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devastated

“No, no, no. Jim, please no.”
The blood is spreading on the pavement. It’s staining his clothes.
“Please, Jim, no. You can’t do this!”
His eyes are still open. Sebastian slides Jim’s eyelids closed.
“Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you for taking away the one thing I cared about. Fuck you.”

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 01.05.2015 @ 7:23 am

stolen

“What the- Where’s my shirt?”

“Which one?”

“You bloody well know which one, Lee. The one I was wearing last night?”

“Oh yeah, that was a challenge to take off, wasn’t it? I don’t know, Rich. You must have put it down somewhere.”

“For God’s sake, Lee, if I found out that my favourite shirt was stolen by my boyfriend I could just strangle you.”

“But it smells like you!” *pout*

(yes, I’ve been recently obsessed with Richlee do not question the Princess of Hell)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.30.2013 @ 8:03 pm

squint

“Martin, are you alright?”

“Yes, Douglas. Of course I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because Sir is squinting at the controls as if he doesn’t know how to operate them, despite the fact being that he has memorized all 6 flight manuals cover to cover?”

“Oh, just.. shut it. I’m concentrating.”

(I should continue this one…)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.27.2013 @ 11:43 pm

mirage

“Carlos, what is that?”

“I think that’s a blinking red light on top of a mountain.”

“A mountain? Those don’t exist!”

“Well, we’re standing in front of one right now so I think it’s time to believe it.”

“But… that can’t be! Last time there was something like that, you said it was a mirage!”

“I think it’s another mirage right now. C’mon, Cecil, let’s forget about that for the moment while I cook us dinner.”

“Oh, Carlos. Perfect, beautiful, Carlos. You sure know how to be convincing.”

“Alright, now let’s get back home.”

(Aww, yiss, my first Cecilos dialogue! \m/)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.26.2013 @ 9:34 pm

biblical

“What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Castiel.”
“Strange name. How’d your parents come up with that name?”
“It’s biblical. I’m named after an angel.”
“Are you siblings also named after angels?”
“Yes. Anna, Michael, Gabriel, and Lucifer.”
“Lucifer? Was he picked on when he was a kid?”
“No, we just call him Luke to spare him the shame.”
“Hmm… I like you Castiel. Mind if I call you angel?”
“That wouldn’t be too much of a bother.”

(Yes, a Destiel AU where Dean is an exotic dancer and Cas is human.)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.26.2013 @ 4:29 am

transmission

“Ugh, why isn’t the message coming through?”
“Maybe it’s because you haven’t turned on the signal?”
“Aw, what? Oh yeah! Ehehe, whoops!” *turns on signal*
“You know you should use that brain more often. Maybe you might even understand how the transmission works.”
“Oh, shut up. You still love me despite my idiocy”

(might be McKirk, IDK)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.22.2013 @ 6:20 am

compass

“There is no way that we’re crossing that lake!” Sherlock protested.
“Well, there’s no way around it and Price is getting pretty far at this pace,” John said, looking around.
“Maybe we can find some sort of shortcut…” Sherlock muttered.
“For God’s sake, just get in the bloody lake!” John said as he shoved Sherlock forwards. he fell face first into the icy cold water, coat and all.
Sherlock’s teeth were chattering when he was able to surface. “What was that for?!” he yelled at John.
John was deliberately ignoring Sherlock as he looked at his compass. “Well, he left a note that said go north and… oh,” he looked behind his shoulder.
Sherlock got out of the water and was soaking wet. He’s going to need a hot shower after this. “What? Did we take a wrong turn?” he asked.
“Yeah, seems like it. North was actually that way,” John said, pointing in the direction they came from.
Oh, bloody hell, Sherlock thought. What a way to get yourself wet and waste time.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 01.13.2013 @ 4:12 am

whether

“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.

He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human standing there. So smart yet so… primitive.

He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.

“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and they were close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.

A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.

He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.

“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last time you had sex? A hundred years ago?” he joked with another playful peck.

“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.06.2012 @ 10:18 am

“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.

He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human sitting there. So smart yet so… primitive.

He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.

“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and walked to the Master close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.

A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.

He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.

“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last time you had sex? A hundred years ago?” he joked with another playful peck.

“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.06.2012 @ 5:38 am

“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.

He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human sitting there. So smart yet so… primitive.

He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.

“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and walked to the Master close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.

A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.

He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.

“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last you had sex? 900 years?” he joked with another playful peck.

“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.

A/N: Sorry, just a little Wholock to cheer me up! :)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.06.2012 @ 5:34 am

dehydrated

Why did this case lead them to the desert again? Oh right, they had to go to Egypt. It felt like some sort of treasure hunt, Sherlock thought. The murderer kept leaving clues leading to his next victim, which would be in a place father than his last one. Not a wise choice, leaving obvious hints but a little challenging for the travel.

“God, Sherlock. Of all the places, he had to choose Egypt,” John said, drinking the last few drops from his canteen. “Haven’t you drank from yours yet?” he said.

“Don’t remember drinking at all,” Sherlock replied.

John’s eyes widened. “For God’s sake, Sherlock! You HAVE to! You’ll get dehydrated if you don’t drink in the next 2 days!” John exclaimed.

“Whatever you say, doctor,” Sherlock huffed and took a small swig from his flask. He had to save up for emergencies, after all.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 09.01.2012 @ 6:49 am

chain

Sherlock was having a little fun with this “client”. A little too obedient, she thought.

Once again, a case has brought her undercover, but this time as a dominatrix. Complete with the all black leather get-up and a whip. She didn’t like the idea at first but really. Bossing people around and getting paid for is quite interesting and not boring.

But she doesn’t actually touch her “clients”, which makes her all the more famous as a dominatrix. Sherlock scowled at that. She was expecting a low profile but she wasn’t interested in having sex with her clients. Too boring and too strange, considering her “curse”.

“Please… Use me… Beat me… Chain me,” she heard her target, Craig, pant from behind her. She’s slapped him quite enough times to get him going for more. Better give him what he wants, she thought.

“Fine, but on one condition…” she said with her dominatrix smirk. The poor little sod nodded and knelt in front of her. She picked up the handcuffs in her bag and locked them on Craig’s wrists. She got a chain and attached it to the cuffs and locked it on the nearest post. She could see in the blighter’s eyes the pain and excitement. She walked over to her slave and cooed in his ear “Tell me what you know about The Doctor.”

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 08.25.2012 @ 4:47 pm

event

“Left right left…” John awkwardly moved his feet to keep up with Sherlock’s rhythm. She was teaching him how to waltz for the case and he seems to be doing well for a beginner.

Now that Sherlock could change genders, it benefited their solving cases greatly. They could slip in alleyways and pass as two lovers spending time together. Not that they’re actually lovers. Or are they?

“John, you’re moving out of rhythm,” Sherlock brought him back to reality and John snapped his attention to finding the rhythm again.

“Right, sorry,” he stuttered.

Sherlock shook her head. She should stop being in her female form for a while. It seemed to be distracting John while they’re on cases. If he can’t even dance a simple waltz, how could they get in the event their suspect is attending?

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 08.19.2012 @ 11:23 pm

porter

“Go undercover AGAIN?” Sherlock asked incredulously. She was in her female form because she couldn’t bother showering after last night’s rain.

“I’m sorry, but none of our officers didn’t want to do the job and now we only have you left,” Lestrade said. He was sure that Sherlock would go undercover for this case. It was him (or her) that investigated on it in the first place.

John patted Sherlock’s shoulder. “Fine, we’re going,” he said as enthusiastically as he could. Sherlock huffed petulantly and walked over to her bedroom. Probably going over the new disguises she bought online. Now that she could go both genders, she decided to take advantage on this should some disguises require a specific gender.

—–

Sherlock and John were impeccably dressed. John in a sharp tuxedo and Sherlock in a sleeveless black dress that cut down to mid-thigh. John couldn’t help but take a slightly longer than usual glance at Sherlock’s legs. She was wearing matching heels that was only about an inch or two. He wondered how Sherlock could wear such when she was used to wearing a waistcoat and trousers when going to events like these.

“John, you should know I’m doing this for the case,” Sherlock said as she linked her arm with his as they walked down a carpeted aisle outside the building. John snapped out of his thoughts and nodded.

They approached a man in a suit and Sherlock said a name that was probably as powerful as Mycroft’s because the man led them straight in. The porter opened the door right away as they entered the gala.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 08.18.2012 @ 8:43 pm

suggestion

“What if you go undercover?” John asked.

Sherlock was pacing Lestrade’s office. He had a case involving famous companies but that wasn’t much of the problem, he already figured it out. All he needed was a confirmation of his theory.

“How will I go undercover? I don’t even know where he goes,” Sherlock said.

“Well, it says here that he frequents a strip club. It’s called Hellfire and it’s just near,” Lestrade butted in.

“What are you expecting me to do? Dress up as some gay stripper and offer Mr. Winton service?” Sherlock said with a snort.

“No, but..” John said, grabbing Lestrade’s glass of water. He looked at it and he looked at Sherlock and back at the glass again. Lestrade tilted his head in curiosity.

Sherlock’s eyes widened when he could see a mischievous smile playing at John’s lips. He was about to protest when a splash of tap water hit his face. John’s laughter was barely contained and Lestrade’s jaw dropped.

“I’m not taking this unspoken suggestion of yours, John. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I will NOT go to a strip club as a female and give Mr. Winton a lap dance!” Sherlock almost shrieked.

Lestrade’s mouth couldn’t be any more agape. “What the…?”

John chuckled. “Long story,” he said with a grin.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.10.2012 @ 11:57 am

overalls

“Now, Sharon. Just give us a little more sexy in the next one, ok?” Sherlock’s “manager” says.

She’s been going undercover as a model for a case and she needed to be in her female form to qualify the magazine she was modeling for. She already hated it and what was worse was the magazine she was working for: Playboy.

They only put her in the lower positions ((sorry, not good in stuff like these)) because she refused to pose fully naked on photo shoots. She only poses in those pictures of girls wearing very skimpy clothes like too short mini-skirts or just in their panties.

She shuddered as she dreaded the next theme: farm. They gave her nothing to wear but a pair of (hideous) short, denim overalls.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.07.2012 @ 11:28 am

science

“You do know they’ve found the God particle, right?” John asked Sherlock, looking up from his laptop. “Although I understand a little about this subject, this must be important for you.”
“Of course it’s important, John. Why else would I be conducting experiments about atoms for the past few days?” Sherlock called out from the kitchen. He must have found out about it before anyone else thanks to his brother.
There was a little smoke coming from there and John shook his head and continued reading on the article he found online. “This would make a great leap for science,” it said.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.06.2012 @ 5:09 am

modem

“Here we go again,” John thought when his internet browser informed him it couldn’t connect to the internet when he just finished an entry about a case. “Sherlock, if you keep disturbing our connection with your experiments, I’ll have to take out our modem,” he threatened.
There was silence in the kitchen where Sherlock was working on and the connection was back again. John smirked knowing full well Sherlock can’t do his work without the internet for research.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.05.2012 @ 1:57 am

harness

Now this is getting ridiculous, Sherlock thought as he entered the strip club. The suspect frequented this particular club and Sherlock went in his female form to look for him and give him “service” before drugging him and getting information out of him.
As Sherlock pressed through the crowd, she couldn’t help but shudder every time the harness she wore as a disguise press against her nipples. Oh god, why oh WHY did Mr. Winton have to go to such places? She could’ve just confronted him in an alleyway in his male form but NO. John insisted this was better than going face to face with him.
She scowled at her present situation but quickly changed it into a sly smile as she found Winton and closed the curtain surrounding the table he was seated in. She approached Winton in her sexiest fashion and purred “You are going to LOVE your time with me, baby” against Winton’s ear.
She may look like she’ll enjoy this, but in her mind, she’s downright SICK of acting like a slut.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.02.2012 @ 8:00 pm

motion

John came home from a break-up. Sherlock could always tell when some boring woman is ending her relationship with the army doctor. Sherlock looked at John and nodded. Sherlock stood up and approached John to give him that reassuring hug that always made his flatmate sigh and lean in to the contact.
After a few moments of standing there, just holding each other, Sherlock swayed to some rhythm he created in his mind. John followed him after he got the beat. Soon they were slow dancing and relishing the slow, soothing motion that always calmed each other down.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.02.2012 @ 1:52 am

chills

The water dumped on Sherlock’s head certainly woke him up. He gasped as he looked down on himself and groaned. “Oh, not again,” he thought. Ever since that incident, Sherlock turns into his female form every time he was splashed with cold water and turns back when he bathes in warm water.
John smirks mischievously at “her” and greets her with a sly “good morning” as his hand travels up Sherlock’s thigh. Sherlock shudders, aroused. She realized that females were more sensitive in sex and she always had the chills every time John signaled that he wanted a make-out session with Sherlock as a female.
“Oh, this will be a confusing, yet fun life,” she thought as she let her mouth be taken by the army doctor. (when I say she, I meant Sherlock in his female form, k?)
*inspired by my on-going fic*

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 07.01.2012 @ 4:36 am

distributor

((not much Sherlock inspiration here)) So, a bit about the author of this barely used account.
Dad was a distributor of Nestle products. You know, stuff like KitKat and Milo. Anyway, he works from home because the warehouse that had the products he distributed IS (or was; we moved out) the house.
Oh god, this doesn’t make any sense. I’m out.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 06.27.2012 @ 4:09 am

cathedral

There was a choir practicing somewhere in the upper levels. The organ was blaring all over the cathedral. John felt awkward for every step he took. The sound echoed all over the church, adding the creepiness of the mood. Sherlock’s figure was peering at the altar and under some chairs. This is where Sherlock dragged John for a case he was going on about for a few weeks yet John couldn’t remember what it was; it wasn’t worth blogging about anyway. ((-_- so tired…))

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 06.15.2012 @ 5:24 am

cap

“For God’s sake John, I’m not wearing that!” Sherlock protested. “It’s just for publicity,” John said and he held out the cap.
Sherlock Holmes did not want any accessory on his head because it messed up his hair and it looked ridiculous. He didn’t want to wear a bonnet in the winter let alone a deerstalker cap to an appearance in the news.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 06.04.2012 @ 3:38 am

stunt

“Punch me in the face”, Sherlock was gesturing to his cheek. “Sorry, what?” John said. “Punch me in the face. Didn’t you hear?” Sherlock said slowly and sarcastically. “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ except it’s usually subtext,” John replied. “Oh, for God’s sake,” Sherlock says and punches John hard enough in the jaw to make him mad.

Yes, he always has been an insufferable twat but maybe he should let Sherlock pull off this stunt for The Woman. It’s been a while since they had an interesting enough case, anyway.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 05.26.2012 @ 6:16 pm

calling

The phone chirped in John’s pocket. He answered it without thinking and heard a different sound. It was helpless mewling and the line went dead. John stared at his phone. How could a cat call him and hang up? He checked the number and it was Sherlock’s. How did a cat get his phone? He excused himself from the pub and ran to 221B Baker Street.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 05.20.2012 @ 11:37 pm

engine

My heart. Her cries. My tears. Her wails. My sorrow. Her pain. Everything stopped. My mind, usually a racing engine, has stopped too. I can’t think. I only feel. What is this? Why am I feeling unnecessary emotions for someone I barely care about? I only met Amy a few weeks ago and now she’s here. On the road, bleeding. We were chasing the criminal and she wasn’t quick enough to dodge that bloody car. “I’m fine, Sherlock. Really I’m alright,” she says weakly. I hold her hand. Physical contact isn’t really my area but I just held her hand. To show her that even though caring isn’t an advantage in my opinion, I’ll be there for her. Like how she was there for me too.

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 05.16.2012 @ 4:59 am

upright

Upright, uptight John Watson. Always so proper with his manners and military gestures. One thing that’s NOT upright with him is his number of girlfriends. Sherlock doesn’t know why he keeps on dating such dull women when he can be blogging about the latest case or even helping him with one. (sorry, so sleepy -_-)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 05.04.2012 @ 10:18 pm

separate

I can’t imagine. What if my theory of my parents secretly divorced and only staying together for ours and appearances’ sake was real? What if my brother doesn’t do what he says he does? What if my sister really IS in a relationship with another female? I don’t want this family to separate due to issues only kept to ourselves. Sure, I fucking hate it when my family never lets me finish and go about assuming the most ridiculous actions that I’ve done that even I wouldn’t DARE doing. Sure, they are basically a pain in the arse but they’re family. We just… have to stick together. Thick or thin, we should be there for each other. Even though caring is not an advantage, family IS what we always have in the end. (Sorry it’s not Sherlock-related!)

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 05.03.2012 @ 12:04 am

“Why?” he said between sobs. John could never imagine a life without Sherlock. He couldn’t stand being separated from him. He was just THERE in his life. It was as if he was with him in medical school. When he went to the playground when he was younger, it was as if Sherlock was ALWAYS there. John has never felt so alone in his life. After the fall, he doesn’t know how to move on now. Sherlock was his everything. How was he supposed to live when he has NOTHING?

» Posted By smoothmovebro On 05.02.2012 @ 4:27 am

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