SuperWhoLocked - Chapter 1SuperWhoLocked - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They were arguing again. The Winchester brothers always argued. It didn't bother him though, he had gotten used to it. He often sat in the back of the Impala, listening to the two bicker like an old married couple. He zoned them out as usual. Arguing about something so human. Something about a band called ACDC, he wasn't sure. He let out a long sigh. It was another long road trip.
"I'm telling you man, ACDC is way better than that shit you listen to," the eldest brother argued.
"Oh come on Dean, there's nothing wrong with a little pop," the youngest Winchester pressed.
"Sammy, nothing beats ACDC, only Metallica beats ACDC," Dean scorned.
"I'll admit Metallica is alright, but pop is okay. There are some decent pop songs out there," Sam frowned. Dean snorted.
"Dude, listen to me carefully, there are no decent pop songs out there. They all sound the same and they all sound like rubbish," he said.
"Whatever, I say we put it to a vote," Sam said, "I say pop is better."
Why?Why?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I've seen the security records from last night. You must want an explanation. I had hoped to tell you about it little by little, to get you on my side, but it's too late now.
William is using us. In this war. In this war against the Templars, he doesn't think about the lives he's hurting. We aren't people to him. How can we trust someone like that? Clay, you of all people should understand.
Abstergo cares about helping people. They understand the realities of the world, its limitations.
But I know that nothing I say now will really change your mind.
I've deleted the security records. Vidic will never know about the breach. I promised to protect you, but I can't let you leave. William and the others must never know.
Lucy stared at the note she'd just wrote, in her clear, neat handwriting. She hated it, hated herself. She knew the Templars meant no good for anyone, but she just couldn't trust the Assassins. Not after what William had done.
Here Without YouHere Without You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
When The Doctor first met Sarah Jane in his Third regeneration, he thought she was absolutely perfect in every way.
From the way she smiled to the way she helped him, just thinking of the budding journalist made both his hearts flutter with utter contentment.
Right now, The Doctor was in his Eleventh regeneration and currently dreaming of his Sarah Jane.
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
The Doctor sighed in his sleep, dreaming of Sarah Jane being in his arms, forever, just her and him, the way it should have been.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
This wasn't the first time he'd dreamt about Sarah, he has sometimes dreamt about her when he least expected it.
Sometimes he didn't
.: first meeting- Loki X Reader :."Agent _____, glad to see you made it safely," Coulson greeted you..: first meeting- Loki X Reader :.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Glad to help, sir, though I don't know what you expect me to do out here. I'm a therapist, not a scientist," you replied with a polite nod.
"We called you out here to assess someone, that's all. We need to know if he should be considered a hostile," he explained as you walked toward the shelter that S.H.I.E.L.D. had erected in the New Mexico desert.
"You mean that guy that dropped out of the sky, right? The one who trashed the hospital?" You weren't sure you liked that idea- you were no fighter, and if the stories were true, this guy could toss you into next week without breaking a sweat.
"He's not so bad when he's calm," Coulson assured you. "It's when you piss him off that the trouble starts. But we figured your skills would come in handy in deciding what to do with him."
You shrugged slightly. "All right. If you think I can really do something, show me where he is."
Coulson led you into the shelter and through a wa
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 13You stamped up the stairs to the flat, partly in anger but mostly due to the obscene amount of shopping bags that were hanging off your arms. Why? Why was it that every single time you and Jim were about to share any form of intimacy, one of you would have to be called away? It just isn’t fair, you decided, reaching the flat door. Having no available arms to knock, you banged you head against the door, hard, trying to smash the annoyance out of your mind. You grumbled a number of colourful curses under your breath as pain blossomed over your skull, about to kick the door down, when a frustrated looking John opened the door. “Thank God,” he muttered, reaching down to relieve you of some of the weight you were carrying. “You have no idea what he has put me through.”My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 131 year ago in Romance More Like This
Frowning, you strode into the flat with John close behind, the bitter smell of burning matter filling your nose as you did so. In the middle of the living room was a small pile of smouldering ash
Oneword: SwanOneword: Swan3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John had been helping Sherlock with his physical therapy after the short fall from a second-story balcony which had dislocated his shoulder. The joint had healed very well, and was almost entirely functional again, the stubborn detective urging it forward in its recovery perhaps a little too quickly. John was keen to slow him down whenever he winced at the residual pain or stiffness.
As a final exercise, John had dragged Sherlock back to the university swimming pool, this time during hours of operation. The water-based strain would do the joint good, and John looked forward to the swim. In addition to the lifeguard, there was only one other person in the pool, an elderly fellow who swam steady laps back and forth and minded his own business.
John waited in the shallow end for Sherlock to come out of the locker room and join him, lazily treading water in his swim trunks, diving under to wet his hair as he kept his shoulders beneath the surface out of a slight sense of modesty. The water
Princess Cherry - BioPrincess Cherry - Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
D.O.B(Date of birth):
Kind, Helpful, Gentle, Friendly, strong-willed, determined
Sassy, Cheeky, Sometimes in a Daydream, Indesisive, low self confidence/esteem
fruit and veg, friends, drawing, adventuring, science and astronomy, getting up to mischief
Sports, enemies, getting sick, being alone
Is good at:
Healing the seriously wounded (she has a heart scepter which helps her), making friends, giving advice to others
Sports, very clumsy, cant cook proper meals |D
The Sakura Islands
over Sakura Island
To heal the wounded
Queen Ruby (Cherry's Mum, Looks after the kingdom when Cherry goes to other Kingdoms)
King Knightshade (Cherry's Dad, Also looks after the kingdom with Queen Ruby when Cherry goes to
Sherlock- Santa"Santa's not real."Sherlock- Santa3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mycroft looked up over the pages of his textbook, eyeing his little brother curiously. "Of course he is." He said naturally, as anyone would to a child like Sherlock. Well, maybe not 'like Sherlock', but any child. This was supposed to be the age where children embraced Santa with open arms, finally understanding the lore behind the presents under the tree every Christmas.
Sherlock crossed his arms, which took a bit of wiggling, seeing as he had a wooden sword in one hand. In fact, he was in his pirate garb, including a blue bandanna making a feeble attempt to hold back his wild black curls, a white button-up collared shirt that was too large for him (it had been Mycroft's, once), and poofy brown pants that billowed out before scrunching back in with elastic around mid-calf.
"No he isn't." Sherlock announced stubbornly.
"Whatever you say. Just don't tell father and mother or they'll think I told you," Mycroft sighed, going back to his homework.
Sherlock gave a trium
Light Yagami: Shinigami in Training (Part 1)Light Yagami: Shinigami in Training (Part 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Light Yagami ran as hard as his weary legs would carry him. His right arm swung uselessly at his side while hot blood dripped from his limp fingertips. The places where the four bullets had pierced his skin stung so badly that he couldn't help but yell in pain and frustration.
Why? he inwardly demanded of the universe. Why did everything go wrong when I was so close so close to killing Near? It just isn't fair! They can't understand, not even Matsuda, that traitorous bastard!
Thoughts of Light's life before the Death Note whizzed through his mind. How peaceful that innocent time had been but also, how boring. Light didn't regret picking up that notebook all those years ago, all he regretted was not giving Near's intelligence full credit. He had been too lax, too trusting, and now he was paying for it with every drop of his blood.
With each shaky breath sending another jolt of pain throughout his body, Light stumbled into a nearby
Oreo Lamerpouge: Final UpdateOreo Lamerpouge: Final Update3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Oreo Lamperouge
This is not his actual name. Originally, he was given an experiment number: 0177-AB. However, after he made a remark about Rolo's name having an affiliation with the chocolate, Rolo decided to give him a nickname that was better than a couple of numbers and letters. So he nicknamed him Oreo, after the cookies that Oreo loved the most. His last name is explained in the "history" section.
Race: Human (100% Britannian)
Birthday: April 30 (Taurus)
Place of Origin: A strange testing facility hidden deep in Area 11
Weight: 135 lbs, 61.2 kg (small framed)
Blood Type: Type A
Affiliation: The Black Knights (rarely)
Languages: English, some Japanese
His hair is a soft tan color. It goes down the back of his neck, and is thin. It's dry most of the time, but can be surprisingly soft after he washes it. It usually lacks the luster that most teenagers his age have
Tomatoes - SasuSakuTomatoes - SasuSaku8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Little Haruno Sakura was just about to dig into a nice bento lunch her mother had packed for her. Her friend Ino had been out sick today, so she was eating lunch by herself under a sakura tree. She saw the fresh tomato slices on the side and smiled, happy that her mother had been able to pick some fresh tomatoes from their garden. As she picked up the first slice, she heard movement behind her and turned.
A face was peaking out from behind the tree, staring at her with curious dark eyes. Sakura felt her cheeks burn. It was Uchiha Sasuke, her crush. She wondered why he was watching her so intently, given the fact that he didnt seem very social. Despite her longing to invite him to sit down, he was being quite rude. What kind of person ogles another like that?
As she prepared to eat the tomato slice, Sasuke made a sort of whimper and Sakura turned back around to glance at him. He was licking his lips continuously. I wonder whats wrong with him, Sakura thought. She took
ExcusesExcuses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
Ready for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of ConnorReady for the Hunt_ AC3 Poem of Connor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is set,
Flames of the fire grow dim,
The Cry of wolves being to howl,
Through the misty cold woods,
It is time for the ultimate hunt,
The enemy is near,
I grab my axe and bow,
And set off towards my enemy's lair.
The Moth and the CandleThe Moth and the Candle3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John's brows drew together as he looked at the candle in its kitschy Chianti bottle holder. "And this is romantic how?" he enquired of his potential flatmate acidly.
Sherlock's gaze flicked away from the window to rest upon John. "Oh? Well, Angelo has old-fashioned ideas. I'm given to understand that a candle is meant to create an appropriate atmosphere, as well as soften the features of the potential inamorato."
John pursed his lips slightly and folded his hands on the table. Sherlock watched in puzzlement, then his features smoothed in understanding. "You are uncomfortable about being seen as my date. I'll have Angelo -"
"No," John interjected. "No. It's all right. I'm fine. Though of course, this isn't a date. Is it?" His tone was cordial.
Sherlock watched him carefully. John's eyes were hard to read in the flicker of the flame, his entire demeanour open and interested. The murderer, Sherlock decided, could wait. Chances were against the serial killer showing up, and t
Peer prompt: BangPeer prompt: Bang3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrs. Hudson was pleased to see John making an attempt to move on with his life. He'd continued on at the surgery and gotten promoted, and had met a nice girl named Mary. The two got on fabulously, and it seemed to take John's mind off the gaping hole left in his life after Sherlock.
The maternal little old lady could see that John still thought often about his missing friend, and had slowly given up hope that the death had been somehow an elaborate hoax. The poor doctor's limp had returned in full, but he still enjoyed an occasional night out with Mary. It was a couple months in, however, when Mrs. Hudson heard shouting; a heated argument was going on between the two budding lovers, and the few words she could make out seemed to be "Sherlock" and "Never good enough" and "Don't understand."
Loud footsteps resounded down the stairs, clacking with the pointed heel of a woman's shoes as the front door out to the street slammed shut.
Mrs. Hudson considered going up to console John, but thou
Through All The Days Out Wandering It had taken a good 30 minutes, but John had finally gotten Sherlock from his fetal position on the floor onto the couch. Sherlock's head was in his lap and he was stroking Sherlock's dark hair as the detective tried to process his shock. Every few moments he could feel a tremor pass through Sherlock's lean frame and it made his heart ache to see his invincible friend brought into such a position.Through All The Days Out Wandering3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Just breath, Sherlock." he repeated for the fifth or sixth time that afternoon. Finally Sherlock seemed to respond as he turned his body over to look at John, the red from his eyes finally gone and replaced with a cold, calculating stare.
"Sherlock?" John asked warily not knowing why that hard gaze was aimed at him. Sherlock's eyes softened momentarily as he shook his head slightly and then he closed his eyes, bringing his fingers to his lips.
Threats (MycroftXReader)"Give me the laptop, Mycroft."Threats (MycroftXReader)10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mycroft did not stagger once at the sight of this woman. She checked her nails for dirt and looked at him, "You claim weakness can be found in caring and love. You live by it like a Christian to a proverb. But like some Christians I know...you're a hypocrite." He watched her stalk around the apartment, picking up small things and studying them before turning her complete attention to him. He did not attempt to mask his disgust for this girl and asked, "Do you know why?"
"Intrigue me, Ms. Moriarty."
She smirked at him, "It was really quite simple and I'm shocked no one has figured it out." She walked up to him, inches from his ear,
"It is none other then your dearest brother."
He was silent.
A somewhat maniacal chuckle sounded as she pulled away, "And you and I both know that love is a much more vicious motivator. And I've always been one for manipulation of the stupid, and you've been the easiest in years."
"And so have you..." She turned, "Oh
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 4For the Future of Skyrim - Part 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tirdas 1 Morning Star 203 4E 10:00 PM
"What was he even thinking?" I complained. Babette and I were patching up various family members' clothes and armor in the main room. For some strange reason, assassins' clothes tended to get lots of tears and bloodstains in them. Normally I wouldn't be doing chores on a holiday, but this was no typical day and I needed to do something with my hands.
After my outburst with Cicero, I had come back to Sanctuary and barricaded myself in my room. Then I had crawled into my bed and buried myself in my sleeping furs. I've done this ever since I was a little girl; whenever I get angry I would seclude myself until I calmed down. I always think that I'm going to shut myself away for a few hours, but only minutes after wrapping my blanket around me I would be restless and want to go back out again. I would force myself to stay in the darkness until I calmed down. It's very stupid and childish, but it always helped settle me.
My thoughts were racing between t
Ke$ha MashupKe$ha Mashup4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am in love,
With what we are,
Not what we should be,
(And I am) I am starstruck,
With every part,
Of this whole story,
So if it's just tonight,
The animal inside,
Let it live and die,
Like it's the end of time,
With everything inside,
Let it live an die...
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... Dance.
(Here we go)
Swimming pool, limousines, (blah, blah, blah)
C'mon let's cause a scene, (in the back)
Cigar in the caviar, (and the jukebox)
I'm pissin' in the Dom Pérignon
C'mon let's do it!
There's a place downtown, (down every alley)
Where the freaks all come around, (rawr)
It's a hole in the wall, (animal)
It's a dirty free for all, (cannibal)
Yes of course we does,
We runnin' this town just like a club, (non-stop)
And no you don't wanna mess with us, (heart drop)
Now some shhh's gonna go down...
Every single night we fight!
Make it pop!
To get a little high on life!
Blow my speakers up!
To get a little something right! (Blah!)
Something real! (Blah)
At least we try! (
Gravity: Chapter 6Gravity: Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: I'm sorry if this seems rushed. Lol, cockney accent later on. Please, if it's wrong, let me know, I'm just a chick from Delaware. But anyway, please review if you enjoyed it!
If anyone could arrange an event, it was Mycroft Holmes.
For a small, quaint and cozy wedding, it was extravagant. It was held in a local pavilion, and only a small handful of guests were in attendance, including Harry, who promised John she wouldn't be too much of a handful, and even Donovan and Anderson, who were much more fancy to John than Sherlock, but would never bring such a thing up given the circumstances. Mycroft escorted Mary up the aisle, an action of sentiment John never imagined he was capable of performing, let alone willing to do. The ceremony was brief, but heartfelt, and wonderful.
Mary's niece and nephew were the ring bearer and flower girl, and Mrs. Hudson could be heard remarking on how absolutely adorable they were. John wore a well-tailored tuxedo, while Mary wore something akin to a dre
I Was The One Who Cared After AllI Was The One Who Cared After All3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a calm evening at 221b, which came as a surprise to John. It had been weeks since their last case and the latter one had consisted of unruly experiments day and night that stretched from counting the number of times John breathed within an hour as he slept (from which he had been so rudely awakened, Sherlock's face mere inches from his) to Sherlock releasing a pack of mice in the apartment to trace their flight movements, and of course John had to clean up every single mess Sherlock left behind.
Lucky for John, Sherlock had decided instead tonight to focus on composing as John listened silently to the violin melodies, shrills, and soft notes that drifted up the stairs into his room. John sat at his desk having spent the last few hours focused on paperwork from the clinic. The music was relaxing and John almost let himself lapse into a since of calm as his lids began to close until, su
Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anche quella sera pioveva.
Grosse nuvole si erano addensate due giorni prima, verso mezzogiorno, e da allora lo scroscio d’acqua non aveva smesso di battere sulle case.
Le strade erano tristi e vuote, nessuno aveva voglia di uscire con quel tempaccio, erano tutti rinchiusi in casa o in un pub, per rallegrarsi e scaldarsi in compagnia.
Bé, non proprio tutti.
Nelle cantine di una delle case più antiche della città un’ombra si muoveva lentamente, sola e infreddolita, facendo tintinnare lievemente le catene che la tenevano legata.
Dopo molti giri a vuoto della cantina, l’ombra finalmente si sedette in un angolo, quello più lontano dalla finestrella sbarrata che dava sulla strada.
Odiava quella finestrella.
Gli dava una visione del mondo esterno che, seppur ristretta, lo faceva stare male, perché lui, di un maschio si trattava, rinchiuso in quella cantina, non sarebbe mai potuto uscire.
E in più quando pioveva, spesso faceva entrar
The Oncoming Storm - Part OneThe Oncoming Storm - Part One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a stupid thing, really, the war. Stupidity on the scale of colossal with an added state of idiocy and cowardice. And, it was entirely his fault. Two little wires separated by five measly inches of space, one in each hand, while he was pontificating the morality of the act. 'Did he have the right', and all that rot.
The answer to that was no, but there were orders, and at the time they seemed completely unreasonable. Five inches of space that eventually became more, and he'd gone the way of the coward. Thus, he'd committed his entire species into the Third Time War.
It was his fault.
He was an idiot.
Thoughts like this usually spiralled out of him every day or so during the war, but never so poignant as during the Battle of the Nightmare Child: A being brought into existence by the Cult of Skaro for the Emperor. A being that consumed life through creating madness. Madness that he laughed at.
His laughter ceased when two beings were consumed by it. The first was Davros, which in h