Chicken Soup"Where do you think you are going?" John did not need to turn around to know that Sherlock would attempt to make a break for it the moment his back was turned.Chicken Soup3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Just getting a book," Sherlock lied, looking wistfully at his coat and scarf. Maybe if he just ran he could get away, he was faster than John and could soon out run him. But then where would he go? The only lab that still accepted him uninvited was Bart's and that would be the first place John would look. He refused to go within a mile of Mycroft, and Lestrade would be on John's side no doubt. No, he would have to stick it out and hopefully just annoy John to death. He kicked his legs up and dramatically fell onto the sofa as an expression of his exasperation. "How long do I have to be imprisoned?"
"A week, and you are not imprisoned you are sick." John placed a freshly washed cup upside down on the sink to drain.
"If I am being held against my will then I am imprisoned." It was like talking to a child.
"I am very temp
Choices (destiel)Castiel stuck his arm out blindly next to him, feeling around for a warm familiar body part but when coming up with nothing but sweat-dampened sheets, he groaned and blinked one lazy eye open, just to make sure he wasn’t just touching the wrong place or something. He wasn’t. Dean was actually out of bed at, what? Cas rolled over, squinting at the bedside clock. 6:17am. On a friggin’ Saturday.Choices (destiel)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Castiel groaned again, this time less exhausted and more aggravated and flung his forearm over his eyes. He didn’t feel like playing the game today, the familiar back and forth banter-
“Dean, what’s going on? Did you find a case?”
And more often than not, the response would be: “Yeah, I did actually. Sam dropped me a line, found us a job outside of (Buttfuck, Nowhere), just a few hundred miles (north, south, east, west, who cares). Apparently, some guy got (severely injured/killed in a freak accident). Sounds like our kinda thing, so why not take a s
Spirk - T'hy'laTitle: T’hy’laSpirk - T'hy'la2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Word count: 1,018
Summary: Well, shit. Not only had Spock forgotten absolutely everything, but the only memories he did have were twisted. He thought the two of them were a couple; an item.
It had been around four days since the day Spock had practically swan-dived to his inevitable death to save the life of another planet, leaping straight into the pits of an active volcano with nothing but a pathetic string to pull him out. Of course, as everything else did, that plan was royally screwed up. The string broke, crew members were hesitant to save the Vulcan, and when they had it was almost too late.
Four days since Spock had almost lost his life. Four days since Jim had almost lost Spock. And four days was far too long to be worrying and pacing. So Jim had temporarily resigned his position as captain and handed it down to the seventeen year old Ensign, Pavel Chekov. Some people had accused him of making a stupid decision, others had questioned his s
StoneMaybe if I appear cruel...Stone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Maybe if I treat him bad...
But no... He's just a fool.
And only ever gets mad.
Why won't he leave?
I am better alone.
Please let me be.
The man who's made of stone.
I can't get attached!
It'll hurt more when he goes.
It's better to be detached,
Than vulnerable or exposed.
They always go.
That's what they do.
That's how I know,
What to expect of you.
I let myself believe,
So I pushed you away,
That I wanted you to leave,
But I'd rather have you stay.
They ask me why I'm like this.
Why I'm cruel and so harsh.
But they never think that things could be amiss,
For a man who is said to have no heart.
I'm always waiting for the day.
For that last shoe to drop.
For the moment when you'll say.
"This really has to stop."
When it comes you will leave,
And I'll be all alone.
Left alone to silently grieve,
The man who softened stone.
White“The shuttle craft has landed,” Sulu informed Jim as he looked at his instruments. “The cabin is now pressurizing to a normal level.” He looked over his shoulder, “Sensors show there is minimal damage to the craft.”White2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jim stood, eyes wide. He was still shaking from the adrenaline rush of battle. They had just destroyed a massive single celled creature that had been eating solar systems and other space craft. Spock had manned a shuttle and went out to study the creature, but they had lost communication a while ago. Jim didn’t want to send his first officer out, but Spock was the only one qualified for the job. Jim thought they had lost him, but after a heavy moment of silence, Spock had called in, asking permission to enter the Enterprise.
He could feel his nerves twitch in his legs and arms, wanting to run to see Spock for himself, make sure he was really alright, but he had his duty to the ship. He couldn’t just leave her to float around a
Nightmares (Johnlock)Crash.Nightmares (Johnlock)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was dark, and John was asleep. His immediate reaction was to take his gun out of the nightstand, but after a moment he realized that it was probably Sherlock. But he decided he wouldn't be able to sleep until he was absolutely certain-
Sherlock had collapsed.
His flatmate was lying on the remains of the coffee table, which had fallen under his weight. John dropped his gun and ran to press two fingers to Sherlock's neck. He couldn't feel a pulse. Numbly, he called the emergency number and screamed into the receiver. Then, he rushed back to Sherlock's side and began chest compressions. Nothing was working and he screamed and screamed and screamed-
"John." There was a hand on his shoulder now, and John's brain whirled. His face was pressed into something soft and dark.
He was in bed, covered in sweat. A dream, he assured himself. But it felt so real.
"You were screaming again."
"Every night you scream." Sherlock bit his bottom lip. "It was worse
The Pointed Problem“Captain, I believe I have noticed a pattern when we beam down to a planet that does not know of alien life.”The Pointed Problem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“And what’s that, Mr. Spock?”
“My ears seem to get us in a lot of trouble.”
Jim smiled, regardless of the fact that his shoulders were hurting from having his wrists chained up near his head. Spock was chained up beside him. He looked at his first officer, “Aww, don’t be like that.” He reached over to rub his long ears between his fingers, “I quite like your ears. It makes you… unique.”
Unconsciously, Spock tilted his head a little towards his captain’s hand, “I am hardly unique, captain. All Vulcan have ears like mine.”
“Yes, but not all Vulcan are as cute as you.”
Spock looked puzzled, looking at Jim, “I still do not understand that word clearly.”
Jim took his hand back, letting it dangle in their chains, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell y
AlicexHatter Short Story 5 It is a distinct fear of the writer that one's characters could achieve total consciousness.AlicexHatter Short Story 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The realization that they are something other than what they thought they werethat they are words on a page or chips off a grand scheme of literary tradition--is a startling one, and gives the writer pause in deciding whether they live, love, or eat lox for bruncheon. Every move is potential for catastrophy and bloodshed. Not to mention the rewrites.
True, yes, that we overanalyze themtell of their exploits, their feelings, their thoughts, the things they themselves may not even understand about their psyches, their clothes, what they keep hidden in the jewelry box, what they do when no one is looking, that annoying thing they do do when everyone is watching. There is always the chance that they wil
Wings-for-Dreams~ +Cuddling, work, and free time+Wings-for-Dreams~ +Cuddling, work, and free time+2 years ago in Humor More Like This
So I love Wings-for-Dreams work on DA and I just started writing these because I’m compulsive.
Drabbles are listed by artwork title.
+Cuddling, work, and free time+
“Bloody hell!” John jumped when he heard Sherlock bang his fist against the wall, the ex-soldier had been sitting in front of the telly trying to hear while Sherlock bustled around in the kitchen making a racket. Not two seconds later John watched Sherlock’s trousers fly through the air, on fire for that matter, before the consulting detective was able to pat them out. Standing the brunette held them up and sighed, completely ruined. Chucking them over his shoulder Sherlock threw himself down next to John and yanked the man’s laptop toward him, he snapped it open and looked at John for a few seconds before letting his fingers fly over the keys. It took him six tries ‘sodoffsherlock’ ‘fuckyousherlock’ ‘igiveupsherlock’ ‘stophackingmycomputeryougit’
Theme Prompt - Kill Me With A KissFor the life of him, John couldn’t quite understand how they’d gotten to this point. Not that he was complaining, mind you, not at all. But this was a shock and a pleasure all rolled into one. Something he’d not let himself want. Something he believed Sherlock would never want. But that’s getting ahead of the story.Theme Prompt - Kill Me With A Kiss2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started off as a normal day in 221B. John was updating his blog with their most recent case, something to do with a woman who’d been killed by a snake. It turned out she’d been murdered by her stepfather. Sherlock was alternately pacing around the room, frustrated that he’d solved the case and had no new one yet, and playing his violin. Every step to the side of the room with the couch had him stepping over John’s legs, which were propped up on the coffee table.
“You should eat something,” John said for the fifth time that morning. He’d stopped trying to get the detective to eat during cases unless he went
Wings - A Destiel FanfictionWings - A Destiel Fanfiction3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Any of various paired movable organs of flight, such as the modified forelimb of a bird or bat or one of the membranous organs extending from the thorax of an insect. (A similar structure with which gods, angels, demons, etc.,are conceived to be provided for the purpose of flying.)
The first time Dean asked Castiel if he could show them his wings, the hunter's elbows had been resting on the greased surface of a diner table. Sam was slumped lost in thought on the opposite seat, one hand typing distractedly at his laptop. His beer bottle sat long-forgotten between them, while Dean's clinked, empty, back onto the table.
Castiel watches Dean's slightly drunken smile, his own face silent and unmoving. The dim orange light above them catches in the subtle lines than fan out from the corners of Dean's eyes, lashes leaving smudged shadows on the thin skin underneath.
A Fluffy Destiel Oneshot for Cas-sFreckledHunter!!Title: In Sickness & In HealthA Fluffy Destiel Oneshot for Cas-sFreckledHunter!!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Word Count: 1006
Pairings: Destiel (Dean/Cas)
Description: Dean's sick, And Castiel comes to take care of him
Dean shuddered, the sudden cold flash forcing Dean to grab all the disposed blankets off the floor next to the couch, where he had thrown them during the heat flash he had been having only moments before; no matter how many layers he added though, it was never enough. He had thought of calling someone, but Sam had moved back in with Amelia, Benny was still in hiding, and Castiel…well, Castiel was a different story.
As if the mere act of Dean thinking about Castiel was enough, with a flutter of wings the angel was there. Picking up Dean's blankets and tucking them around him. "Hello, Dean,"
Cut HereCut Here6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am not alone in trying to find my heart,
some use knifes, and some use forks,
others axes and needles, tacks and screws
piercing their skin, to get to the core
to find peace within and nothing more.
We mark our bodies, edged and scratched,
these tools we use, are just not for that;
and nails- they only leave a trail,
down my skin, traced and pale.
There is only blood, when I do try,
to scrape along the dotted line,
so I then tried to build a heart,
with sticks and stones and throwing darts,
but blood for glue, does not work.
It only scars, it only hurts.
I've seen every person, sketched and beat,
when innocence is scarce and fleet,
we attack each other, as if to find,
what we've lost for all this time,
to see our insides, coming out,
in hope that it will ease our doubts,
but long behold, it cannot be-
I'm as empty as you, as you are empty as me.
So we walk around, cursing each other,
while we all secretly need someone other-
to tell us it's okay to be broken and scared,
Day Two: CuddlingJohn had gotten the text from Sherlock a few hours before. He had been attempting to chat up a nice girl in the cafe downtown. He was sure she was interested, he just couldn't wrap his head around what he was doing. So when he got the text from Sherlock, he left before he had even read it. On the curb he checked the message while simultaneously trying to flag a cab.Day Two: Cuddling2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I need help. Save me.
Forget the freaking cab. John sprinted down the sidewalk. He tried to avoid the old ladies as he ran pellmell for 221B.
"Sorry!" He screamed over his shoulder. Soon he arived at the the top of the stairs. John tried the door knob. Locked. He didnt bother to fumble in his pocket for his key. John slammed into the door with his soulder. The poor door didnt stand a chance. John rused into the living room expecting terrible chaos. Instead it was the same as it was this morning. He looked around no Sherlock.
"Sherlock?" He called.
"John?" Came the reply in a quivering voice from the corner. John pee
Deck the Halls -Destiel-"This holiday is ridiculous, Dean." Castiel muttered, sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, looking immensely displeased. The Santa hat Sam had bought him slipped over one crystal blue eye. He pushed it back up.Deck the Halls -Destiel-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's Christmas, Cas," Dean sighed, looking at the angel with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Jesus Christ was not born on the twenty fifth of December. I was there. And what does giving gifts have to do with anything?" Castiel asked, ever inquisitive.
"Look, Cas," Dean began, knowing any answer he gave him wouldn't be sufficient, "We're doing this for Sam. He's always complaining that we never got to have a proper Christmas, and I know this probably won't come close, but I'll be damned if I don't do everything I can."
Castiel sighed. "What would you like me to do?" he asked, standing up and adjusting the ridiculous hat. Sam Winchester was his friend. He would do what he could to help, despite his confusion about the holiday.
"Help me with the tree, for starters," Dean
Detective!PrussiaxPartner!Male!Reader-Part One1 2 : 0 0 p m , t r a i n s t a t i o nDetective!PrussiaxPartner!Male!Reader-Part One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You sat down on the bench, waiting for the next train to pass. The crowds of people surrounding you was unnerving as they chattered at the top of their lungs and all you tried to do was get through the first page of your book without having to start again.
You jumped at the sound of that loud, irritating laughter behind you. It wasn't familiar or anything, but it caught your attention. You looked over your shoulder to see a pale-skinned, red-eyed German at the cafe' with his two friends. A blond-haired, blue-eyed Frenchman and a unruly-haired, green-eyed Spaniard. The German had platinum blond hair and, accompanied by his seemingly porcelain white skin and his crimson eyes, you knew what he was.
"He shouldn't draw so much attention to himself," you muttered those insensitive words under your breath before returning to the book in your hands.
"I... Mi amigo, I couldn't do that to you..."
"Kesese! You know you vant to, Toni!
Hetalia-High Fill-in Challenge!~HETALIA HIGH FILL IN CHALLENGE~Hetalia-High Fill-in Challenge!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Number your favorite Hetalia characters in no particular order, 1 through 10.
1. It's time for school and you're just about ready to go. Just then, someone knocks on your door so that you two can walk to the bus stop together. It's #5! How do you greet each other this fine morning?
2. Once you get to the bus stop you are tackled from behind in a tight glomp by #8. Is this a glomp that you shall return or no?
3. Finally, the freaking bus is here. Once you step on though, #2 drags you into the seat next to them so that #9 doesn't sit next to them. Do you have any idea what's going on up with those two?
4. The bus ride to school was "interesting" but you're glad to finally be at school. How look, #3 is by you're locker waiting for you! You have to get your books for class, so is this good or bad?
5. With your books in hand, you make your way over to your usual meeting place to see your friends before class. #1, #4 and #
School, Friends, and Love?! School, Friends, and Love?! (An SnK AU ??? x Male!Reader)School, Friends, and Love?!11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The [h/c] male nervously pulled at his dark green school uniform blazer as he approached the prestigious prep school. ‘I don’t know… Did I make the right choice coming here?’ the teen wondered to himself as he walked up the steps to the large wooden doors which had the school’s emblem carved into the elegant dark wood doors. The male stopped to observe said emblem and noticed it resembled wings. ‘Hm, just like on my blazer.’ He thought as he reached for the gold plated door handle and pulled one large door open. What met his [e/c] orbs was a rather large court yard with a few benches and
My letter to this world's homophobesMy letter to this world's homophobes11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear Homophobes; A letter/poem written by me.
Dear homophobes: I don't recall asking for your opinions on my sexuality or my love life.
But just to clarify, in a short and simple way; My sexuality, just like yours, won't change.
I was born this way, and that is not something you can change.
Your opinions on my "lifestyle" mean less than dirt to me.
Here's a fact that might help, too; My sexuality will never change, but your attitude can.
I will always be gay, just as you'll always be It's not something we choose.
However, I can, and will, choose to live a life of tolerance and acceptance.
It's a choice you can make too; Live a loving, fulfilling life of acceptance, or live an empty life full of hatred.
Please think of this from now on.
Your hatred is not welcome in a world of love.
Your discrimination suffocates the happiness of thousands.
You tear us apart with your deep hatred.
We will not fight your hatred with more hatred.
Rather, we shall counter your hate with our love.
SMIH - Bad Touch Triox!Male!Reader - InvoluntarilyYeah, this one's a uke!Reader story that got requested, so....Why, the fuck not?SMIH - Bad Touch Triox!Male!Reader - Involuntarily1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sighing, you pulled out a folded piece of paper. You studied the various reactions of the countries in the room. And when you unfolded the piece of paper, your heart sank.
It was a colored drawing with crayon, and it was divided into three parts, one had an army of turtles, and it was labeled, "Tomato Army!!!", the second part had a wine bottle and hearts around it, and the third one had a drawing of what looked like the chibi Teutonic Knights with a peace sign saying "I'm awesome!"
You couldn't think of anything rational to do, except groan inwardly. You couldn't refuse, because those three were persistent. They were also extremely annoying. And they were a biiit easy on the eyes.
You got up from your seat and made your way to the closet. "All right, but make it quic
Sherlock : The DoctorSherlock Holmes was five years old when he announced to his family that some day he's going to be the Doctor's companion, that he will have amazing adventures with him. Mummy just smiled, Father sighed and Mycroft tried to explain that Doctor is not real. Sherlock didn't care: he knew better. He was five after all.Sherlock : The Doctor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ten years later he no longer dreamt about traveling with the Doctor. He was a big boy after all. But he still tried to run as fast as he can, because you have to be really fast if you want to follow the Doctor.
After his twenty birthday he thought about adventures with the Time Lord only when he was high. He saw the blue box, and man in long coat, asking him to travel through time and space with him.
He didn't really care when the series showed up on the telly again. He was too busy to care, to pay attention. He knew they are doing it again, but he also knew that it was time for a new generation to dream of the TARDIS.
When he first met John Watson, he didn
Snape's Confession-fan ficSnapes ConfessionSnape's Confession-fan fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus did not know why he was there. He had not made a conscious decision to be there. He just was. He could hear laughter, and feel the air brimming with anticipation. It made him feel sick. He pressed his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes. He hoped this would make his head stop spinning, help him to gather this thoughts, but it did not. His breaths came quickly, his heart beating way to fast.
I cannot be seen, he thought. Not by anyone.
She knew it was normal to feel unsettled on such a day every married woman she knew had told her that your wedding day is one of the scariest days of your life - but she still couldnt help thinking that pre-wedding jitters didnt feel quite like this. She just couldnt shake this feeling of uneasiness, and she was sure it was somehow connected to the fact that she simply could not stop thinking about Severus Snape. Why? Of course she still thought about him, but it always brough
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
Memory and Passion-CEMemory and Passion.Memory and Passion-CE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sunlight pushed itself through the few clouds, sprinkling the Destiny Islands with drops of heavenly light. A boy and a girl, both 15, sat in the sand on the beach, watching the waves glow in the Sun's glistening rays. The boy's dark brown hair bore blonde tints when the Sun reflected upon him, and the girl's soft red hair blew gently in the warm summer breeze. The two looked at each other with soft smiles and their conversation began.
"Sora?" The little girl blinked.
"Yeah, Kairi?" The little boy's voice was gentle.
"If you ever have to leave this place again, can I come with you?" Kairi asked hopefully.
Sora furrowed his eyebrows, studying her question.
"Well, I've never really thought about leaving again."
"Of course not Kairi,"Sora paused for a moment,"unless the other worlds were in touble again...then I'd have to go,"he thought for a moment again before continuing,"but, honestly, I don't think I'm going anywere." He turned to sm