Wonderful memories (Pewdiecry) Part 7
Ryan just laid on the floor. Bleeding. He wanted to be with Felix and Stephano again. He waited. Letting the pain slowly make him fall asleep. His eyes became heavy. His life flashed before him at a fast pace. It stopped at one last memory. The picture. His smile slowly covered his face. Then his breathing stopped.
Years past after he died. A new Ryan was born about sixteen years after he died. On the new Ryan's 21st birthday he remembered a password to a old account. ChatonicMonki. He went on youtube and logged in. "Why do I remember this but not at the same time?" He questioned as he looked at the videos. He clicked on the last one and saw himself looking back. "Hey friends..." The man said as he looked down, "I am Cry." Ryan shivered. "You may know that I married a man named Felix about a few years.....ago." Ryan was confused. 'Felix?' He thought, 'Where have I heard that before?' He watched all the way to the end. Ryan was curious of the "Felix." He typed in Felix Kjellberg in Goog
Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader Part 1 The wannabeBenedict Cumberbatch x Reader Part 1 The wannabe1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Benedict?" The director shouted. He was late for the first day of season four of Sherlock. I sat there bored out of my mind next to Martin Freeman. A short blond guy that is 'made out of jam, kittens, and rage.' He was talking to the camera man about something but I am not sure what. I groaned and got up. "BENEDICT! HURRY UP!" The director shouted at the trailer. I walked by and the door swung open. "I am ready just calm down." The voice was deep but not to deep and really smooth. I did a quick turn to see a tall man with brown, curly hair. I moved a stray [h/c] strand of hair away from my face. He glanced at me and had to do a double take. "Oh hello. Who are you?" He started to walk towards me. "STOP!" He froze. He was at the edge of my bubble which about three steps away. "Okay? Why did you want me to stop?" He had some confusion in his voice. "Thats the edge of my bubble. I don't like people in my bubble." He tried not to laugh and fixed his costume. "Well then. You don't like peop
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I woke up the next morning on the floor still. I got up and yawned. "What time is it?" I mumbled to myself and looked at the clock. Six in the morning. Nice. I got up and took a shower. I got dress and dried my hair like I usually do. I walked to the kitchen and made some tea. I yawned once again and leaned on the counter. It sucks being alone in this world. Rain tapped on the window and my phone started to ring. I answered. "Hello?" The director was on the other side and he told me that filming was canceled do to rain. I shrugged it off and hung up. A free day to do absolutely nothing. I made my tea and set it next to the chocolates. "Curse my diet. Oh screw it." I grumbled and opened the box. The smell of the expensive German chocolates were awesome. I took a piece and ate it. Nice and rich. I laid on my back eating the piece and I remembered my detective books. I got back up and looked for my favorite book. It was one of the Sherlock books. I grabbed one and went back to my seat. A
BBC Sherlock x Reader: Love? Part 2BBC Sherlock x Reader: Love? Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I slowly got up. "W-what?" I asked. "He likes you [f/n]." Watson repeated. I slowly walked past him and looked down the stairs. There sat Sherlock at the bottom of the stairs. He was regretting what he said. Anger boiled and I shoved Watson out. "I DONT CARE IF HE DOES! IF HE DOESNT CARE HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM I WILL DO THE SAME SO HE KNOWS HOW I FELT!" I shouted and slammed the door. I leaned against the door. "HOLMES!" Watson sounded annoyed with Sherlock now, "YOU ARE NOW ON YOUR OWN DURING INVESTIGATIONS UNTIL YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST DID!" I heard him storm down the stairs and slam the front door. I looked out the window and it was grey out. "I am going out for a bit. Want to-" "No." I interrupted. It was quiet for a bit. "Suit yourself." I looked up and opened the door. He was already leaving. I ran down the stairs and grabbed a jacket. I ran out the front door and he was already gone. "SHERLOCK!?" I looked all around. No Sherlock. I ran towards the beach hoping he was there. I gu
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The taxi pulled up to the bulding the man was standing on. He had a black trench coat and black hair. I was sitting next to a blond haired, blue eyed man. He was on the phone talking to someone. We got out and looked at the top of the building. "Sherlock..." the blond man whispered. He lowered the phone. The man jumped. "SHERLOCK!" He shouted. I heard a smack on the pavement. I shot my [e/c] eyes open and shot up. My [h/l] [h/c] hair moved into my face then back to the sides of my face. "I gotta stop watching Sherlock." I mumbled as I got out of my soft bed. Just at that moment I heard knocking. I slowly went down the stairs and answered the door. The police. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I looked behind them and saw the witness protective services, FBI, and CIA. "Ummm..." I looked back at the police. "You are being located. I knew this day would come. I went back to my room and packed all my clothes, electronics, and personal items. The quickly moved me to the FBI car and we went to a
Sherlock X Reader (Ch.1) Leave me to do my work!Sherlock Holmes BBC,Sherlock X Reader (Ch.1) Leave me to do my work!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Date: June 6, 2012
Location: New Scotland Yard.
You had been working in the morgue for close to five years now and your job never got old. As a medical examiner you had just got called because there was a murder victim fond. You had just reached the sight with you bag and you snapped your gloves on your hands. The victim was a female in her mid-twenties. She died her hair often and had a miscarriage. You had just been taped on the shoulder and you wanted to ignore in and go back to examining the body.
“Sherlock Holmes I would like you to meet the best examiner in the country and the woman you will be working this case with, her name is…”
“I do believe I can introduce myself thank you very much,” You said taking off your gloves and writing notes on the clip board. “My name is _____________ ____________, it’s very nice to meet you Mr. Holmes but I cannot stay long I have soil samples to take, and get the body in the mo
Waking up to BenedictThe sunlight peeking through your blinds gently awakens you from a lovely dream. You check your phone, not quite fully awake, and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It's dawn on Saturday morning, and you have nothing important planned today. You sigh contentedly and smile to yourself, completely at peace with the world, and wrapped in the perfect temperature and comfort of your bed.Waking up to Benedict2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As you snuggle back down under your comforter and start to shut your eyes again, you hear a soft snore behind you. You come to a sudden realization; someone is in your bed with you. You hadn’t noticed before, in your state of having just woken up, but a set of long limbs are wrapped around you. A pair of legs, lengthy and distinctively male, are entwined with yours, arms half-hazardly thrown over your shoulder, and a warm chest is pressed against your back. You freeze, as the man behind you (SPOONING you, for god’s sakes) makes a sleepy noise that sounds suspiciously like a whimper and tries to h
Sherlock X Reader:I SpyWhen you woke up, you weren't surprised to find that Sherlock was gone again. The police consultant had been disappearing on little morning excursions lately, and would return around noon to wolf down a boatload of food.Sherlock X Reader:I Spy1 year ago in Romance More Like This
But still, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed each time you woke to find him gone.
Sighing, you exited your bedroom and went into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee and then going into your living room and turning on the news.
As you sat on your couch, sipping the hot brew and watching the morning news, you had the disturbing feeling that you were being watched.
Looking around the room, you saw nothing out of the ordinary, your lamp, armchair, blanket over the back of your couch, coffee table. Nothing unusual, or out of place.
Sighing, you relaxed into your couch, and immediately screamed when something patted your shoulder.
You shrank back against the end of the couch, whipping your head around to try and see what had touched you.
And then your
Sherlock x Little!Reader: A New Perspective Part 2Sherlock x Little!Reader: A New Perspective Part 21 year ago in Humor More Like This
Many things in this world happen by coincidence.
But this is not one of those times.
It had all started out innocently; Sherlock and John had bid you adieu earlier this morning, John opening the door for you like any true gentlemen would for a lady. You had decided to spend the last of your money on pastries at Speedy’s so you could surprise your Grandma with breakfast! And since Sherlock and John had said something about being out on a case all day, you decided to get some snacks for when they came back, too. You should’ve noticed how Mr. Bunny’s ears were perked more than usual, as if sensing imminent danger, but you were just too excited about making all of your favorite people happy! Then again, it was kind of hard to tell what Mr. Bunny was thinking when he was out of your grasp, roughly grabbed away from you by the biggest meanies on the planet: Jason and Thomas! They snatched the plush bunny from your hands, holding the poor thing above their heads, just out of
Wonderful memories (Pewdiecry ._.) Part 1Wonderful memories (Pewdiecry ._.) Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a great morning for pewdie. He woke up happy and single. He knew his feelings for cry was true. He got dressed and went to his computer but his nerves got rattled. He was not sure how cry felt about him. Did cry share the same emotions? Why was he so scared? Pewdie shook it off and turned on his computer. He could not wait to see his poker-faced friend once more.
Pewdie logged onto skype and waited for cry. The day before he told cry to meet him on skype at noon Swedish time. Cry got on at noon. Exactly noon. "Hey bro" Pewdie said with a small blush showing "I see you made it." "Of course friend" Cry said under his mask as his light brown hair glistened in the Florida sunlight "Why wouldn't I?" He asked as he fixed the mask. "I-I don't know..." Pewdies voice was shaky and the blush got darker. "Friend you are blushing." Cry pointed out with some laughter. Pewdie was so nervous he stopped talking. "Friend?" Cry asked a little worried, "Are you ok?" "CRY I LOVE YOU!" Pewdies sudde
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 1 Sherlock x Reader Part 1Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Morning," you dragged yourself out of your room. Your hair was a mess. "Morning,____." John replied from the kitchen. Your eyes scanned across the room until you saw the clock which read 12:14.
It had been about a year since Mrs. Hudson let you stay in 221b with the two men, which at first, had seemed a bit odd. After a few months you had gotten used to Sherlock's mess, violin until 4 a.m., random gunshots, and the sudden trips they would take. Mostly, you would stay behind because both men insisted the job was too dangerous, but you often wondered if it was because they think that you would act helpless in a situation.
You rubbed your eyes and looked around the empty apartment once more. It was covered in Christmas decorations and lights. "Where's Sherlock?" You asked. "He said he had a job."
"But he just got back from one. Ugh. How long has he been out?" He looked up from a seemingly boring book. "About an hour." You sighed and plopped down
Sherlock X Reader:Your Love is Killing MeIt was oddly silent, you thought. You had no idea where Sherlock was, but the last time you'd heard from him he had been climbing out your bedroom window onto the fire escape, abandoning his violin on your bed.Sherlock X Reader:Your Love is Killing Me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That was about a half hour ago. You had been drinking your coffee and reading the newspaper, noting absently that it was Valentine's Day, and Sherlock had yelled something before crawling out the window.
His absence was ridiculously painful. You had gotten used to the upfront police consultant being with you all the time, and now he was gone for a half hour?
Pathetic, you scolded yourself, and reached to take another sip from your coffee cup.
And then shrieked when something hit your shoulder.
You jumped up and dove to the side, scared that Justin Bray had finally come after you and was in your apartment.
But why would Justin Bray be laughing? Straightening from your position behind the kitchen counter, you peered over it at Sherlock.
Your eyes darted to the thing that had hit y
Because I Care - Sherlock Holmes X ReaderBecause I Care - Sherlock Holmes X Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two months. It had only been two months since you had moved down to London from Glasgow with your best friend, (best friend’s name). It felt like it had only been yesterday that you had waved goodbye to your friends who you had made during your time in Scotland and then jumped on the six hour train journey with (best friend’s name). London was your home now. You knew it was time to return. That’s right, you use to live here in London with your family but left for Scotland a good few years back…don’t ask, it was your choice!
Anyway, during the last two months you had settled into the flat that you shared with (best friend’s name), but you had also met a man named Patrick Hale. You had met him during one of your nights out with (best friend’s name) at some nightclub, you could remember that night well, well some of it. You could recall (best friend’s name) pointing him out from the table that you both had sat at, he had stood at the bar an
Sherlock X Reader (Ch.3) Leave me to do my work!“You look… Magnificent.” Sherlock paused for a mere moment and then continued “I think I have only ever saw you with lipstick on once, that was at the Christmas party that I was forced into going to.”Sherlock X Reader (Ch.3) Leave me to do my work!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You never did like wearing makeup, the most that you had worn recently was a chap-stick because your lips were dry. As Sherlock walked you out of your flat, saw that it was snowing and your small smile faded away. That was until Sherlock’s foot slipped on a patch of ice and you laughed as you helped him get up. One thought crossed your mind ‘Am I in love with Sherlock Holmes?’ You couldn’t be, you checked your pulse and made it look like you were clasping your hands in front of you, you felt that your pulse was elevated.
When you got to the very nice restaurant you went to the ladies room and you checked to see if your pupils were dilated. Sure enough there were, when you came back to the table you noted that Sherlock to had dilated p
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 4When Sherlock bounded through the door, you gave him a half-grin from the floor.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 411 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“It’s alright. Your equipment is safe, it was just a mug. One that you don’t really use, by the look of it. I’ll replace it.”
He let out the slightest of relieved sighs and was about to leave you to clean your mess when he noticed your hand shaking slightly and then upon closer examination a good amount of blood mixed in with the split tea.
“You’re injured,” he stated.
You sat back on your heels and muttered, “You know, for someone who doesn’t like others stating the obvious, you sure do it a lot.”
He looked as though he was about to respond when John entered, sighing, “I hope you didn't break something too important.”
You flashed him a quick grin. “Just a mug, Johnny, nothing to worry about.”
He gave you a little frown.
“Are you alright?” he worried.
You nodded, holding back
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 5It was only a couple of hours before John looked up from his computer to find you dozed off, pencil in hand, the activities of the day finally catching up with you. He slid the sketchbook off your lap, glancing briefly at your work – an array of sketches of him, Mrs. Hudson, the head, and quite a few of Sherlock – before setting it and the pencil on the table beside you.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 511 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You stirred when he did, groggily mumbling, “Just let me sleep here,” as you pulled yourself into a ball around your hand and shifted to rest your head on the arm of the chair.
“You could take my room,” John offered, to which you grunted and rolled so your back was to him.
He gave a half-smile; ever since you were a kid, you had liked to sleep curled up in an armchair. You felt safe in the small space. He covered you with a blanket and went to bed himself, leaving you in his chair and Sherlock on the couch with his eyes closed.
Once John was gone, his eyes snapped open an
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 3Just as you were grabbing your sketchbook excitedly, there was knock on the door. You caught Sherlock giving a fond grin as he pulled it open to greet an adorable older woman who you instantly knew was Mrs. Hudson.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 311 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You shifted nervously, tugging at your clothes and running a quick hand through your hair as you heard her begin, “Hello Sherlock dear. Was I mistaken in believing that today is the day John said his younger sister was to arrive?”
You felt a reassuring hand on your shoulder and looked nervously up at you brother. He knew you’d recently developed a dislike towards meeting new people because your personality tended to be a little overwhelming – at least, that’s how you’d put it. You looked at the ground as John announced, “You were not, Mrs. Hudson. This is my little sister, (F/N).”
Sherlock gave you an odd look as you quickly stuck out your hand and mumbled stiffly, “It is so very nice to meet you, Mrs. Hudson. John speaks
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 2You got back to the flat a few hours later, out of breath with a flushed face, pulling the door shut quickly behind you and rushing to the window. Sherlock watched you from his chair. “You’ve been running from someone.”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 211 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John walked in just as he said it and gawked at you, incredulously asking, “What’ve you done now?”
Your eyes searched the street – maybe you’d lost them, after all. “Why do you always assume I’ve done something?”
You inhaled quickly and pressed yourself against the wall next to the window, out of sight of those on the street below. Sherlock got up to see who you were trying to evade and his gaze found a couple of police officers below, glancing around confusedly.
John joined him just as the two turned and went back the way they came, answering you, “Maybe because you rarely haven’t… Care to explain why you’re hiding from the bobbies?”
You peeked aroun
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Months had passed since that night at the pool. Neither John nor Sherlock or yourself had spoken of the incident and thankfully, you were glad that they never brought it up. That night had scarred your mind. Some nights you would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat after dreaming that you were back in that pool, drowning. Sometimes your dreams would be different, worse than drowning. That night would replay in your subconscious mind, though the events in which took place would twist into monsters of the night, shaping the incident into something that never actually happened, but would seem so real. In this horrific nightmare someone always died, either you, John or Sherlock. One of you three would always die along with Patrick. Oh, how his face haunted you whenever you closed your eyes, it was all you could picture, his ice cold face with ice glazed hazel eyes, staring into your eyes as though he were blaming you: that this was your fault.
Over these passed months Sherlo
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Six months had passed, a whole six months. Three more until the buns in the oven were done and you popped. God you were huge and not just that but the kicks were painful and delighted Sherlock. Much to your disgrace he had started to play the violin 24/7 unless he had to do ‘Human things.’ That was the time you would take a walk or fall asleep.
Then there was the sleepless nights in which you would get up and in the morning and be tired. Sherlock would just sleep like a baby and you hated it! This was just going to frustrate you beyond normal. You were now taking naps in the middle of the day due to your messed up sleep pattern. Oh just one night just one night of sleep would be fantastic.
Then there were the cramps and backaches. God those were painful as hell, and Sherlock would hear OW! And come running to you, John still did not know of this side of Sherlock. A single thing would not help in any way. Would this ever stop yes it would,
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The London streets seemed far colder since he was gone. As though all the good in the city had died along with him that day he plummeted downwards from St Bart's hospital rooftop. Even the people seemed less cheery. People believed that he had done it all. That he had set up all the cases he had solved and for what? To look smart? To make the police look far more stupider than they already were? They did a fine job of that themselves when they started believing the doubt that had made a home inside their brains, plaguing their minds with corrupted ideas of the Consulting Detective and leading him to his final end. But eventually his name was cleared and people learned the truth that John and you had known all along, he wasn’t a fraud. He was real. He was gone.
No. You couldn't deal with it all. You couldn't cope. As much as you faked being 'fine' and 'ok', inside you were broken. Hell, the pas
Because I Care -Part Two- Sherlock X ReaderBecause I Care -Part Two- Sherlock X Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It was the victim!” Sherlock shouted causing John to jump out of his trance from where he sat at his desk with his laptop, you noticed from the corner of your eye and grinned.
“How the hell can it possibly be the victim, Sherlock?” you asked with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. Sherlock - who was sitting opposite from you on the floor of 221B’s living room - just glared at you as though you were an idiot.
“It’s the only logical solution!” he shouted again, making it sound as though what he was saying was so completely obvious. You rolled your eyes and picked up the piece of paper that was sitting in the box beside you and skimmed over it, raising a brow once you reached the end.
“Oh shut up, Spock. Last time I checked the rules it was impossible for the killer to be the victim.” you said looking up to see an annoyed Consulting Detective, still glaring, sat across from you, who very quickly leaned over and grabbed the rules f
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You worked with Sherlock occasionally. Whenever you saw him near you, you would get flustered, your eyes would dart to the ground, and you could feel the heat rushing into your face. The worst part was that you could feel his eyes studying, subconsciously judging you.
Today was an ordinary day, like every other. You walked into a room in flat 221B Baker Street carrying several folders. After noticing that Sherlock was lying down with his hands together near his face (one of his thinking poses) you glanced down at the ground feeling your face grow redder by the second.
“Ah, Miss (l/n),” Sherlock said, addressing you as he sat up. “What brings you here?”
You glanced up to stare at the man, “I-I… Uh… well,” y
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 3 Sherlock tried to focus on the mission at hand - getting ___ a present, but Detective Inspector Lestrade had just called announcing there was a case they needed him for. "What do you mean you can't come?" Lestrade asked over the phone. "I'm busy."Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What could possibly be more important, Holmes?" Sherlock smiled, on the inside of course. He continued walking, to no where in particular. "Christmas shopping."
Lestrade sighed in disbelief, "Real-" Sherlock pushed 'end' and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I prefer texting," he mumbled to himself. After several minutes of walking, his phone rang.
'Where'd you go? (First/last initial)'
He sighed and typed in, 'Out. SH' then hit send. After shoving it back into his pocket, he continued searching for a place to find something for you.
Sherlock finally came across a store filled with antique-looking jewelry and other small items. He quickly tur
Sherlock X Reader (Ch.2) Leave me to do my work!“That’s my job, Mr. Holmes. Now I have things to do and place’s to go. I only have tomorrow off and I have many things to do” You were tired and lied about the whole place’s to go to thing. The only thing you had to do was find prof of the killer.Sherlock X Reader (Ch.2) Leave me to do my work!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“We both know that’s a lie you have nowhere to go, except your house. You have no friends and you don’t care about that either. You live for your work just as I do but you don’t see that there are other things in this world rather than bones. You haven’t been on a date form what I can tell in five years. You like to be alone. But guess what I know you are just as smart as I am so tell me this. Why do you hide behind your work? You sound much to disappointed about a day off, I have the day off as well too but you know what you’re either going home with me. Or I’m staying here with you. Do I make myself clear?”
“I don’t care as to what you want me to do I