Stereotypes Intro [Humanstuck]Splash,splash,splash. The wet grass plus the mud underlow made these noises as you walkedStereotypes Intro [Humanstuck] by SilverCrow-kicks-you
up the dirty path to your to you unknown destination. You have no idea why you are doing
this. But this might need some explanation.
Your name is (pre-name) (post-name). You are a sixteen years old (gender) canadian.
From your personality are you rather calm and a bit shy, but also very kind and polite.
Except when it comes to sports and brawl, than you get wild, loud and violent and like to join fights, even if they aren't yours. Allo in all are you a perfectly stereotypical canadian, and maybe that's why you are here now.
A few weeks ago you and your family received a letter in which stood written that you were
chosen to be part of the "Five Worlds Project", a project of the
Social Kinds Agency of International Acting, short S.K.A.I.A. , which is about gathering
students from all over the world to live and study together as some kind of a peace treaty
between the nations of the world.
ReAl MaTuRe... (Gamzee x Grub!Reader)it landed on the troll who smiled lazily.kirmalight
"this could not end well..." everyone looked at you and kanaya hesitated while she handed you over to gamzee.
"i doubt that sis,this lil motherfucker shall stand by on a..." he began to think even though it doesnt look like it. "shall stand by on a fucking faygo bottle" then he ran away while everyone began to shout at him. but he stops. "oh yeah i fucking forgot" he puts you down on the floor. and ran back to the kitchen. you looked around, the place was big but it was mostly grey like the sofa it was dark grey, the table light grey, the curtains well that was green. there were stairs. you look back to the kitchen where the tall troll went. he came back with the bottle that they were using. he crouch down to you're eye level and smiled. "ready for fucking ride?" he said and gave a big lazy grin to you. you weren't sure what to do at this point but he picked you up and set you on top of his head. his hair was soft, but you cling to it with
A Beautiful Day- Sherlock x Reader OneshotThe sun peaked through the curtains of your shared bedroom, very uncharacteristic given the usual grey veil that normally covered the sky. You could feel it on your body, the mere warmth of it causing you to open your eyes. The light was almost blinding, but you didn’t mind. You relished sunshine as it was a rare pleasure living in London, it meant that it was going to be a glorious day, so you couldn’t just lie in bed all day. You stretched and tried to get up, but a groan at your side and the arm around your waist tightening prevented you from doing so. You giggled lightly, turning in the arm the held you so you could face its owner, your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. He was still asleep, of course, his handsome face etched with an adorable restful expression. You loved seeing him like this, relaxed and switched off, and loved it even more that nobody else saw him this way.Mauling-Savage-Sith
You smiled fondly at him, kissing his forehead lightly before lifting his arm up and wriggling off th
Sick (Sherlock X Sister!Reader)"Get up (f/n)! You have a visitor!"LowBattery00
So early in the morning? (f/n) smirked looking up at the ceiling as she lay flat on her bed, her fingers lightly tapping against her stomach. It dawned on her that it could only be one person. Who else would come to see her? JM maybe but only for the purpose of threats. She rose from her bed, following the guard through the long hallway. Stripped of her personal clothing and forced to don hospital wear of white, she walked barefoot, her shoes removed after she'd successfully escaped her room five times with them. No matter, she thought, there were other things to be used.
"Don't try anything this time, Holmes..." the guard, Henry, snatched her from her thoughts with his 20 years of smoking voice. His eyes might have been piercing to anyone else, but (f/n) was hardly one to be detoured by such petty attempts at instilling fear.
She smirked, her head hanging with her eyes closed, "I make no promises."
The man scowled, grasping her arm and
Kidding (Teen!Sherlock X Teen!Sister!Reader)It was a woman's body.LowBattery00
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the sight and glanced at (f/n). She rounded the corpse, kneeling down for closer inspection. Her face was a pretty one, marred by bruises and slashes straight across. Her clothing of simple hiking shorts and tank top seemed to be messy. (f/n) took a moment and concluded aloud to her brother, "A image obsessed health nut. She worked out but not without looking good doing it. There's a faded shade of maroon on her lips, but it's messy around her mouth. Maybe forced into a kiss she didn't want?" His mouth parted for words but she put a finger up, "Wait, I'm not done." He closed it, allowing her to continue.
"Another thing are the cloths, they're on her too messy. Almost like she rushed-but no, not her. She would never rush. I figure she'd spend about an hour and a half getting ready to work out. But maybe someone else was rushing to set clothes on and make a break for it? Don't speak, my questions are rhetorical. There's bruising around
Curiosity (Sherlock X Crazy! Sister)"Has it finally sank in, big brothers?"LowBattery00
The girl extended her arms like a bird. The Holmes' brother's looked up from their knees, Americans once again keeping them down with guns. Thanks to his unfiltered way, Sherlock had invited a swift punch to the cheek that left a dark bruise. Bound by mouth and wrists, the Holmes' could do nothing in the decision of their fate. Not like (f/n) currently was. Tied to the chair in the kitchen, all John could do was simply sit back and watch from a distance. Her palms faced the sky and she looked up, inhaling sharply before exhaling as she brought her gaze to their level, a smirk of pure smugness, "The stories mother used to tell us? They were about me. I am the East Wind, Mycroft. And I've got you." A single dark chuckle escaped her as Sherlock still attempted to communicate despite the fact that all anyone could hear were muffled sounds. She knelt to his level, taking his chin, " 'Fraid I can't hear a word your saying, Sherly. But I'll take
Inaudible (Sherlock X Reader)"She has a morbid sense of humor," John stated aloud, "Which is probably what draws him to her..."LowBattery00
John held his umbrella over himself to shield the sprinkling that was beginning, standing behind the yellow tape that cut off Baker St. with Lestrade. Another day, another murder, (f/n), liked to say. She looked at murder the same way the consulting detective did, which was another possible reason why he was infatuated with her. John had been hesitant over the last couple of weeks to use the word but he now knew it was the truth.
Sherlock Holmes- you're hearing me right, was infatuated with someone.
It seemed that whenever he was only a little baffled, he immediately demanded Lestrade to phone (f/n) and have her over to help. Not that he didn't require John's help in more combative situations, but he seemed to enjoy bringing her along for more... SVU type cases like this. The two stood over the covered body of a man, his loafers poking out of the cover. (f/n) spoke an inaudible conv