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Choice*moves quickly towards you and kisses you violently and passionately*
What do you do?
A) Step back quickly and look affronted.
B) Return the kiss with equal passion.
If option A:
*steps back slowly* I'm sorry. *turns and disappears* *loud noises are heard from the bedroom* *appears 20 minutes later with suitcases bulging* I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding. You will never have to deal with that from me again. Farewell. *bows deeply and shuts front door*
If option B:
*pulls you closer* *things begin intensifying* *leads to happenings of a sort I'd rather not put in print*
Thank you for playing.
Come Back, JohnJohn, why did you have to go to Waterford today of all days? You know I need you here, and not just to work on the case… -SH
Because Harry pitched a fit and refuses to talk to anyone else. She’s in her forties for christ’s sake! I haven’t got a clue what’s she upset about but Clara called and that’s why I’m going to Waterford. Trust me, I’d rather be back home than going to deal with my sister… -JW
Bullocks: they’re just trying to take you away from me again. At a guess, Clara confiscated the claret and hid it under the duvet in the guest bedroom. Don’t bother with the mixers. Clear it up fast and come back, please. –SH
How- oh never mind. I’ll be back as quick as I can. I’m not thrilled to be going you know. I think I can hear Harry shouting from the front garden. –JW
Oh lor. Ware the busssshes. Annnd say hi to clarr fr me. –SH luck with claret.
Have you been drinking? Never mind. Oh appa
ExhaustionSherlock slumped down facefirst into the couch, his brain overworked from an intense case he'd received from Lestrade a week ago. He'd been going for a week straight without food or sleep, and even he was looking haggard. –SH
John nudged the prone detective and placed a cup of tea on the table near the couch before sitting down his chair. –JW
Sherlock rolled over with a groan. John looked worried at the sight of the detective's overworked face: bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and loose skin from the weight that he didn't need to lose. "Must I, John?" he grumbled. –SH
"Yes" John gave Sherlock a very serious look and pointed at the cup of tea with absolute authority. "Drink it and I'll not pester you for the rest of the day about eating."-JW
Sherlock attempted to give John a death glare, which backfired with Sherlock's extreme tiredness. He sat up groggily and sipped at his tea. He made a face. "Really, John? Milk?" But he finished his tea without further comment, and, wh
Hearts (postlude) It was 18 months later, and John felt time stop as he watched the dark figure falling from the roof of St. Bart’s hospital. He could feel all his memories returning as the figure dropped in slow motion: all his memories of school, of his family, and most importantly, his memories of Sherlock. He remembered the first conversation they’d had, and the last. He realized Sherlock had always remembered those, throughout the past 18 months that they had been in the same flat. He wondered what it must have been like for him: remembering the conversations and the quarrel while John sat next to him, not remembering a word of it. He wished he’d been able to apologize. He had never wanted to say those awful things to his best friend, and every day in Uni and in Afghanistan he had wished he could take them back. Now it was too late. As he watched the only person he had ever cared for falling to his death, he cried without hope of being heard, “I’m sorry S
Hearts (chapter 8)When John passed by his old Uni colleague Mike Stamford in the park, he had no flash of recognition, nor anything to suggest that John had once known the man. Mike recognized John, however, and called him over. John pretended to recognize him, and indeed he had a vague sense that this was someone familiar. They had a short and rather awkward conversation over coffee, and when John mentioned that he was looking for a flat and a flatmate, Mike perked up.
“You’re the second person to mention needing a flatmate today,” Mike said. “Who was the first?” John asked, a bit interested. “Come on, I’ll take you to meet him,” Mike said cheerily, standing up from where they had been sitting.
The morgue of St. Bartholomew’s hospital was not a place one expected to meet a potential flatmate, but that was exactly where Stamford took John. They passed by a pretty young woman in the hallway and she seemed to cringe at the sight of John, but John didn&
Hearts (chapter 6)John managed to avoid speaking to Sherlock for the rest of the year. They did not shake hands at graduation, and when Mycroft, Greg Lestrade, Harry, and Harry’s girlfriend Clara came up to congratulate them both, they did not even look at each other.
John applied to medical school and was accepted. He didn’t inform Sherlock of his decision, though he was reminded of Sherlock telling John he wanted to be a doctor when they were both in primary school. He was fairly sure Sherlock was not going to be a doctor, so he hoped he could attend Uni far away from Sherlock Holmes and never think about him again. How wrong he was. The medical school John was attending was part of the same university as a world-renowned science school, and Sherlock was attending to become a scientist. They ended up having at least one class together every semester, and they graduated together, despite John’s finishing his degree several years early and Sherlock’s many fields of
Hearts (chapter 5)It was break on the first day of their last year of secondary school, and Sherlock was acting even more strangely than usual. As soon as they were outside, he grabbed John’s arm and dragged him bodily over behind a clump of bushes. By now, Sherlock was a good foot taller than John, even though he was four years younger. John looked askance at Sherlock and glanced regretfully back at Molly, who was looking rather stunned. “Sherlock, what are you doing?” he hissed. Sherlock looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening in. “Sherlock, no one can see or hear us back here. What do you want?”
“John, I don’t think you should keep seeing Molly Hooper,” he said finally. John was flabbergasted. Sherlock had dragged him all the way over here just to say that?
“What?” he said indignantly. “What do you mean? We’ve been going out for three years! I can’t just jilt her now for no reason. Besides, I really lik
Hearts (chapter 4)The next few years were strange for John. He and Molly had been going steady since that first week of secondary school, and he and Sherlock had remained friends (as much as Sherlock could have friends), but their friendship was strained. Sherlock would at times treat John the way he had since John was in fifth year, but would occasionally ignore him completely and at other times would be highly protective and possessive of John and try his hardest to keep him away from Molly. John was completely confused by Sherlock’s behaviour, and his life was made even more difficult when his sister Harry tried to flirt with Molly then brought home another girl the next week, when John’s parents went through a nasty divorce, and when Sherlock called John once to tell him in a disgusted voice that Mycroft had begun seeing one of their classmates, Greg Lestrade, and his parents were horrified.
Hearts (chapter 3)It was the first day of secondary school, and John was nervous. He tugged on the familiar red jumper. It was not the same jumper that Sherlock had commented on all those years ago – that jumper had long since been too small. This was a new jumper, but it was in the exact same shade of red that John (and Sherlock, he had discovered) loved so much. John stood anxiously at the top of the school steps and scanned the crowd. Soon he saw the familiar tall figure and black curly hair of the boy who had become John’s best friend during their years of primary school. He waved slightly, and waited for Sherlock to come up the stairs.
“Hey,” he said awkwardly, when Sherlock had arrived. “How was your summer?”
“Dull,” Sherlock said in a drawl. “New jumper. And it appears your sister and my brother are no longer seeing each other.” The two boys walked into the school together and joined the throngs that were trying to find their classrooms.
Fire Bomb - Avengers/Sherlock x Reader Ch. 9.5~Recap~
"Nothing at the mome- Wait! Who the hell is that?! What is that- AAAAARRRGH!!"
"(Y/N)! Can you hear me?!"
"It...it hurts..Sherly....a lot."
"Stay strong I'm coming!"
Sherlock jumped from his seat and ran out the door to hail a cab.
"Sherlock, wait! What's going on!?" John shouted to the consulting detective. Sherlock turned to everyone who was piling out of the flat now. "(Y/N) is in trouble. We mustn't waste any more time. Now come on!" he yelled as everyone (somehow) were getting into the cab.
"My, my, (Y/N). You sure are a strong little girl. But how long will you stay strong." I say as I smile at my new partner. Strange how he came from
A trip that changed a life chapter 19
A trip that changes a life chapter 19
“P-P-Princes Niles!” As you looked at the prince a light blush spreads across your cheeks as the memory of earlier came back. Niles slowly walks into your room. You noticed that he seemed a bit anxious. “Is everything alright my prince? Is there something you wish to talk to me about?”
“A-actually I came to give this back to you.” He then holds out the flower crown to you and them places it on top your head.
Atem turns a corner heading towards your room but sees Niles standing outside your door. Atem stops in his tracks.
“What is Niles doing?” He watched as Niles walks into your room. Atem quickly runs and looks in, to see that he has placed the flower crown on top your head.
Your eyes widen as you touched the flower crown on top your head. A smile spread across your lips.
“My flower crown, thank you Prince Niles.”
“It was fine. Um.. Earlier in the Libra
BBC Sherlock x Younger!Superpower!Reader Another boring day, thought Sherlock as he moped on the couch staring at the ceiling. He sighed as John came in with the groceries. "Any cases?" John asked as he set to putting away the food. Sherlock just grunted in response. He didn't have a single case for three weeks now. Has crime gotten that low? John sat on his armchair across from Sherlock. Suddenly, DI Lestrade ran up the stairs of the flat, breathless. Like he just ran a marathon.
"Ever heard of knocking Detective Inspecter?" Sherlock said as he sat up properly. "*huff* Sorry, *huff**huff* but you really have to see this.*sigh*" Lestrade takes a deep breath to try and compose himself. "There was a hugh fire in a house down the road from the Yard. There was only one survivor." "What does this have to do with me?" Sherlock asked, generally confused about why the DI came to him for this kind of case. "The survivor is a 14-year-old girl and she was in the heart of it all. Yet, there isn't a scrat
Youtubers x Reader - Pewdiepie part 1Misery: welcome to whatever the heck I’m making out of this CURSE YOU KRISTI (my cousin) FOR REQUESTING THIS!!!... I own nobody in this story, but I do own the story itself. And since I am such a perfectionist with information and backstories, here’s some infos to help you;
[F/n] - First name
[L/n] - Last name
[A] - age (please pick an age where you can have a job, please )
[S/C] - state & country
[e/c] - eye color
[h/c] - hair color
[ba/un] - badass username (to lazy to type it all, but to awesome to just put username ;D)
[f/c] - favorite color
[f/o] - favorite outfit (it’s Summer in this story, mind you)
You turn around to see... Pewdiepie!? You froze in place, the Pewdiepie, Felix Kjellberg, was standing behind you, wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say, your [e/c] eyes were just as wide/surprised as him. Quickly regaining your senses, you nodded.
Glory and Gore PrologueIf I told you what I was,
would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
everything I touch isn't dark enough.
Darkness now swirled at the edges of the dimension known as The End, where laughter once arose everyday until time to sleep, now it was nothing more than a farm, worked by the people who lived there. The 'ruler' went by the name Meteor, a ruthless Ender Dragon hybrid who was the only one in the entire dimension who knew the truth about what happened originally. But no matter how hard she tried to silence the rumors of the rightful ruler coming back, they always remained strong. Now she was dealing with the child who was proclaimed their 'savior'.
A small girl, no older than thirteen, was on her knees in front of the golden throne as Meteor twirled the End scepter in her grasp "Anything to say for yourself child? I am being kind with your punishment by letting you live
(9) JackxElsa: The calm before...Elsa walked to the balcony of her newly-made ice palace with her hands outstretched, reveling in the feel of the sun on her pale skin. The sky was cloudy, the air was cold with a light passing breeze and the queen had never felt more alive in her life.
Taking a deep breath, she spun in happiness before allowing herself to simply enjoy the sight of the sun over the mountains. Resting her arm on the balcony railing with her chin on the palm of her hand, a content sigh passed her lips. Everything that had happened in the course of a few hours had felt like nothing less than a dream...and yet, as she gazed upon the colors that reflected through the ice of her castle walls, she knew it was all real.
As she basked in the silence that the mountain offered, her thoughts wandered...
...and she started to wonder what had possibly happened to a certain invisible companion of hers.
Was he back in her room waiting for her return, unaware of the chaos? Or maybe --
As if on cue, a light breeze b
Run Away from AdminsYou ran.
You couldn't stay here longer. Quickly after you ran, the admins and so called CaptainSparklez saw you run off
" Hey wai-"
" Damnit! " , you heard one of the admins cussing as the Captain tried to run after you but Torch stopped him. Arguing were heard.
" We need to go find them! " , said a man; CaptainSparklez.
" No " Athenez replied gently as Captain got mad. " They're going to die if we don't help them! " Torch spoke sadly.
" You know how it was when we got here,Torch.. Captain, I know YOU remember how you felt. Last person we tried to run after fell to their death. Because we were following them. Let them calm themselves, maybe, just maybe they can remember were the big lake is. Shouldn't be that hard to find.." Athenez had added.
You didn't catch the rest. It got more softly and quieter as you ran off.
You didn't know how long you were running; but the day was going by fast.
You weren't looking where you were going, shaking your head out of your thoughts
(13) JackxElsa: FreedomJack let out a groan as he slid down against the wall of his dark, icy prison, with his shoulder sore from having been rammed into the thick layer of ice. He didn't see how trying to break the ice with sheer physical force would've helped, but he had been desperate enough to try anything once.
"When I get out of here..." Jack said with a light pant and resting his back on the wall, much of his energy having been wasted on his fruitless attempts. "I'll remember... give Pitch...a beating that'll last him...for centuries and..." He groaned and slumped down. "...never...to do that...again."
The next few moments were spent with his frustrated thoughts and regaining his energy. Thankfully, he was encased in ice, so it helped. A sigh escaped his lips. He couldn't count the number of times he attempted to break out of his prison, though he could count what he had already tried.
One, he tried brute force with his pow
Hearts (chapter 7)After leaving medical school, John joined the army as a medic. After four years he was sent to Afghanistan, which was a living hell. John saw friends gunned down beside him while he lay helpless in a trench. He saw many young soldiers that he was unable to save because they had lost so much blood. A young woman that he had thought he had loved was killed while John watched. And still he survived. Something kept him going and kept him from harm. One day while his company was in the trenches, shooting and being shot, John was yelling at a friend to get down when he himself was shot in the shoulder. He remembered very little of that afternoon, except that everyone else died save one young man who inexpertly attempted to help take care of the wound. The few weeks went by with John hardly noticing a thing. When he finally emerged from his quasi-comatose state, he could remember almost nothing except that last battle. He could recite his mother’s phone number and street address, he cou
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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