Say SomethingSay Something1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: This fic came to me after I heard, then saw the video for, the A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera duet "Say Something". It struck something in me and... well, this story is what came of it. If you haven't heard it, it can be found here: Say Something.
Usage of the cover image, entitled "Mission failed" was granted by artist f19850928.
Warning: I never thought I would write one of these, but it turns out I was wrong. Not only is this a sonfic (something I'm not a big fan of) but it is also a Death!Fic.
Disclaimer: Young Justice & Batman, or the song "Say Something", are not mine. Any recognizable content is not mine.
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Arkham City Interviews - Julie Arkham City Interviews - JulieArkham City Interviews - Julie3 years ago in Drama More Like This
[Start of Tape]
Julie: (Angrily) WHAT AM I DOING HERE, STRANGE!!?
i'm not like the "crazies" that you keep in here!!"
Hugo Strange: I'll be the judge of THAT, Miss Juilie.
All you need to do is answer some questions for me.
so i get better know the imfamous "Third Puffy"
and, to figure out WHY your here in Arkham."
Julie: I'm "here" because of that Stupid, Freakin BATMAN!!!
(Strange chuckled softly)
Hugo Strange: YES, i would Love to discuss t
TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 2TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Starfire held a picture in her hand of her, Raven, Robin, Beast Boy, and a random teenage boy. Apparently, Cyborg believed that it would be funny to catch a shot of a jealous Robin telling the boy to back off.
Starfire giggled as she reminisced the day.
"Hey you're um Starfire, right?" a boy with brown hair and eyes asked.
"Yes, hello," she greeted.
"Oh, that's so cool! Starfire, I'm such a big fan of yours! You're an amazing fighter, not to mention, hot!" he complimented.
"I do not believe my temperature has increased," she answered as she checked her forehead.
"Good one," he chuckled, "I mean hot as in attractive."
"Oh," Starfire slightly turned red.
"Listen, I was wondering if you want to go out sometime," he said with tinted cheeks.
"She's taken," another teenager with spiky black hair and masked eyes answered.
Raven, who was reading on a bench with an annoying Beast Boy dragging her attention from
My World - Chapter One: RexDisclaimer: Generator Rex belongs to Man Of Action. I'm just using the characters as a means to my own perverted and twisted end xD I only own the plot and the minor OCs that will be making an appearance.My World - Chapter One: Rex4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Excluding the pretty much standard threat to public safety, my general state of well-being, and on more than one occasion, all life as we know it, high level Evo attacks are surprisingly pretty beneficial.
For one, I have no problems with horror movies. Mostly. After years of beating in faces better suited for a potato sack and a nicely aimed shotgun, monsters on the big screen begin looking about as terrifying as muppets of the red and furry variety.
Then there's the matter of bragging rights. Like, it doesn't even matter if I'm not as awesome in one thing as I am in everything else. Because you see, the fact remains that, hey, I just handed that 30 ft flying EVO his butt yesterday. Did you see it? With my footprint in it? Can you do that?
TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 3TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
Starfire unfolded the blue blanket and spread it underneath a healthy tree. Its branches were filled up with so many foliage, that it was able to create the perfect shade from the sun's harsh rays. The sun wasn't hot, but it was bright and warmthe perfect weather.
She placed the basket on the right corner, near her head, and lied on the blanket. Her two arms laid folded over the other, behind her head. The alien princess closed her eyes as she enjoyed the day. Without intentions, she had drifted into a nap.
It was hot. The weather had suddenly transformed into a suffocating, humid atmosphere. There were cries and shouts all mangled together, creating unintelligible, slurred words.
Starfire squinted, but no matter how much she tried, she was always greeted by a hazy mirage of purples, reds, and oranges.
The screams continued as well as the overwhelming heat.
Soon the slurred cries became understandable to her ears. They were mixtures of both m
Touched by an AngelDick woke up, feeling refreshed. It was the first time in several years where he felt like he didn’t have to start working immediately or feel guilty for sleeping. However, he was confused as to where he was. The last thing he remembered was trying to fight of Deathstroke, not passing out here—wherever here was.Touched by an Angel10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn’t sure if he was in a room or out in the open. Everything was white, but there weren’t any walls, doors, or windows to make Dick think he was in a room. Light reflected off the white, making Dick wince at how bright it was.
Dick rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, feeling a migraine rippling through this head. He slowly stood up and looked around, “Hello?”
Dick whirled around at the sound of the voice behind him. “Jason!” Dick ran, his arms outstretched, itching to hold Jason. He threw himself at Jason, knocking them back several steps. Dick sighed at the familiar feeling of Jason’s arms
One LoveSherlock is annoyed, which isn't an uncommon happening, but the reason for it is different now. He keeps hearing this high-frequency noise that's driving him crazy. Now, Sherlock isn't one to let a sound as insignificant as that get to him. Except for now. Why now, he has no idea, and that too is driving him insane. And if this noise is going to keep him from concentrating on his experiments any longer, he's going to... Well, he's not sure what he's going to do yet but it will most certainly result in either John or Mrs. Hudson yelling at him. Probably both.One Love3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maybe he should shoot the wall again?
"I hid the gun so don't even think you'll give the wall another whooping."
Sherlock turns his gaze from his experiment (which he doesn't even know the goal of, thanks to the noise) and gives John, who's comfortably seated in his armchair and reading a book, an incredulous look. Surely he couldn't have developed a sense of deduction. What are the possibilities of him having become psychic? Close
SH: Spoilers: The Empty House - EpilogueThe TV in 221B Baker Street had been left on. The sound was a quiet hum, comforting through the flat.SH: Spoilers: The Empty House - Epilogue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'... According to reports from Scotland Yard, the criminal mastermind Sebastian Moran was finally been apprehended by police officers late last night. Wanted in over seven different countries, this is the second arrest that has put Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade's name in the papers, following the incident with the late Sherlock Holmes.
It has also emerged that Sebastian Moran is responsible for the murder of Fletcher O'Connell, aged 32, who was found in an abandoned building earlier this week. According to police reports he has also confessed to the murder of Mary Watson, aged 36, who died on holiday with her husband Dr. John Watson earlier this year.
Dr. Watson said he felt 'relieved and thankful' that Moran had been apprehended. He also thanked the police for their hard work....'
Sherlock scoffed lightly and turned off the TV. Hi
TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Existence Pt 5TT: A.S.B.E.A.- Existence Pt 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
Robin and Cyborg hovered about the scene, noting the several huge craters in the park.
"It looks like one heck of a fight," Cyborg commented.
Robin remained silent as his eyes scanned over the craters. It didn't take him another second to recognize these craters were the aftermath of a starbolt. He knew that Starfire never had a hard time landing a starbolt on her enemies. She was always dead-on-sight, unless they were moving at the speed of light. The many craters told him her enemy was someone fast. The amount of craters also told him that the villain who had attacked her must have also had the ability to fly. That was another flaw Starfire had difficulty with during training.
Silently, the masked hero continued walking and observing the craters.
"Yo, Rob! You oughtta see this!" Cyborg hollered.
Robin appeared beside Cyborg within seconds. His eyes widened at the body imprinted on the ground before them.
"Definitely Starfire's body," Cyborg said quietly.
"She can't be--"
TT: ASBEA: Existence Pt 1TT: ASBEA: Existence Pt 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Smoke emitted from the tower. There were screams and cries, but there would be no one who could help them.
Her dark, night hair danced with the flames surrounding the throne room. She looked at the bronze throne with a picture in her right hand. She smiled mischievously and sat on it.
The once-beautiful platinum room was now a dull, sheen-less silver color. The two red velvet curtains hung behind the throne on either side. The right was shredded to pieces as if a cat had clawed it down. The left was set a flame, slowly being engulfed with fire, as of the rest of the room.
The black haired princess propped her left elbow on the throne's once-golden arms and idly looked at the smiling girl in the picture. She debated whether she should crush it or drop it on the floor, to let the flames swallow it up into dark crumbs of ashes. But another idea struck her. She looked at the picture with a bitter look on her face and smiled.
"This time, we'll be even," the dark princess said.
Her right han
A Family is a Family, No Matter How Screwed Up“Mar’i, why don’t you start us off with our presentations?”A Family is a Family, No Matter How Screwed Up1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mar’i smiled at her teacher, Mrs. Smith, and skipped up to the front of the class. In her hands she held three pictures and a piece of paper with her scribbled handwriting on it. “Hi my name is Mar’i Grayson, and this is my family.” She fumbled, balancing the sheet of paper and the pictures in her hand.
She held up the first picture. On it was a picture of Dick and Kory on their wedding day. Their heads were tilted so they were leaning on each other, their smiles bright against their skin. “This is my mommy and my daddy. My mommy’s name was Kory Anders until she married my daddy. Then she became Kory Grayson! My daddy’s name is Richard Grayson, his name never changed.”
Mrs. Smith laughed slightly, although the rest of the first grade class didn’t understand.
“My mommy and daddy tried really hard to become a mommy and daddy. My mommy said that s
SH: Spoilers: The Woman and The RoseWhen the news story broke, the interview with Rich Brook was everywhere. Sat in a second-class apartment in an American city she wasn't even sure she knew the name of was Irene Adler. The past few months had taken their toll, and when she looked in the mirror she doesn't see The Woman, someone who could stand as an equal to Sherlock Holmes. In fact, she didn't see anyone. Just another face in the crowd.SH: Spoilers: The Woman and The Rose3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When she read it, she was sat drying her hair, stark naked, laptop balanced precariously on her knees, using one hand to steady it and the other to weild her hair dryer. Her eyes scanned the tabloid's webpage. The hairdryer tumbled to the ground and cracked against the cheap laminate flooring.
In an instant she found herself rushing to her room and throwing some clothes on before realizing there was absolutely nothing she could do. For starters, she was supposed to be dead. Secondly... Who was going to believe her word? She wasn't even Irene Adler anymore. She was Louise Monr
Spoilers: SH: The Empty House Newspaper clippings littered the floor of the small, and damp smelling flat that Sherlock currently resided in. It had been three years since he'd last been in London, and Sherlock believed that he had found a solution to his Final Problem. Soon, it would all be over.Spoilers: SH: The Empty House3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1 Day After The Fall:
"Suicide of a fake genius! Reichenbach Hero falls to his death."
6 Months After The Fall:
"The underground movement 'Believe in Sherlock Holmes' is sweeping through London, and indeed, through the entire world. From back alleys and disused billboards, this protest had humble, if slightly illegal origins. It seemed that nothing was safe from the infamous yellow paint of the protestors. A rather shell shocked John Watson expressed his joy at how much support the late Mr. Holmes was getting. The movement then spread to other parts of the country, and even other countries. 'Believe in Sherlock Holmes' and 'Moriarty was real' graffiti has been s
Quiet - Jason Todd/Dick GraysonHe was found behind a building, using a bunch of newspapers and parts of torn cardboard as a bed. He covered up with his jacket as his blanket.Quiet - Jason Todd/Dick Grayson3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The way that Jason was living, Dick found it quite pathetic. So pathetic, it made him feel horrible. It made him feel sorry that he didn't find him sooner. But that wasn't in his power. After searching for so long with no luck, Bruce was on the verge of giving up, and thinking that it would be no use. He told Dick to not stress over it, and that it's not his problem. He couldn't be a part of it.
So, of course, he felt bad when he found him. With what condition he was in, he couldn't bring him back to Bruce right away. He found him sleeping, shaking, with watery eyes. It was dark, and had to be no later than eleven at night.
He held onto his waist, and brought him to his feet. Jason stayed as still as possible, and Dick had to take his arms, and place them around his neck so that he could get a better hold of him. Dick was a little disappointed
Sherlock- Paint JWWWarning- contains post- Reichenbach angst/spoilersSherlock- Paint JWW3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A John Watson's War fic
She was surprised to see him.
It was obvious. She was flustered when he walked in, and in an attempt to hide it she'd rushed about getting the place ready for him. Now the therapist sat in the chair opposite the soldier, taking slow, deep breaths to try to calm her pulse, which was racing in her neck from running about.
Her enthusiasm was kind, but it just ended up annoying John that she was making a big deal out of this. It was hard enough to come back in the first place. But he'd had to get out of his room, and he'd automatically told the cabbie this address and hadn't bothered correcting his own impulse. So he ended up here, he'd might as well come in for a session. He had no-where else to go. Well, not quite. He always had places to go, and plenty of offers of hospitality since well, since the event. Just no-where he wanted to go. He loved the people who offered, but each reminded him in their own litt
SH: Spoilers: The Empty House - Cut SceneSherlock was now disguised as an old professor. He looked at least thirty years older and completely unrecognizable. Pince-nez sat on the end of his nose, and his hair was short and flecked with grey. His face held signs of many years of sun dammage and he'd even made sure there was a little bit of chalk on his cuff. In comparison, his 'Hopkins' disguise looked like a cheap halloween costume.SH: Spoilers: The Empty House - Cut Scene3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They confronted a bemused looking Lestrade at his office. "This is my good friend... Professor... er, Lichen... beckstien. He's from... Austria." John could feel Sherlock's glare burning into the back of his skull.
"Indeed, I am! I have been teachink for many years now, John vas vun of my students! He vas terrible at everythink. Very stupid boy."
Lestrade frowned, then shook his head. He didn't vant, er, want to know.
"We searched Hopkin's house. Didn't find anything. Do you think he could be Moran?"
"I vould say zat is possible, though eet vould not be vize to trust ze advice of this dunderhead!
Sherlock Fanfiction- ScarfJohn Watson threw open the door to his appartment enraged. His coat was streaked from the pouring rain outside, dribbling down and hitting the floor with tiny, dull plods. His breathing deepened in anger and he tried to wipe the water off of his face with his sleeve, but only managing to leave a wet smear.Sherlock Fanfiction- Scarf3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock!" He shouted, almost shaking the walls.
His voice echoed around the room sharply. All was silent, except for the sound of cars motoring outside.
John flicked his sleeves, groaning at the state of himself. His hair was drenched and plastered to his head and his yellow, slightly nerdish jumper was soaked through.
Peeling off his soggy coat, he made a beeline for his bedroom, his wet shoes squeaking and slipping on the wooden floor. He walked with an awkward gait, trying to keep the wet clothes from touching his skin.
"Sherlock?" He demanded, quieter this time as he approached the bedrooms. John sighed and pushed open the door to his bedroom.
He quickly changed into a new, dry
Spoilers: SH: The Empty House IILuckily enough for John, it was Greg Lestrade that stood outside the desolate-looking building. He hadn't spoken to Donovan or Anderson since the incident and he wasn't sure how he would react should be accidentally bump into them while looking around. Upon seeing John, the detective inspector did a double take as if he thought his eyes were deceiving him. Perhaps like John, it was so easy for him to remember the days when it was unusual for Sherlock Holmes not to be at the scene of a particularly strange murder. "John?" He asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "What are you doing here? This is a crime scene." He hadn't meant the statement to sound quite so harsh, but the question stood.Spoilers: SH: The Empty House II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Er," He replied, suddenly realizing that this may not have been such a good idea. Of course he wouldn't be able to just walk into a crime scene like he had done with Sherlock. The same rules didn't apply now, he was just being stupid. "Sorry, I just..."
"We need all the help we can get." Les