Alone you Breathe ( Sherlock Holmes x Reader ) by EntirelyBonkers, literature
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Alone you Breathe ( Sherlock Holmes x Reader )
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Warning(s): Suicide.
Song: Alone you Breathe by Savatage. Song
It has been three years since I wrote my first story and since I joined. This was my first story. I have re-written it to fit more of my style now.
This is very emotional for me because while the song is also very emotional, Deviantart has helped me through so much. I don't know what I would be without it, or you guys in my life. I am really thankful. Please know if you need anything, I am here to help. You've helped me so much and I want to help you guys as well.
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I'm not crying! I-I just have something in my eye!
Title: Alone you Breathe
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New Year's Resolutions. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader} by shakespearesbae, literature
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New Year's Resolutions. {Sherlock Holmes x Reader}
“Item number one; lose weight?” Sherlock’s brow arched as he read every item off of (Y/N)’s too-famous New Year’s resolutions. “This never leaves the list, does it?”
“Get fit. Eat Healthy. Be more positive. Love more. Be more insightful. Be less indecisive. Be more patient. Bla, bla ,bla. Can this list be more mainstream? You’d think she’d come up with better, more challenging and more futile items. She should be happy I’m in love with her. This is far too tedious to put up with.” His fist balled the paper up into a mess of irrelevance.
Although it was decorated to look
stay here : HARRY OSBORN x READER by loquaciousSprite, literature
Literature
stay here : HARRY OSBORN x READER
You wake up on a king-sized bed with a bitching hangover and two strong arms wrapped around your waist. Instinctively, you close your eyes and move closer to your source of warmth, burying your head in your lover’s chest and letting out a small sigh. The arms encircled around you tighten ever so slightly.
“Harry,” you whisper, and you feel the sheets rustle.
“Mmh,” He grunts in response and leans in to kiss your forehead. You smell alcohol on his breath and recall his bitter, beautiful vodka kisses from last night with a faint smile.
“The sun’s rising.” You start to sit up, pushing the sheets
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 10] by shakespearesbae, literature
Literature
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 10]
He whipped his head to meet the thing that made the hair at the back of his neck stand. There she stood in a dressing gown with a shirt and a pair of shorts underneath. For a woman, she didn’t look as respectable but he knew there was much more to her. Sherlock sighed exasperatedly. As her new roommate, he was obligated to know her better; living with a complete stranger was one of the many dangers he could encounter. Who knew what this woman possessed? He looked to her and was eager to find out immediately.
“I take that you’ve moved in just fine.”
She nodded and wordlessly met with him at the door of the main room.
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 8] by shakespearesbae, literature
Literature
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 8]
Back and forth, the suave man in nothing but a towel went. He ran to his room once more and flung dress shirts, slacks, trousers and possibly every item he owned. His hair was lazily combed back by his fingers in agitation, tufts of curls sticking to the side of his face as sweat poured down from his forehead.
Must she make him feel like this?
Must she exist to taunt his well being that was pretty much coming apart at the seams?
He sat on his bed and threw himself back. Again, the images of her started. Her red lips asking to be kissed, her hair she wore down, her smooth skin begging to be caressed, her twinkling eyes, her fiery personalit
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 7] by shakespearesbae, literature
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The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 7]
The lump in her throat seemed to hinder her from saying hello. She didn’t even have the power to reciprocate the call. So, this was how being paralyzed felt like. The feeling in her fingertips appeared to have vanished. (Y/N) never thought her body could become numb in all parts. Medically, limbs would slowly become immobile; the sensation disappearing one by one but this was a whole other thing – she felt desensitized all at once.
Then, it stopped.
The ringing, the uninterrupted vibrating was all but gone, mimicking her stationary state. Blood rushed to her head made her take a step back. That man, even in absence, could reduce
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 6] by shakespearesbae, literature
Literature
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 6]
It was saddening to have witnessed her in this state. Two weeks into flat hunting and she has not found anything to satisfy her needs. She went as far as thinking about living on the streets out of desperation! Dear God, this was much harder than she thought.
Many offers came her way from colleagues and old sponsors who have been groveling to her feet. All they ever asked for was for her to given them a glance. Yet in her stubbornness, she knew better than to give them the permission to use her and leave her for dead afterwards. She’d rather be in the dumpster along with the trash she remarked as having offered better company than thos
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 5] by shakespearesbae, literature
Literature
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 5]
He waited long for her and her letter did not lie. Sherlock lied about the list of requirements on his ‘flat available’ ad. It wasn’t how clean the person was, how much noise the person made, how much friends the person had over or how the person would act in general – all he really needed was someone who would go along with whatever he did; someone genuinely interesting.
(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) was that someone, Sherlock was sure of it. That night, he paced around the floor so much Mrs. Hudson had come up to see what was wrong – well, not really. He wanted so badly to erase the impure thoughts of her from his cranium b
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 4] by shakespearesbae, literature
Literature
The Room above Mr. Holmes' [PART 4]
“You’re Mr. Holmes?”
Oh, he did like that spunk that seemed to ooze out of this woman’s every pore. She was mean, but he knew too well that it was just a front to ward off gents like him. He’ll bet living like her would be like living in Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew. He wasn’t too hot on the idea of a bothersome roommate but person like her sure threw the words ‘boring’ and ‘tedious’ out the window. Something he’d wanted to tick off every applicant’s form.
Sherlock took her form in. His eyes roamed to find something that would make him rethink the idea of tak