Mitch is a new Junior student at Jersey Central High School. He goes through his classes without any attention payed except for when he goes to his final class of the day. Chop Class that is run by the legendary and young Mr. Aceti that everyone seems to love. What happens when these two notice each other and realize they have feelings? Read to find out. Warning: Yaoi/boyxboy Don't like? DON'T READ!! Enjoy!

Cold blooded killer, never to be loved. But things change, and people change

Jerome is a vampire hunter and ever since his parents were murdered by the King of Darkness himself, all he's been wanting is revenge. What happens when he finds out his soulmate, Mitch, is the The Prince of Darkness, the King of the Underworlds son?

Merome! Jerome has been hanging out with Mitch for years, until he begins to have feelings for him. Mitch begins to hang out with Jerome less and less, until Jerome finds out a haunting secret about Mitch that Mitch wasn't saying...

When you live a life of playing cat and mouse, hunting those who hunt you in while hiding in the darkness that made them. Those that kill, and wait for the moment they're free to strike back. For someone who now wants anything but people to care for again... Jerome hasn't lived this way forever. He once knew a life other than solidarity. When he comes by the chance to reverse it, he has to make the decision whether he's saving Mitch... or just leaving him for a later death. With threats that lurk when guards go down, who knows what will strike from in the shadows?

Just a place for my Merome shenanigans. BE FREE, MY CHILDREN!! Most of these are short, though some are proper stories... Believe me, this is my Merome junkyard. :3 It's still pretty awesome.

Logical, smart, daring, courageous, unique. Kind, trustworthy, caring, loyal, selfless. All words that Sherlock would use to describe his boyfriend, John Watson. One he never thought he'd be adding to the list is Jealous. --- © 2014. All Rights Reserved by weirdpurplepanda ---

John and Sherlock meet someone new, who is played by Tom Hiddleston. Sherlock and him hit it off and John doesn't like it. It's fluff and a one-shot. Don't freak out, this one is safe for the innocent. (Also I made the cover on Pizap as a collage, those pictures are not mine and I would like to add that they are snazzy as heck and props to ever made/photographed/edited them)

Sherlock Holmes is learning to cope with recently going blind. He wants badly to attend Wilham's boarding school, and with a little help from his brother, Mycroft, he makes it. Nobody suspected what was going to come of being a roommate with the boy that he kept running into. Through their adventures and misadventures with Redbeard, Sherlock's service dog, Sherlock and John's relationship changes.

What if the perfect duo of Holmes and Watson had met differently? What if John had been hired by Mycroft to look after his little brother? What if... "Mr. Holmes," John exclaimed with astonishment written across his features. "You can't be serious." "This isn't complicated, I assure you. All that I'm requesting is for you to befriend my brother and become his flat-mate. You will still have your regular life. Your past with the MI-6 will become rather useful with protecting Sherlock from harm with his array of detective work and crime fighting." John couldn't ignore the way his heart's jumped at the last part. He struggled to keep his face straight and look at this rationally. "And what if your brother doesn't like me? We might not be friends." Mycroft sighed. "Then I will remove you from this job and ask someone else to try," he replied smoothly. John was going to reject the offer when Mycroft interrupted. "Mr. Watson, I am aware that you want something more then your dull civilian life. This is the offer that you've been waiting for." Still uncertain, John wavered. He decided to at least take a look at the file Mycroft handed him seconds ago. Nothing caught his eye as he flitted mindlessly through the pages. Then his eyes landed on the photo and John's breath caught in his throat. His sharp cheekbones and impossible eyes were undeniably the ones of the breath-taking man he had bumped into on the street earlier.