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 Kiss1 year 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
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: Cuddling1 year 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
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 Soup2 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
School, Friends, and Love?! School, Friends, and Love?! (An SnK AU ??? x Male!Reader)School, Friends, and Love?!4 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
StoneMaybe if I appear cruel...Stone1 year 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.
Nightmares (Johnlock)Crash.Nightmares (Johnlock)1 year 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
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)1 year 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
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 #
Spirk - T'hy'laTitle: T’hy’laSpirk - T'hy'la1 year 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
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,"
AlicexHatter Short Story 5 It is a distinct fear of the writer that one's characters could achieve total consciousness.AlicexHatter Short Story 54 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+1 year 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’
Cut HereCut Here5 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,
PJatO Fanfiction: PercabethPJatO Fanfiction: Percabeth5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Moonlight streamed down through my cabin window, casting an eerie glow around the whole room. I was sitting up in bed, polishing my shield when I heard a light knock on the door. I glanced over and saw Tyson was still asleep, then crawled out of bed and answered the door.
There, standing the doorway, was Annabeth Chase, tears streaming down her face.
"Annabeth?" I asked, stepping outside and closing the door behind me. She opened up her arms and I gave her a hug. It wasn't until we let go that I noticed I was only in my boxers.
"Oh, Percy," she whimpered, leaning her head against my chest. She tried to speak between her gasping sobs but couldn't. "It's okay," I assured, stroking her blonde hair delicately. "What's wrong?"
"Can we talk about it on the
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
CuffedGabriel stayed quiet. He didn't like the way Sam was looking at him. It was his, 'You did not just do that' look. He didn't know why the kid was staring at him like that... All he did was mess with Dean. Just a little bit. The archangel peered over his shoulder, but had to press his lips together to hold back his laughter. There he was, The Great Dean Winchester... Hand-cuffed to lil' Castiel. The trench coated angel just looked confused and a tad bit uncomfortable. Dean was fuming pissed. Failing, Gabriel let out a fit of laughter, grinning wildly at the scene.Cuffed3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"You son-of-a-bitch, unhand-cuff us right now!"
Gabriel's grin formed into a cocky smirk. "Sorry, Deano, no can do~." He snickered. "This is a trick that'll last for as long as I like, and BOY am I liking it!"
"Gabriel!" Sam growled.
But before Sam could show the archangel his bitchface, he was gone, leaving a ticked off Dean, a confused Cas, and an irritated Sam.
Silence filled Bobby's living room, until Castiel
Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 2Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Wow…nice place you’ve got here.”
“I think you should take off your shoes…they’re really muddy…I’ll…I’ll go get you some new clothes…” Vladimir eyes your shoes uneasily, as if they were evil.
“Oh…right,” you pull them off and set them against the wall; his eyes settle on you.
“So, where do I go?” you ask while looking around at the grand estate.
“Where ever you like,” he says with a sly grin and walks away from you towards a large staircase. You watch him but don’t follow; instead, curiosity strikes you hard and you wander towards one of many corridors.
The ceiling is more or less the sky, and the floor beneath your feet is regal and expensive-looking; the tile is checkered black and white, and there’s an occasional rug of some obvious importance.
The walls are decorated with portraits,
Magic Trio x Reader ~Camigani's Corner~ 1010: FugueMagic Trio x Reader ~Camigani's Corner~ 106 months ago in Humor More Like This
Caterpillar Brows had exceedingly comfortable chairs. You could never complain about that. The water in his bath smelled vaguely of sweet buttered toffee with chocolate-covered almonds, a nice contrast to Lukas’ coffee-smelling water and Vladimir’s lemon one. His beds were a little too soft, but nothing that you could fuss over. It was better than having to fret about the Wogeyman. But come breakfast time, your adequate stay at his apartment had gone from a passive overnight visit to a complete nightmare.
The first thing you woke up to was the smell of something dying—or at the very least, something burning alive. You had never smelled death before, but if anything came close in your short lifetime, this smell had to be it. The stench of rotting flesh with charred hair singed your nose and burned your eyes.
“Oh no…!” you gasped, springing out of bed like a snap-up toy from a children’s board game. “Bush Brows!” Worst-case
Request - Norway x Reader : Cosmos - Part 3You stepped into the archway, and were instantly engulfed in a bright light. You shielded your eyes, giving a small squeak of surprise. Then, you felt as though a strong wind was blowing towards you. It was so strong; it felt as if it was trying to push you out of the archway. You dared to open your eyes when the "wind" stopped and gasped. You were flying amongst a sea of stars and a beautiful array of lights and colours. You looked in awe at the beauty of your surroundings, and though you didn't know where this adventure was going to take you, you were excited. You looked ahead and saw a bright light. You moved towards it, shielding your eyes again as the light overcame you. You felt the same strong wind as before and you tried to hold your ground as you felt yourself coming in for a landing. You opened your eyes and moved your arms down to your sides as the sweet aroma of nature hit you. You found yourself in a grand city, surrounded by beautiful woodland. Of course, this was no surpRequest - Norway x Reader : Cosmos - Part 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Magic Trio x Reader ~Camigani's Corner~ 66: DissociativeMagic Trio x Reader ~Camigani's Corner~ 67 months ago in Humor More Like This
If there was anything that you had to say was your highlight in your short-lived life, you would have said that watching the trio of part-time magic shop employees making a masking spell was one of them.
Vladimir hadn’t been kidding about the spell involving a dead rat.
“Why a dead rat?” you asked him when you saw him retrieve one from an unnamed alley. (Apparently he had retrieved it on a street. How he had found it in the first place still remained a mystery.)
“The dead rat symbolizes deceit and distraction,” Lukas, with his placid fish-like expression, told you. He was softly murmuring some words every now and then through a book that you couldn’t decipher.
Arthur, who had just finished getting the meter-tall cauldron to a boil, turned his attention towards you. “We’re going to test out a pact on you, ______________. If my theory holds up, then you should be able be free of any smells or magic for the entire time you
Never Judge a Book by its Odour"I was somewhere along the banks of the Amazon river when I noticed the Stench. It was there that I noticed it, I say, but I'm sure it had been around ever since I disembarked from my balloon. It was a new place, and there were so many interesting new sights, sounds and smells that one presence in particular can sort of pass you by, you know?"Never Judge a Book by its Odour2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why did you notice the Stench just then?" I asked.
"Well, you see, it was the way the trees moved. There was a fair bit of wind, but when the Stench was there they really racketed around. Frankly, I'm surprised I didn't notice it sooner. But I suppose I was distracted. After all, it's not every day you get a chance to document the movements of the Amazonian leaf eel. Unless you're a leaf eel biologist. But if you were, I imagine you'd get a bit sick of it sooner or later. Now where was I...oh yes! The Stench. The Stench was really quite remarkable."
I could imagine so. If it wasn't I would hardly be hearing a story about it.
"Yes. As I say, I ha
Welcome to VandenreichHaschwald x ReaderWelcome to Vandenreich1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You opened your eyes and found yourself lying in the bed in your new room. You yawned and sat in the bed. Then you glanced at the clock while rubbing your eyes. At first you could not focus your glance at the dial, but when you finally managed to do it, your eyes widened.
"Oh! It's already that late?!"-you exclaimed.
You quickly got off the bed and started to put on your new uniform.
"I hope I won't get problems because of that."-you thought.
Indeed, you joined Vandenreich army only a couple of days ago, but already from the first day it was pretty hard for you to get used to the local orders. You knew that in the army everything is pretty strictly so you should do your best not to get a scolding from the senior soldiers.
But now you were late. And it happened exactly in the day, when you have to start your military training.
You quickly ate a sandwich left on your plate and rushed out of the room. You ran through the corridors of the Ice Palace, trying to hold close
Battling Time.Battling Time.8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
☆ Battling Time.
What is this un-explainable thing we call time.
So fierce and absolute, that I can cannot hope to out climb.
Immeasurable in length, larger than life, with considerable strength.
I remember looking forward to catching up with it, dreaming of the day I 'grew up' per say, everything I knew becoming passionate and less 'elastic'- believing it would get better day after day.
I don't remember if I passed it, but I do know I can outlast it.
How blind we are in our youth, ignorant even with proof.
Envisioning the future without thought, reason, or rhyme- before ever earning the right.
Without wisdom in maturity reaching its prime.
Accidental lives until the end of time, believing that everything is part of simple design.
A better way I a