping to wedge the scarab off of her chest with a scream of pain.

Despite the agony she felt, she couldn’t deny the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Something was better than nothing. She watched with dizzy vision as the scarab refused to move, hardly budging as she desperately carved at her own flesh, rending the areas surrounding it as if hoping that mincing her own body would free her of Wesker’s control. Just as she swore she felt the thing loosen, a burst of searing pain shot through her lower back and up to her skull, knocking her completely unconscious.

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In this time, under Wesker’s iron fist and Excella’s cruel mockery, Jill had undergone torture beyond anything her already damaged psyche could have even begun to fathom. It was hardly physical, they never did more than expose her to that virus that now dictated her every move. no, she could have withstood having her nails ripped out, losing an eye, letting them cut out an organ or two while she’s awake.. but Wesker knew that these would do nothing to dampen her spirit. instead, he struck her right in the soft spot he knew so well. Jill’s loved ones. Chris Refield, Barry Burton, Brad Vickers, Carmela Barone. These people, those Jill cared for more than she cared for herself at times. they were used to break her.

It was difficult at first, Jill was so certain that those she loved were safe, that they were stronger than the things Wesker said he would do. but over time.. punishment after punishment, day after day. A single step out of line and she was brought to that same room. empty, but a chair bolted to the floor and a projector for the wall. At first, she was shown upsetting imagery at random. Wartorn countries, gravesites.. roadkill, bodies. it always grew worse the longer she resisted. Eventually, the images weren’t enough. audio was paired, and the pictures shown were overexposed and distorted, just enough to force Jill to really process what the picture was. just enough to question if she recognized these people.

Then, after particularly heinous acts on Jill’s part, she would be shown doctored images of those people she loved in terrible agony. Chris, helpless and bleeding out in the mansion she had saved him in not so long ago, the audio one of a man choking on his own blood. Barry, grieving the loss of the daughters he had tried so hard to protect, an audio of a man bawling, and a young girl sputtering quietly. Brad Vickers, his mangled corpse having been picked to shreds by the infected of raccoon city. this audio was too distorted to understand the words spoken, but they appeared to be cries for help and desperate prayers accompanied by the growls of the undead, as well as the squelch of ripping flesh. Carmela Barone.. The nurse Jill had known too long ago to recall.. She sat bleeding, a hand over her abdomen as she gasped for air, heaving sobs filling the room, the audio clip ending with the sound of a gun cocking.

The first time Jill experienced this procedure, she left the room in restraints, having snapped the neck of one of the guards in an attempt to escape. None of this was real, right? none of those images.. they couldn’t be real.. she saved Chris.. But Brad.. she had been there that day. he had died saving Jill. Barry and Carmela.. Jill hadn’t seen either of them since raccoons city..

Jill was roused from her state to find herself already dressed, a woman pacing out in front of her making a “tsk tsk” noise as she chastised Jill. She ignored the woman, her nose wrinkling slightly as she looked around, still dazed. It was in this moment that Jill realized she had once again lost control of her body, standing up in response to her mistress’ orders and following after her as her mission was explained.

Excella Gionne, exceptionally intelligent, dangerously beautiful.. fatally flawed. She believed that her skill sets alone were enough to gain Wesker’s favor, and while he needed her now.. he wasn’t a man to hold onto mementos once they lose value. Jill stared straight ahead as Excella walked through the facility, eventually tossing her a key to a small plane and offering a rather mocking cooing noise. Excella paced around Jill, a hand on the brainwashed woman’s hips and tracing along her body as she spoke.

“Surely someone as.. skilled as you are knows her way around a plane? go on. you don’t want to be late for your little date with.. whoever that woman is.” She purred, pressing her palm to the small of Jill’s back before nudging her to board the small plane, Excella waving her off impatiently.

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Mission statement: Retrieve Data from Terrasave Laboratory

Extract Subject C with extreme precision. to be brought back for holding.

[fleshybones]

Collective Soul - Adored, Good Morning After All

Queensryche - I don’t believe in love, silent lucidity 

Queen - Mother Love , No One but you,  days of our lives, the show must go on, save , love of my life 

Written about freddie

Ginger Wildheart

Sorry, the one, one more arrow, the last song, empty garden, candle in the wind- Elton John

Motörhead 1916, love me forever , iron horse 

Thinking of you - Lenny kravitz

Song for Emma - Joe Walsh

Rod McKuen - seasons in the sun 

Either Way - Chris stapleton

Fade to black - Metallica 

Alice In Chains- down in a hole, your decision , don’t follow

Day after Day - badfinger 

When a blind man cries, mistreated, child in time, soldier of fortune -  deep purple 

Maggot brain - funkadelic 

You light up my life - Debby Boone 

Without You, you’re breaking my heart - Harry Nilsson 

Chance - big country 

Wildfire - Michael Martin Murphey

Eleanor rigby / the long & winding road, for no one - Beatles 

I used to love her GnR

Sylvia’s Mother - dr. Hook

Crying, in dreams - Roy Orbison 

Joey - concrete blonde 

Silver spring, man of the world, storms - fleet wood Mac 

Lost without your love, teddy bear, if, Aubrey , everything I own - bread 

Tangerine, thank you  - Led Zeppelin 

Pictures of you - the cure 

She’s gone, solitude, changes   - Black Sabbath 

Road to nowhere - Ozzy Osborne 

Still in love with you - thin Lizzy

Garden of rememberance - phish 

Final cut - Pink Floyd , broken bones, in any tongue, jug band blues , two Suns in the sunset , when the tigers broke free , sorrow , the gunners dream , nobody homr

Zzyzx rd / stone sour 

Black, just breathe, bitter hands, nothing man, yellow Ledbetter    - Pearl Jam 

Tangled up in you, something to remind you - staind

It’s raining again - supertramp

The bed, the kids, perfect day   - Lou reed

McArthur park 

Love hurts, ebony eyes - the everly brothers 

Paradise by the dashboard lights 

Strange fruit, gloomy holiday -  Billie holiday 

The last game of the season -David geddes 

Say hello to heaven - soundgarden

Keep me in your heart - warren zevon

Alone again - Gilbert 

Knights in white satin - moody blues 

The weeping song, your funeral my trial, into my arms  - nick cave 

Breakup - A.C.T

Angel flight - radney foster 

In the river - black label society

No one has to cry - the fixx 

The dance - Garth brooks 

Lost horizons - gin blossoms 

Tears of a clown - Smokey Robinson 

Lonesome loser- little river band 

Les roses blanches - berthe Silva 

Bird song - Johnny thunders 

It’s only make believe - Conway twitty

Sky blue & black - Jackson Browne 

Swithin’s day - dubstar 

For Martha - the smashing pumpkins 

The sky above the rain - marillion

Motion picture soundtrack, true love waits  - Radiohead 

Long black limousine - Elvis Presley 

Dead boy’s poem - night wish 

By the time I get to Phoenix, / glen Campbell Xmas shoes 

One more try - George Michael 

Bright eyes, sound of silence  / art Garfunkel 

He went to Paris - Jimmy  buffet 

Everybody’s been burned - the Byrds 

Puff the magic dragon Peter Paul Mary 

Racing in the street, streets of Philadelphia, paradise  - Bruce Springsteen 

Tom waits- Kentucky Ave , closing time

Red gum - only 19

What about me - moving pictures 

Fire & rain - James Taylor 

New York minute,  Heart of the matter - - don henley 

Still loving you , daddy’s girl - scorpions

Turn of the century - yes 

Honey Bobby goldsboro

Holy mother , the sky is crying - Eric Clapton 

Fiddlers green - tragically hip 

The last goodbye, lilac wine - Jeff Buckley 

The walk - sawyer brown 

Peace in the valley 

Everything hurts - sad cafe

Sunday morning coming down , solitary man / Johnny cash 

Leader of the pack - shangri la’s

Blinded by rainbows - The Rolling Stones 

Time in a bottle - Jim Croce 

Drive - the cars 

& So it goes / billy Joel

Edmond Fitzgerald , if you could read my mind - Gordon lightfoot 

When love & hate collide, long long way to go - Def Leppard

Only women bleed- Alice cooper 

Farewell, I don’t want to talk about it - rod Stewart 

It’s my time - filter 

Funeral March - Chopin 

Sure got cold after the rain fell - ZZ Top 

Catch the wind - donovan

I’ll remember you - bob Dylan

John moreland - you don’t care for me 

Anything for you - great white

Summers end - John prine

Darknessdarkneas- the youngbloods 

Another day,  disappear - dream theatre

Green fields of France - drop kick murpheys

Caroline no - beach boys 

Cold turkey, god, I found out - John Lennon

I’ll be true to you - the oak ridge boys 

Say hello to heaven - temple of the dog 

Another day in paradise - Phil Collins 

Reflections of my life - marmalade 

Return the wish - Sammy Hagar 

Starless - king crimson

After all - David Bowie 

It makes no difference - the band 

Hollow / pantera

Leave me blind - zodiac 

Ready to fly - Lynyrd skynyrd 

Save a little room , I’ll get by- Eddie money

The drugs don’t work / the verve 

No one compares to u Snead o Connor

Love hurts - Nazareth 

Without you - omega 

Respect the wind 

The day that never comes 

That’s how much I feel - ambrosia 

Something to believe in / poison 

New order- in a. Lonely place 

The water boys - too close to heaven 

Solitaire - the carpenters 

I left my heart in San Francisco 

Rise again- disturbed 

10cc - not in love 

Mercy street - Peter gabriel

Big Balls - AC/DC 

Tom petty - echoes 

Holocaust - big star

Up the junction - squeeze 

Midnight cowboy 

Perfect blue building - counting crows 

Thank You - Led Zeppelin 

Crying in the Chapel - Elvis Presley

Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

Box of Rain - Grateful Dead

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult 

[mademoisellekeery]

\\ Red dress & a black tie //

• Pairing: Co-worker!Steve Harrington x Reader

•Warnings: Swearing, fluff, proof read

•Word count: 1.5k - (1,563 words)

•Summary: Your Co-Worker/Friend, Steve asks you out on a date, after crushing on him for years, and finally “getting over it”, what could go wrong?

•Au/n: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PEACHES! I’m so excited to post this, let me know if you guys like it and want another part, I do plan on writing part two but feedback would really help!! I did proof read this, multiple times, but if there are any mistakes please let me know! Love love yous, cya in the next one!

You weren't a fool when it came to dating, but you weren't that experienced either. Boys hardly noticed you in High school, and it wasnt any different after. So it surprised you when HE asked you out.

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

It was the afternoon, and you were 2 hours into your shift at Family Video. Well it wasn't YOUR shift, but Robin had asked you to cover for her since she had a date with Vickie, and after all the late night sleepovers you had with robin where she talked about her crush on vickie, non stop might i add, you couldn’t say no, especially when she spent 3 hours trying to reason with you. It’s not like you had any plans but you were looking forward to the perfect afternoon spent in your sweatpants and hoodie, watching whatever crap is on the television and ordering a pizza but you guess it had to wait.

Maybe the rest of the afternoon wouldn’t be a total bust, Steve was on shift with you and he was always fun to talk to. You were good friends with Steve, well as much as a co-worker can be. There was the odd occasion you’d see each other outside work like running into each other at the grocery store, the mall, or that time robin invited you to watch a movie but little did you know, she also invited steve, which was a little embarrassing since you wore your my little pony pajamas and he wouldn’t let that go for 3 months..

You were practically counting down the seconds till you could leave work, which felt like an ETERNITY! you know what they say, a watched pot never beeps, or was it clock?.. you shook your head discarding your thoughts, maybe you could put your time to use, so you thought you’d go check in on steve. You walked out the manager's office almost tripping over a box of VHS tapes. “Steve!” you called out. This was supposed to be put back hours ago.. you thought to yourself. You called out again when Steve didn’t answer, “Steve! I need you to put the VHS’s back, that was your job.” you huffed as you picked the heavy box up, carrying over to the counter, rifling through it.

As you were sorting through the box, practically doing Steve's job for him, you heard something fall behind you. Whipping your head around, you saw nothing, nothing but a knocked over pile of tapes, did steve just quit his job mid way through? Why is everything out? you decided not to question it too much, picking the fallen tapes off the floor when you heard a noise behind you, before you could turn around someone had their hands on your waist, picking you up and spinning you around, you let out a shriek when the person put you down you turned around, it was steve!

“You asshole! what was that for?” You punched him in the arm, the annoyance in your voice doing a poor job of hiding the fear as steve laughed.

“You should’ve seen your face.” he continued to mock you. You stood there with your arms crossed and a sour look. He cleared his throat, “m’sorry, i thought you could use a little entertainment, i know you love horror movies.” he smirked.

You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he turned on his signature Harrington charm, it would always ignite a fire under that silly crush of yours.

“Yeah I like watching them, not being in them.” You said, swatting his arms away from you. “And why haven’t you done any work? you know Keith is going to fire your ass." Deciding to switch topics you remembered why you came out here in the first place, and almost tripped over Steve's mess. “I’ll put them away, I just wanted to have a little fun.” he pouted.

“Okay well you and your birds nest of a hair can have fun, over there by the Rom-Com section, putting all these tapes away.” You say giving him a shit-eating grin.

“You know you scream like a girl.” He said, deciding he wasn’t done humiliating you about the situation.

“That’s because i am one Sherlock.” you rolled your eyes, picking up the box from the counter and heading towards the office, when you tripped over something, causing the box to go flying, and you almost falling flat on your face, almost. You looked up and Steve had caught you, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. “Shit are you okay?” His voice was laced with concern.

“I’m fine, s’fine. I couldn’t see where I was going.” you looked everywhere but him, feeling too embarrassed to meet his gaze. His strong scent clouding your mind, you forgot you were still in his arms, he was still holding you. You stood up properly, pushing yourself away from steve. “Thank you.” You muttered.

“It’s really no problem.” He felt slightly guilting, seeing what you tripped over, it was some of the VHS tapes he left out. “Your lucky i was there to catch you.” a smile started crawling on his face, oh boy, it started getting to his ego.

“Oh yeah, thanks Prince Charming.” You roll your eyes, but he could see through your harsh demeanour.

“Prince charming? That’s new. Do you happen to like princes?” He smirked.

Flirting wasn’t new between you and Steve, it happened quite a lot actually but you knew the type of person he was, so you just went along with it. You had an odd relationship with Steve, as much as you were “friends”, he always flirted with you and called you pet names like honey, princess, sweetheart and every time when he called you those names you’d get a weird feeling in your stomach, almost butterfly like..

When you first started working at Family Video you couldn’t believe you were working with non other then ‘King Steve’.

“Oh yeah definitely, especially ones with GREAT hair.” You said enthusiastically with a foreign smile.

“So you don’t actually hate my hair then?” He questioned, letting out a laugh.

“Who said I hated it? So what if I still think it looks like a beehive.” You muttered that last part but he still heard it, pretending to be offended by it.

“Ouch princess, that one hurt.” Stumbling backwards and holding his hand over his heart like he was shot, though he quickly let up on his whole act.

“Who knew Prince Charming had an ego that bruised like a peach?” You spat out, you were kind of enjoying this little thing you had going on, it was fun teasing him.

“Looks like even fairy tales have their flaws. Despite my “bruised ego”, how about we turn the page and clock out early?”

“And why would the Prince do that?” You said

Steve raises his eyebrow, leaning more forward, giving a smirk, he is felt a lot more confident. “Oh, well maybe this prince thinks this princess is cute and maybe this prince wants to… I don’t know, take her out or something tonight?”

You stand there, stunned. Your face turns into a tomato. That weird butterfly like feeling coming back..

“You want to take me out? like a date? like a date date? like a date where we sit opposite each other, sharing a milkshake, end of the night kiss, kind of date?” You say rambling, you knew Steve in high school, well you knew of him, I mean who didn’t right? He was THE king of Hawkins High, and every girl (and a few guys) had a crush on him, that included you too, but it was a silly girl crush. (A silly girl crush that was still there.)

The famous King Steve who dated girls like Nancy wheeler or Tammy Thompson, so why the hell was he asking you?

Steve chuckles as his heart races, little did you know this was the day he’d been waiting for awhile now. He had been waiting for the perfect time to ask you out. He’s had a crush on you for months now and he had to do something about it.

“Yes, I want to take you on a date date. Yes to the sitting opposite each other, yes to the milkshake, yes to the kiss, yes to everything.” Steve smirked, as he leaned back on the counter, crossing his arms, he hoped you’d say yes.

He may not have noticed you in high school but he definitely noticed you when you started working here, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’d often catch him staring, or you’d get a feeling you were being looked at and as you’d turn your head towards Steve, his head was move away from you, like he was looking.

He felt like such an idiot for not noticing you in high school because you were beautiful, then again, he didn’t want you to know that version of him, the version that would probably sleep with you and never talk to you again. He wanted to treat you right, wanted you to know him now, the better version.

Your heart races in tandem with Steve's admission. The air seems charged with a mix of excitement and anticipation. "Well then," you reply with a playful grin, "I guess I can make time in my schedule for a date date. But, just so we're clear, this isn't some fairy tale, and you're not Prince Charming." You give him a teasing look, secretly thrilled that Steve, the once unattainable figure from high school, is asking you out.

———-

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[troutysam]

deep down, in the very pit of his stomach, every thought that passed him as a solemn rememberance of quinn fabray made him nauseous. maybe it was the flurry of unrequited love, fear, and genuine confusion. the same teenage feelings he had suppressed throughout the years that always seemed to bubble back up in the most inconvenient way. particularly his naivety to blame, but sam was still the same lovestruck teen who knew exactly how he felt and in the moment it was solidified. greeting the past that he had never truly believed would ever cross him again. however, this was william mckinley. anything was possible. “how long…how long are you here for?” he sputtered, the etiquette of small conversation being the only option he could attest to in that very moment. glee club. the beginning and end of everything. it seemingly was the jumpstart to every meaningful memory that allowed sam to grow. “ah, well they’re definitely something else. i highly doubt any group could be as dramatic as us but they have time to prove everyone wrong. they have a lot of heart and drive and of course every single one is massively talented. but i don’t want you to think i’m being too biased there. they make my job easy..they’re special,” he concluded, his lasting word cracked with a burst of a grin forming into a full smile. “they’re not perfect but that’s what makes it work,” the blonde added firmly, a confirming nod following. “what about you? how’s boston? are you bossing around judges left and right and taking down names and giving the people deserved justice?” he inquired, a distinct chuckle emitting into the air as if he already had knowledge of the answer.

sam, sam, sam. she's not proud of the mistakes she made in high school. truthfully, she was a bitch. she was a bitch and he was always so sweet. there's certain people that you can tell are truly kind because you can see it in their eyes. sam was one of those people. eyes so blue the blonde could drown in them. then there were certain songs that no matter where you were in the world when you hear them it takes you back to a moment in time. quinn had a lot of songs like that. lucky and i've had the time of my life were two of those. the astronomy room, the promise ring. having a full blown panic attack because the last time i was on stage i went into labor, oh my god, oh my god i can't do this, to him calming her down in a way so easily. his presence was just... so calming. the magic of that performance. the magic of an eighties song. it felt so silly that she still thought about times like those. and here he was. all these years later, the two of them once again going to be in the same vicinity, and he was still handsome as ever. maybe even more so. history, history, you and me got a whole lot of history. "never, believe it or not, i think this little town is exactly what i need right now," quinn remarked softly, "oh, and to be in the glee club's business, of course," she teased, shrugging her shoulders as she did so. "how are the kids? they're not as bad behaved as we were as a glee club, right?" the question of the century. the original new directions were a god damn train wreck, loveable, but a train wreck, nonetheless.

[hopeyblogs]

⇢Masterlist

Ajax:

Dates:

Carnival dates. He will try every ride with you, entering haunted houses trying to prove he's not scared of ghosts. Long story short he's clinging onto you, shivering, throat dry from screaming.

Gaming dates, playing valorant, roblox, warzone together. Trolling people in games and he's screaming for you to help him.

Night dates. Forbidden night walks, getting high together, taking weird selfies, doing stupid stuff with him. Bonus points if it rains, both of are playing in the rain.

Types of girls he's into:

Orange cat girls, the ones who's napping, thrives on food and lives for chaos.

Sarcasm as humour, dark jokes. He loves them

He's definitely into smart academically girls, he needs a boost in academics.

Love language:

Quality time. Spending time with doing stupid stuff, getting caught. It builds the best memories for the both of you

Bullying. He definitely teases you, makes fun of you, you guys have roast battles together.

Rememberance. He remembers everything about you. For an airhead he's definitely head over heels for you. He would babble about you when getting high. Doesn't let anyone touch him when he's drunk saying "i have a girlfriend. go away"

What he loves about you:

Intelligence. He loves having a significant other that can help him in academics, seeing your joy of him getting good grades and your seriousness during studying is adorable

Humour. The random unhinged jokes you would say and then giggling together. Having an inside joke together

Your sassy attitude. Loves going back and forth bullying, making fun and pranking each other. The way you don't back down from a fight makes him weak in the knees.

Tyler:

Dates:

Coffee dates. Both enjoying each other company during the mornings sipping the coffee he made. He definitely wants your opinion of his coffee (compliments)

Baking dates. Spending time baking with him at his house with flour smeared everywhere. The extra treats are always taken to lunch by his father.

Late night drives. Bringing the treats you both made, feeding him while he's driving, blasting music and jamming to love songs together.

Types of girls he's into:

We all know he's into black cat girls. The clingy black cat with a rough attitude.

He's lowkey into the obsessive girls so it doesn't feel like he's alone with his tendencies. He hydes it ofc.

Also into the girls that's dependent on him. Gets him weak.

Love language:

Quality time. Your time is his. He wants to be there for each and every time with you. Random talks, unending conversation is perfect.

Words of affirmation. Will reassure you with words anytime possible. He wants you to remember he loves you in each way possible

Touch. Hands all over you, hands at your waist, thighs, face. He can't go on without your touch. So devoted <33

What he loves about you:

Your style. It's so different from him. He loves exploring new styles with you.

Your bossy attitude. He loves the feel of being owned but he will push that attitude out of you if it crosses the line ykyk

Your dependence on him. He wants to be anywhere possible with you, protecting you from harm all concerned with you.

Loves your neck, so dainty and beautiful for him to mark you, fits perfectly for his hands.

.

an: i feel like this is so bad :')

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you know some good heartwarming johnlock fics that are under 10k?? Not very fluffy, but heartwarming...

Hey Lovely!

Sorry it’s taken so long to post this one; I equate “heartwarming” with “fluff”, so trying to pick out the fics that are heartwarming TO ME from those is difficult. Plus “heartwarming” is different for everyone, I think! 

So, I just quickly went done my AO3 bookmarks, and picked the ones that spoke to me the most, if I could remember them! Obviously an incomplete list, but I encourage people to add their own!!!

Hope you like these!

HEARTWARMING STORIES (Under 10K w.)

See also:

All Fluff Fics Masterpost (Oct. 2021)

Cuddle Fics Masterpost (Oct 2021)

Love Confessions Masterpost (Apr 2021)

John Will Never Forget by gelos (bia_mpinto) (NR, 244 w. 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Time, Love Confessions) – John will never forget Sherlock’s everything.

When Morning Comes by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 423 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Lazy Mornings/Morning After, Fluff and Angst, Sleepy Cuddles, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling / Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) – “Sherlock,” says John solemnly, “I’m not sure we can go anywhere today.”

Flip of the Coin by SD_Ryan (T, 648 w.|| Fluff, Snuggles, Bed Sharing) – "John never knew what shape the flat would be in when he emerged from his room each morning, and that was due solely—as you might imagine—to Sherlock. The possibilities were limitless, and John’s creativity had not yet ballooned sufficiently to anticipate the depth and variety of Sherlock’s methods of transforming their home." One morning, John wakes to an entirely new—and not unwelcome—circumstance.

Octopus by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 705 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Bed Sharing, Limpet Sherlock) – A week after Sherlock and John finally get together, and John is finding sharing a bed with Sherlock Holmes to be ... difficult, sometimes. If not downright suffocating.

Easy like Sunday Morning by lbmisscharlie (G, 910 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Breakfast in Bed, Epic Friendship, Platonics/Domestics) – John and Sherlock and their lazy, dysfunctional Sunday mornings in bed. In which Sherlock has difficulty sleeping and John makes lots of toast. Shameless fluff. Part 1 of No Mushrooms Please

Home and Dry by BeautifulFiction (G, 1,052 w. || Fluff, Friendship, Pre-Slash) – Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and comfort can come from the most unlikely source. John and Sherlock pre-slash blanket-fic fluff.

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

Poppies For John by grannysknitting (T, 1,102 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Rememberance Sunday fic - John notices a discrepancy between Sherlock's stated intent and his actions. Sherlock, for once, explains himself. Friendship or pre-slash, your choice. Intended in honour of those who defend us.

First Kiss by jawnandsharklock (NR, 1,119 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Fluff) – "Look into the mirror. Do you see your mouth? Good. Go two inches to the right from the right corner of your mouth. Then two and a half inches up. Stop. I said two and a half inches, not five. There you go. Right there. That’s where this story begins. Or maybe that’s where it ends. Or maybe it’s all the same."

Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John.

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

Aestival by BeautifulFiction  (G, 1,254 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pre-Slash) – There is such a thing as a perfect day.

Upon Reflection, Tenable Frippery by emmagrant01 (T, 1,299 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, John’s Beard, First Kiss, Fluff) – John was, inexplicably, growing a beard.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

Yet What I Can, I Give Him by a_big_apple (G, 1,391 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kisses) – This Christmas is much improved over the last – mostly because Sherlock isn't dead – but it isn't so simple for John to recover from his grief, and he finds comfort in likely and unlikely places.

So, this is normal for us now? by TooManyChoices (M, 1,445 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Est. Rel., Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.

The Pigeon’s deplorable nesting place by SlothfulSlytherin (G, 1,482 w. || Alternate First Meeting, Humour, Fluff) – Upon returning to London, John Watson took up residence in a mouldy little flat on Baker Street. The flat itself wasn’t all that special or interesting, his new neighbour on the other hand…

To Sleep, Perchance to...Cuddle by nerdyandiknowit (NR, 1,563 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Stubborn Sherlock, Bedsharing, Cuddles & Snuggles) – Almost immediately after they got together Sherlock formed this dependency on John-he could not (or would not as John believes) sleep without John being there, in bed, next to him. 

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

A Metaphorical Gesture by cyparissus (T, 1,578 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Fluff) – "Sherlock, are you--" the words die in John's throat and he has to swallow and start again, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

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

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

There's Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Blanket Burrito by All_I_need (G, 1,894 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth Rotting Fluff, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Sort-Of Love Confession) – John, a blanket-wrapped burrito of laughing sunshine in a ratty t-shirt, notices. Of all the moments for him to be observant, this is the one he chooses.

The Lie-In by KendylGirl (M, 2,000 w., 1 Ch. || POV Sherlock 1st Person,  Bed Sharing, Fluff, True Love, Introspection) – Five months after his return, John and Sherlock spend a day in bed. Part 2 of When to Let Go

Tangential by Bitenomnom (NR, 2,047 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Fluff and Love, Cuddles, Friendship, Sherlock is a Kept Man, Sherlock Divorces his Work, Nightmares) – In which John stitches up Sherlock's head (but not really), Sherlock comes into John's room at night to take his laptop (but not really), Sherlock is married to his Work (but not really), and John is more than proficient at keeping Sherlock (really, definitely). Part 48 of Mathematical Proof

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4,  5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

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

100 ways to say 'I love you' by Teatrolley (NR, 2,143 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Fluff, Domestics) – Sherlock sleeps with John’s body next to him, and wakes up to find him making them both toast in the kitchen with sleep still sitting in the corner of his eye, and he holds on tight to every little intimacy that John gives him; every little small moment, every little fond smile. It could be enough. Still, he’d like more. But Sherlock Holmes doesn’t know how to ask for things. Luckily, John does. In which there are a hundred phrases and none of them are “I love you.” Until they are.

Study in John by chappysmom (K+, 2,158 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiP, POV John, Introspection, Friendship, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, John’s Limp) – After the events of "A Study in Pink," John lies on the couch in Baker Street and thinks about the whirlwind events of the day. What is he getting himself into?

Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2,423 w., Ace Sherlock / Straight John, Love Letters, Romantic Friendship, Asexuality, Schmoop) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name

The Importance of Torn Papers by MyLittleCornerOfSherlock (G, 2,427 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Love Declarations, Fluff) – Little things make a big difference, even little notes of thanks. Small reminders to show he cares.

and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2,683 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Letters, Clueless John) – "You've written love letters," Sherlock asserted.

BBCSH 'How To Save A Life' by tigersilver (T, 2,784 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Angsty Schmoop, Requited Love) – Pining, requited, and unabated spates of 'first kiss' fluff. Post Mary, AU, mildly cracky. John lays a smooch on Sherlock's nape in passing. The world does that thing it does when it wobbles and Sherlock practically falls off his own pins. Part 1 of 'How To...'

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Unmapped by 221b_hound (E, 2,835 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Fluff, Kissing, Experiments, Kisses, Saucy Kisses) – Sherlock wishes to explore more about his desires. To this end, he conducts a kissing experiment in the afternoon of Christmas Day. John is all for experiments of this nature. They are going to learn a thing or two together. Part 9 of Unkissed

Extraordinary by genesius (G, 2,860 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Plays the Violin, Established Relationship, Morse Code, Fluff, One Shot) – Sherlock's deduced that John's going to Italy to buy him a violin. Even the greatest detective alive makes a few mistakes.

What He's Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock,  Sherlock’s Bum) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they've been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John's pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks... Part 3 of Lock and Key

Once is Enough by Jominerva (T, 3,030 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Domestic Fluff, Whump) – Just as the earth rises to meet the sun at every mountain crest, John reaches out for Sherlock and takes his hand in his own."Tell me it won't end like this," he says, blue eyes holding grey while he laces their fingers together. Sherlock lets out a shaky laugh and shakes his head. "I wish I could."

On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan (G, 3,136 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson.

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.

A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie (NR, 3,364 w. || Fake Relationship, Pride Parade, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance.

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, Established Rel., Soft Idiots) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to--how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?--Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands by miss_frankenstein (T, 3,731 w., 1 Ch. || Kissing in the Rain, Angst With Happy Ending) – In which John and Sherlock finally confront their feelings for each other - as only they would do - in the pouring rain.

Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3,772 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Vulnerable Sherlock, Wedding Anniversary, Anal, Texting, Lingerie) – John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

April Sea by ladydirewolf1 (T, 3,778 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV John, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Melodrama, Reminiscence) – Sherlock takes John to the place he spent his childhood summers.

The Genetic Algorithm by Bitenomnom (NR, 3,786 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Friendship, Cuddling Fluff, Sherlock Experiments on John, Alternating First Person POV) – Some problems defy the usage of cold, clean-cut linear logic. It is impossible to devise a way to take steps that ultimately lead exactly to an optimal answer. Sherlock believes John Watson is one of those problems. Part 28 of Mathematical Proof

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

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

Study in Sherlock by chappysmom (K+, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || ASiP, Friendship, Introspection, Anxious Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock) – Sherlock's thoughts and feelings during A Study in Pink. What DID he think of John, and why was he being so NICE?

Water Is Another Matter by cathedral_carver (T, 3,903 w., 1 Ch. || Sick Fic, Pining, First Kiss, Heat Wave, Skinny Dipping) – He thinks it’s in trouble, his poor heart.

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.

The Quiet Moments by belovedmuerto (T, 4,091 w., 1 Ch. || Cuddles) – Cuddling. Lots of it.

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Christmas at Holmes Cottage by johnlockedstarkid (G, 4,295 w., 7 Ch. || Christmas, Fake Relationship, Love Confessions, Holmes Family, Pining, Kisses, Fluff, Allusions to Mystrade) – Sherlock doesn't want to have to deal with his mother's wishes for him to find a partner when he goes to visit them for Christmas, so asks John to pose as his boyfriend. Little does he know he's not the only one who wishes that the relationship could be real.

Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy (M, 4,330 w., 1 Ch. || Beekeeping, Aging, Gladstone, Tooth Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

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

If He Knows by shamelessmash (M, 4,513 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fic, Pining Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Angst, First Person Sherlock POV, Texting, Internal Monologue, Blanket Forts) – I imagine mornings: John handing me a cup of tea, hair sticking out at odd angles. How he would bend down to kiss me, smiling fondly as he pulls away. The way his skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his skin looks in the morning light. The soft sigh as he sits in his chair with the morning paper, the way his toes curl in the carpet, the way he rolls his shoulders before sinking deeper into his seat. I watch him, how he is when he is content, as it should be. As he deserves. Happy. With me.

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.

A Quiet Murmuration by cathedral_carver (T, 4,684 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing) – Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Applied Linguistics by what_alchemy (M, 4,837 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive / Anxious Sherlock, Introspection, Bed Sharing, Past John Whump, Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Word Play) – “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.” Sherlock searches for the right words.

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w., 2 Ch. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarrassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated... physically and emotionally. 

Telling the Bees by siennna (G, 5,174 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Beekeeping, POV Sherlock, Love Confessions) – It took a beat of silence for the words to settle in, before both of them realized what John said. "You—" Sherlock started. "I—" John said at the same time. "Love me? You love me?" Sherlock asked faintly. Part 3 of sienna's favorites

all things warm and tender by darcylindbergh (E, 5,177 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Romantic Fluff, Rimming/Anal/BJ’s, Body Worship) – Grinning and giggling, John slides back down under the sheet and pulls it over his head. He finds Sherlock waiting for him, eyes bright and hair wild, the firelight bleeding through the thin fabric, colouring everything in soft peach and topaz, and in that moment he is so suddenly, unexpectedly, ethereally beautiful that John forgets how to breathe.

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

Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5,178 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff & Angst, Magic Realism) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.

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

Maybe This Christmas by feverishsea (T, 6,021 w., 1 Ch. || Matchmaker Anthea, Anthea POV, Slight Mystrade, Holmes Family) – Anthea has given up her life, her own desires, even her name in service of something greater than herself. But that doesn’t mean she can’t see when someone else wants something – even if she doesn’t happen to care overmuch for that person. And it doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to help.

This Year by DiscordantWords (T, 6,283 w., 2 Ch. || TEH Divergence / No Mary, New Year’s Eve, John’s A Mess, Jealous John, Awkward Conversations, Trapped in a Closet, Estranged After Return, John POV, Semi-Reunion, Angry John, First Kiss, Reconciliation, Clueless Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Last year, Sherlock Holmes showed up at the Landmark with a fake moustache and a bad French accent and threw John's entire life into disarray with two words: "Not dead." This year, there are more surprises in store.

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w., 1 Ch. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn't understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

once upon a time by darcylindbergh (M, 6,501 w., 6 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, First Kiss / Time, Love Declarations, Christmas) – It starts with a wish. In the beginning, John comes home. Part 1 of things fairy tales are made of

Laid Bare by esplanade (T, 6,529 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Fluff, Pining, Angst) – "I suppose it comes as no surprise that I always rather detested grand romantic gestures. They struck me as unnecessary and contrived, feeble attempts at desperately holding together relationships, most of which should have been allowed to fall apart."

Inside by magikspell (E, 6,757 w., 1 Ch. || Loss of Virginity, Anal / Rimming, Fluff, Humour, Awkwardness, Shy Sherlock, Bottomlock) – "Being inside someone. Feeling someone inside you."

Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 6,816 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Retirementlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Self Esteem, Grumpy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, PWP, Fluff and Smut, Bottomlock) – “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat. “I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

Solstice by Calais_Reno (T, 6,875 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, POV Sherlock, Winter Solstice, John Returns to Baker Street, Angst With Happy Ending, Separations, Lost Love, Eventual Romance) – It feels like the onset of winter, so gradual that you wake up one day and see ice decorating the windows and wonder when it suddenly became so cold... He lost John slowly, without either of them deciding that’s what would happen. The way to come back together must be so gradual that it’s almost imperceptible.

The Tip Over Into The Inevitable by ivyblossom (T, 6,894 w., 1 Ch. || Grief, Cuddles, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers) - When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can’t sleep at all. John finds a way to help.

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes (T, 7,162 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss, Schmoop, Nightmares, Fluff & Angst, Grief, Idiots in Love) – After Sherlock's "comeback" John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he's alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

that thing you like by misspamela (E, 7,165 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers) – "Happy Christmas, etc. etc." Sherlock and John go to the Holmes’ for Christmas, and everyone thinks they’re together.

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

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.”

Coda by SilentAuror (E, 7,448 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, POV John, Porn with Feels, Switch, Fluff) – Coda to A Satisfactory Arrangement. “This is all I want to do for the rest of my life,” Sherlock tells him. “Screw the work. Let’s just stay in bed forever.” Part 2 of A Satisfactory Arrangement

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

On Favors and Keeping Score by Ewebie (G, 7,622 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Fluff, John Whump) – John woke up to the horribly unpleasant sound of his clock alarm. Which meant he’d slept through his phone’s alarm. And for a moment he glared blearily at the noisemaker before smacking at it with his palm. Ugh, he felt like rubbish. The back of his throat was burning with the irritation that heralded a proper dose, his nose was threatening to drip every few seconds, and he had the uncomfortable flush that normally suggested a fever. Nothing high, just uncomfortable. Nothing deadly, just irritating. Nothing worth calling in sick with, just a full day of discomfort in the face of other people’s discomfort. It was going to be a day where he was forced to bite his tongue from telling people off. “You’re not as sick as I am, so off you pop.” Part 7 of Tumblr Shorts

Christmas by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 7,673 w., 1 Ch. || Worried Sherlock, PWP, Drunkeness, Christmas, Est. Relationship, Idiots So In Love) – John feels a lump rise in his throat, and it hits him, again, that this beautiful, infuriating creature is his. Completely, one-hundred percent his.

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. 

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

The T-Shirt Thief by watsonsherlocksuniverse (T, 7,968 w., 5 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Doctor John, First Kiss, Canon Fix-It, Developing Rel., Mutual Pining) – Sherlock steals John's t-shirt from the laundry. John catches him wearing it one evening, fluff ensues with an endeared yet teasing John?

Nightfall by CKLizzy (T, 8,001 w., 4 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Nightmares, Depictions of Violence/Torture/Injuries, Bed Sharing) – Awoken by nightmares, John and Sherlock seek each other's company at night. They find more than either of them knew they were missing. Part 1 of Solace

On the Losing Side by missselene (E, 8,210 w., 1 Ch. || Anal / Oral, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Mild Dub Con / Drunk John) – After Mary's death, John moves back into Baker Street, but is still upset at the loss of his wife and child. Eventually, he and Sherlock stumble into a sort of relationship, but it's more physical than anything and they don't talk about it. They especially don't talk during sex. If they are going to have sex, Sherlock notices the signs hours beforehand, and he prepares carefully. The lights are off, they're under the covers, he prepares himself using lots of lube so he can make it feel as much like a woman as he can, and he doesn't let himself make any noise so that, if John wishes, he can pretend that he's still with Mary.

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

Never Been This Swept Away by estalita11 (T, 8,531 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TAB, Mary is Not Nice, Drug Use, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Set immediately after TAB, Sherlock visits his brother to definitely not apologize about earlier and ends up finally learning a few things that would have been nice knowing about months ago. Mycroft never wants to deal with lovestruck idiots ever again.

Let You Kiss Me (So Sweet and So Soft) by out_there (G, 8,659 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kisses, Stroppy Sherlock, Confused John) – The first time Sherlock kisses him, John keeps his eyes open, and so does Sherlock, and mostly, he wonders what Sherlock could possibly be up to. There'll be some logic to this. Some ridiculous experiment about body warmth or respiratory rates or testing a new way of picking pockets. Sherlock does the unimaginable for bizarre reasons, but behind it, there's always logic and curiosity. Sometimes, it just takes him a while to explain it to John.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

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

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, 9,020 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romance, Smut, Case Fic, Self-Esteem Issues) – 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 

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

All the Times Something ALMOST Happened by allonsys_girl (T, 9,049 w., 6 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Angst, Friendship/Love, UST) – John and Sherlock dancing around what they dance around in canon.

Illogical, even. by magikspell (E, 9,119 w., 1 Ch. || Grey-Ace Sherlock, Character Study, Growing Up, Victor Trevor, Romance, First Time/Kiss, Sherlock-centric) – Five reasons Sherlock never believed in love and one reason he does now.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He's also pretty sure that John doesn't know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine's Day.

The Important Bit by Solshine (G, 9,984 w., 7 Ch. || Platonic Marriage, Domestics, Asexual Sherlock) – Just where exactly is the line between “to love” and “to be in love”? What difference is required between “flatmate” and “husband”? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,994 w., 2 Ch. || Frozen-ish AU || Magical Realism, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Powerful John) – In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock's brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way...

Someone I Love by hudders-and-hiddles (M, 10,002 w., 2 Ch. || Canon Compliant, HLV-Filler Fic, Pre-Slash, Jealous John, PIning Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, UST/URT, Dog Tags) – John gets married and Sherlock finds comfort in wearing John's identity tags around his wrist.

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Left in the rain|||D.M

Summary: Astoria watches as Draco moves on quicker then her

Based on the song left in the rain by loving caliber

I tried my best this was a request from one of my friends because we've both been obsessed with this song. So if it's bad I'm sorry

Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table with his arm around you laughing

It's been almost a year since Draco and Astoria split up and he got with his new girlfriend y/n. Draco got with her only 1 month after him and Astoria broke up

Astoria wish she could move on wish she could say she was finally over him but she'd be lying if she said that

She couldn't it's been almost a full year and she still loves Draco, even if the break up was mutual

Like Astoria didn't understand why it's so easy for people to fall in love again in a few months after a break up, she doesn't even know if she could ever get over Draco like he's perfect

Astoria rememberers when Draco told her that it wasn't gonna work and how he also fell in love with someone else, and just doesn't fell the same with her. She agreed that it wasnt going to work, but it hurt to see Draco not even look upset I've eheir break up, when she was still heartbroken

"You know my love if you keep making me laugh I'm gonna die of laughter so stop being so funny for one minute, I wanna drink my pumpkin juice and not choke." Draco says and you shrug

"If you die at least I get all your money so die." You say joking and Draco starts laughing

Astoria didn't understand how she was the only one in pain after the break up, Draco wasn't hurt by it at al and that hurt her even more

Astoria just pretended every day to be over Draco because he looked happier, and she was happy he was happier they both weren't the right fit for each other. But she still loved him and she wished she didn't because he doesn't love her back

Astoria watches as Draco kisses you and you kiss him back as you wrapped your arms around him

She felt jealous seeing it even if Draco was yours now he wasn't with Astoria anymore

Draco was going on about a surprise he had planned for you

"Oh you have to tell me now or I won't stop being funny." You say and Draco smiles at you

"Oh no laughter my greatest weakness, actually no you are my love, your my future Mrs malfoy."

Astoria just looks back at her plate of dinner after Draco said that, because that was gonna be her but now it's you

"Did I ever tell you y/n that I love you more then anyone or anything in the world?" Draco says as Astoria saw he looked at you with nothing but love, like only you existed in his world

Astoria tried everything since they broke up to get over him but nothing, she was still hopelessly in love with Draco, she'd do anything to fall out of love with him.

Later on that day in the Slytherin common room everyone was playing truth or dare but if you don't do your truth or dare, you have to take a shot of fire whiskey

"Ok Draco truth or dare?" Blaise says and Draco looks over as he was tickling you on the couch

"Oh wait I'm playing? Ok uh truth." Draco says and Blaise thought for a few seconds

"Ok are you still in love with with your ex." Blaise says and Draco looks at Astoria then back at you

"Na y/n is the only one who will ever have my heart. Expect our future kids they'll be the only one who can steal it from her like she's perfect." Draco says and Astoria wish he just took a shot why did he have to hurt her like that?

"If you said yes I think you won't be getting any affection ever again." You say and Draco laughs

"Hey your my soulmate my love, also why would I be in love with anyone when one with you." Draco says and Astoria wanted to yell oh but you can be in love with y/n as were together? But she had to play the part that she's over him even if she's not

Maybe she never will be

|Years later|

Today Astoria went shopping and bumped into someone as she was looking for a new dress

"I'm so sorry are you ok?" Astoria says as she looks down at the pregnant woman she bumped into

But before she could do anything to help them someone picked them up

"Y/n my love are you ok?" Draco says and Astoria looked at you again and was shocked she didn't even recognize you

"I'm fine dray." You say and Astoria smiles politely

"Wow I haven't seen you two since you both graduated." Astoria say and Draco looks up at her and smiles

"Yeah hi Astoria we haven't talked in a long time, been 5 years almost 6?" Draco says and Astoria nods

"Yes it has." Astoria says seeing yours and Dracos wedding rings on your fingers "Congrats on the pregnancy by the way." Astoria says as she starts realizing she was still not over Draco she was still in love with him, and the wedding rings and the pregnancy, was gonna be hers one day, but it's yours and it still stung her heart thinking about it how you have the life she was gonna have

"Thanks, were really excited after having our son we really hope for a daughter you know one of each." Draco says and Astoria nods

"Woah well I hope you both get that daughter, I actually have to go I have to get ready for tonight." Astoria says and Draco nods

"Right your in an arranged marriage aren't you? Your sister told me your having your engagement party soon well congrats." Draco way and Astoria nods as she smiles awkwardly pretending to be so happy about marrying someone she's never even met

Astoria left the store and she looked back to see you and Draco smiling at each other so happily as Draco was rubbing your baby bump whispering something to you as your smile went wider

'I should hate y/n but I don't she makes him into a better person which I couldn't do, she made him happier and be happier. And I couldn't do any of that and it hurts but I still love him even if I know he was never meant to be with me, I just wish I was that person for him even though I'll never be that. And I feel like I was left out in the rain.'