Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
Dance Dance - SherlockSebastian and Jim were at a bar, celebrating their victory over the last case. Sebastian could hold his liquor reasonably well, but later in the night he found he actually couldn't hold his liquor, and he actually dropped it all over the floor. At this realization he only giggled and took another sip of his beer.Dance Dance - Sherlock3 years ago in Humor More Like This
And then, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy started to play on the radio in the background in the bar and Sebastian jumped up excitedly, nearly losing his footing. "Oh shit, I love this song!" He cried to the rest of the drunk people in the bar and Jim, who was only a little tipsy and the radio that was only background music earlier got cranked up. Sebastian started singing along with the song just as they hit the chorus, nearly butchering the song in his drunken state.
He even attempted to get on a table and start dancing, but soon found out that gravity decided that the ground was a much better place to be right then. He bobbed his head to the music and danced around on the floor
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom
Seb the CatJim had decided to sleep in that day. The curtains on his four-poster bed were drawn, and he was dozing peacefully in the velvety darkness. He sighed, stirring ever so slightly, moving over a bit, and curling up into a gangly ball.Seb the Cat3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares. The curtains were moving. He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.
"Whasssssthifss " he mumbled.
He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open. Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head and quickly drawing a knife from under his goose-feather pillow. "What the hell?!"
A tall man loomed, casting a long shadow across the king-sized bed. Jim was suddenly assaulted by what appeared to be a young man's body, oozing blood. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jim screame
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian was waiting for Moriarty's return. He would continue forth with his daily routine, constantly expecting Jim to sidle up alongside him with that grin of his, hat pulled down low over his sunglass clad eyes, a hand tugging on Seb's arm, dragging him home, giving him a new assignment.
It had been three weeks to date since Jim's little feature.
Sebastian wasn't worried yet. Why should he be? His boss would do this quite frequently, vanishing for months at a time on some sudden whim of his fancy. Whether it was to take down a target or because a new hobby had captured his interest for a short period, sending him dancing around the globe to collect them all.
It had been three months to date since Jim's little exposé.
Sebastian still wasn't worried about his boss, but there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach, much like a lead ball weighing him down.
He made certain to jog by Jim's
Cold - MormorIt was freezing. The heater was broken and there was a horrible draft. They were in the dead of winter and a hail storm was raging outside, the tiny balls of ice beating at the window violently. It was surprising that the glass didn't shatter altogether.Cold - Mormor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jim sat on the couch with Sebastian's hoodie and a blanket wrapped around his small figure. He was tempted to go downstairs and yell at someone about it, but he didn't want to move from his warm cocoon he created around himself. It was too cold to even think about moving. He didn't dare let his fuzzy-sock-covered feet touch the icy ground.
He silently urged Sebastian to come back to their flat faster. He was out on a job Jim gave him earlier, no doubt out there in the freezing mess that people called the weather. Jim smiled slightly at the thought. That Sebastian would sit out there in the swirling flurry of ice, unseen and waiting for the perfect time to shoot, all for him.
It was at that time that Sebastian decided to walk into the f
Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
You're So Vain"No." Remus carried on reading his book. "I won't go."You're So Vain10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Go on, Rem. Please?" Sirius perched on the arm of the chair. His chair, really, but since Remus had moved in with him two months earlier it had become 'Rem's reading chair'. "It's a great bar, you'll really enjoy it…"
Remus lowered his book. "It's just going to be another one of those bars where the alcohol would kill an elephant. No thanks."
"Wrong! This place is upmarket. It has one of these weird Muggle thingies, a 'karrie and okie' thing."
Remus sighed, trying to avoid looking at Sirius' puppy dog eyes and pouting lips. "You'll just abandon me at the bar and go off to find someone. Why can't you Floo James to go with you?"
Sirius began to play with Remus' hair. "He won't go into those bars," he said distractedly.
"Ah. A gay bar. And I'm the only one mug enough to go with you."
"Remmie, it'll be fun. I'll tell the guys not to hit on you. What else are you going to do? Sit around at home reading another boring book?" Sirius snat
One ShotOne Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seb kept his gun in hand, his sight tracking John as he jumped from the Taxi. Jim wouldn't just shoot Sherlock, he had to fall, he would never ruin his perfect ending.
There was only one person that could have been shot on that rooftop, no matter how much Seb refused to believe. He brought a hand to his ear, switching on the com system between him and Jim.
"Sir, I need the word, I've got the doctor in sight. Should I Shoot?"
"Boss, I need the word. Yes or no?"
Still no word.
"Dammit Jim, answer me you bastard!" Seb found himself screaming over the line, as if he
could bring Jim back by cursing and insulting him.
Seb focused back on his target.
He could shoot him.
He could do what Jim had promised.
He could burn Sherlock's heart right out with one bullet.
Instead he found himself watching as John screamed his best friends name and began to run. Sherlock had fallen from St Barts, Jim had gotten his perfect ending, what would he have said if Seb were to shoot right now.
Never Again :: StonyThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Steve would've sworn that he could've heard a pin drop. As it was, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his ragged breathing.Never Again :: Stony3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stark mansion was never this quiet. There was always noise. Whether it was the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, or the sounds of Tony trying, and failing again, to make something in the kitchen, or the very loud bangs and crashes coming from his garage as he worked out a few new kinks in the armour. There was always noise of some kind.
Tony could not stand silence.
Silence meant rejection and it unnerved Tony. He hated it and always tried to fill it up in whatever way he could. He'd babble on and on about whatever new technological development he'd made or the weather whatever first popped into his head and he'd launch into a very long spiel about it.
Steve knew that and he understood and he put up with it, enjoyed it even. He thought it was endearing even if it did somewh
Late Night Texts 22D: Sam, I've got some bad news.Late Night Texts 223 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: You didn't break Bobby's new table, did you?
D: No not yet.
S: Did you break my new laptop?
D: That's not the bad news.
D: But I did break it.
S: You asshole! I fucking told you not to go near my damn laptop, and the first damn thing you do is fucking break it!
D: FOCUS, SAMMY.
S: Sorry, sorry. What happened?
D: I'm pregnant.
S: You're what?!
S: You and Cas didn't use protection?! I fucking told you to! I fucking told you, and now you're gonna-I can't believe this, now I have to deal with your fucking mood swings and I have to go buy your sorry ass a shitton of pickles, and I have to deal with you and then I have to deal with Castiel and then your kid and DAMMIT DEAN!
D: Yes, Sam?
S: You're not a girl.
D: No I'm not.
S: So you can't get pregnant.
D: No I can't.
S: So I'm an idiot.
D: And he finally catches on.
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
Supernatural: Baby Cas and the Tickle Monster"Get back down here!"Supernatural: Baby Cas and the Tickle Monster1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"NO! Put that d--"
A giggly ball of feathered energy zoomed around the bunker, zapping in and out of rooms to end up on either a shelf or a table. Sam and Dean Winchester were running around uselessly, flapping their arms, trying to grab their infant Castiel. In case you're wondering... It was a hunt. Something went wrong. This was only temporary.
Dean plopped onto the couch, pure exhaustion etched onto his face. Sam was still running after the elusive baby angel. As Dean sat there, he wondered what the hell happened to Cas that turned him from that to a stoic, emotionless angel of the Lord.
Meanwhile, Sam thought he had Cas trapped in a corner of the kitchen. But the toddler was still smiling away. Sam took cautious movements closer to Cas and he wrapped his hands around him finally, but the angel decided to teleport just then. Sam was in the kitchen one moment, and then standing precariously on a stair railing on the upp
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
A Friday in the life of PatD.A Friday in the life of PatD.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, Spencer Smith was wearing a speedo. He did not like his extremely tight and pink speedo because it might prevent him from having future children with Jon Walker and everyone knows that pink is the color of evil unless you can manage to ward off that evil, but thats a completely different story.
This is why we dont accept gifts from obsessed fangirls! Spencer shouted at Brendon Urie, the man responsible for his current misfortune. Brendon was scarily and impossibly close to tears and giving Spencer the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen, well, ever. Thats when our favorite lyrist/guitarist Ryan Ross decided to walk into the room wearing a dress that looked suspiciously like Snow Whites.
Hey guys! Look what I stole from Snow Whi-- He cut himself off when he saw Spencer angrily hovering over the unbelievably sad Brendon.
SPENCER JAMES SMITH. What the hell are you doing to my little Bren-Bren?! Ryan flailed like
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style'Twas the night before Christmas,The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through Rapture,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Not even a Sploicer.
The audio diaries were left,
On the table without care,
In hopes that Jack,
Soon would be there.
The Sisters were nestled,
All warm in their beds,
while visions of Angels,
Swam through their heads.
And me with my bark,
And Ryan with his bite,
had just settled down,
For a long winter's fight.
When out in the city,
there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk,
to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows,
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters,
threw open the sash!
The reflection of the Sea,
And the murky fog,
made it difficult to see,
Like I'd had Moira's Spiked Egg Nog.
But I see the shinning lights,
Of a lowering Bathysphere,
surrounding it was,
eight sploiced engineers.
A man was inside it,
with no things, no pack!
I knew then and there,
It had to be Jack!
More rapid then plasmids,
the sploicers, they came.
So I sent my men off,
to call the sploicers by name.
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
Late Night Texts 7S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO!Late Night Texts 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me?
S: If I had to choose between you and a Chevy, I'd ride you any day.
G: Are you from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world.
S: I'm allergic to your clothes. I'm going to have to ask you to remove them.
G: You have such a beautiful smile. It'd be better if that was all you were wearing.
S: Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.
G: You fucking sexy nerd.
G: What are you doing tonight? Besides me, of course.
S: That's not a pick-up line. That's a command.
G: Are you forfeiting?
S: Hell no.
S: You might say I'm a samurai, because I'm a master of the sword.
G: If you were aspirin, I would take you every four to six hours.
S: Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?
G: Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Because I can definitely see myself in your pants.
S: I'll marry you tomorrow, but let's honeymoon tonight.
S: What?! Your pick-up li
Hospitals-Stony.Hospitals-Stony.1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"MOVE YOUR ARSE OUT THE WAY."
Everybody hearing the scream jumped to the plea. As a blond haired thirty year old was running with a small thirty five year old in his arms. Carrying the man bridal style in a hospital. Running to find a certain ward.
When the guy reached it, the man he was holding, had been taken away and attempted to be saved. Slowly his heart rate calmed as he slide himself down the wall and ended up crying silently with his knees up against he.
Hours passed when finally a nurse appeared. Immeditly the man who had been crying awoke himself and made sure to hold himself through dowt as the nurse came over and said "Mr Rodges. Mr stark is stable now but he will be unconscious for the next 24 hours as he has lost a lot of blood. But you can see him those, he's over there room 26."
Immeditly the man got to his feet and ran to the room. Not caring about the nurse. He just wanted to see his closest friend. He didn't care as he entered the room over there. The room was
Late Night Texts 25(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)Late Night Texts 253 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!
S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.
D: Sam, what are you doing?
S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kíli.
D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?
S: I'll pack your provisions.
D: Sam, stop it.
S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.
C: Dean, Sam is g
6- DarkJim stood from the bed, looking around in the darkness and down at Sebastian, who was laying sprawled out on the side of Jim's bed. He was asleep, blonde fauxhawk mussed and normally stoic blue eyes closed. Jim actually felt himself actually smile, in the dark, where no one could see him.6- Dark3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He picked some clothes quietly out of his dresser, a simple pair of black shorts and and a cut top soft black shirt he had owned for god knows how long.
He wandered into the bathroom, vaguely hearing Sebastian wake as he left the room, his partner sitting up in the bed. He closed the door to the bathroom behind him, flicking on the lights in the small, white-tiled room on and setting his clothing on the sink edge. He turned on the shower, on cold (he'd never liked hot showers) and stepped in, scrubbing his skin. The shower was nice and cool, and he closed his eyes and sighed, finishing washing his hair and stepping out, listening carefully to see if Sebastian would leave. So many before him had, and h