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raysofcrosby · 3 years

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can we see a little sneak peek at the epilogue pleaseeeeeee☺️

sure thing! 🥰

below the cut is a sneak peek of the wltay epilogue!

“You know that they’re getting ready to take off, right?” Matt asked, coming up beside Caroline’s chair and resting his hands against the back of his beside her.

“Mhhm, they handed out the sparklers just a bit ago.” Caroline nodded down at the packaged sparkler in front of her, the packaging giving a time to line up just outside and that someone would be there to light them for them.

“Which means the night is coming to an end…”

“I hope so,” she laughed, placing her glass down in front of her and shifting in her chair, tugging up on her deep coral colored bridesmaid dress and poking out her left foot, still wearing her nude heels. “My feet are starting to kill me and the moscato only helps so much.”

“We can take care of that later,” Matt said, grabbing onto both hands and tugging her up onto her feet. “But right now, we’re going to dance before the wedding ends.”

“But my feet,” she pouted, letting Matt hold onto her hand as he led them onto the ballroom floor.

“I’ll rub your feet tonight and tomorrow,” he stopped in the middle of the dance floor and wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her into him as he held onto her right hand with his left. “But right now, we’re dancing. Capiche?”

“You’re not sleeping at your parents’ place tonight?” She asked, resting her left arm on his right arm and placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Oh no, definitely not. Ethan is, but not me. I’m staying with you in your room.”

“Matthew,” she rolled her eyes as he smiled. “We’re not crossing that line.”

“I know, I know,” he replied, sighing. “The one time when we got back from the lake house was bad enough, but I sure as hell don’t regret it. What’s a Stanley Cup celebration without some Stanley Cup celebration sex, hm?”

Caroline shook her head, resting her forehead against his shoulder so he couldn’t see her blush. It wasn’t intentional– her and Matt sleeping together– it really was sort of an accident...that involved being way too drunk from brunch with Brady and Emma that first weekend back from the lake house. They all ended up crashing at Brady and Emma’s place, and while Emma attempted to take a shower while Matt and Brady ordered food, Caroline was supposed to be taking a nap in their guest room.

Until Matt came walking in and cuddled up behind her and the soft kiss against her cheek, turned into a kiss on the mouth, then the hands got involved and before they knew it, the tension was high and they were naked, in each others arms and under the covers being woken up by a slightly less drunk Brady a few minutes later, who came to announce that the pizza was there and that Matt was going to pay to have the sheets and comforter cleaned.

Since then, they haven’t crossed the line. The small touches, lingering hugs and simple kisses were fine to them. Matt could stay the night and sleep in her bed with her and that was fine too– but sex was a no-go. Even while the being around each other was enough to solidify her feelings, it was the sex that would make her want to skip out on the hard work she was putting in with Moira in working through her issues from the past.

And that was something she was adamant about working on, for everyone’s sakes– but more specifically, her own and her little family’s.

“I’m more than okay with just sleeping beside you for the night, no sex needed.” He whispered, resting his head beside hers. “Just something to get used to once we finally figure everything out, because when we do, I can guarantee you that when I’m home for the summer that I’ll be sleeping over at your place.”

“You haven’t considered getting your own place here yet for the summers?”

Matt shrugged, trying to hide the sheepish smile on his face. “I’ll admit that I’ve been looking at a few places in the neighborhood, but I’m not looking to buy until we get everything settled.”

“And by settled you mean…”

“Definitely you and me in a relationship of course, duh.”

“I thought we were starting over, hm?” She laughed, looking at him.

“I mean, we don’t have to start way over...right? I’m pretty sure we don’t have to take it as slow as you and doucheface were. I’ve stayed over plenty of times, you and Ethan literally stayed at my apartment back in Calgary and we have years of history together. How much do we really need to start over with besides the obvious?” He asked, spinning her out before bringing her back in.

“You live in Calgary nine months out of the year, Matt. So what are we talking about here?” She asked, stopping him from spinning her out again. “Living together for three months here every summer in St. Louis where we’re vacationing some of the time? Or living together twelve months out of the year, both in Calgary and St. Louis?”

Matt paused, looking at her as he rested both hands at the small of her back. “It’s whatever you want to do, Care. You and E made a really solid foundation here and it wouldn’t be the first time a player lives somewhere different than his family for the season. I’ll do whatever’s best for you both.”

“Sounds like you’ve got more than just dating in mind there, Matthew,” she spoke softly, a teasing smile on her face.

“The tradition is that the people who catch the bouquet and the garter get married next, right?” He smiled.

“Does it really count if the toss was fixed?”

“Pft, of course it does!” He said, dipping her down slowly as he smiled and brought her back up. “Besides, who said it was fixed?”

“I don’t know,” she smiled, the song coming to an end as they stayed on the dance floor. “Maybe it was Taryn shooing everyone else away from us in the circle?”

Matt rolled his eyes as he held her hand and the two of them walked back to their table. “What my sister does is her own thing. But I can promise you I didn’t set it up.” He pulled her chair out, scooting it back in once she sat down before sitting down next to her and turning towards her in his chair. “But back to your original question, yes. I’ve definitely got more than dating in mind.”

Caroline reached for her glass of moscato and took a sip, savoring the taste before looking at him. “You know...when we were walking down the aisle together, I may or may not have pictured it being you and me on our wedding day.”

“We’re getting married?” He asked, gasping as he grabbed his beer bottle. “An invitation would’ve been nice.”

She was the one who rolled her eyes this time at his teasing tone. “I’m not saying that we are right now, I was just saying it was easy to picture.”

“Do you still have that pinterest board of your dream wedding you made back in high school?” He asked, a teasing smile on his lips as he brought the bottle to his mouth. “Am I still wearing the gray suit and the purple accessories?”

“Lavender, thank you,” she replied, putting her glass back onto the table. “And I plead the fifth on my wedding board.”

“I have been told that is my best color, by you of course...and my Mom,” he laughed, taking another sip of his beer. “Just answer one more question before you cease the wedding talk until our own, hm?”

She picked her glass back up, preparing herself for whatever it was he was going to ask. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“Did you ever look at that board when you were planning your wedding with doucheface?” His tone was playful still, but Caroline didn’t miss the seriousness behind his playful question.

“Nope,” Caroline replied, shaking her head as she brought the glass up to her lips. “Never glanced at it once. And if we’re being honest...I didn’t get very far in the wedding planning process. I only got as far as ordering a magazine to look at dresses, but that’s it.”

“Good,” Matt nodded, failing to hide the smile as he finished off the rest of his beer before putting it down onto the table.

“Momma, I’m tired,” Ethan pouted, walking up and standing in between Matt and Caroline’s chairs, leaning against Matt’s legs.

“You had all that cake after I told you not to, didn’t you?” She asked, looking at him as he nodded. “So now you’re coming down from that sugar high you said you wouldn’t get even though I told you it’d happen, right?’

“Mhhm,” he nodded, still pouting as he pried at Matt’s knees to step between them, leaning further against Matt. “Can we go home now, Daddy?”

“We’ve still got to say bye to BeeBee and Emmy, but after that we’ll ride home with Papa Walt and Mimi, okay?” Matt asked, picking Ethan up and sitting him on his lap.

“Which speaking of,” Caroline said, nodding around them as everyone was getting up to walk towards the designated spot. “We should probably get our sparklers and go line up.”

“What do you think, E?” Matt asked, getting Ethan to lift his head up off of his shoulder. “Can you stay awake a little longer to light up the sparkler? I’ll let you hold mine and yours, that way I can carry you, okay?”

“Okay, I can do that.” Ethan nodded, getting off of Matt’s lap and standing there as Matt stood up, grabbing onto the two sets of sparklers and handing them to him. “Where do we go?”

“Just follow Mom and I, okay?” Matt replied, resting his hand on Ethan’s shoulder as he waited for Caroline to grab her sparkler. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Caroline nodded, adjusting her dress as she stood beside him, draping her purse across her chest and holding onto the sparklers. “What?” She asked, looking up to see Matt smiling at her.

“Nothing, come on,” he replied, shaking his head and placing his hand on the small of her back, walking alongside her to the location they needed to be.

They lined up towards the end of the line, being one of the last people who would see Brady and Emma before they got into their ride to head back home to their apartment before they would wake up early the next morning to head off to the airport and start their honeymoon. Andrew and Nonnie were across the way from them, Keith and Chantal as well, everyone on either side of the line starting to light up their sparklers, using their neighbors as the flame while Brady and Emma stood at the very front of the makeshift tunnel.

Matt carried Ethan on his left hip, turning him towards Caroline as Caroline lit both of the sparklers, using hers before they followed everyone else in holding the sparklers up out in front of them and just above their heads, everyone cheering as Emma and Brady ran by their friends and family, big smiles on their faces and waving as they reached their car. They each stopped by their parents one last time, giving them a hug and a kiss and saying goodbye to their siblings before getting into their car and driving away from the venue and back towards home.

“Can we go home now, Daddy?” Ethan yawned, looking at Matt.

“We can go home now, E.” Matt nodded, pointing ahead of them and he squatted down and put Ethan onto the ground. “There’s Papa Walt and Mimi right there, why don’t you go see if they’re ready to go, okay?”

“M'kay,” Ethan nodded, rubbing his left eye as he walked across the way and over to Keith and Chantal.

“I know I told you earlier when we were walking down the aisle, but you look beautiful tonight,” Matt said, resting his hand on the small of Caroline’s back as he walked them over towards his parents. “If the officiant was still here, I’d have him marry us right now.”

“And you look quite handsome yourself,” she smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning against his arm. “You ready to go home?”

“With you?” He smiled, bending down and kissing her temple before brushing his lips just by her left ear. “Always.”

#anon #answered #wltay

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malfoyfarms · 4 years

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Room for One More

“Hey hi! I love your work! I was wondering if you could do a JJ or John B x Reader. Where everyone ends up falling asleep on the boat after a party or something and the reader has night terrors so they comfort her? (I totally get if this is too difficult. I just need fluff. 💖) xx” -nonnie

“Could you write something about planning to run away with jj?” -nonnie

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

T/W: Nightmares, soft JJ

A/N: hi i changed it a little bit, but i hope u still like it.

Today hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary for any of the Pogues. Kiara was working at The Wreck, JJ and Pope delivering groceries, John B being handy at the Cameron residence, and Y/n continued to sell beverages off the cart to all the rich old golfers. The group of teens then ended their day by meeting at the Chateau to discuss some type of adventure going on in a few days.

Y/n had been the first to retreat from the group which was odd, but not surprised as she appeared to the house with a tired body. The girl always seemed to have bountiful energy, even after working 10 hour shifts in the hot sun, but apparently not today. Her trusty blonde followed right behind her as she trekked on her way home.

“Y/n/n, where are you going? This is your house?” JJ asked, confused as to why the girl kept walking. She silently shook her head, too exhausted to speak. This was her fourth 10 hour shift in a row, not to mention working a couple janitorial shifts after hours at the country club.

She reached her arm back to take his hand as she entered the woods, bobbing and weaving until she reached an old tree. JJ stood in amazement as she scaled the tree with ease, unlocking the small lock with the key around her neck, and finally entering a treehouse.

“Well are you coming?” She questioned with a smirk on her face. JJ was quick to follow her, taking in her little safety space. There was what looked like it used to be a couch cushion, a pillow and a few blankets, being used to make a bed. To the right was a small book shelf with a couple books, one picture frame and a cash box. “My parents started to steal my tips from work, so I started to hide them. Plus my sisters were driving me crazy, so I ended up here.”

“Wait like you live here?”

“No silly goose, I just take vacations from paradise,” she chuckled. She pulled the blonde to lay next to her on the make-shift bed, using his body as a heater and source of relief.

Not many hours later JJ was awakened by Y/n’s quick jet from sleep. She shot up with panicked breathing and sweat beaded around her face. Her clammy hand reached out to feel if the boy was still there, and the moment she felt his hands snake around her waist, she relaxed but didn’t let up the shakes. The jolts running through her body were like clockwork, just when one started at her hands, one ended at her toes.

JJ pulled her back down to lay flat next to him, connecting their hands in the space between them. He pulsated squeezes to her hands, trying to overcome her tremors. She eventually rolled over, causing JJ’s arm to wrap around hers while neatly placing her head on his shoulder.

“Nightmare?” He asked softly. Y/n’s eyes moved to look up at him.

“No, it’s more the lack of one. It’s a constant recurring dream of life being exceptionally ordinary.” The conversation about her dream seemed to light a fire within her. Y/n sat up with force, pulling JJ with her. “Once we graduate, we just work for a living. Same jobs in and out. Maybe start a family, which in turn is just more mouths to feed. I’ll probably live with my parents until they kick it, what’s the fun in that? I have a go bag prepped. For the day it becomes too much ya know? Hopefully I’ll have enough money saved to get me somewhere, but even if I don’t it’ll be the thrill of not knowing where my next meal or sleep will be.”

“You’d really wanna run away from all this? What happened to pogues for life?” She could feel the tension in his voice. The two kids had been friends for ages and he was a little upset about just now hearing it for the first time.

“Well think about it Jayj, John B and Sarah will probably get married and move a little more towards Figure 8. They won’t go full kook, but enough to live comfortably. Pope and Ki? Hell, who knows what those two will accomplish,” she chuckled softly. “As for me? I’m not going to college, who knows if I’ll finish high school for crying out loud. Maybe I’ll get my EMT certification, but you know me. I can’t sit and be an EMT for the next 30 years of my life. It’s a vicious cycle. ”

JJ pulled the rambling girl towards him, placing a kiss on the corner of her eye. He watched her eyes flicker and hands move in excitement as she talked about all the crazy things she could do if she ran away.

“I don’t think I’d leave forever though, maybe just take a break and do some soul searching? I would feel guilty if I left forever. Missing my siblings grow up, missing you out the roof.” Y/n leaned back, finally done with her rambling, almost feeling sad knowing that she was to go back to work again here in just a few short hours.

“Hold up, you think I’m letting you go on by yourself? Oh hell no. I hope you have room for one more because I’m coming with you.”

Her smile grew astronomically when she heard him say that.

“You’d really come with me?”

“We could go to Charleston, or maybe Georgia. Hell I��d follow you up to Boston if you wanted.”

She smiled at him. Her legs and arms wrapped around his torso, clinging to JJ. He slowly moved himself back to lying down.

The thought of the two of them running away, starting a new life, or just possibly taking a quick adventure seemed risky but thrilling. JJ had always known Y/n as an antsy girl, but he never imagined she’d be itching to get out. He was hopelessly in love with her, and if that meant hopping on a ferry off the island, then so be it. As Y/n slept on his chest, JJ started to romanticize the thought of a new adventure. Just him and his girl, taking on a new place, together. The thought left smiles on his face as he fell asleep shortly after.

#outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #john b routledge #john b imagine #john b x reader #jj x reader #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #pogue life #hms pogue #rafe cameron

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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What are your favorite johnlock fics of all time?

Ohhhh.

Ohhh noo.

Nonny you’re cruel.

Okay so funny story:

Someone asked me this exact thing a couple years ago.

I started a fic rec list offline at that time

Said list kept growing and growing as I decided to start sorting my fics.

It’s now a couple years later, and the list has over 300 fics on it XD.

So you see my dilemma LOL.

I have done a few fic lists in the past along this vein:

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

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

So what should I do today? How about the fics I ALWAYS re-read when I feel like I just need something familiar and oh so delicious? Would that be okay? Fics that I never hesitate to read again? Note that this list will probably change in a few months’ time as I re-read newer fics I’ve recently bookmarked; if I’m in a certain mood, a fic will get added and another removed, LOL. In fact, I’ve had this sitting in my drafts from quite awhile before I finally posted it, LOL. Waited a week, because my “feels” kept changing, HAH!

I have WAY more than 30 of these, but I had to stop somewhere! So here’s the criteria for these ones today:

I’ve read them more than 5 times since I bookmarked them

I read them start to finish, without skipping anything even though I know what happens.

That’s it. It’s just so I can keep my list down, LOL. Seriously, I love SO many fics that this list was HARD to do. Hope you enjoy!

I-J’s TOP 30 READ-AGAIN FICS (MARCH 2019)

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – 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.

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w. || 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 Emergency Contact Series by blueink3 (M, 11,763 w. across 2 works || 5 and 1′s, Whump, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Caring Sherlock / John, Scars) – The first time John Watson’s emergency contact is called is the first time Sherlock Holmes finds out that he has the job. The first time Sherlock Holmes realizes he needs an emergency contact is the first time he mentally appoints John Watson with the job.

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. | Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn’t always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

A Shipless Ocean by myswordfishmind (M, 22,135 w || Post-TRF, John has a Kid) – Ten years after the fall Sherlock goes back to London to find that John no longer lives there. Instead, he resides in a seaside town, a widower, and the father of a seven year old son. Now, Sherlock must struggle with the fact that there may no longer be a place for him in this new world.

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

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

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

Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w. || Fake Rel., Roadtrips, Slow Burn, Mummy Holmes) – “You love your mother, Sherlock?” John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

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

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, 39,629 w. || Fluff & Angst, Case Fic, Oral / Anal, Humour, First Time, Miscommunication, Snark, Christmas) – Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w. || H/C, Injury, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Mary is Not Nice) – When John’s left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she’s about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

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

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w. || Casefic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w. || Rich Sherlock AU, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Alternate First Meeting) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

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

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) – Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

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

You Have Drawn Red From My Hands by J_Baillier (T, 67,085 w. || Three Garridebs, Heavy John Whump, Hurt / Comfort, Pining, Heavy Angst, Case Fic/Adventure, Slow Burn, Sick Fic, Injury, Guilt & Depression, Just Talk Already Please, Medical Realism, PTSD) – John getting injured leads Sherlock on a path of guilt and revelations.

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

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #fave fics #Anonymous #fic rec sunday #top fics

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tadomodoka4-blog · 5 years

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What are your favorite johnlock fics of all time?

Ohhhh.

Ohhh noo.

Nonny you’re cruel.

Okay so funny story:

Someone asked me this exact thing a couple years ago.

I started a fic rec list offline at that time

Said list kept growing and growing as I decided to start sorting my fics.

It’s now a couple years later, and the list has over 300 fics on it XD.

So you see my dilemma LOL.

I have done a few fic lists in the past along this vein:

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

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

I have WAY more than 30 of these, but I had to stop somewhere! So here’s the criteria for these ones today:

I’ve read them more than 5 times since I bookmarked them

I read them start to finish, without skipping anything even though I know what happens.

That’s it. It’s just so I can keep my list down, LOL. Seriously, I love SO many fics that this list was HARD to do. Hope you enjoy!

I-J’s TOP 30 READ-AGAIN FICS (MARCH 2019)

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

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

from I am to see to it that I do not lose you. https://ift.tt/2FTbxgX via IFTTT

#IFTTT #I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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nicoleacedit · 3 years

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What are your favorite things to do during long car rides?

Hi, nonny!

It depends on who's in the car and what we're classifying as "long." If it's just me and my mom in the car? I'm the DJ. She drives, and I pick music, which she loves because we have very similar musical taste. If it's me and my dad, I either play DJ or I put on an audiobook or we listen to Cabin Pressure for the millionth time (John Finnemore is a comedic genius). If it's me and both of my parents in the car, I'm usually in the back, so I just zone out with my headphones on alternating between listening to music or an audiobook and also reading fanfic on my phone. Sometimes I end up playing DJ then, too. My dad has.... specific taste in music. If he's picking the music, there's a 90% chance it's Christian rock and a 10% chance it's something like the Eagles (which I'm totally here for, but a 1-in-10 shot is not great). Or it's sports radio.

I've also been known to crochet, write (mainly working on whatever my latest fiction project is), read a book, play video games, or watch TV/movies. Those happen when I'm in the backseat, though, because dad says it's rude to put headphones on or whatever when you're in the front seat with the driver. But like.... I really don't want to listen to sports on the radio. I pretty much never want to listen to sports ever, but he'll ask you questions if he misses something and then it's like *deer in the headlights*. So if he's doing that, I generally let my mom take that bullet for me 😂 She also does not do the sportsball thing.

My parents always drove everywhere growing up, so long car rides were the norm for us as we moved around or drove somewhere for vacation. I didn't fly until I was 17, so I had a lot of time to figure out what would best keep me entertained during a trip. We've had some sort of TV in our car pretty much since I was born, so even before smartphones, my brother and I were used to being entertained with TV and movies in the backseat while our parents drove. We went from VCRs to DVDs, and now I just pre-download movies or episodes on my phone to watch if I know I'm in for a long trip. They help especially if we're going through a deadzone where I don't get good internet and can't read fanfic.

If it's a shorter trip (anything under about 5 hours--I spent a decade in Texas, so I have a very skewed sense of how long a "long" car ride is), I may also just like.... talk. When my parents would come get me from undergrad for break, I would spend those car rides (~4.5-5 hours) just chatting and catching them up on everything that had happened since I saw them last (mainly for my dad's sake because I call my mom every day, though also they usually made the drive up about once a month since both of their kids were at the same school so there wasn't a lot that they'd missed).

What do you like to do on long car rides, nonny?

#replies #anon #nicole speaks #nicole rambles

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sweetcontradiction · 6 years

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Twelve O’Clock Midnight

Synopsis: Miranda rings in the New Year with love

“At what time are we heading to your mom and dad’s?”

“In two hours but that really means three.”

“Why so late?” Anderson asked, switching the channel on the tiny TV in his girlfriend’s Lindale home.

“Because…I want us to have our own New Year’s. We’re joinin’ them all later on.”

“But we can always celebrate when we leave…”

“Not sober, we won’t.”

Anderson raised his eyebrow, turning his head toward her pink kitchen as she stacked her plates by the sink. He had already told her not to drink too much tonight although he was scared she would ignore him. Of course, she had no idea what he was up to but in order for the special night to turn out as planned, the last thing Anderson needed was an intoxicated Miranda who was spewing abuse to relatives and who could barely stand up.

“What plans have you got for me, Miss Lambert?”

“Not the plans you’re thinking!” she rolled her eyes. “That too. But I thought we could maybe, I don’t know, watch a movie or go for a walk…”

“In this weather?” he mocked. “Come on, tell me what’s really wrong.”

“I miss the dogs…” she sighed. “It’s been too long.”

Anderson bit his lip, trying to keep a straight face. To be fair to her, she hadn’t seen her babies in over ten days, and whilst she had enjoyed every second of their Texasbama vacation, he knew all she wanted was to go home and ring in the New Year with slobbery kisses from her favorite people.

“Honey, if you want to go home we can pack right now —“

“I can’t do that to mom and dad. They’re so excited for this party…”

“A party we’re already going late to.” he noted.

“Not late. We just won’t be there when it starts.”

“Isn’t that the same thing, Ran?”

Letting out an inaudible chuckle, Miranda left her dirty dishes for later and took a seat next to her boyfriend. But when she didn’t approve of the small distance between them, she positioned herself on his lap before wrapping her arms around his neck.

“It’s been a really good year.” she admitted honestly, looking him straight in the eyes. “I mean I know I didn’t win my CMA and we spent a lot of time apart touring but I wouldn’t change any of that for the world. I love you.”

“Even your Grammy snub?”

“Okay, maybe that.” she laughed, hitting his shoulder mockingly. “But I’m serious. I love how happy you make me.”

“Right back at ya, darlin’.” Anderson winked, slowly moving his hand down to caress her hips. “This year would’ve sucked without you in it.”

“And all the years to come, I hope.”

“Of course.” he smiled, moving his lips over to Miranda’s; whose were already pouted out ready to accept a kiss. But as she moved her hands through his curls and shuffled in closer, they were disturbed when the phone in Miranda’s back pocket began to buzz.

Without thinking twice, Anderson took it out before smirking when he saw who it was. He immediately slid his finger across the screen and handed the FaceTime call to the blonde on his lap.

His heart swelled when her face light up, almost squirming on his lap as she was reunited with her dogs through a lens.

“Delty!!!” she squealed, her excited hands barely able to hold the iPhone. “I miss you!!! Mama’s coming home soon, I promise.”

As she made her way around each of the dogs, telling them goodnight and to be good for Harper, her heart jittered when a moody retriever approached.

“Waylon!” she smiled, waving her free hand at him. He didn’t look impressed — seeing his mom through a screen still didn’t mean any cuddles. But his tail perked up when he saw who Miranda was sitting on.

Barking incessantly, the large golden dog almost flew off the ground when he caught sight of Anderson’s face. Seemingly attacking Harper, he jumped up and down, desperate to catch another glimpse of his real favorite.

“Hey, buddy!” Anderson offered, not able to resist the smile that engulfed his face as the pup stuck his tongue out in joy. “You miss us?”

Acting as if he knew what his dad said, Waylon barked some more, leaving slobbers all over the phone screen in a bid to show some affection.

“He misses his best friend.” Miranda joked, leaning her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“We’ll see you tomorrow!” Anderson bid farewell but watched Waylon’s smile fade when he realized they weren’t nearby. “We’ll bring you some more Christmas presents home!”

“I really am gonna go broke when we have human children, aren’t I?” Miranda laughed, rolling her eyes at Harper when she politely laughed along. “You’re worse than me.”

“What? I miss him — them, I mean.”

Widening her eyes, Miranda shot him a knowing look before she hung up, thanking the brunette for all she had done over the past 10 days.

“Back to reality tomorrow.” Anderson smiled once Miranda’s phone was back in her pocket.

“We still have time to spend together. I’ve missed our normalcy. On the farm, playing with the dogs, doing nothing, no parents.”

“No parents?” he chuckled. “You sound like you’re 15.”

“Hush.” she giggled. “You know what I mean…we’ll both be on tour soon, we’ll barely see each other for months. I’m scared: we’ll miss the farm, we’ll miss the dogs, we’ll miss each other…”

“But we have each other.” Anderson comforted, placing his index finger delicately under Miranda’s chin so that she was looking into his baby blues. “You’ll know you’re guaranteed to come back to the farm, to Waylon sleeping, to me. So don’t worry, okay? You’ve got us.”

Taking a deep breath to prevent the tears falling, Miranda nodded her head. She felt more at ease after her boyfriend’s kind words but it still worried her. She had made commitments before — ones sworn in marriage, and even they hadn’t worked out. What was stopping him deciding he no longer wanted her, that their relationship wasn’t worth the effort?

“I love you, okay? Now how about we start getting dressed for your parents’ party? They may actually notice we’re missing.”

“One more thing…” she offered, wrapping her tired arms around Anderson’s neck once again. “One last time for 2017?”

Anderson didn’t reply as he pinned her to her tiny couch, smirking as she crashed her lips into his and her legs found the bottom of his back; ready to end the year in her favorite way.

11:30PM

“There y’all are!” Bev chimed.

As she walked over to her little wooden bench positioned at the very back of her yard, she saw the couple everyone had been looking for. Her daughter’s head was curled into Anderson’s shoulder as she held his hand. In the three hours they had been at the party for, they had evidently had enough and snuck off for some time of their own.

“Are we really that boring?”

“Too many people for too many days.” Miranda sighed. “We want to go home. Home home.”

“And that is not aimed at you, Mrs Lambert.” Anderson added, not wanting to get on his in-laws bad side.

“Well, that’s just a pity…we’re about to bring out the sparklers but if you want to head back to Nashville, Miranda, well I guess then —“

Anderson and Bev laughed simultaneously when Miranda shot up. She was merely a shadow as she shot off to play with her favorite firework. Her boyfriend and mom simply smiled at her child-like enthusiasm.

By the time they reached her, she had one for each hand. She was twirling them around with her gloved hands. But even wrapped in a warm jacket, furry boots and a pink hat on her head, she looked freezing. Her chittering teeth were, however, irrelevant as she swirled the sparklers around to spell out her own name.

“Mike! Get one and play with me!”

Bev and Rick looked at one another, their smiles wide as they watched their daughter’s boyfriend grab two without saying a word. There was no judgment, no mocking. Even if she did act like a child sometimes, it was evidently something Anderson was never going to kill. She could be her without having to change for anyone, or pretend that something wasn’t exciting when her heart was skipping beats.

“Write Texasbama” she squealed. “I’ll do Texas, you do Bama and we’ll meet in the middle!”

Anderson did as instructed, starting at the opposite end to his girlfriend so they could merge in the middle like she hoped. But as Miranda insisted that Nonny take their picture with the finished product, she couldn’t help but laugh at her boyfriend’s illiteracy.

“Texasbomo?”

“I don’t have as much practice as you.” he blushed. Miranda didn’t seem disappointed in him, in fact she was immediately by his side kissing his cheek. “I never had New Year’s as big as this.”

“You never had sparklers?”

“Only if the ones I saw on TV counted.”

“My poor baby.” she sighed desperately. “Make the most of these ones! Mom, grab him another one! Make up for lost time.”

“Oh I will.” Anderson whispered to himself.

Once the actual firework display had begun and it was ten minutes until 2018, Miranda cuddled into Anderson’s side. Looking like a burrito wrapped up in every layer of clothing one could imagine, she still felt the need to unzip his and throw herself into his chest. Anderson didn’t resist, instead pulling her in closer and kissing the nearest bare skin he could find; her forehead.

“Babe, look at that one!!! It’s pink!!!”

“There’s another one!” he offered excitedly. “And a shooting star!”

Acting like five-year-olds under a clear, darkened sky it was obvious the pair were made for each other. They were standing over to the side, away from the rest of the partygoers as they watched the display in awe. Wholly comfortable and in their own world as they both stared in awe at the lights brightening up the darkness. Neither of them were faking interest for the other, neither was wishing they could be somewhere else, and neither wished they could be with anyone else.

“Why do you keep checking the time?” Miranda asked. “Mom and dad always do the countdown so we’ll know.”

Looking at his watch, Anderson looked on as it hit 11:57. In order to get it just right, he had to start now. Miranda gazed at him in confusion as he grabbed another sparkler but it immediately went out thanks to a gust of wind.

“Try again, babe!”

With his hands shaking, despite there being no doubt in his mind about what he was going to do, Anderson grabbed another. His stomach eased when this one didn’t immediately spark out. And so he carefully treaded over to his girlfriend, keeping his miniature silver light firmly at his side.

“Miranda, darlin’, you may be the only firework I’ll ever need: my very own spitfire set me alight two years ago and made my life oh so tremendously, wonderfully difficult, and exhilarating at the same time.”

Listening intently to every syllable escaping her boyfriend’s lips, Miranda kept her gaze on him as he lifted the silver stick in his hand and drew an ‘M’

“You’re spelling my name out in lights?”

“Just shut up and listen, woman!”

As he outlined what he wanted to communicate via fire, he continued.

“So, I feel like it’s time to do what I’ve wanted to do since the day we met. The commitment you want, the guarantee of coming home to someone — always, someone accepting you — all of you, it’s right here.”

Miranda looked at him, having no idea where he was going with this. She didn’t take her eyes off him as he quickly wrote out the rest of his message in cursive. And after finally dotting the question mark, Anderson looked straight into her tearful blue eyes.

“So, what do you say, baby?”

With her eyes already leaking, Miranda just looked at him. For the first time in a long time she didn’t have anything to say. She knew what she was supposed to, like all other girls do. But she wasn’t most girls.

“You want to morry me?” she choked.

Anderson immediately froze. Had his inability to write in sparkler form fucked up his chance at a future? Had he asked too soon: maybe she wasn’t ready for a husband again, to be a wife?

He too didn’t know what to say and so they stood opposite each other, in silence. Wiping her make-up-free eye with her glove, Miranda wandered over to the sparkler stand her mom had set up and retrieved another one.

Taking a deep breath and tucking the strand of blonde hair sticking to her face behind her ear, she began to write with her own.

‘Y E S’

Immediately blowing it out and stamping on it, Miranda bolted into Anderson’s arms. Her feet didn’t hit the floor as he swept her up; holding her body weight on him as he spun her around. When he was about to put her safely back on the patio, Miranda threw her legs around his waist, refusing to be put down. The pair still hadn’t spoken a word as they shared another kiss, crying with each other at the dream that had finally become a reality. They knew they would get there someday and it had been worth every moment of the pain, fear and love.

As Miranda sniffled, cuddling herself into his side when she finally reached earth again, Anderson took a small pink box out of his pocket. He opened it up, hearing Miranda’s breath hitch when she looked at the ring. It was everything she hoped it would be. Understated, platted in silver and sparkling with love.

Anderson wiped one final tear away from Miranda’s eye before taking her left hand in his. As he peeled her glove off and happily watched it fall, the sparkling diamond slipped securely on her fourth finger fit perfectly.

“Love you.” she blurted out, her mouth dry.

“I love you too, and us.”

But just as Miranda was about to reply, they heard that infamous countdown.

3...2...1...

Locking lips, Anderson didn’t want to pull away. Miranda’s cold hands were tucked behind his ears; his own firmly on her hips. She was wriggling in excitement but that only made his own thrill all the more special. For their third New Year’s together: this had topped them all.

When they eventually pulled away from one another, Anderson’s face now painted in Miranda’s lip balm, smiles engulfed their faces. His hands still remained on her legging-clad hips. He could feel the icy sting coming off of her but neither of them felt the cold.

“Happy New Year, Ran.”

“Happiest New Year, Mike.”

#thanks for the idea anon #hope i did it justice

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