"You held onto me." The voice coming other room was enough to startle John, making him put down his tea before he spilled it. "What was that, Sherlock?" John turned back to the stove to stir the soup he was making. It had been cold and it seemed like a night for cozy food and cozy things. No use in being cold if you can help it. Sherlock stood in silence at the kitchen entrance.
There was an accident. It always started like that. A moment, a body, a death, a love. So many things could l want in this life, but to be home and understanding of what happened with us. It was snow that started everything. Just the beginning.
Tony finds out. He was never meant to find out, but he does. This is the aftermath. Trigger Warning: Self harm, disordered eating, etc.
Klaus was lonely. In a house full of siblings and a set of parents and the ghosts, he was lonely. There was no one to celebrate small victories with. No one to cheer him on. No one to love him the way actual parents were supposed to. (Trigger Warning: Self harm, abandonment)
"They're coming, Klaus, hold on." How it ended up this bad... He couldn't even hold his own damn brother. "I think I can hear the sirens, Klaus. Hold on, buddy." Sometimes, in moments like this, Ben hated being dead.
Klaus was scared of ghosts. He was scared of the screaming and blood and words and everything. He wanted dad to understand. He was cursed, had to be. There was one ghost though who just didn't want to be alone. The man was called Grandpa, or Granddad, and he was a friend. The old man didn't scare him, not at first and not ever.
The summer before they go off to college is a summer they won't forget. A summer of no promises. A summer of nothing but being together. But something is happening, Maybe something the universe won't leave.
Human/ Teen Castiel and Dean! "I can't believe this is over." "It's not. Just...for right now." "And if it's not just for right now?" Dean reached out and laced his weathered fingers through Castiel's pale ones. "Then I'll have to meet you in the next one."
After an argument, Klaus storms out. Diego is the first one there to pick up the pieces.
"You know, if you do that enough, I might join you." "You know." Ben said mockingly. "If you get in enough fights, I might stop hanging around."
No one understands a washed out child hero. Books. Comics. Toys. People don't get you, but they get the piece of you they want. They told him he'd get better. They always told him that.
Given the chance, Carlos doesn't know that he'd do it again. Leaving night vale hurt, it hurt so much, almost killing him in the process. (((Run Carlos, Run.)))
Elliott gets into a bar fight, luckily Harvey is there to stitch him up after.
After the events of Bad Habits, the two settle in for that drink. As the hours go by, the feelings rush in. Elliott asks Harvey to dance.
He wrapped his arms around the man's waist and pulled him closer. "Okay?" Elliott whispered breathlessly, pulling away for a moment. "Okay." Harvey replied, grabbing at his hair and pulling him closer again. Fire, it was fire that fueled them.
Elliott is having a rough day (Life), He copes how he's grown used to. Alone. (Trigger warning: Self harm, Drinking, etc.)
Elliott has left the valley alone to visit his mother in Zuzu City. His mental state is seeming to be more trouble these days and he's only going to try and clear some ghosts. It's only three days but when you feel helpless, what else do you do? You break. (Trigger warnings: Self harm, drinking, etc. please take care of yourself!)
It's a late night and Harvey wakes up anxious. Sometimes, time with your thoughts are all you need. (Trigger warnings apply, Self harm on topic!)
The thumping of bare feet on pavement. The fog over the mountains. Sometimes, you just can't deny the truth, so you have to embrace it.
"Elliott, as your doctor and your friend. Are you thinking about hurting yourself?" Elliott laughed, the sound full of mirth as he swirled his gin in his glass. Harvey watched him carefully. "I'm a writer, what do you think?"