#so looong

[pointlessjey]

So you're telling me I have to wait another year? Nooooo

[a-black-pegasus]

I Spy.....

This one is so freaking looonngg.... So thanks in advance for reading.

Sherlock and Borrower Reader! Enjoy!

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"I'm telling you Watson. I put my pen right here, and now it is missing!" Sherlock said insistently.

Watson took a breath and tried to reign in his temper. This had been going on for awhile. Sherlock would "misplace" his things, and either blame him, or rant about it. It was perhaps a bit odd that Sherlock had been losing more, and more things, but they were hardly worth blowing up about!

A pen, a sock, a spool of thread....the average eye wouldn't have noticed their absence, but Sherlock was not average.

He was a bloody drama queen is what.

"I did not take your pen." Watson said with finallity. "I am going out to take a walk, I will see you at tea time."

With a huff Sherlock watched the doctor gather his coat, and leave the flat. He himself went to go to his mindplace.

There was no reason the doctor would lie about taking his pen. No conceivable immediate reason anyhow. Nor was there reason for him to have taken all of the other missing objects.

Some things perhaps he had simply lost, like the needle, or the bookmark.

But where had they gone? The pen couldn't have just up, and walked away.....

Perhaps it could. Perhaps something helped it. Now that he thought about it food had gone missing too, he hadn't mentioned it to Watson however as it wasn't consequential.

Sherlock stood to his feet. There was only one way to test his hypothesis.

***

You flinched as the raised voices snapped back at each other. The last place you had lived at had also been rowdy having six kids, and a very easily irritated mother. You had thought a flat with two men would be quieter.

As of late it wasn't, and you knew it was your fault.

But you could not help it! You needed those things to survive! You tried to take things that wouldn't be noticed, but the tall one named Sherlock noticed everything!

You pursed your lips as your stomach growled. You wrapped an arm around it hoping to silence it's whining. It had been two days since you've eaten.

There was a ring at the door, and Sherlocks steps signaled that he went to go answer it. By the smell that wafted in, you could tell it was Mrs. Hudson with biscuits. Sure enough...

"Oh, Sherlock! I've brought you some biscuits! Do you mind if I come in—?" A women's voice asked.

"Actually, now's not a good time." Came Sherlocks reply. "I'll take these in then. If you want we can step outside and speak."

"Oh no that's fine. I'll come by another time then." There was a pause. "Well, I'll see you later then."

"Likewise."

"Have a good evening!" The door shut, and Sherlocks footsteps lead into the kitchen. There was some shuffling, and then he walked away to his bedroom, shutting himself in.

This was your chance. Quickly you grabbed your bag and hook, and headed for the kitchen entrance. You moved stealthily through the walls paused only at the loose wall tile to listen.

All was quiet.

Pushing aside the panel you stepped out, and instantly spotted the plate of biscuits. Your mouth watered as you ran forward. There were over a dozen. Surely they wouldn't mind if you took one......

You shook your head. "No focus." You murmered to yourself. You went to gather the scattered crumbs on the plate, and went as far as to scrape the sides to make more pieces fall off.

Midway through filling your bag, your hunger took over. You craved in to the temptation to eat while borrowing, and stuffed a crumb into your mouth.

"Oh good god." You huffed, cramming more bites into your mouth.

A few moments passed as you ate before...

"What...are you?"

You stiffened, and spun your head around. It was Sherlock! Dropping the crumbs in your hand you dashed off for the exit. As you reached the open hole a glass wall came over you, and you small into it.

You fell back, and pushed your hands out. There wasn't much room, about half an arm span in each direction. Your head brushed the top of the glass as you stood.

When you turned you jumped back. The humans eyes were inches away as he stared at you.

"You know." He spoke suddenly. "I had expected a mouse. This is far more interesting."

You gulped. To be called interesting by this man was basically a death sentence. This man who microwaved eyeballs, and kept body parts in the ice box. His desk was littered with all sorts of experimental objects: scapels, vials of odd liquid, bones,... You shuddered.

The glass lifted away from over you, but his long slim fingers wrapped around you, bringing you close to his face. His blue eyes pierced you.

"Very interesting.... I wonder. Can you speak?"

Taking a deep breath you squeaked out "Y-yes."

"Fascinating." He murmered. Turning sharply he walked towards his desk.

"No wait!" You cried, pushing against his hand. "Let me go!" You yelled frantically.

He kept walking, and deposited you on the surface. Imediately you tried to run for it, but escape was a lost cause. He pulled you back by the collar of your shirt, and dragged you in front of him.

"If you would be still, this would go much faster."

You scrambled to your feet. "No! I don't want to di—"

"Oh honestly!" He snapped exasperatedly. "Stay still!" Sherlock flattened you out on the table, and brought up a stick. "This would go much quicker with your cooperation."

Tears sprung to your eyes, but after several moments of struggling proved vain. You shut your eyes, and waited for pain.

Except nothing happened.

You cracked your eyes open, and saw him moving the stick around.

"Wh-what are you do-ing?" You sniffed out.

"Measuring you." He answered flatly.

"Wh-why...?"

He sighed. "Because I wish to record you. I have never seen anything like you."

You were going to respond, but It was at that moment the door opened. "I'm back." A familer voice announced.

"I'm busy. Go away."

Watson raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? You know this is my home too! You can't just—" as he spoke he marched over to Sherlocks desk, but his voice faltered as he saw you.

"Good Lord! Sherlock...."

You whimpered at the exclamation. Watson shoved Sherlocks hands aside, and scooped you up gently. "Are you alright? What's your name little one?"

You trembled, and curled up in Watsons palm.

"Oh come now. They're just being dramatic. All I'm doing is taking measurements."

"Taking measurements should not leave a person in tears Sherlock!" Watson scolded.

"Hmp." He crossed his arms. "They could hardly be considered a person, a thief maybe..."

You sniffed, and raised your head. "I'm... I'm not a thief. I-I need those things to survive." You defended weakly.

"So your the one...." He let out a breath, and moved his fingers to pet your head. "We don't care about that, right Sherlock?"

Sherlock observed you coolly. He could rationalize the food, the socks, and even the thread and needle, but why the pen?

"Yes alright, but why did you take my pen?"

"Sherlock!" Watson reprimed.

He huffed. "You can keep it, I am simply curious."

You bit your lip. "I... I don't exactly need it but...." You hesititated. "I wanted to toe the ink out to write, and draw with." You shrunk back, and waited his reaction.

"Oh. Well if that's all." He seemed to release the thought almost.

Watson spoke up. "Would you like to stay for tea?" Your stomach grumbled, blushing you nodded. "Alright. And don't worry. I'll keep Sherlock far away from you until he can act with some compassion."

"I didn't do anything to them! All I did was take some notes!"

They squabbled all the way into the kitchen. You wiped your tears away, and giggled. You could see in their faces that their was no real malice towards one another, some annoyance definitely, but nothing bitter. Even if their voices were loud.

Watson started the kettle. "Well what kind of tea would you prefer.... I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name."

"(Y/N). My name's (Y/N)."

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I know I know so looong. Thank you for reading though. If you made it to the end then high five! *High fives*

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[ask-danganronpa-students]

((Mod Lili!! Did you hear? NDRV3 is releasing in English on September 26, 2017!! Sure it's a seven month wait, but it's coming!!!!!))

(Yeah I heard, it’s so faaaar T_T

But yeah, at least now we have a specific date !! Now I just have to avoid spoilers for 7 more months !

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[focusonspn]

Returning to study English after weeks without doing it, like:

[bloodycrumpets]

oops i gotta sleep night

[readytodrop]

There are many things I love about you. 

And that is not just because you're my boyfriend but because you are the love of my life. Something inside me just bursts with fondness and love whenever you laugh because I said or did something incredibly stupid. Or it may be because Paul said something really absurd or funny. I love the way your eyes crinkle, the way you catch your breath, the way your dimples deepen, the way you sometimes throw your head back, the way your eyes water whenever you laugh. Like really laugh. Now I understand the quote that says,

"If every word I said could make you laugh, I'd talk forever." 

And your dimples. Have I told you that I really love when your dimples show? Such a cutie pie. I also love how you tell me you love me when you have something else to do and its better to do it without us talking. For a person like me who loves to overthink, your small sweet gestures mean a lot. I love you because you never make me doubt your love. I don't know if its just your usual thoughtful and charming self or you know that I read into things way too much so you prevent me from having absurd and irrational thoughts.

I love that you're such a great friend to your friends. If we weren't in a relationship... In an alternate universe, I hope you're one of my best friends. I know you don't do that bestfriend thing but... You get my point. You're thoughtful, caring, funny, and kind. Totally bestfriend material. (I am not putting you in the friend zone hahaha, I'm just saying that you're a great friend.) But please, no girl bestfriends. No. You can have all the guy friends you like, just... Not a girl bestfriend. This request is from my insecurities and past experience just so you know hehe. I mean you could get one. Only if its me. Hahahahahaha.

I love it when you kiss me. Any part of me -- my hand, forehead, cheek, shoulder. For some reason, it relaxes me. You make my happy hormones rise. You have this effect on me -- sometimes I can't think straight. I also love how tight you hold my hand sometimes. The kind of hold that makes me feel cherished and safe.

I love how you effortlessly make me laugh or smile whenever I'm upset or irritated. Its really thoughtful of you... so thank you. 

I know I've said that I don't like being needy but I love it when you are. It's not a bother at all, just so you know. Feeling like you're needed is one of the feelings I like most. I love it when you’re clingy. And needy. But I'm sorry if I'm extra clingy and needy. To be honest, I don't like it when you're not around. My day's incomplete whenever I don't see you. Although I don't show that, do I? I guess it's because of my pride. I am stubborn. I don't like showing people how much I need them because when they leave me, they'd know I'll be miserable. I'm always sad when you're not around, you know? Whenever I'm quiet or whenever you feel like your presence doesn't matter -- that's me being a stubborn lil shit who's passive aggressive. It's a strategy I use when I think I don't deserve to speak my mind or afraid to be honest and open. But I'm working on it. I wanna be okay whenever you aren't around so you don't have to attend classes when you really want to cut.

I love how open you are to me. No secrets. No lies (?). I appreciate it a lot. 

Did you know that I am very fond of your arms and shoulders? Thank you for being my human pillow. Thank you for letting me hug your arm sometimes. Thank you for always ALWAYS putting up with my unpredictable mood swings. I know you hate it, I'm sorry, I hate it too. (I'm currently working on improving my mood swings -- am I getting better? If not, its okay. I'll get there eventually.) I'll miss you. So much.

[kxyx-ojo-sxmx]

✈️🔪

Send me a symbol for a starter where..

✈️:Our muses are on the same flight to the other side of the world

🔪:Our muses are hired to assassinate someone.(^-^) 

She was working on her office; it was late at night and she needed to finish some medical records. Right after she finished her coffee, the phone began ringing. Who might this be? she thought. However she picked the phone.“Syrup Hospital. How can I help you?” she repeated those words. She heard a sigh of relief before a modified voice talked through the phone.

“Kaya-ojo-sama…” she froze and gulped. “You may not know me, but I do know you. I’ve been studying you for a long time”.“Who is this?” she asked scared. No other than Merry would call her like that, and Merry wouldn’t dare to make such jokes.“Call me Brendon, Kaya-ojo-sama. You won’t like this favor I’ll ask from you, but you have no option”. The male exclaimed.“What do you want me to do?” she asked fearful. “I may say that I’m not threatening you neither, but you you will be benefited. I assure you that” Brendon continued. “I want you to kill someone”. The words echoed through her mind like crazy.“E-excuse me?” she hoped she had hear him wrong. She hoped this was a sick joke.“I want you to kill someone” he repeated. “You’re the perfect person to do this. Who would suspect from a caring doctor from Syrup Hospital? Who would think such a soft person could actually kill?” he asked. And he was right, and that was the worst part. Thankfully, Merry was downstairs, in the reception. She turned off her speaker.“Tell me I’m not doing this alone” she pleaded.“Of course you’re not. You’ll do this with other person. You’ll need to travel to the other side of the world” he stated. “What about everything?”“Don’t worry about it. It’s all already planned. Go get the tickets tomorrow at 9:25 am at Meshi. Somebody will be waiting for you, they’ll give you the ticket, a fake passport, your objective, and leave. You and the other person will have fake identities, so we will be able to protect you in case something goes wrong. However, you’ll need to dress fancier, and put on contact lenses, specifically gray color. You must be on the airport in four days, at 8 am”.“Where are we going?”  she was taking notes, it was a lot of information, but it was okay. She liked to know as much as she could about something that interested her.“Austria. You’ll kill Outlook III. He’s a noble; my sources tell me he’s selling slaves, as well as organs on the black market”.“How am I going to recognize the other person?”“His real name is Harron Tika “Sanguine”. Silver haired, three piercings per ear -I’ll ask him to leave just one per ear -, pale blue eyes and one thin scar across his nose. You’ll be an engaged couple traveling for important business. To recognize each other easily, both will be wearing a thick red string tied on the left wrist”.

“What about the noble?”.“I’ll send you the information when you’re in Austria. That way is safer for all of us. Any questions?”.“How do we kill him?” she asked seriously.“I don’t care how do you do it. Just be as discreet as you can and kill him. Erase your evidence. Kill other people if they get in the way.”“Understood”.“It was my pleasure to make business with you, Kaya-ojo-sama. Until next time”.

By the time they hung up, it was 2:56 am.