The Avengers - Stony Request - Wings by lemonlollipop, literature
Literature
The Avengers - Stony Request - Wings
It was a calm, peaceful morning. Steve felt the first rays of sunshine playing on his cheeks, and turned on his back, facing the white ceiling. He blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep away. It was time to get up and start his morning. Lazily, he stretched his arms above his head and slowly straightened his wings - slowly, not only because they became a bit stiff during his sleep, but also because he was careful to not knock anything over from the nightstand. Last yawn, last blink, and he sat on the bed, ready to get up. Quick breakfast, quick shower, a bit of grooming his wings.. the same drill every morning. A half hour later, he was
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"Jesus, isn't EXTRA fucking cold today," Tony shivered and rubbed his hands together for warmth looking out through the large wall window and sees the milky white clouds hover all over the city,"Like seriously, is the 'climate change' really effecting us that bad?" Steve chuckled, "Yeah, I guess so." Tony turned and glared at Steve, that bastard, he's used to this of course. Tony on the other hand hates the cold, he loved warm weather and the fresh breeze. He loves the warmth of the
JOHNLOCK How to make jam taste sweeter. by LustyPieLita, literature
Literature
JOHNLOCK How to make jam taste sweeter.
How to make jam taste sweeter
As the sun started to set over London. Sherlock sighed in his green chair giving his tea cup a death stair, as it was now empty.
“John! Can you make a cup of tea.” Sherlock looked behind his shoulder to a rather busy john working on his blog.
“Get it yourself Sherlock,” John muttered under his breath at the rather bored detective.
“Well fine I will then.” John listened as he heard Sherlock storm into the kitchen behind him.
*mutter, mutter grumble.* “oh Sherlock why do you let things like this get to you..” john muttered under his breath while smirking.
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The Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock) by BBRaeluv, literature
Literature
The Dreams of a Burnt Soul-(Johnlock)
The Dreams of a Burnt Soul
John sighed heavily in his sleep as he bit his lip. The dreams, they were coming again. He could smell him . He could sense him . He could hear his breathing. He could feel his presence. John didn't dare open his eyes. He knew, from the hundreds of other times these haunting dreams, that Sherlock would not be there when he wrenched his eyelids open. They were a weird type of dream. In the dream it was as if he was awake, yet when he opened his eyes to see him, to embrace him, it was then that would awaken.
These resplendent nightmares were a blessing and a curse for John. The first few dreams left him catatoni
Johnlock - Electricity by summersong123, literature
Literature
Johnlock - Electricity
Shock flooded through me. All this time
Every time he'd got in the way of a relationship, called me to him when I was in danger, saved my life. How could I have been so blind?
Electricity crackled through every nerve of my body, as he stared at me intently. I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my breath rasping from my lungs. Everything was ultra-clear, every contour of his face, the piercing blue of his eyes.
All this time, I'd thought him incapable of caring, of romantic love certainly and now
He stood so close. I could hear each breath, just as harsh as mine; his eyes searching mine for an answer. Tentatively,
all because of one sheet (Johnlock) by weird-raven, literature
Literature
all because of one sheet (Johnlock)
"John?"
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
"Would