How Much Do I Mean To You- Chapter 13Andy’s POVMore Like This
I stood outside as the car drove away. Did Ash forget to tell me he left with a friend? As I turn to close the door a gunshot rings through my ears.
I can’t think as I run as fast as my gazelle legs carry me from the door, around the corner and I stop dead in my tracks. Ashley. Covered in blood. I can’t think as my hand reaches for my phone.
“911 what’s the nature of your emergency?”
“I holding a fucking dying rock star at my house”
“Ok we’ll send an ambulance immediately.”
My shaking hand places my phone into my pocket as I finally tell Ashley something I’ve wanted to for a long time.
“I love you.”
Moments Between Sleep - Johnlock - Chapter 2I was awoken by someone repeatedly hitting my back with what I assumed was their foot. I groaned as I tugged at my duvet bringing it closer to my chin.More Like This
"John! Wake up!"
"What time is it?" I mumbled finally sitting it knowing fine well that if I didn't he wouldn't given in and would do everything in his power to wake me up. I rubbed my eyes then looked up at him with tiresome eyes.
"It's half past eight, but Lestrade called." He informed.
I watched as he strolled through my room, opening my chest of drawers and throwing out a shirt along with a pair of new boxers and jeans.
He slammed my drawers shut and spun around. "Hurry up John, get dressed."
Sherlock dashed out of my room leaving me to bewilder. I grunted as I untangled myself from the the sheets, gathering the clothes he had thrown across the room.
When Lestrade calls it doesn't normally have Sherlock this excited so something good must finally be happening now.
I swept a tiny bit of product through my hair befo
Safer To Hate Her - Sam x Reader - Prologue"I've got news about Lucifer if you guys are interested." Crowley announced to the Winchester after he had brought them back to his mansion.More Like This
He stood in front of them, swirling a tumbler of scotch.
"News?" Sam enquired stepping closer to him.
"Since Lucifer is out of the pit, thanks to you two, we thought he'd be after Sam."
Crowley walked around his desk, sipping on his scotch before setting it down and pulling out several files.
"You know being his true vessel and all," He looked at the boys. They stayed silent, patiently waiting for him to continue. "However the pattern that he had created to get to you has changed."
He pointed to several markings he had made on several sheets of paper that had various scribbles on it.
"It's changed? Why?" Dean got the first word in before Sam had the chance.
Crowley sighed, trying to find the words. "He's looking his little girl."
The boys exchanged confused looks between one another. "What?"
He took a finally swig of his scotch, the ice in