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Nothing Else Matters -JohnSherlock- Ch7She was in there with John again. Second time that day that she was in there with his John. Oh how he despised having to let that she-witch near what was his. Something wasn't right with her. He couldn't put his finger on it. But there was something seriously wrong with sweet little Miss Mary. Something that clearly only he could see.
He watched them from his dark little corner of the room, the orange cat Orion curled up on his lap, lazily purring. The doctor talked about how much of a remarkable recovery John was making, how he should be able to go home in a few days. It made Sherlock's stomach churn. He did not want John to go home. He did not want him to go home to her.
Sherlock was watching her every move trying to figure out what exactly it was that made him hate her so much, besides the obvious fact that she was stealing his John.
There was something hiding just below the surface, something he could not quite…
"What?" He snapped fo
:Fiction: In MemorandumWARNING: This fiction drabble contains SERIOUS SPOILERS for The Losers graphic novel series!! Also, it hints at COUGARxJENSEN SLASH. Because there is not enough of it.
Former-Corporal Jake Jensen sat idly in Pooch's backyard as his niece ran around playing with Jasmine and Ashley. He had a beer in his hand. It wasn't his favourite beer, but it was the favourite of someone he'd cared a lot about. Pooch looked over past the girls. He held his spatula in his left hand as he flipped burgers. The stub where the top joint of his pinky used to be served as a permanent reminder of what they had been through together.
"Hey, Jensen, how many 'dogs did you say you wanted?" he asked.
"As many as I can eat," Jensen replied with a grin.
Pooch pointed an accusing finger at him "I ain't cookin' more than two packages, Jensen, you bottomless pit. You're gonna eat me and my babies out of house and home."
"Who's the one who invited me and Caylee over for dinner?" Jensen shot back
Damnsels in Distress
Damsels in Distress And the Saving There Of
It was dark. It was dark, and cold, and she was alone. That was all she could tell about the world around her. There was a dripping noise in the background, and the muffled, far off noise of a conversation. She tried opening her eyes, but the distinct feeling of material over them told her she was blindfolded and wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. Aisha experimentally tugged at her wrists and ankles, to find that they were bound tightly together. Her wrists also seemed to be tied to something, that upon further exploration, seemed to be a water pipe. For a few moments she tugged ineffectually at the bonds, in hopes that her captors really just didn't know how to tie a knot, but to no avail. With the luck she had been having in the last week, it was more than just a shot in the (literal) dark. The left side of her face and jaw throbbed relentlessly, and there were at least two broken fingers on her left hand. She could feel th
Back in The Bayou
Cougar and Aisha walked down the road in relative silence, neither of them having much of an inclination towards idle chit chat. Crickets chirped in the night time gloom, birds twittered as they settled in their nests, and the trees themselves sang as a warm, pleasant, wind rustled through the branches. Truth be told, the team van could have broken down in a worse place than an old dirt road in the back bayou of Louisiana.
Aisha had gotten a lead that informed them there was a contact down in some backwoods nowhere town that had inside intel on Max's current whereabouts, and seeing as it was the first lead they had gotten in weeks, they practically jumped at the chance to do anything but sit around.
The contact lived about an hour outside Monroe, Louisiana. I was only supposed to take an hour ride out, enough time to survey the area and verify the contact, time to interview the con
Dib is Sick - Chapter 57
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut and inhaling in sharply when Dib’s fingers found their way to his antennae, Zim squirmed a bit in his spot before relaxing again and exhaling out slowly, all the while suckling on Dib's bottom lip, having also missed the feel of the human’s mouth pressed against his own.
Resting his forehead against Zim's tiredly, Dib then exhaled out softly as his fingers massaging Zim's antennae twitched slightly against the sensitive stalks.
Enjoying all the attention his antennae were receiving, Zim could only breathe out against the side of Dib’s mouth in that moment before peeking his eyes open a bit and running his tongue up the side of Dib's face. Pulling away and smiling up at him lazily, he then moved his hands back down the human’s sides gently.
Dib let his movements slow as he smiled back down at the other before finally letting his head come to rest on the Irken's chest, his eyes closing as he felt himself drifting back off to sleep a
Dib is Sick - Chapter 58
Blinking his own eyes open when the gentle licks Zim had been giving his neck stopped suddenly, Dib shifted his gaze down to the now awake Irken just to let the thin antenna slip from his mouth, his own cheeks flushing a light pink before he tucked his head down to try and hide his face from the other against the Irken’s own head.
Zim hummed out a sigh and re-closed his eyes, moving his hand to locate Dib's hand and nuzzle his cheek against it. “Why'd you stop?” He asked in a small whine.
Dib lifted his head slightly to peek down at the other at the gentle nuzzle to his hand. “Y-You want me to continue?” His fingers twitched slightly against the others cheek.
Zim nodded his head. “Mmhmm...Only if you want to though.” He continued to nuzzle his hand softly.
Blush deepening, Dib then slowly leaned forward to take the antenna he hadn't been suckling on earlier into his mouth.
“Mmm...” Zim slipped one of Dib's fingers into his own mouth
Dib is Sick - Chapter 62
His body shivering from how cold it had gotten in the room, it wasn’t until at least a few hours later that Dib shifted in his sleep uncomfortably, trying to conserve what body heat he could.
Letting out a small whine and hugging Dib closely, Zim blinked his eyes open momentarily before closing them yet again, only a short moment passing before his eyes snapped wide open again and he jolted in his spot, remembering that they'd fallen asleep in the basement. He gave Dib a shake on the shoulder. “Dib, wake up!” He said in a small, panicked voice.
Letting out his own small whine, Dib shuddered in Zim's arms, his teeth chattering.
Zim shook him again. “Augh…Come on, Diiib! Wake up already and get off of Ziiiim!” He said frantically before noticing the other shivering on top of him. “...Dib...?” He then said the others name when he didn’t wake up right away.
His entire body having broken into shivers now, Dib shifted his eyes open after
Dib is Sick - Chapter 63
Tempted to shout out something that could get them into even worse trouble, Zim just frowned morosely at the wall, biting down on his lip to keep himself in check as they arrived at the room they had been in earlier.
Shaking her head and making a loud irritated noise, the nurse pulled Dib back over to the bed.
Wanting to stay close to Zim, Dib struggled slightly but inevitably got pulled away from the other to be placed back in the bed.
Once she had finished putting Dib back into bed, the nurse turned on Zim again. “Pull anymore stunts like that while you're here and I won't allow you to stay with Dib, even if his father DOES give you permission to stay. Now, I need to make a phone call to Dib's father and let him know we found you two. While I'm gone, I want you two to stay put and don't cause any more trouble.” She said before going to head for the door.
Zim just continued glaring off to the side with his arms folded until she finally left, his eye twitching. “RRGH!
Dib is Sick - Chapter 64
Looking back up at Zim, then down at the doll, and then back up at Zim again, Dib then held it up to compare the two side by side before looking over at the young nurse in the room with them, as though asking her opinion on it.
The nurse looked at the doll and then Zim. “You know, it really does look a lot like you, except without hair and the eye color is wrong.” she tilted her head to the side, giving it a good look over again. “It's kind of cute.” She then said before smiling over Dib.
Zim pouted and mumbled to himself quietly again. “...It looks nothing like me.... Zim is not cute....” He said under his breath, just loud enough for Dib to hear.
Bringing the doll back to his chest, Dib frowned and sank down in the covers a bit.
Zim looked back at him. “Whaaat!?” He sighed. “Ohhw...Okay...I guess it does look a little bit like me...” He then admitted before glancing back at the doll again to glare at.
Sinking back down into
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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