http://holmes2you.livejournal.com/1979.html - Link to Part 1

“Great, now I’m getting stalked by an ice cream van.” He ranted. Mikey ran up to the truck, shoving the screwdriver up next to the speaker, puzzling over it while the ice cream man stood behind the window, looking confused.

“Why are you playing this?” Peter accused while Mikey continued to ( Read more... )

exactly what it sounds like:

Peter was lying in his bed, the blankets pulled up to his chin in the cold, despite it being late in March. His mother had called it the Lake Effect, but he just thought it was annoying. He had almost fallen asleep, his body relaxed and warm, when he heard a whispering coming from behind his headboard. He shot straight ( Read more... )

“Miss me?”

Pete’s breathing increased, spastic little inhales and tiny little puffing exhales. He thrashed, but the knots digging into his wrists were too tight. Patrick walked into the dim light, smirking a little victoriously. Pete closed his eyes, his breathing heavy and panicked as he pulled fruitlessly at the ropes holding him down.

Patrick ( Read more... )

The light in the bathroom was a soft
orange. Patrick wasn't entirely sure he was awake, doing nothing but
methodically rubbing the sponge up and down Pete's arm, again and
again, very gently. He wasn't accomplishing anything, but just being
there, with Pete, in the silence- it was nice. It was easy. It felt
like normal, if he closed his eyes.

“Is ( Read more... )

“Moony. Moony! Ugh, you great oaf, will you get up?! MOOOONY!” Sirius whined, bouncing up and down on Remus' mattress.

“Sirius, go away.” Remus said into his pillow, not moving an inch.

“Moon-y!” Sirius groaned. “Why?” He was still bouncing on the bed, making it impossible to not notice his presence. As always.

“I'm sleeping.” Remus replied, the ( Read more... )

Summary: Sirius is sometimes a little protective of Remuse. It rarely does him much good.
Rated M for language and adult context. Possible trigger warning for non graphic rape. Also homosexuality, You have been warned.

“Evening.” Remus sighed, dragging himself through the door of his and Sirius' flat. Sirius looked up, and frowned in concern. The ( Read more... )

  “Hi!” A perky girl with bright eyes and a tight skirt said, blocking their exit and holding a pen up to her face. “My name's Mary, and I'm the music reporter for the Ilini Times, and I was going to write a review on up and coming bands. Could you answer a couple of questions?” Johnny resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the smug looking girl, ( Read more... )