Sherlock's years are limited, crippled with a terminal disease one might think he was afraid of death. Yet when a job opportunity promises him a glimpse of the outside world, he finds that the other side is not as fearful as it ought to be. In fact, death proves to be beautiful. Johnlock Viclock Teenlock

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

Sherlock and John are teetering on the precipice of announcing their love for one another. Everything is as it should be. But, every fairytale needs a good old fashioned villain, right? *TRIGGER WARNING*

Forged between unemployment and his girlfriend paying for the bills, John can't go back to the life he had seven years ago. He can't go back to summer nights and moonlit rooms and the broken-down echoes of hopes and dreams and wishes. He can't go back to Sherlock. Then John goes to his high school reunion. And sees him. And then it comes back full circle. [Warning: contains strong language, smoking, alcoholism, and ideologically sensitive material] =△▽△▽△= This has a prequel called Cabinmates, a fan fiction about John and Sherlock meeting for the first time on a school trip to a summer camp. You can find this story on my profile if not in "the discover" since it is rated Mature.

a collection of johnlock oneshots/song fics {beautiful cover by the beautiful @queen_mycroft}

We took eight exes and sat them in a room with a camera, a list of questions and a bottle of what we call our "Demon Drink Mix". Shots strong enough to knock the devil off his throne. The game is simple. Truth or Drink. Each pair of exes will be asked a series of questions no one would want to answer. A dare or two will be thrown in just for the fun or it. Either they answer honestly, or they take a shot. It's up to them whether or not they want to risk getting a hangover from hell.

•don't leave me tongue tied• bryler/joshler fem!Tyler -lowercase intended (recent chapters) -discontinued (for now) -this was my first book so it's hella cringy and not good at all :)

Peter Wentz III is different. He is in a group of only a thousand people on the entire planet that have special powers. He is shipped off to Ace's Academy for the Talented and Gifted - a school seemingly normal to outsiders but completely different for those that attend. They will have no contact with anyone in the outside world until they graduate. There he meets many people who respect him for his ability to control Water and one person that despises him for the same reason - Andy Hurley, the only boy able to control Earth. He quickly finds out that Andy is only trying to protect his friend, Patrick, who has been through many past abuses. He will have to get Andy to to trust him to be able to complete his ability class, which means he graduates and gets to go back home to his family. Throw in a crazy teacher, a recovering addict for a principal, and the possible chance of love, and we have the perfect recipe for disaster. And awkwardness. But mostly disaster. #18 in trohley - 10 aug 2018 #15 in trohley - 13 aug 2018 #08 in trohley - 28 jan 2019

Pete Wentz loves fucking. And that's about the only thing he's ever loved in his life. Growing up in different foster homes made it difficult for him to form emotional attachments. Never having a foster parent or friend stick around long enough for him to feel anything besides betrayal when they finally left him. Up until the age of sixteen Pete convinced himself that he would never be able to connect with another human being. That was until he lost his virginity. Since that glorious summer almost ten years ago, Pete refused to go more than two days without being eight inches deep in someone. Age didn't matter. Looks didn't matter. Gender didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was finally able to feel something positive. Something that finally made him feel human. The only important thing in his life besides money and success. That was until he met Patrick Stump. The twenty two year old business prodigy. Or more importantly, the twenty two year old virgin. But it was more than just his untouched ass that caught Pete's attention. It was something warmer. Something deeper. Something he'd never felt in his twenty six years of living. And it was most definitely something he was going to try his hardest to avoid while he tried his hardest to fuck him. (VERY MATURE, GRAPHIC CONTENT. SO PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT MATURE ENOUGH.)

"i love you." the brunette just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and shook his head. "no you don't." josh furrowed his brow, standing closer to the feminine boy, going to object. that was thrown out the window when he felt a small hand strike his cheek. tyler pulled away, tears brimming his eyes. "you're just a sucker." joshler highschool au fem!tyler fuckboy!josh