Rating: PG-13 (Hold the fuck up. On a Saturday?)
Genre: Humor/Gen *gasp* ain’t that interesting?
Word count: 1,286
Summary: Fill for the kink meme prompt:
Sherlock in a sex shop.
Why read it: Because it’s freaking hilarious.
Sherlock, if he ever even knew to begin with, has obviously deleted everything he’s learned about the more… nontraditional aspects of sex. That’s OK though. What’s the point of investigating something you already know?
Give this a shot people, I promise you’ll at least crack a smile. And you can’t leave John to suffer through this by himself, he’s getting a bit desperate.
Word count: 6,087
John keeps his hands in his pockets, except at streetcorners, where he still sometimes tries to get Harry to hang onto his sleeve as they cross. It’s embarrassing. She walks ahead of him a little bit, to discourage that kind of thing.
Why read it: Eleven-year-old Harry Watson is a BAMF. She will kick your ankles until she gets whatever it is she wants, and let me tell you, that shit hurts. She can also tell you all about just how fucking awesome bunnies are. And let’s face it, they’re the most bad ass mothers out there.
^ Case in fucking point.
And she snoops well enough to make any Holmes proud. All while wearing her favorite fuzzy yellow jumper that makes her feel like she’s wearing the goddamn sun.
I guess jumper-love runs in the family
Notes: This story is actually the sequel of another great story, The Dangerous Book for Boys. The sequel can be read alone, but I would definitely recommend reading both.
Word count: 2,949
Summary: Mummy thinks that John Watson is so good for Sherlock that she must endeavor to make sure he stays with her son. If that means she has to force-adopt the man, then so be it. Mycroft is smug. Sherlock is horrified. John is devious.
Why read it: This fic is currently my favorite things in the universe. It is one of those infinitely quotable, hilarious fics that will have you awkwardly muffling giggles so as not to attract the attention of those around you.
In essence, grumpy John + mortified Sherlock + the terrifying power of Mummy Holmes =
Word count: 16,556
Summary: John is given a chance to take the fight to Moriarty. You know what they say about whoever fights monsters…
Why read it: THE TWISTS! THE TWISTS! OH SHIT, SON, THE TWISTS!
I consider myself pretty well versed in the art of ‘figuring out what the fuck is going on’, and usually I got shit down no matter how masterful an author is at the opposing art of ‘not letting the readers figure out what the fuck is going on’.
But damn, there were some serious plot twists in this that I just wasn’t expecting. Add that on top of a wonderfully written John-centric vendetta fic, and I was hooked.
Notes: This was recced for the request of “can we get some more BAMF!Mycroft or BAMF!John?”
BAMF!John. Fuck yeah.
AU Meme: John and Martha are friends who meet together every so often to talk about their respective patients, battles, and guy troubles.
Friday: Fanart and a Fic
Artist: Westwood, friend of Jumper and Scarf and a true bro
Word count: 4,732
Summary: Two doctors meet in a pub and find out they have quite a bit in common.
Why read it: Well, John and Martha spend time
bitching gossiping in a pub about their respective crushes/maddening-people-they-follow-around-for-some-reason. The subject of penis size might have possibly come up. You know, in a very tasteful way.