Cluedo (A Sherlock Fanfic)Sherlock sat in the armchair; legs apart, fingers drumming. John lowered his newspaper slightly to glance at his flatmate. A strand of the younger man's curly mop fell into his eyes and he attempted to blow it out of the way, contorting his face into a strange sort of underbite expression to do so.More Like This
"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John placed the paper on his lap and clasped his fingers together, a habit he had picked up when talking to patients.
"Bored John," He leapt from his chair, his dressing gown dancing from the sudden movement. "I need a case."
John took a breath and put his finger to his lips in thought. He had an idea; "Sherlock, have you ever heard of Cluedo?"
"Oh don't be so stupid Lestrade!" Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I have Colonel Mustard, so it can't b-"
"-Sherlock," John interrupted, "You're not supposed to tell people what cards you've got, how many times?"
"Well we're never going to solve this if we withhold evidence. It's against th
Mistletoe [Loki x Reader]You had a nice bed. A great bed. A big one, big enough for two, and a big room, and an other-worldly boyfriend, and a hot French “mommy” who could cook, and life was so good.More Like This
But it was life in the Underground and life in the Underground is colorless, literally. You could almost physically feel someone applying a sepia-toned filter to your life. There were fairies and sparkles and the fire gang (who sort of frightened you, frankly), and it was all interesting and no day was the same, but everything just looked like clay or something, all grey and beige with maybe some red. Even in the sky; there was no sun, which didn’t necessarily bother you, but there were always clouds, orange ones, and the color was beginning to rattle your nerves.
You had requested, of course, for Loki to take you to the garden; but surprisingly, the weather down here followed the seasons, and the Underground’s winters were cold. The garden was in complete hibernation,
Smile (TonyxReader) One-ShotMore Like This
When you first left me
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What'cha do that for?
What'cha do that for?
Tony Stark had always been known for being a womanizer. He was a man that people just never thought would settle down. He too at some point he would always be running from one woman to the next in one, big unhappy cycle. When he met Pepper, he thought that things would be different. At first things were awkward for the couple and they still didn’t know how far their relationship would go. They eventually got comfortable with another however things started to fall apart. Their personalities made them clash with each other many, many times. Tony would find himself being the life of the party while Pepper would suck the life out of the party. He thought that she could keep him balanced but sometimes she was too much of a buzzkill.
Not only that, but it was pretty obvious Pepper couldn’t keep up with the action-packed
Tony x Child! Reader |I'm Coming Home|More Like This
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
(Name) Stark, daughter of the world’s favorite billionaire, stared out of the window with a frown on her face, her small brow furrowed as she observed the throngs of people travelling around at rush hour. She had a natural talent for recognizing faces, but the falling rain tended to obscure her vision.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
She’d caught him drinking again. He’d been trying non-stop to go cold turkey on the drinks. Which isn’t the easiest thing when you’re suffering from alcoholism. She sighed at the memory. (Name) had begun to scold him, however being four years old didn’t prove for much influence on the man. Not when he was as drunk as he had been that night, anyways.
“You’re just a little kid, (Name). You don’t un