I Believe: ONE-SHOT (Reader Insert)More Like This
You hold a cool metal can in your hand just staring at the open canvas of the brick wall before you. It is a cold, wet day in London- so cold that your breath was coming out in clouds of white vapor, even through the bandana you are currently wearing around your nose and mouth. It has been raining all day and it finally let up enough to begin.
You shake the spray-paint can one more time before checking both ways in and out of the alley you were standing in, to make sure no one could see you. Satisfied, you lift the can towards the wall and begin to paint.
Making your first mark, the smell of the chemicals hit your nose in an almost comforting way. ‘Street art’ (aka the more sophisticated term for graffiti) is something you have done since you were just a teenager. It was a way of venting your frustration and getting it out of your system when you were younger, but now it isn’t just a place to let out your teen angst, it is a way of spreading the truth.
You have painte
BBC Sherlock x Reader: Love? Part 2More Like This
I slowly got up. "W-what?" I asked. "He likes you [f/n]." Watson repeated. I slowly walked past him and looked down the stairs. There sat Sherlock at the bottom of the stairs. He was regretting what he said. Anger boiled and I shoved Watson out. "I DONT CARE IF HE DOES! IF HE DOESNT CARE HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM I WILL DO THE SAME SO HE KNOWS HOW I FELT!" I shouted and slammed the door. I leaned against the door. "HOLMES!" Watson sounded annoyed with Sherlock now, "YOU ARE NOW ON YOUR OWN DURING INVESTIGATIONS UNTIL YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST DID!" I heard him storm down the stairs and slam the front door. I looked out the window and it was grey out. "I am going out for a bit. Want to-" "No." I interrupted. It was quiet for a bit. "Suit yourself." I looked up and opened the door. He was already leaving. I ran down the stairs and grabbed a jacket. I ran out the front door and he was already gone. "SHERLOCK!?" I looked all around. No Sherlock. I ran towards the beach hoping he was there. I gu
An Angel's Blessing Ch3- The WatcherMore Like This
Dean’s intestinal fiasco had all but been forgotten as the days went on. It still made him nervous, wondering just what Castiel had done to him, but he wasn’t dying… Since he had his health, Dean was currently heading off to the store. He was mildly worried; Castiel was off, that morning. Something about him seemed…mentally unstable. He seemed upset about something, but wouldn’t tell Dean what it was. He knew Castiel’s mind wasn’t %100 okay, so whatever was upsetting him could’ve been damn well anything. With this in mind, he told Sam to keep an eye on him, hoping it wasn’t anything serious.
So, Sam did keep an eye on him, to an extent. The risk of Castiel committing any kind of suicide was a low one, so he wasn’t watching him like a hawk. Merely coming to find him wherever he may be, asking if he was alright. At cur