Cold - MormorIt was freezing. The heater was broken and there was a horrible draft. They were in the dead of winter and a hail storm was raging outside, the tiny balls of ice beating at the window violently. It was surprising that the glass didn't shatter altogether.
Jim sat on the couch with Sebastian's hoodie and a blanket wrapped around his small figure. He was tempted to go downstairs and yell at someone about it, but he didn't want to move from his warm cocoon he created around himself. It was too cold to even think about moving. He didn't dare let his fuzzy-sock-covered feet touch the icy ground.
He silently urged Sebastian to come back to their flat faster. He was out on a job Jim gave him earlier, no doubt out there in the freezing mess that people called the weather. Jim smiled slightly at the thought. That Sebastian would sit out there in the swirling flurry of ice, unseen and waiting for the perfect time to shoot, all for him.
It was at that time that Sebastian decided to walk into the f
Late night visit - MormorIt was way past midnight, Jim was already lying in bed when heard a knock on his front door. He sighed in annoyance. He had been in the middle of plotting a new and brilliant crime to ease his boredom and bring some entertainment.
The dark haired consulting criminal stood up and checked the time on his mobile phone. Two o' clock in the morning. He frowned. Whoever this was, Jim would personally skin the person if it wasn't important! And he could only think of one person who would dare to knock at his door at this time of night, let alone think of only person that knew where he lived. He would skin him alive and turn him into shoes!
"Who is it?" Jim called through the intercom.
"Really, Jim? It's me, Seb. Don't tell me you considered anyone else to come visit you. It would certainly surprise me if someone else came to see" Seb told him dryly, but something didn't sound quite right with his voice, Jim noticed alarmed. "I have a little problem here. Care to let me in?" His voice sounded
Sherlock Chatroom (x Drunk!Reader) - 9A/N: So, before this starts, I want to let you know that you are all working on a really difficult case early in the morning at Scotland Yard.
So let the game begin!
(y/n) has logged on.
(y/n) has started a chatroom.
Lestrade has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
Moriarty has logged on.
John has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
John: Ugh I hate my life. Why are we still here? We've been up all night!
Lestrade: Sherlock, can't we just take a break? We've been up for more than two days!
Sherlock: THERE HAS TO BE A CONNECTION SOMEWHERE
John: Remind me why I'm friends with you?
(y/n): Guys, I brought coffee.
*loading, too many messages sent at once*
Lestrade: YOU'RE AMAZING (Y/N)
John: YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER
Sherlock: THANK GOD
Mycroft: THANK YOU (Y/N)
(y/n): No problem.
Moriarty has sent a private message to (y/n).
*Did you drug the coffee like we talked about?*
(y/n) has sent a private message to Moriarty.
*Yep! They're all gonna get drunk as hell.*
Moriarty: > : )
Momentary PhaseCome home. –SM
What do you need? - JM
Tell me why and then I'll consider it. – JM
Jim, please. Just come home. -SM
Jesus Christ Sebastian, your whining is so terribly grating on my nerves. Yes, I will come home. Give me twenty minutes and I'll be there. – JM
Jim removed the papers stacked upon his desk and dismissed the pathetic client before him; he wasn't going to be worth his time anyway. He hailed a cab and gave an address just about a block from their flat, one can never be too careful. Jim walked the distance to the flat in little time, letting his head roll about the different reasons that Sebastian could want him home. Upon reaching the flat he unlocked the door and entered,
"Sebastian. This better be good. I had a client."
Sebastian had thrown himself across the couch, phone on the table. He let out a low hum to let Jim know where he was, trying to figure out how to say it. Saying it meant it was real and allowing it to be real wasn't an option currently. He shook
Star Trek - Fanfiction (Star Trek x Reader) You had been surfing the internet earlier, and you had discovered the funniest thing - a fansite about the Enterprise crew. After doing so much for Starfleet, you and the crew had become famous, in a way. And when you're famous, and when your fans go on the internet, there are a few things that come out of it - mainly fanfiction and ships. You began to read the main page on the site.
Some were pretty funny.
'KirkandSpockForever says: Ohmygosh kirk and spock SO totally belong together!!'
'ILovetheENTERPRISE says: Oh. My. Gosh. I know!! someone should just confess already!
Some were mean.
'starfleetsucks says: why are people freaking out about this? the enterprise is lame'
And some were just downright creepy.
'KirkBonesSpock says: Imagine if Kirk, Spock, and Bones were together in bed and'
At that point your stopped reading. Then you noticed a 'fanfiction' tab on