Sherlock: Youve gotten into my BloodstreamSherlock: Youve gotten into my Bloodstream3 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
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, Sherlock3 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: Sick and tired. 2 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 2 Of 63 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
Sherlock: Sick and tired. 3 Of 6Sherlock: Sick and tired. 3 Of 63 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
Perfect Assistant (a johnlock fiction)Hello,I know this is different to what I normally post,but over recently become highly interested in Sherlock the TV series. Thus,I have decided to start writing JohnLock sort of fan fictions. Expect better language from me for a while.Perfect Assistant (a johnlock fiction)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Slash pairing is JohnLock
Warnings include language and other things in the future (do not get your hopes up,I cannot write adult content)
I do not own the TV series or any of the characters in the show,even though this may sound a lot like the programme (as I have based each meeting they have on real situations and have used some of the same speech.)
Thank you for reading this part.
Love. A simple sickness of the mind which can evolve into pointless despair and depression over a certain object or person. It seems I have succumbed to this...'love'. You may think me mad,you may question my sanity as I tell you the story of how I fell in love. But you may not doubt the facts that I present to you.
It all started about a month ago,and as I recall I was inv
Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 2Sherlock: Is It Not Obvious? Part 23 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
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 2 Of 2Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 2 Of 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter Two: The Understanding.
When I woke up everything from last night felt like a dream but when I tried to move Sherlock was there pressed against my side. His long limbs draped over mine, still asleep. I shifted my head to look at him, to really look at his beautiful face. He looked younger when he slept and he already looked like a very sexy sculpted baby when he was awake and about. I grin knowing how creepy that last thought was but it's not like anyone will hear me anyway.
I don't move an inch; I just lay there under Sherlock listening to his soft breathing. I could feel his heart beating against my skin, a pulsating point of energy with one objective, stay alive. It was strange to think that without that one organ moving constantly Sherlock wouldn't be here with me. I had no idea what to expect when he did wake up and I didn't want to lose this, this right now where nothing mattered but him laying here with me. This where there were no murders, n
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend 1 ofSherlock: Searching out a Friend 1 of3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: Searching out a Friend.
Chapter One: Brilliant and annoying
"You have another patient outside waiting," Sarah say's popping her head into my office and smiling at me, I smile back to her.
"Thank you send him in," I say and she gives me a look, "I wouldn't thank me just yet," She giggles before leaving.
Two men walk into my room; the first one was tall with brown/black curls wearing a black long coat under an orange blanket. The second man was tall with salt and pepper hair wearing a grey suit; I think I saw him on the telly before.
"What seems to be the problem?" I ask them and the tall one with the curly hair sits on the examination table as the second holds out his hand to me.
"Apparently I'm in shock," The one sitting down mumbles with annoyance in his voice.
"I am inspector detective Lestrade; he is Sherlock Holmes and I need to make sure he does not have a concoction." I shake Lestrade's hand listening to him talk, glancing at the other man who was swinging his feet abou
Dreams Are Made to Come TrueThere was a little girl with brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She had a wide grin on her face as she ran away. He could not keep back his laughter as he ran to her, picked her up and spun her around.Dreams Are Made to Come True3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were in the garden. A garden with a proper house with doors and carpets and everything. There were trees, hedges and a well-kept lawn. To an outsider, this family looked perfectly ordinary. They could not possibly know just how extraordinary they were.
He put down his daughter, when Rose's laughter reached his ears. He turned around, his smile growing impossibly wide as he saw the little boy in her arms.
All those years, this was the life he had been longing for: Spending the remaining days of his life with Rose and their children. Vows of eternal love, he had kept to himself, were now expressed at an impressive rate.
He had a family now, something he had thought he would never have again. He had a home, and although it was not quite as impressive as the TARDIS, it was worth it, b
The Adventure of the Missing ReindeerJohn looked at Sherlock who was meticulously shifting through all the straw on the floor of the stall. Once straw and floor was examined to the detective's satisfaction, he whipped out his magnifier and studied the trough with the same attention to details, dipping a finger into the bottom then held it up to his nose to sniff it.The Adventure of the Missing Reindeer3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A head pocked over John's shoulder and observed Sherlock's antics. A furry, antlered head. A reindeer's head.
“What's he doing?” the reindeer asked.
The talking reindeer. Santa's talking reindeer.
John felt hysterical giggles press their way up through his larynx, but he managed to swallow them, if he started he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all. From the red clad, white bearded, overweight man who had arrived in their sitting room via the chimney – that alone had been enough to spark at least mild interest from Sherlock – over said man's (John refused to believe that it was really Sant
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 1 Of 2Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 1 Of 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter One: Bored Again
Sherlock screamed at the top of his lungs, I barely looked up at him from my laptop screen. I was still angry with him from yesterday when he decide to call me at three in the morning and tell me he was kidnaped and dying, causing me to wake up frantic to get to him and realize he just wanted to use my phone. He honest to god just wanted to use my phone to send a text and me that he knew I would have ever had come if he just asked to us my phone.
"John, I'm bored," He says and I continue to type at the keys, "What are you doing?" Sherlock raises his voice walking over to me.
"Blogging Sherlock, I'm a blogger that is what I do." Sherlock peers over my shoulder, "No, the car was green John." Sherlock reaches over slapping my hands away so he could backspace the switch my words with his.
"Right, then why don't you just write the bloody thing?" I say and look over my shoulder at him, we were close really close anymore and I wou
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 1Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 13 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
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: JohnLock3 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
To Capture a Glimpse“Come here, you, come and look at these.” Jackie sat down beside the Doctor, crossing her legs underneath her as she opened the photo album on her lap, moving it across to balance between them. “Isn’t she beautiful?”To Capture a Glimpse3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked at the first photo; Rose, just a few hours old, wrapped tightly in her mother’s arms as her head rested on her chest. “Yeah.” He turned his head as Rose perched on the arm of the sofa beside him.
She leant towards him and peered over his shoulder. “Oh, Mum!”
She chuckled. “Shh, you’re adorable and it’s not like there’s any inappropriate ones. Neither of us was ever like that and I assure you you’re just beautiful in every single one.”
The Doctor smiled and lightly put his arm round Rose. “Go on, let me see them.” He pointed at the first picture of her. “Look, you’re beautiful.”
She softly laughed, curling into him and looking over his shou
Let's Play || Doctor Who FanfictionSomewhere in the middle of Britain, the sound of flats and sneakers slapping down on pavement echo across the walls of a small Catholic school. Students file out of doors in random, chaotic order, their voices screaming like a hundred pealing bells. The younger students stay put on the pavement, bouncing energetically back and forth, across the walls, into someone else's face. Older students drag their iPods, MP3's and friends into secluded places outside of the paved area, where a small chain of pine trees line the pavement; a nice, green haven surrounded by ugly, grey chain fences. A small redhead girl was sitting beneath one of the trees right now, buried in a massively boring dictionary as big as her own torso.Let's Play || Doctor Who Fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Surly… supper… tablet… tapestry…" She mumbled in a Scottish accent. Her grey eyes furrowed into a cute kind of concentration as the little girl flipped one yellowed page after another, hoping to find the word she needed. After all, if she was going to look for it she figure
4: Candy Canes: JohnLock"Sherlock, did you see the candy canes?" John asked aloud from the living room. "... no, I didn´t. You sure you bought some?" - "Yes, I AM sure."4: Candy Canes: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John searched everywhere to find them. In the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, also in the fridge (and hoped Sherlock did NOT misuse them for an experiment) - but they were gone.
"Come on John, it´s ok. We can survive without them." - "But I like them." John pouted. Sherlock kissed him. "You can have my kisses instead." - "Well... this is a good offer. I think I´ll forget about the canes ~ "
John tousled through his dark curles and smiled. "I´ll go and buy a present for Ms Hudson now. See you later!"
After he left, Sherlock hung the candy canes he hid on the christmas tree with a sign on one which said "Surprise, my beloved. XXX, Sherly."
7: Pie: JohnLock"I´ll make a pie for Ms. Hudson, so please do NOT disturb me" Sherlock told John.7: Pie: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You... make a pie? YOU?!" John asked bewildered. "Wow, very interesting!" He chuckled.
"Don´t laugh. It´s my first time doing this... so please shut up."
Sherlock pouted. John pet his dark hair and smiled. "Can I help you?" - "No, I want to do it on my own." - "... just use the ingredients listed in the recipe, Sherlock. I´m serious. Don´t blow up the flat." - "I´m not an idiot."
John didn´t answer, he just smirked and went back to the living room.
One hour passed. Two hours passed.
A small "Boom!" was heard from the kitchen which caused John to look at the door. He was alarmed, stood up and ran directly to the kitchen.
Sherlock opened the door at the same time. He had dough in his face and on his hands, looking sheepish at his husband.
"Can you help me, John...?" he asked with a small voice. John smiled lovely, licking a bit dough off his cheek.
"Of course, swee
The Final Case: Part Three"Oh, Sherlock," John sighed as he approached his friend, who was downing another drink while giggling at the bar tender, who was smirking slightly and leaning on the counter. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and caught his attention. "You okay?"The Final Case: Part Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine, Jothn," Sherlock slurred, smiling up at his friend and turning completely in his seat to face him. "Neva' felt betta."
John sighed heavily but couldn't help but smile down at his beaming friend. "How much did you drink?" John asked, chuckling and brushing a strand of hair out of Sherlock's eyes as he attempted to blow it from his forehead.
"He only had about twenty glass," Steven sighed. "I'm sorry, I was going to stop him, but he did that… that mind trick shit on me and… well, I suspect you know how that goes, being his partner and all."
"Oh, no, no, no, I'm not- I mean, I just his friend," John corrected, waving his hands and laughing nervously. "He's not my partner."
"Oh, my apologizes. I've just heard so much about you that
Secret SantaThe Doctor and River take Amy and Rory to a world where Secret Santa has been raised to a whole new level.Secret Santa3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Where are the sleigh bells?" Amy asked, rummaging through the boxes and bags scattered all over the Tardis floor.
Rory turned around, covered in Christmas tree lights, he had a neat loop of them around his neck and around both shoulders, like a bright bandolier. He was methodically unwinding them as he draped them around the artificial purple Christmas tree the Doctor had dug out of the hold.
"Not me," he said, sucking around the haft of a green candy cane. Amy looked up and shook her head in fond exasperation at him, only he would so practically hang lights on a tree that way.
"Not me!" the Doctor said from the base of the main stairs up on the console floor. He brandished a spatula. He was covered in frosting, a Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer apron, and was building a rather lopsided gingerbread house, with liberal use of multi-colored frosting and sprinkles.
"I've got th
All the Stuffed Animals at the FairAll the Stuffed Animals at the Fair3 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
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.
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 Two3 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
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: JohnLock3 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
When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who/Avenger x Reader)When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who/Avenger x Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You never thought one of your dreams would come true and you never thought it would take you face-to face with the man who was known as The God of Mischief.
It all started an hour ago, you are in ( whatever year of schooling you're in) in (state) and life seems great on the outside, on the inside you are a mess. You feel lonely and are starting to give up hope in a man, you only knew through British television. If you are thinking of the same man then we are on the same page, this man is a dream to many dreamers in the world. Though tonight, that dream of many others and your dreams kind of are coming true. It is hard to believe in the man called The Doctor, but you always try to keep that spark going with continuous re-runs of the show. To get back on track, you were just lying there in your bed, still in the clothes from the previous day. You had your phone lying on your chest, softly playing a tune by (your favorite band), while kicking the string back and forth on your (shoes). You