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Okay, I’m not sure how popular xOc stories are, but I find them easier to write than xReader xD Hope you enjoy anyways… Oh, a warning, this has swearing, but this is Lovino... (And Alex…) ---------------------- Alex walked through the student filled halls, her head low and her olive green hoodie hood up, making a point of covering her eyes with her long jet black fringe. ‘I’m sick of being the new kid…’ She thought bitterly, ignoring everyone around her. Alex Carter in one word was a troublemaker, she had been expelled from lots of previous schools, mainly for standing up to the school bullies, an

Sherlock was busy in the kitchen, experimenting with a head he had kept in the refrigerator for a few days, John was sitting in his chair, laptop in his lap as he blogged about some of their recent cases, and then there was you. You sat cross-legged on the couch as you read a book, Oliver Twist, a classic novel by your favorite author, Charles Dickens. You seemed like a quiet trio of friends, but anyone who knew you better, like Mrs. Hudson or Lestrade or even Mycroft, knew that all three of you were a bomb waiting to go off. Sherlock as the world’s only consulting detective, a perfect career he made up for himself. John was a retired w

It had been weeks since the incident. Everything seemed to go back to normal on Baker Street. Sherlock continued to be an annoying know-it-all. John kept on blogging. And you were often at 221B. It was more of a home than your actual flat. Except for the nightmares. They never seemed to get better. Only worse and more vivid as time went on. What if Sherlock didn't get to you in time? What if the crazy man had the chance to keep you? Would he have blown you up? Or, something much, much worse? These were things the night terrors focused on. Picking out one of the fears of your mind and conjuring it up into a 'reality'. You never dare tol

Lesson 2 ~Free run~ After the message faded away from the air you had to wait what seemed an eternity to you, it were at least 10 minutes that you spend running around chasing the twinkling lines in the air until being out of breath, you were waiting lying down in the floor when the familiar tremble came in. -Finally! –You shouted, the room of the animus vanished and became the vivid landscape of the countryside, you were back, your mates already in formation waiting for you to join, Ezio was in there as well waiting for you to come along. -I’m happy to see all the improvement you have made. –He looked at you specifically

Ezio X Reader        The calming chirps of birds and laughter of small children were the sounds you could hear as you sat near a tree, sketching away in your book. Your senses were one of the many things that inspired you as you created your art in the shade. All the sweet aromas from the bakeries, the beautiful architecture around you, and all the different expressions of happiness from the kids that played not too far from you gave you motivation to capture the moment. It made your art a lot more realistic. You brushed away a lock of your (H/C) hair that had decided to set itself free from the imprisonment of the bun and continued to gli

Humming softly, you made your outline of your inspiration. Today, you decided to sketch the park. It was the perfect day to do so, the trees blossoming in the spring, kids playing on the grass, and a woman and man dancing. A small band playing the violin. Perfect. You were actually working under Leonardo da Vinci as a student. It had to be in secret though because according to the men, "Women have no talent in the art category, only in housework and chores." You scoffed at the idea, fully knowing your skills, if you had any, was far greater than theirs. "Do not listen to them (y/n). They do not know what they are talking about!" You reme

"...and one chocolate doughnut." The kid said, pointing at the doughnut behind you. You rolled your eyes. Why do people point? You knew what a chocolate doughnut looked like! "Anything else?" You sighed, handing him the doughnut. His eyes lit up as he grabbed it. He handed you a five dollar bill. "No, ma'am. You can have the change!" He shouted, running out of the store. You held the money as looked at it. "So...the total is 3.15. Subtract 5... My money is 1.85. Cool." You smiled. You glance at the clock and you had one more minutes of your shift. Yes. You worked at Dunkin Doughnuts. You got free doughnuts for free, though. So it wasn't a

You stood in the area outside Mrs. Hudson’s door staring in the mirror. You fidgeted with the bottom of your dress trying to smooth out any wrinkles in the black fabric. After it was smoothed you then ran your hands up and down the long lace sleeves trying to make the fabric lay straight. Even then you couldn’t stop yourself from fidgeting because something still felt off. The hem fell just above your knee and it felt weird not having the usual feel of jeans against your legs. You were only wearing the dress because you were taking Mrs. Hudson out to dinner and she wanted to go to this new fancy Italian restaurant. A place like th

“Unlike you to bring a date, Mycroft.” Sherlock said flatly to his brother. It didn’t take a genius to determine that Sherlock did not approve of Mycroft inviting strangers into their parents’ home. He had been watching you since the moment you walked into the house with his older brother. At first glance, he thought you were just another of Mycroft’s assistants, but your phone remained out of sight, so that was ruled out. A good thing too, Mother hated when either of them brought work home with them. Mycroft chuckled softly and shook his head. You were a dear friend of his, yes, but a date? “She’s

Summary: You and John explain to Sherlock what it means to have a favorite person. “So this man is innocent, and was framed by his brother so that he would be sent to prison?” John asked Sherlock, making sure he understood correctly. “Yes, it’s very obvious,” Sherlock said as he began playing a slow tune on his violin. “That’s terrible,” John stated, “doing that to your own brother.” “His brother was probably the favorite,” you replied from Sherlock’s chair, taking a bite of an apple Mrs. Hudson had given you earlier. “Favorite? What does that have to do

His green eyes twinkled mischievously as he approached you. His mouth pulling into a thin smirk. “Midgardian, do tell me why you keep returning to call on me?” You chewed on you bottom lip, not quite sure of the answer yourself. You worked alongside S.H.I.E.L.D, helped them to develop new technology and ways to contain dangerous people. Loki, a so called god was currently contained by one of your best inventions. At first you only visited him to make sure the electric force field around his cell was up to the task. He would watch you, as you went through the records and checked data. Sometimes he spoke to you, and ignoring Fury&