Safe and Sound (Steve x Reader) One-shotSafe and Sound (Steve x Reader) One-shot10 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were laying on the couch in your living room watching a movie. Your head lay in Steve’s lap and while he was intensively watching the movie, you were throwing popcorn in the air and catching it with your mouth.
You had met each other during the attack on New York. You owned a little pastry shop in the middle of New York and it was the busiest time a day when a grenade went off just outside your shop. You were slammed into the counter hard and had broken several ribs. But even that couldn’t stop you from bringing everyone in your shop to safety before collapsing on the floor.
When aliens stepped into the remains of your shop you didn’t have the strength to stand on your feet. You had accepted you would die right there and then, but with a smile on your face thinking you had saved all those people from the same fate. You had closed your eyes and waited for them to take the shot. After several seconds and hearing some stumbling you dared open your eyes again. All the
Existential Crisis - Sherlock x ReaderExistential Crisis - Sherlock x Reader9 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
The woman lay face down on the couch in her apartment. She whined to herself with a pillow pressed against her face. Her laptop lay open on the floor. A single word document was opened up on the screen. The single line flashed at her, taunting her, as she lay on the couch.
Chapter one had already been done for almost a month now. She had wrote a small paragraph for the beginning of the second chapter but that is as far as she had gotten. Every other idea that she spewed onto the page just sounded horrible. Nothing sounded right. Nothing was perfect for her. And now, after being left alone for the entire day and being trapped with her thoughts, she felt a heavy pressure squeeze her chest tightly.
John and Sherlock had left the apartment for a case but, with a slam of the front door, it was safe to say that they were home again. Or, from the lack of voices, Sherlock was the one returning home. When he was met with the scene at hand he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the woman.