Thinking of You Part 2Thinking of You Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it was. That look of being defeated. Suddenly Steve felt a new confidence he'd never felt hardly before in his life, glancing to the door it was closed, he had only one chance with both of them here alone. Taking a step to Tony they were already in a close proximity, he leaned down, and could already see the other starting to tense up. He was taking a pretty big risk here because if Tony didn't feel the same way.. Tony may never speak to Steve again. But he was willing to take that chance, "Tony, theres...something I need to tell you." His voice was shaking a bit as he looked down at the man. Tony just stared, only nodding slightly, maybe that was a good sign? "...W-Well.. You see over time I've come to find myself growing more and more close to you. Since Bucky had already enlisted- but you know that. I told you that. I've shared...so much with you I never though I would with anyone. Even Bucky. But I did...you had gotten me to feel..so comfortable in my old body...and en
Merry Christmas, Watson!"Merry Christmas, Watson!", greeted Sherlock Holmes with a big smile and handed his flat mate an old cardboard box with a big red bow of ribbon untidily tied around it.Merry Christmas, Watson!2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Holmes, it's just the third Sunday in Advent", said Dr. Watson, raising an eyebrow and putting down the paper he had been reading. He gave his friend a skeptical look as he took the box. "And why are there holes in it?"
"Just open it already!"
Watson sighed as he carefully opened the box and looked into the big brown eyes of a rather wrinkly looking puppy, which was just about the size of a guinea-pig.
"It's...a dog", said John rather surprised and stared at the small creature, and then looked at Holmes with a mix of despair and bewilderment in his eyes.
"Very well observed, Watson. I see you're making quick process with your skills of deduction", said Holmes in a sarcastic tone and lit his pipe. "It's a bulldog, to be more precise. You're welcome."
"Holmes, I can't keep a dog!"
"Fine, then I'll just put him back out o
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
The Final Case: Part TwoSherlock let the door snap shut behind him as he jogged down the stairs and out into the wind that nipped playfully at his skin and coat. Jerking his coat up to block the wind a little bit more, he started swiftly down the sidewalk, heading in the opposite direction of the store. He would worry about the shopping he promised John later, for right now, he was only interested in walking and, possibly, a drink at the corner bar.The Final Case: Part Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mind was racing as he pieced together the puzzle John seemed to be subconsciously leaving for him. It was difficult, to give the doctor props, and very well thought out. He kept leaving small hints here and there, slipping them into everyday conversations and actions. He knew John thought he wasn't picking them up, but of course, he was. Problem was, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to come up with an answer. He didn't know what he was supposed to figure out; cases were easy, he knew the basic outcome. There was always the victim, and there was always the cu
Johnlock - Merry Christmas, SherlockIt was Christmas eve and all John wanted to do was lounge around on the couch all day. It was a very rare day, seeing as Sherlock wasn't dragging him off to some murder case, or he wasn't at work. All was perfect, his room mate was doing some experiment, the telly was switched on right in front of him. He didn't know how it could get any better than this.Johnlock - Merry Christmas, Sherlock2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked up at the roof absent-mindedly to find something that he hoped he wouldn't see.
He pulled out his phone and texted Sherlock.
I told you not to hang mistletoe -JW
Why not? It's a fascinating holiday tradition. -SH
Plus I wanted the excuse. -SH
I though tradition bored you JW
Other times it can be useful. -SH
Yes, useful. -SH
In what way? You do realise what the mistletoe tradition actually is, right? JW
Yes, you've got to kiss someone caught under it with you. -SH
Well, uh yes but... Wait... Do you have a girlfriend Sherlock? JW
No, haven't I told already that's not my area? -SH
Well, yeah but the m
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 3Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Three: Perfect Sherlock being perfect, John thought,
Mycroft sat in his office bored looking out over London out his window. Such a tedious job watching over his brother all the time but what else was he to do, Sherlock need to be looked after. Constantly putting him-self in danger and gallivanting around like he was bullet proof.
Mycroft sighed picking his mobile off his desk but there was nothing new just yet to distract him for a few hours so he found himself looking through his contacts. He found Greg's name popping out to him and he found himself grinning as he started to text.
How are you this evening? MH
Mycroft waited for a reply that took nearly ten minutes to come to him.
Mycroft, do you have any idea what time it is? GL
Mycroft grinned shifting to cross his legs.
I am very aware of the hour, how are you? MH
His reply came three minutes later; Lestrade was shifting around since Mycroft had woken him. Mycroft found him thinking of a half-na
Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)John looked up from his notebook and looked across the playground. A small, somber boy, probably around the age of six, was looking steadily back at him. John eyed him curiously from the other side of the playground, across the sea of children yelling and playing. The other boy seemed to be trying to read his mind from across the playground. John shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the younger boy's gaze. He turned back to his notebook, and realized that he had been sketching without noticing. Blushing slightly, he realized his hand had drawn a truly excellent sketch of the younger boy across the playground. He glanced up at the other boy who was smirking as if he knew exactly what John had been doing. John's eyes flickered down to his notebook and then back up, but when his glance returned to the opposite side of the playground, the boy was gone. John had no idea who he was or why he had been watching John. He shook his head once again and returned to his notebook.Hearts (prelude/Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 2 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 2 Of 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Two: John can take care of me.
I woke early with Sherlock holding on to me, his hand on my chest and his leg pinning mine down. I grinned feeling his soft hair on my neck; I took a moment to touch it with my fingers. I then slip myself from him slowly so not to wake him right away right now I wanted to get things ready before he woke. I walk downstairs to the kitchen where I set the kettle on for tea then search the cabinets for sugar, I find just enough for this morning. I would need to go out for shopping later when Sherlock was as comfortable as he could be with a sore throat.
The kettle boils and I take it away from the fire to poor into the tea pot. I wondered when the line between caretaker and friends blurred. I didn't mind doing things for Sherlock, most of the time I am just happy to do constructive things since Sherlock was far from boring. It made me feel better most times to make tea for Sherlock or make sure his health was good, make sure
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 1 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 1 Of 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter One: Sleeping next to you.
"John?" A rough voice called my name from my door, half asleep I roll over to see Sherlock watching me. His thin frame covered by a white sheet.
"What is it Sherlock?" I asked fighting the urge to close my eyes and fall back into a deep sleep.
"I wanted to ask you," He swallows a bit wincing at the pain he must have felt in his throat; I could tell he was sick. He looked paler than normal, his hair a mess and his face a bit flushed at the cheeks.
"If it would be alright if I stayed in your bed to night." I wasn't expecting that. Maybe for him to ask me for tea or to check to see what he had since I was a doctor, anything but him asking to come in bed with me. I would have said no any other night but him standing there by my door made him look like a child wanting to crawl into bed with his parents for comfort.
"Alright," I said shifting around in my bed to come loose from the sheets that I managed to twist around my body in s
All the Stuffed Animals at the FairAll the Stuffed Animals at the Fair2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: The second Phil laid eyes on the green teddy bear perched atop of his desk he knew Barton was up to something. He just wasn't sure what.
All the Stuffed Animals at the Fair
It was dark outside and a cold wind and slow drizzle set the stage as they waited for their target to arrive. Everyone was alert, finger-on-the-trigger and ready to obey the first order given to them. Until then, lines were ordered into radio-silence.
"So, what's your favorite color, Sir?"
Phil Coulson resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew radio-silence meant nothing to Clint Barton unless the situation deemed it absolutely necessary. Absolutely necessary in Clint's opinion, that is, and since that always differed from his own, this was not a new situation of any kind. "Radio-silence, Agent Barton."
Clint's huff was loud and clear over the comm. "That's not exactly a color, Sir."
"The target is nearing from the south-east at rapid speed, Sir." Someone suddenly warned, voice a whisper ove
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1
Part One: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
My best friend Sherlock Holmes is dead.
This building never looked so tall before, honestly Bart's was never the tallest of all buildings but when I look up now it hurts my neck. Its blinding and I could see Sherlock standing up there, his black coat sweeping around his legs as he stared down at me. I cannot hear what he's saying; there is nothing but a droning sound coming from my phone.
I think he's cry, but I'm not sure if I know he's crying or my brain is making this up.
My brain must be making this up, I must be dreaming, because now I am running. I am running through the empty darkened halls of Bart's looking for Sherlock. I was searching for the door to lead me up to the roof, my mobile pressed to my ear and I think I'm shouting or Sherlock is shouting at me but I cannot understand the words.
Opening doors that lead to nowhere, these doors are all dead ends hundreds of doors, if don't hurry She
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 3 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 3 Of 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Three: Anything for you.
Sherlock had not tried to leave the house in two days which I do give him credit for since he was not a person easily contained. Though he has started to wear holes into the floors from is pacing, it was obviously getting to him being inside, and he even got dressed this morning in his usual attire.
But his body was still fighting with him so it didn't take long for him to have to sit down then curl up in my lap as I watched telly. His head was resting in my lap my hand on his thin shoulder if we were anyone else. Any other two people in the world we would look romantic. I look down at his head trying not to think, wanting to run my fingers through his damp hair but instead I pulled the covers over him he was still fighting his fever and his throat seemed to be at a standstill.
I knew I needed to take him out soon; he needed to get some fresh air. I knew this but I felt uncertain, I think I was a bit scared he was catch somethi
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 4 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 4 Of 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Four: Best Intentions.
Sherlock has been attached to his computer screen for the past two days; he has gotten better fever gone down and his throat better but still hurt him. I should have suspected one of two things, one I couldn't hold Sherlock back too long and the second that he was up to no good, no good at all. I should have suspected when he stopped pacing the floors or complaining, that something was off and when he started to mess around on his laptop for hours or check his phone every half hour. For some reason I ignored this and put it off as him trying to cope in indoor life while he got better, maybe Sherlock was right to be frustrated that people just don't think.
No I didn't question until I woke one morning tied to a chair facing Sherlock who was also tied to a bloody chair facing me. His head dipped swaying side to side; at least he wasn't dead, yet not until I got through with him. If we lived that long anyway, I looked around with ha
A Little Christmas Paradise at 221bJohn awoke with a start, eyes wide open, breath coming out in ragged gasps. His fingers shakily found the still-warm impression of a head on the pillow next to his, reassuring him that the nightmare of Sherlock dying was simply that – a nightmare. He allowed himself to linger in bed for a while longer, feeling the memories of the past few months lazily chase around in front of his eyes – that moment when three years later, he'd seen Sherlock sitting in his armchair one evening after John had limped back from work in the pouring rain; the easy way in which they had fallen together; the way their lives seemed so uncomplicated now, their own personal battles and demons fought and won.A Little Christmas Paradise at 221b2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A loud "John, JOHN! Get yourself downstairs, will you?" jolted him from his reminiscing, and John obediently scrambled for his robe and slippers, and yawning made his way to Sherlock. The air was dense with the acrid smell of burnt bacon and toast making his throat clench and eyes water, and – hey –Sherlock
1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -1: Mistletoe: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 2Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 2
Part Two: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
John stares down at the folder in his hands, it wasn't bulky but it kept John attention. His palms were sweaty when he opened it up. There wasn't much in there just a small stack of surveillance pictures. John takes them from the folder and looks them over.
The first few are of a blur image going in and out of a flat, the ones after that were closer to the blurry man. His black hair was cropped short and it was pushed back, he wore glasses and a tan overcoat, but the face was too blurry to actually make out features.
The last photo made John heart drop, it was a close up of the man.
A close up of Sherlock.
His hair cut and pushed back away from his face, he wore a pair of thin framed black glasses and a long tan overcoat over a white button up. It couldn't possibly be Sherlock, it couldn't be, Sherlock's dead. This man though looked so much like him, those cheek bones, those lips, no one could have thos
12: Cider: JohnLock- "I want cider."12: Cider: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No. You were drunk a few days ago and I don´t want you to be drunk again."
- "I want to drink it!"
"NO means NO!"
- "Give it to me!"
"I do NOT want to see you drunk again."
- "You were also drunk 2 days ago, remember?"
- "Give it. Give me the cider back!"
- "So you want to drink it on your own?!"
"Wha- no! None of us will drink today!"
- "You prefer a different "entertainment"?"
"..." Sherlock blushed a bit.
"Yes" was his whispered answer. John grinned and pulled Sherlock on the couch, kissing him.
- "Good boy ~ "
".... you´re already drunk, right...?"
- "Love you too."
11: Eggnog: JohnLockJohn bought eggnog to celebrate... well, just for fun. Because he wanted to.11: Eggnog: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He also wanted Sherlock to test it - he never drank eggnog before!
"Why do I have to?"
"Because it tastes good. I know you´ll like it."
"... but... alcohol destroys brain cells - "
"- if you drink too much, yes. Just ONE cup, Sherlock, come on."
Sherlock tried the eggnog. But he wasn´t used to alcohol - he never drank any.
Result: drunken Sherlock after a single cup.
He was currently sitting on John´s lap, kissing his neck.
"Sherlock... stop that. You´re drunk. I don´t want to do this when you´re like this..." John said although he had a blushed face.
"Hmmm... come on, Jawn. I wan to di iit... please..."
He bit John lightly and removed after this, grinning like a little devil.
"Jawn~ ... I know you want it, too... your pupils are dilated..."
Sherlock couldn´t finish the sentence. John carried him into their bedroom and closed the door.
13: Peppermint: JohnLockJohn loves peppermint, especially when it´s tea. But Sherlock did NOT like it.13: Peppermint: JohnLock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Put your tea away" Sherlock growled. "Why should I? I still want to drink it and it´s sooo delicious...!"
"I don´t like the smell, it´s peppermint!"
- "Well I also don´t like body parts in our fridge but I don´t complain. I also don´t say a word when you play the violin at 4 am."
Sherlock couldn´t win against John. He knew he was right, but still...
"John, put the tea away.... please."
This was the word he never had used before.
John looked at him surprised.
"So you... beg me to put it away...?"
Sherlock nodded. John drank the tea right after that, stood up and went to him.
"Thank you, honey." He leaned against Sherlock, hugging him.
A bit puzzled but happy, Sherlock also hugged him.
- Well... I think I´m going to use this word more often... - he thought.
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 2Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious?
Chapter Two: "Sherlock is in love with you,"
"What do you want now?" John said with annoyance seeping from his words as Mycroft sat with his legs crossed and his tight lipped smile on his face.
"Just checking in of course," John clenched and unclenched my hands standing in Mycroft's office feeling a bit numb. John doesn't respond to him, just stares him down hoping he would get the point.
"Does my brother know about your little, midnight snogging?" John furrows his brow at Mycroft licking at his bottom lip, "I take that as a yes, poor baby brother," Mycroft shakes his head.
"What do you mean by that?" John asks him and Mycroft presses his lips together amused, looking down at his lap then back up to John.
"Sherlock is not good with expressing himself, but I thought you would have figured it out by now," John presses his eyes closed suppressing the urge to punch something, He hated when Mycroft was cryptic.
"Can you just get to the point?" John then says ste
Rock A Bye Time LordRock A Bye Time Lord2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rock a bye Time Lord
Make this war stop
When whistles blow
River's cradle will rock
When the Flesh breaks
Silence will fall
And down will come Doctor
TARDIS and all
Rock a bye Time Lord
Once this all ends
To all of your friends
1 will fade
And 2 will die
But remember not to
Blink your eyes...
Sock It To HimSanta Claus delivers everywhere, and the Doctor finds a stocking on his door...Sock It To Him2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis, there was a sock pinned to the door.
He reared back in surprise and brushed his quiff out of his eyes. Yes, it was still there. He looked around. The Tardis was sitting on a grassy hillside, it was a quiet, dewy morning, the sky just lightening with peach and birdsong.
His Companion had requested a setting where she could take a morning stroll without having to worry about monsters or weird alien plants. Someplace pretty, but boring.
He'd landed them in the Lake District in the 18th Century. As usual, his Companion had overslept. She wasn't really good at mornings. For whatever that was worth in the Tardis.
He stared at the sock on his door.
It was a Christmas stocking. Traditional white ruff and red foot shape. As long as his arm. He looked around the hillside, there was no one around that he could see.
He reached up and pulled the stocking free. It had been sec
Sherlock: Youve gotten into my BloodstreamSherlock: Youve gotten into my Bloodstream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: You've gotten into my Bloodstream
"I think I might have inhaled you,
I could feel you behind my eyes,
You've gotten into my bloodstream,
I can feel you flowing in me,
The spaces in-between two minds,
And all of the places they have been,
The spaces in-between,"
Bloodstream - Stateless
Sherlock: "A jump start of the heart,"
A, symphony all of your own, moving with quiet grace, a structured, practiced flow of music in the form of skin and bone. Every dip, lining up with a perfectly high pitch of tone, anyways something unexpected in-between, something unseen that leaves you on the edge of your seat as if the only thing that matters is to understand the music. To figure out what makes it tick, what makes it fall flat or speed to a conclusion, what make it linger on a tone?
A Pandora's Box I thought I would never open.
A musical instrument I've learned and inspected closely, as perfectly balanced like strings on a violin. Every touch creates