#john martin x reader

[lieutenant-speirs]

Sitting across the table from you, Sergeant Martin had been watching you rapidly zone out from the conversation of theo ther soldiers around you. “Hey Peanut… You okay?” the endearing little nickname falling from Sergeant Martin’s softened voice pulled you back from your thoughts.

Your eyes shift over to his features, which were studying yours intensely. You simply nodded and gave him a small smile. One he did not return, but merely raised his brows slightly. “Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re about to cry.”

You try to maintain your smile but you can feel your lips twitching as they fight to drop the smile, tears welling up in your eyes before you even had a chance to blink them back. “I’m fine.” you stupidly try to convince him, knowing your teared-up features were evident that you were lying. The wobble in your voice only adding to your lie.

Instead of just sitting there and arguing with you, Sergeant Martin gave a small tilt of his head, a gesture of ‘come on’ indicating for you to follow as he stood up. You slowly rose too, not wanting to bring unwanted attention to yourself for breaking down. Keeping your gaze down, you followed Sergeant Martin outside as he lead you around the side of the building that offered a little privacy. Soldiers were still walking around but none were within eavesdropping distance. Few might be able to catch glimpses over ruins of the stone fence but that was something that couldn’t be helped with the foot traffic of soldiers on guard, on patrol, carrying out whatever duties were required of them.

Sergeant Martin took his typical position when he wasn’t impressed; arms crossed at his chest, intense gaze, shoulder leaning against the brick wall of the building. However, it wasn’t because he wasn’t impressed by the situation, rather…it was fucking freezing. But this was as private as could offer right now. You’ve all gone through worst. Bastogne, notably. Blue eyes on you, he patiently waited for you to say something but you kept your eyes down on the ground, as though you suddenly found his muddy boots incredibly interesting… The texture, the colour, the small cracks of the mud still embedded on the leather boot…the contrast of the brown mud against the grey stones of debris that-

“Peanut….?” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your eyes quickly flickered to his, as intense as his gaze was, there was a softness showing through his blue orbs.

You swallowed down the whimper that arose in your throat, giving a small laugh instead; a nervous tic of yours, before your eyes finally lifted to the grey skies which mirrored everything you felt. You pursed your lips together and ran your tongue along your lips before slowly letting go, only for your teeth to catch your bottom lip and pressing hard, not enough to draw blood… but enough to try to ground you in that moment.

Brows that were generally either downturned when your bad, or resting when you’re happy (your only two moods), were now upturned in a worried manner. Letting go of your bottom lip, you let out a small gasp before finally finding the words to explain…Eyes resting on a focal point on the stone wall. Anything but directly at your Sergeant. He didn’t seem to mind.

“I…um…I got a letter….” you started but then stopped. In your mind, it explained everything. But to Sergeant Martin, it explained nothing except that you must’ve received some bad news. So he gently prompted, “A dear John letter…?”

“No.” you laughed softly, the idea so absurd that someone might actually like you in that sense… The laughter quickly died down as a painful emotion washed over your features “A…It’s um…My…Dad. He died.” “…I’m so sorry….” came the hushed apology as Sergeant Martin’s heart dropped. It was all he could say. Despite his usually tougher exterior, he was still extremely sympathetic in situations like these. It’s never easy losing your parents. You shook your head. You didn’t want sympathies. They don’t bring back the dead and you’re not the type to fall weak to it. “How’s your Mom?” “I don’t know…ask my Dad? They should be reunited now but I’m…stuck here without them. All alone.” Sergeant Martin watched as your smile at small attempt at humour quickly faded into sobs. Everything you had at home was gone. It was just you, your mum and your dad. And then just you and your Dad.

Your Dad couldn’t sign up for the war due to his declining health. But you could. And you did. To make him proud.

But when you signed up for the war to become a medic, you thought you’d be assisting in medical tents near the front lines… not actually be on the front lines. You took it all in stride but you never anticipated the pain of working tirelessly only for the wounded to die on you, you never anticipated watching your friends die before your eyes or underneath your working hands…

And now this.

The one thing the War couldn’t touch… and still managed to rip your only other loved one away from you.

Sergeant Martin knew how strong you were. Many of the men doubted you, shamefully including him, but they were all proven wrong by your strength and resilience. You had become their boulder; a safe and stable place to lean on. In the end, he was glad you were part of his platoon.

The division was split up into platoons. There were two medics; you and Doc Roe. You got paired with, what you thought, were the meanest assholes of the group. You were slowly proven wrong. Probably because when they bite, you bit back harder. Thus earning their respect because you could hold your own. Sergeant Martin had been the trickiest to earn his respect. But in time you did.

You certainly didn’t think a day would come where you would be the one needing a shoulder to cry on.

A hand flew to your mouth to stifle the sobs that finally rose from where they had been squashed down for days, your other hand resting on your knee to steady yourself as you hunched over.

“Oh, peanut…” you heard him softly mutter that endearing nickname before you felt yourself being pulled against him as he hands wrapped around your arms and guided you upright into his chest. His arms immediately wrapping tightly around you. His lips pressing against the side of your head as his arms were strategically placed so it wasn’t inappropriate. One arm around the upper middle of your back, the other arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you firmly to him.

Any strength you had that you were holding onto, immediately melted beneath the warmth of his embrace and your heartbroken cries soon turned to muffled cries as you turned your head into his chest and trembled violently with each sob that racked your body. As muffled as they were, they still caught the attention of nearby soldiers who would either look around for the source of the sound, or they’d see it but the death stare from Sergeant Martin over the top of your head was enough to keep them moving. He had to wonder whether anyone else in the building could hear you.

Sergeant Martin felt a tight tug at his jacket and then two little points of pressure at his sides, coming to realise that you had moved your hands to grip him for support. “Breathe, Peanut…” he reminded you when your sobs threatened to turn into hyperventilation. His hand soothingly rubbing your back in an attempt to ground you and calm you down. But he never hushed you. Just simply being a friend to lean on and letting you get it out. You’re no good to them if your mind is preoccupied elsewhere while on assisting on missions as their standby medic. And they can’t rely on Doc Roe when he’s currently needed elsewhere.

Lieutenant Speirs walked past and his eyes zero’d in on the source of the sound. An unreadable expression on his face…. Disapproval? He looked questioning at Sergeant Martin but the Sergeant merely pressed his lips together and give an ever so slight shake of his head, indicating bad news from home and that you weren’t alright. “Best get yourselves inside, Sergeant. No point standing out in the cold. Thought you had enough of that in Bastogne.” “Will do, Sir.” “Get yourselves a cup of tea, too.”

No, it wasn’t disapproval. It was a situation where Speirs wanted to help but didn’t know how. Little did the Lieutenant know that by simply offering the suggestion of a tea, was plenty help in itself.

This wasn’t a situation like Blythe. He saw Sergeant Martin offering comfort to the one person everyone thought would break at the very beginning but proved them all wrong… obviously it was something more than a feeble case ‘I’m scared’.

Lieutenant Speirs knew.

Blue eyes watched as Speirs walked away without a second glance to you both.

Your sobs had quietened down and Sergeant Martin loosened his arms around your back and rubbed your arms. “Lieutenant Speirs has a point. It’s fucking freezing. You right to go inside?” “Yeah. Let me just take a moment.”

Sergeant Martin stepped back a little bit but he stayed a moment longer, not leaving that personal space where there’s barely a gap between you. Just in case you needed an extra hug. Which, deep down you did but he’s already done so much. You smiled a wobbly smile up at him as you took a step back and inhaled a shaky breath. “You go in. I need a moment.” you reassured him. He looked like he didn’t believe you, and probably didn’t, but nevertheless he gave you that warning look that you all knew not to fuck things up, and left to turn the building and walk back inside.

You wiped at your face and leaned back against the brick wall. Sighing harshly and closing your eyes to the heavens. God, you didn’t think it’d hurt so much to lose your Dad but it did. It hurt knowing that you haven’t even turned 30 yet, and you lost both your parents already. This wasn’t supposed to happen for another 20 or so years! You took in deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down and place a reality check on yourself. You’re alive. It’s more than you can say for many that died in vain…

Sergeant Martin walked back inside the abandoned building and began barking orders. “Webster! Brew some tea. Everyone else…” his voice dropped to a more serious tone as he walked over to where the majority of his boys were. They were a little team, situated in an abandoned building while awaiting new orders. The whole squadron on standby. “A certain little peanut out there isn’t doing too good and needs our support.” “What happened?” “Bad news from home.” “We all get bad news from home, Sarge. Dear Johns…Dear Janes���” “No. Not when the only family you have left is gone.” The intense stare that Sergeant Martin has, made sure to dead-stare everyone individually until these thick imbeciles of his finally got the message. “The Old Man?” Malarkey quietly asked. Sergeant Martin simply nodded. Malarkey swore quietly under his breath. It’s no lie to say that Malarkey is well-liked by everyone, and he gets along with everyone. So it’s no surprise that he knows more than Sergeant Martin would. You having told Malarkey many stories, and him swapping his own. So, he fills the rest of the team in as to why this was more serious than some random family member dying. “(y/n) lost their Mom years ago to TB or Pneumonia or somethin’… Parents had a child before (y/n) but it died. Ended up bein’ just them and their old man. No siblings. No Aunts or Uncles.”

Again, Sergeant Martin let that small piece of news sink in before he spoke again. “Which is why I want you to all sit up at the table and give them the support they need. Do I make myself clear?”

A low, hushed chorus of ‘Yes Sarge’ was given before Sergeant Martin walked away and the boys went back to doing what they were doing. Some were playing cards, some were reading books or letters, some were writing letters, some were making conversations.

Sergeant Martin’s gotta hand it to them though…. Because as soon as you walked down the stairs, neither of the boys looked up or treated you with special treatment. They carried on as if nothing happened. Malarkey glanced up from smoking his cigarette quietly but said nothing. He watched you walk outside with Sergeant Martin so it’s no surprise he’s a little curious.

Sergeant Martin walked over with two cups of tea and passed you one. “Thank you” you politely said as you wrapped your cold fingers around the warmth of the mug. It’s not as warm as Sergeant Martin’s hugs but it’ll do. Another tilt of his head towards the table was given and you followed quietly as you both sat down with your tea. The teabags were stale but it was better than nothing and a somewhat nice break from the terrible coffee.

Malarkey had swapped smoke for tea as he poured himself a cup and walked over to join you at the table. You glanced over at your friend and smiled softly, he smiled back but said nothing. Malarkey barely smiles these days but when he does… it’s rather sweet. However, he had since watched his two bestfriends die and that did a number on him. Just like the letter you received had done to you.

Liebgott made his way over with his own cup of tea and sat down with a huff, rolling his head back and slouching in an uncomfortable position that’s probably comfortable to his long limbs.

Slowly… one by one… including Webster, who received a small nod rather than a death-stare from Sergeant Martin, made their way over and sat down at the table.

Everyone was silently sipping away at their tea until Sergeant Martin broke the silence. “Since we’re all here, I want to make a toast.” “Hear, hear!” “To peanut… we couldn’t get through most of our days without you ordering us around like a mother hen. Both your parents would be proud.” “To Peanut!” Liebgott said as he raised his cup of tea a little, followed by everyone else who chorused a ‘To peanut!’ making you laugh.

Why do you get the feeling the nickname is going to stick?

You raised your mug politely with a soft laugh.

Malarkey leaned over, his shoulder bumping against yours as he quietly reminded you, “You’re never alone, (y/n). You have us. We’re not much, but you have us.” You bumped your shoulder against his, laughing softly “Thank you, Malark.”

You sat there, quietly listening to everyone. Cold fingers wrapped around the warm mug of tea, nursing the warm liquid. You glanced up and saw Sergeant Martin watching you. You smiled softly, mouthing a ‘Thank you’ and he simply smiled back and gave a wink.

[strangesthirdeye]

Sherlock:*opens the body bag*

John: *shocked because he saw Y/n in a body bag with airpods in her ears*

also John: uhm.. Sherlock, shouldn't the clothes or items related to the corpse be separated?

Sherlock: *groan in frust* Y/n! How many times have I told you not to sleep in a body bag!

Y/n: *gets up and yawns while stretching her hands and cracking her spine* nice bed ever

John:...

[sageworld]

THE PROMISE LAND

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[kierantierney3]

Masterlist

Alejandro Garnacho

Birthday post

Supporting

Couple goals

FA cup

Kieran Tierney

First holiday

Supporting each other

Christmas

Key moments

Best friends to lovers

Long distance

Halloween

Pregnancy announcement

Wedding

Soft launch

Date nights

Scotland

Pedri

Jealous boy

Obsessed

End of an era

Gavi

End of an era

Ruben Dias

Teammates sister

Summer break

Simp

Break up?

Ben Chilwell

Rivals

Martin Ødegaard

Pregnancy announcement

Norway

Injury

Arsenal player

Secret girlfriend

Lovers part 2

Simp

Funny story

Singer

Childhood friends

Kai Havertz

Father’s day

Expecting

Joao Felix

Chelsea

Long distance

Mason Mount

Soft launch part 2

Birthday post

Step dad

Relationship milestones

Break up?

Chelsea to United

New man?

John Stones

Soft launch

Step dad

Jude Bellingham

Same place at the same time

Kitten

Arsenal

Matching outfits

Birthday

Father’s day

Break up- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

[herlock-olmes]

My Boys...

I have no excuse for this. This is just pure filth.

Warnings: Minors Do Not Interact, Smut, Threesome, Double Penetration, Breeding Kink If You Squint, Bottom Sherlock, Top John, Throuple

You let out a small cry as she felt both of them hit her sweet spot as she was practically sandwiched between Sherlock and John. The room was filled with all three of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Initially you were worried that you couldn't fit both of them inside you, but with enough foreplay, with them taking care of you at once. You had been able to get wet enough for both. Being stretched further than you could ever imagine, and it didn't hurt as much, saved for the slight pinch. You felt as if you were filled to the brink by both of these men. Both to whom you wanted to be together for the longest time.

You felt John's heavy breathing upon your sweaty back, his hands holding your hips as he nustled himself inside of you. Your walls squeezing him gently as he felt Sherlock’s own cock rubbed against his. Creating a source of pleasure for him, knowing it was both of you he was with. Your hands were on Sherlock’s exposed chest as he panted heavily, often little sounds with which you could swear were whimpers escaped his throat. His hips bucked upwards against you as he let his head fall back. It was overwhelming, especially considering he is still very inexperienced in this sort of field. Let alone with two people. But despite it, he couldn't help but be turned on, his erection throbbing against Johns as they both thrusted inside you.

You let out a loud cry as one thrusted in after the other. Creating harmony between the three of you. “John! S-sherlock…” you gasped out as you felt that knob in your abdomen start to tighten. “I know dear…” John whispered in your ear, as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, you could feel the droplets of sweat on his skin as he did that. The wet sounds started getting more loud as they quickened their pace, skin slapping against skin as Sherlock and you began moaning and letting out whimpers unapologetically, it was the lewdest thing you've ever heard.

Sherlock couldn't help himself as he began thrusting his hips upwards in a desperate attempt to chase his incoming orgasm, causing you to gasp and mewl as John let out groans as he felt Sherlock rub against him so ferociously. He let out the loudest whimpers you've ever heard escape him. Who knew Sherlock Holmes was so vocal in bed.

John slowly began to lean forward, pressing you closer to Sherlock and trapping you between the two, as he began thrusting harder, matching Sherlocks. The new position allows him to abuse that spot inside you deeper. Your head falls against Sherlocks shoulder as you keep moaning loudly. As John thrusted, he couldn't help but imagine for a brief moment your swollen stomach, and the fact that none of you will know who the father is. That thought was enough to drive him mad.

“Christ- fuck!” You heard John groan out as he halted for a moment, your eyes widened lightly as you heard Sherlock also cry out in pleasure. Soon, you felt warmth inside you where they're dicks rested, Your eyes rolled back as you felt it. The sensation was enough to get you off as you moaned both their names, you could feel both of their come slowly seep out of you, escaping from around their dicks. Sherlock grimaced a little as he felt it make its way down his balls and slowly onto the sheets. You laughed gently at this, your breathing still heavy and your heartbeat erratic.

Slowly John got off of you after a moment of basking in the afterglow and satisfaction. You felt him kiss your shoulder before he did so, allowing a small smile to form on your face. You slowly leaned down and placed a small kiss on Sherlock’s face, who was still laying there as he looked up at the ceiling. You felt the bed sink as John laid next to Sherlock with a sigh, you slowly followed suit. Laying in between them both as you all looked at the ceiling. Your bodies glistening with sweat from your passionate encounter.

You all laid there, allowing your breathing to normalize and your heartbeats to steady. You slowly turned your head to Sherlock, which he did as well as he felt your gaze on him. You both look at each other for a moment, and you could swear you see something in his eyes. Love, admiration? Probably both.

You couldn't help the small smile forming on your lips, he was so adorable sometimes. You leaned forward as you placed a kiss on his lips. You pulled back after a moment and you whispered gently, almost as if it was a secret only he and John could know. “I love you…”

You slowly turned to John, who was looking at you both as you gave him a kiss on the lips as well. “Both of you…”

“We love you too.” Sherlock and John said, a little out of sync, almost as if the other tired saying it first which caused you to laugh softly. You could feel Sherlock shift a little before his head is resting against yours, as his hand laid on your stomach. John followed soon after as he laid his head against your shoulder. You smile gently as you feel their love through their actions.

[mlmfantasywrites]

Rules:

- I only write for male reader, and I only write for male character’s

- I write for most kinks and I do angst, smut, and fluff.

- I’m not really into Dom reader and I’m better at writing bttm sub reader and Dom top character so keep that in mind.

Some of the character’s I write for include:

Luke Castellan (PJO)

Scot McCall (teen wolf)

Zed Necrodopolis (zombies)

Wally Clark (school spirits)

Milo manheim

Nate Jacob’s (euphoria)

Jacob Cutos (the quarry)

Vinnie hacker

Noah Beck

Jacob Day

Charlie Bushnell

John B (outer banks)

Rare Cameron (outer banks)

JJ Maybank (outer banks)

Trevor Wagner

Joe Bartolozzi

Finn Hudson (glee)

Blaine Anderson (glee)

Sam Evans (glee)

Billy Loomis (scream)

Ethan Landry (scream)

Chad Meeks (scream)

Finnick Odair (hunger games)

Peeta Melark (hunger games)

Bellamy Blake (the 100)

Sean Anderson (journey 2 the mysterious island)

And any more! Feel free to ask if you don’t see someone listed.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 6- Your Boys

Summary: Easy Company is in the Ardennes Forest, outside of Bastogne, Belgium, trying to defend the Allied line against a German counterattack. You all face a bitter winter with insufficient ammunition, food, and medical supplies for the long, grueling battle. Historically known as the Battle of the Bulge, you rush soldier to soldier assisting Doc Roe treating the wounded during the peak of the attacks. Liebgott experiences his first real scare, almost losing you when you’re injured ignoring a direct order. 

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, German to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚

German is identified with (g)

This chapter continues from 1x5 Crossroads then transitions into 1x6 Bastogne

While writing this, I ended up gravitating more towards the reader’s platonic relationships with the other soldiers of Easy.

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~ 

October 1944 

You bury your face into Joe’s chest, both of your hands fisting the front of his uniform taking deep breaths as you fight tears back. Joe’s arms embrace you pinning your body against his as he rests his cheek on your head. Your breathing syncs with his while you listen to his bounding heartbeat, his hands caressing your back sending chills through your entire nervous system. 

Your mind is a void. Nothing is there or around you except you and Joe. You stand there holding eachother for what seemed like hours. With his cheek, Joe nudged the side of your head still hiding in his shirt. You raise your eyes to his as a few tears cascade down your cheeks. He smiles at you, gently kisses your forehead pulling you back in to hold you again. You take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, then exhale. 

“Joe...”  

“Yeah?”  

“What happens now?” you ask. 

You each slightly pull away to look at eachother. 

“Whaddya mean?” he questioned. 

“This makes everything so much harder.”  

“How?” Joe asked, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. 

“I don’t know about you, but if anything happens to you-” you trailed off at the horrible thought of ever losing him, “I-I don’t know what I’d do...” you struggled to say without more tears streaming from your eyes. 

Joe cupped your face bringing his face level with yours. 

“Look at me, we’re gettin’ through this shit together. You understand me?” 

You nod, “Mmhm.”  

He brushes your stray hairs away from your face as he studies every freckle, each worry line, committing your face to memory so whenever he’s out in the field without you, he can see you again when he closes his eyes. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen...” he whispered, bringing his eyes back to yours. 

You melt back into him, risking the borrowed time each of you had together before he had to leave again. 

~~~~~~~ 

Outskirts of Bastogne, December 1944 

You walk with Doc through the frozen Ardennes Forest, trying to find your way to the 3rd Battalion for supplies, but to no avail...you were lost. You make your way back to where you started before you lost your way. You come upon Winters sitting on the edge of his foxhole preparing to shave with an ammo can filled with ice cold water. 

As you approach him, he waves the both of you down after hearing a clatter in the distance. 

“Doc! Doc! Y/L/N!” he shout whispered to you. 

Winters grabs his rifle, and waves you on to come with him to investigate the unknown noise. You come upon a German soldier ready to squat to relieve himself in the distance. Winters tapped you with his elbow prompting you to communicate with the German. 

“Beweg dich nicht! (g) (Do not move)” you call out to the man. 

The German soldier froze, doing as he was directed. 

“Steh langsam und halte deine Hände so, dass wir sie sehen können. (g) (Stand slowly and keep your hands where we can see them)” You instructed.  

The man complied, raising his hands high over his head.   

With this soldier as your new POW, Winters had him brought back to Regiment for intel. You were lucky to score a new bandage off the German upon searching his gear. You had very little medical supplies left so you and Doc were left scrounging for anything you could get. 

As the prisoner is taken away, a jeep pulls up with Col Sink, and the Division Commander, General McAuliffe. You stand with Eugene off to the side as you listen in on the conversation. 

“We’re under sporadic artillery fire, General. We’re taking a lot of hits and have no aid station.” Winters continued. 

Nixon joined the conversation. 

“General, I took a walk on our line about 0300 last night. I couldn't find the 501st  on our right flank. We've got considerable gaps in our perimeter.” Nixon explained. 

“I don't have enough people, sir. We're spread too thin.” Winters added. 

“Hold the line. Close the gaps.” Gen McAuliffe replied curtly. 

“How?” You spat viciously outloud before you could stop yourself. Eugene’s breath hitched as he nudged you. 

Winters, Nixon, Sink and McAuliffe looked at you. You stood there holding your breath. 

“Excuse me, Corporal, you got something to say?” Gen McAuliffe dared. 

Winters offered you a look that told you to proceed with caution. 

“-No, sir.” you reply almost as a growl. The men resumed their conversation. 

Eugene leaned towards you, “If I didn’t already know ya, I’d say you had some Cajun in your blood.” he whispered. 

You each exchanged a weak smile. 

~~~~~~~ 

You and Doc Roe split up to scrounge around throughout the other companies for any aid supplies the guys can spare. Doc is on a personal mission for a pair of scissors after he lost his in Holland. 

You run into Guarnere. 

“Hey, Y/L/N-” he began. 

“Bill, how’s that leg?” you ask him. 

“The hell with the leg, I’m pissing needles!” Guarnere exclaimed. 

“Bill, later. I need to find morphine and scissors for Doc.” you reply. 

You come upon another foxhole and find Liebgott with Alley.  

Joe beamed at you when he saw you peek over the edge, “Hey you! Where have you been?” he asked smiling broadly.  

It’s become difficult to hold back a smile when you see him anymore. 

“Hey guys. Got any spare syrettes?” you ask. 

Alley passes his morphine to Liebgott to hand to you. 

“Thanks, Alley.” you reply excitedly, “Hey, Lieb?” you continue. 

Joe stood up to get closer to you, bearing his signature smirk. The butterflies stirred in your stomach. 

“Can I have your scissors?” you requested sweetly. 

He furrowed his brows, “My scissors?” he questioned. 

“Yeah, Doc needs a pair, he doesn’t have any.” you clarify. 

“Ah,” Joe went into one of his pockets pulling a small pair of medical shears and handing them to you, “Here.”  

You beam back at him, “Thanks, Joe.” You lean in closer to him, “I’ll make sure to keep yours and give Doc mine. Something to remember you by.” you whisper in his ear. 

You pull away and wink at him. Joe smiled back, pointing to his chapped lips signifying he wanted a quick kiss. You peck his mouth then spring to your feet to go find Doc. 

As you’re running to where you last seen Doc, you hear a blast from German artillery in the distance. You crouch closer to the ground, unsure what was to follow or from where. You look around you in all directions seeing soldiers scurrying to foxholes manning their positions to prepare to fight back. More artillery attacks from the Germans showering dirt and shrapnel everywhere, you run hole to hole seeing if anyone needed your help. You catch Roe doing the same across the way. 

“MEDIC!” you hear in the distance as more explosions erupt all around you. You take cover where you can after each shell hits the dirt, trying to get to the soldiers in need. You and Doc made it to the same foxhole at the same time with Randleman and Penkala. 

“Penkala!” Doc called out. 

“It’s the artery! I can feel it.” Penkala screamed holding his left arm. 

“Pen, let go!” you yell at him as Doc tries to get at the wound on his forearm. 

“It’s the goddam artery!” Penkala repeats panicked. 

“Penkala, loosen your fingers, goddam it! Loosen them now!” Doc barked. 

“I’ll bleed to death!” Penkala cries. 

“Relax your arm! Come on!” you tell him as Doc holds his arm straight for you to see, “It’s not the artery.” you confirm. 

You hear another call for a medic in the opposite direction. 

“Go on, Y/L/N, I got this.” Doc reassures you. 

You turn to sprint towards the shouts for help, diving behind snow mounds and piles of fallen trees for cover everytime a blast strikes close enough to where you are. 

~~~~~~~ 

After the attacks died down, you find Doc Roe with Spina (another medic) in a foxhole. 

“-This is what I want you to do,” Doc began to Spina, “I want you to take someone and work your way over to the 3rd Battalion, all right? You know what we need. Bandages, plasma, whatever you can beg, you beg. All right and get me some goddam scissors. I can’t get any.” he finished exasperated. 

Spina jumped out of the hole as you slip in next to Doc while he looks through his satchel. You pull out your own personal scissors and present them to him. He sees them and looks at you perplexed. 

“For you.” you insisted. 

Doc takes them from you still looking confused. 

“Liebgott gave me his.” you explain with a grin. He flashed a slight smile showing his gratitude. 

“Thanks, Y/F/N.” Doc responded patting you on the shoulder.  

You nod and leave the foxhole to make yourself useful somewhere else. 

~~~~~~~ 

Later that evening, you’re told by one of the other guys that Toye was missing something and that you should pay him a visit. You crawl on your stomach over to the men in the foxhole. 

“Hey, you guys ok?” you ask. 

Toye’s foxhole buddy, McClung, replies with a few complaints of starving to death. 

“Toye? Are you missing something?” you ask. 

“Home.” Toye responds without missing a beat. 

“Ask him to dance, Y/L/N.” McClung hints to you. 

You look at Toye with concern, “Toye? Show me your feet.” you urge. 

Toye directs a look of annoyance at him, “You watch the goddam line, McClung."

Toye raised a leg presenting a bootless foot wrapped in shredded wool blanket tied with boot laces. 

“Where the hell are your boots!?” you questioned him. 

“In Washington, up General Taylor’s ass.” he replies sarcastically. 

“Jesus, what happened?”  

“I took them off to dry my goddam socks and they got blown to hell, okay?” Toye explained. 

“What’s your size?” you ask him. 

“Nine, just like everyone else.” he huffed. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” you tell him as you give him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder before you leave. 

~~~~~~~ 

The following morning, the second wave from the Germans hit while you were sitting in a small foxhole by yourself. Gunfire and mortars erupt all around you. Multiple calls from all directions for a medic fill the air. 

“MEDIC!” you run in the direction of the first call you can hear closest to you. Weaving and dodging blasts and pings of bullets flying past your head. 

You see Doc and Perconte carrying Sisk to a jeep, loading him up to take him back to Bastogne for additional aid. When Doc returns, Sgt Martin gathers some of Easy for a reconnaissance mission. When you and Doc try to join, he tells you stay behind.  

As you wait in the quiet, gunfire commences in the distance where the guys just convoyed to. You hear shouting from your guys that someone is hit. You start to run towards the commotion. 

“Y/L/N! Where the hell do you think you’re goin’? Eugene yells after you. 

“I’m going to go help!” you call back without stopping. 

“You’re going to get yourself killed! Y/F/N stop!” Doc shouted. 

You kept moving forward. You find cover behind dirt mounds and trees, cautiously and quickly trying to make contact with your guys. You see them through the fog all taking cover behind a pile of lumber, then you look to the right and see a man on the ground, squirming while clutching his throat.  

“Oh, shit...” you whisper to yourself.  

You crawl up next to Randleman and Martin. 

“Y/L/N!? What the hell are you doing here?? I told you to stay back!” Martin yelled. 

“I heard someone was hit, Sarge!” you justified. 

“Damn it, girl, don’t you listen?” Bull scolded. 

Germans firing from the opposite direction made it impossible to move anywhere. 

“Sarge, who’s out there??” you yell gesturing to the soldier out in the open. 

“Julian!” Martin replied. 

You army crawl to the edge where the lumber ends and try to estimate the distance to get to the injured soldier.  

“Y/L/N! What in the hell are you doin’??” Martin shouted. 

 “I can get him!” you yell over your shoulder. 

“The hell you can! The Krauts aren’t lettin’ up! You’ll get hit, too!” Heffron cried out. 

“I can!” you pushed back. 

Laying completely flat on your stomach and chest, you pull yourself out by your arms and hands from behind the pile of wood. 

“Somebody grab her, goddam it!” Martin yelled out. 

“So close...” you whisper to yourself as you lean on your left elbow to reach for Julian’s left hand with your right until you feel a dull but blunt sting just below your left shoulder on your back.  

The remaining breath you had exited your lungs, and the world around you fell silent. You feel a pool of warmth soak through your uniform when you’re suddenly pulled back by your feet by Randleman. A trail of your blood left behind in the snow from where you had been laying. 

“God dammit! I fucking knew it!” Martin shouted.  

“I gotchya, girl.” you hear Randleman say. 

“Pull back! We gotta pull back! Go!” Martin ordered the others. 

You suddenly feel yourself hoisted over a shoulder being carried away from the position. 

You hear Randleman’s voice again, “Hang on, Y/F/N, almost there.” 

He lays you down as softly as he could when he reaches a safe distance. 

“Goddam it, Y/L/N, why did you go?” Doc whispered as he opened your uniform jacket where the wound was. 

He pulled back the fabric and saw that there was an exit wound, signifying the bullet had gone clean through the front. 

“Well, at least I don’t have to go diggin’ for anything in there.” Doc stated. 

“Where is she!?” Liebgott’s voice rang out. 

Joe pushed past a few of the guys standing around where Randleman and Doc were kneeling on the ground with you. Bull stood up to meet Liebgott as he approached you and Doc. 

“Easy, Joe, she’s ok. Let Doc do his work first.” Randleman said restraining him respectfully by the torso. 

A horrified Liebgott stared at you lying on the ground. Blood leaking from your left side onto the snow leaving a pool of red in its wake. The bullet made contact next to your scapula and exited through the front directly under your left clavicle. Doc had already applied a bandage and a syrette to prepare you for transport. Doc nodded at Randleman to let Liebgott go. 

Joe knelt next to you, not knowing where to put his hands on you.  

“It’s ok, Lieb, you can hold her.” Doc told him. 

Joe scooped your limp body up with soft hands and cradled you in his arms.  

“What the fuck happened?” Liebgott growled without looking away from your face. 

“She tried to grab Julian who was bleeding out on the road while the Krauts were firing at us from the woods.” Heffron explained. 

Liebgott’s jaw clenched, “And?”  

“She was close, Joe, but they got her before she could get him. I pulled her back as soon as she got hit.” Bull added. 

Joe pushed the loose strands from your tousled hair away from your face as you rested in his arms. Seeing your face pale and your breath shallow sent anger and rage boiling over inside of him.  

“Lieb, the bullet missed her lung, and the bone. It was a clean shot. All she needs is plasma and rest. She’s gonna be fine.” Doc reassured as he squat next to both of you with his hand on Joe’s shoulder. 

Joe looked at Eugene, “Thanks, Doc. Bull...all of you guys, for watching out for her.”  

~~~~~~~ 

Bastogne Christmas 1944 

Because of the significant amount blood you lost that day, you remained unconscious for almost four days. Easy company took on another frontal attack from the Germans the night before Christmas Eve. The following morning, Liebgott got approval to take a ride back to Bastogne to see you at the church where all the wounded were being held. 

As he entered the building, Eugene met him at the entrance. 

“Hey, Lieb, she’s over here.” Doc said walking towards a set of stairs with Joe on his heels. 

“How is she, Doc?” Joe asked nervously. 

Doc turned to him, “She’s awake.” 

“She’s awake?” Joe echoed. 

Doc chuckled, “Yeah, she’s doin’ just fine, Lieb. I told ya she’d be ok.”  

Doc stopped at a curtained off area for female casualties. About a dozen beds each boxed off by curtains for privacy, Doc gestured towards the other side of the room where your bed was located. 

“She’s back there, Joe. She’s been asking for ya. Take all the time you need.” Doc added with a weak smile. 

Joe smiled back extending his hand to shake Eugene’s. 

“Thanks, Doc.”  

Liebgott proceeded to the curtained off bed at the end of the row. He peeked through the opening, seeing you laying peacefully in the bed. Your eyes hooded and color returning to your face, he looked upon you like he saw you for the first time. You bear heavy bandages over your left shoulder in a sling. He slowly pushed the divider aside. 

You quickly look over and pure joy stretches across your face as you try to sit up to meet him. 

“Joe!” you exclaim then wince from pain as you move forward to reach for him. 

“Jesus Christ, Gams, don’t move too much!” he chastised sitting on the edge of the bed extending a soft touch on your injured shoulder.  

Joe gently guided you backwards, propping your pillow up so you could lean back against the headboard. 

“I’m fine, Joe.” you respond grabbing his hand. 

He looks you over with serious eyes. Unable to contain the outrage he felt seeing the results of what the Germans had done to you. This thought raised other concerns as well. 

Joe looked at you distraught, “Why would just throw yourself into middle of that shit, Y/F/N?”  

You meet his exhausted face, feeling at a loss for words to justify your actions.  

“Joe-” you began. 

“You could’ve died. We almost lost you. I almost lost you...You understand how close you were to dying?” he interrupted before you could continue.  

You look down feeling guilty, “I wanted to help,” you say quietly. “I wouldn’t’ve been able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least go out there and try.” you explained.  

You steal a glance at Joe. His face was still twisted with worry. He placed his palm against your cheek cradling your head bringing your face up to look at him. 

“You have a lot of good inside you, sweetheart,” he smiled weakly shaking his head, “but you ain’t helpin’ no one if you’re dead.” he added. 

You nod in agreement, “I know...I’ll be more careful, Joe, I promise.” you pledge. 

“I told you we’re gettin’ out of this shit together, didn’t I? I need you on the same page with me.” he reminded. 

“We are. I swear it.” you confirm. 

“The guys have been worried about ‘chya.” Joe added. 

“Yeah?” you ask, placing your hand on your chest pleasantly surprised. 

“All of ‘em. Bull said he pulled you out.”  

“Yeah, last thing I remember was him throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.” you recollect. 

Joe scoffed, “Yeah, and Martin is still pissed at you.”  

“Oh boy,” you palm your face, “I don’t blame him.” you add. 

“Doc said you’ll be outta here soon.” 

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get back out there.” 

Joe eyed you skeptically, then shook his head. 

“I know, I know, Joe, but I promised I’d do better, remember? Doc needs extra hands out there, too.” you explain. 

Joe smiled, entertained and touched by your passion leaned in kissing you gently, tenderly deepening after each breath taken. 

~~~~~~~ 

You had been discharged that same day while Joe was visiting and had returned to the line with him. You made sure to grab a pair of size nine boots for Toye on the way out, as promised. 

That evening, a German bombing run hits Bastogne and the church turned aid station takes a couple of direct hits, destroying the building and unfortunately trapping some left-over casualties and medical personnel during evacuation. Doc returned from the town with this grave news, to which you comforted your medic brother since he lost his friend, Renee in the attack.  

You had a special place for each of these men in your big heart. These are your boys. You would split yourself into fifty to have the ability to be there for them properly. It broke your heart to see any of them in any kind of pain. It killed you more inside to not be able to be there to do so. Having been so close to pulling Julian from that road to no avail will haunt your dreams for the entirety of your life. You felt like you failed him and the rest of the guys.  

Thank goodness for Liebgott. Your Saviour with a mouth and soft touch with calloused hands. 

~~~~~~~ 

[julianalvarez9]

author's note: got inspired by lewis capaldi's album to make this. hopefully i can complete it jajajaj but yeah, enjoy! every stand-alone fics comes out on saturday/sunday :)

forget me / mason mount

wish you the best / john stones

pointless / christian pulisic

heavenly kind of state of mind / martin ødegaard

haven’t you ever been in love before? / rúben dias

love the hell out of you / ben chilwell

burning / gavi

any kind of life / pedri

the pretender / kepa arrizabalaga

leave me slowly / paulo dybala

how this ends / joão félix

how i’m feeling now / julián álvarez

[shiinata-library]

Not on the first date

Relationships: John Watson x Fem!Reader

Content: fluff, a little assault but John is here for you

Summary: “Imagine John Watson protecting you because you are the next target on a case they are working on, but then he falls in love with you” from here @thefandomimagine + fake dating

On AO3

Note: What am I doing in this fandom…? Sorry if I write inconsistencies. It's been a long time since I watched the series and maybe John will look a bit like Bilbo.

One rainy afternoon, you went to drink tea at 221b baker street with Mrs Hudson, a long friend of your mother. Apparently, she had forgotten her shawl the last time she came to your mother’s house, and you had to bring it back.

Expect that after the tea, Mrs Hudson asked you to follow her outside her home. Despite your curiosity, you preferred to remain quiet. She led you to the top of the stairs in the same building. 

At her first knock on the door, nobody replied. The second time, they heard someone moving, and when she was about to knock a third time, the door opened suddenly.

 “Good afternoon, Mrs Hudson,” said a tall man that you recognise as Sherlock Holmes according to Mrs Hudson’s descriptions she already said about him. “Now is not a good time.”

 “I’m sure you have a little time for me,” she said with a lot of hope in her voice.

The old woman seemed to know how Sherlock was working since he let her enter. She beckoned you to follow her into what looked like a living room despite the clutter. While you were observing the place, the man didn't hesitate to look at you from head to toe before turning back to Mrs Hudson.

 “Sherlock, my dear, this young lady received a lot of menacing letters for months and nobody helped her. I have known her since she was a baby and I don’t want her to be hurt, or worse. Can you do something about it?”

 “Not interested,” he said honestly, shrugging. “It’s the police's job. Surely her ex-boyfriend.”

At the end of Sherlock’s sentence, another man walked in the living room from a corridor at the back of the room. He smiled at the sight of the old woman.

 “Good afternoon, Mrs Hudson,” he said with a smile before noticing you and nodding. “Good afternoon.”

You replied in the same cold tone he used for you while he sounded warmly with Mrs Hudson. Then, the blonde man resumed as he walked next to Sherlock.

 “Do you want some tea?” he asked with a smile.

 “No, thank you John,” Mrs Hudson replied politely. “We are not here for tea. I came with a case for Sherlock.”

At her answer, John looked attentively at you. His eyes weren’t as piercing as Sherlock, but they troubled you even so; strangely more than Sherlock. When the old woman resumed, his attention left you.

 “Please Sherlock, the police won’t help her and you know it,” she said, starting to lose her patience.

 “She doesn’t want help.”

Sherlock’s voice was exaggeratedly tired. He quickly earned a frown look by John, making him understand he was rude. But Sherlock didn’t care about it. Then, maybe it was because of Mrs Hudson’s look or maybe it was the idea of making her upset, be that as it may, he went back on his answer.

 “Very well, please sit down on that chair and explain everything quickly to us.”

Sherlock elegantly sat on an armchair and showed you a chair. John also sat down, noticing that you stayed where you were, as he looked at the chair, then to Sherlock. A long sigh escaped your lips before you talk.

 “He is right. I don’t need help.”

Your voice was cold, more tired than upset. You knew Mrs Hudson was doing this for you, but you didn’t need it. The letters would end at some point or another. 

 “Did you wait for me to accept just to refuse? No. Forget it, I already know the answer,” Sherlock took offence. “Just sit down and talk.”

 “I’m sorry,” you said as you couldn’t help but smile before his attitude. “No need to waste your time with me. It’s just some death threat letter. I’m sure I’m not the only one to receive some of them. My mother panicked and told Mrs Hudson.”

 ”My dear,” the old woman started as she walked close to you, stroking your upper arm. “I have never received any. This is not normal. Let’s talk to them about it.”

The discussion was going nowhere. Sherlock was clearly seeing you didn’t want to be here, but now he accepted it for Mrs Hudson, he didn’t want to give up. As for the old woman, she wouldn’t let you leave without you talking to them.

 “What about some tea?” John said while nobody listened to him as he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

You followed him with your eyes, a light smile on your lips. This man seemed to be used to this kind of thing. When he came back with two cups of tea, he gave one to the now upset woman and Sherlock who were augmenting together. They took it as if it was absolutely normal and continued to speak, like you were here.

Then, John came back from the kitchen once again with two cups of tea, one for you and one for him. A smile lit up his face as you accepted the cup with a shy thank you. You would be lying if you said that this man didn't leave you indifferent, but you hadn't come for that, right? You had only come to return a shawl by the way…

 “So, menacing letters?” John tried with a timid smile, unable to hide that he wanted you to know more about them.

 “Yeah, nothing serious. I think,” you replied as you sipped your tea. “M. Holmes must be right. It's surely my ex.”

 ”Why don't you believe that?” Sherlock asked as he walked to you and John while Mrs Hudsbon only looked at you.

 ”Well, my ex is not a bad person. I know he wouldn’t do that.”

 ”Another ex?” John asked, raising an eyebrow.

 ”Come on, John. She only had one long relationship that ended a few months ago. So, what is written in the letters?”

John frowned but said nothing, leaving you to answer him. While you were looking at your tea, Mrs Hudson joined you and stroked your upper arm again to encourage you.

 ”Well, it’s just letters with simple sentences like ‘You shouldn’t talk to him with such a cute smile’, or ‘The friend you saw you yesterday doesn’t deserve you’, or hm, ‘Stop wearing that dress or I would have no choice but to make it disappear with you’.”

Then, the silence made your eyes raise to them. Sherlock seemed to think, abandoning you to walk in a circle in the middle of the living room. Mrs Hudson smiled at you, stroking your back. John was looking at you with a serious glare. It was almost scary. When he noticed you started to be troubled, he looked at Sherlock as if he was talking to him by telepathy.

 ”Do you keep smiling outside or at work?” Sherlock asked, not stopping his circle.

 ”Yes,” you chucked despite the situation, your eyes turning to Sherlock, then coming back to John as if something about him calmed you.

 ”Do you continue to see your friend mentioned in the letter?”

 ”Yes, sometimes. He was talking about a colleague with whom I just go for a drink when we need to relax after work.”

 ”Do you still wear that dress?” he asked, turning toward you as if he already knew the answer.

A few seconds of silence raised the tension in the room. Even Mrs Hudson stopped stroking your back. You nervously looked at him. He was too serious for this kind of case, right?

 ”No,” you eventually answered. “I didn't want to provoke him…”

 ”Oh, dear,” the old woman sighed in a compassionate voice. “You should tell me sooner.”

 ”It’ll pass,” you smiled, shrugging. “It’s just a dress.”

John was about to say something as he put his tea on the table but Sherlock spoke first.

 ”It won’t. Wear that dress, go on a date, and the harasser will show up in no time.”

 ”Absolutely not, Sherlock!” John said in such a hard tone that you jumped. “He sent her death threat letters. He could be anyone. It’s too dangerous and you know it! ”

 ”It’s the fastest way,” Sherlock affirmed.

 ”What if he tried to kill me?” you asked, surprising John with your nonchalant behaviour. “Can’t we just let him or her, I don’t even know, forget me?”

 ”Did he forget you after all those months? No,” Sherlock confirmed it as if he was the harasser himself. “So, wear that dress and go on a date with John, he will protect you if you need it.”

 ”Wait, what?” John could only say at first, freezing his eyes on Sherlock. 

 ”Take her out for dinner and wait for her harasser to appear. A Saturday night would be good. Are you free next Saturday?”

 ”I’m not–” John started before Sherlock cut him off.

 ”Not you.”

Sherlock was waiting for your answer while you were still trying to understand everything he had said. This man talked too fast! They all looked at you impatiently.

 ”Yes, I’m free but–”

 ”Perfect! John, take her wherever you want, then take her home. That's it. You don’t need me anymore. I need to go now.”

In a few seconds, he took his coat and left the flat, leaving John with a face of incomprehension until you laughed.

 ”Sorry, dear. He is always like that,” Mrs Hudson tried to comfort you. 

 ”It’s alright. He’s fun,” you continued to laugh before calming and turning to John. “Don’t worry about it. I will manage it on my own. Enjoy your Saturday night like you planned it.”

Despite your reassuring tone, John didn’t smile. He looked at you seriously, then took his phone from his trousers.

 ”No, we’ll do as Sherlock said, even if it’s dangerous. Can I have your phone number… And your name? Oh god, we didn’t even introduce each other. I’m Dr John Watson,” he said with an embarrassed cute smile, holding out his hand.

 ”Oh, hm, I’m just Y/n Y/l/n,” you said, unable to hide your surprise knowing he was a doctor, as you checked his hand. “Are you sure about Saturday, because I can–”

 ”I’m sure,” he confirmed, still smiling until he realised he hadn't let go of your hand yet. “I’m, hm. If Sherlock told us to do that, we should do it.”

 ”You seem to have a lot of trust in him,” you smiled. “Well, alright. Let's plan a fake date during the week. I hope I won’t bore you too much.”

Hearing him laughing at your joke reassured you. The first impression of him was cold, but he seemed more kind than you thought. After exchanging your numbers, you went back home, trying to convince yourself it will just be a fake date to find your harasser. But no one has forbidden you to enjoy it, right?

.

During the week, John sent you several messages. At first, it was just to choose a restaurant together, then you both planned a whole afternoon together with a temporary exhibition in a museum and maybe going to watch a film if you have time. 

 ”John? Are you listening to us?” Sherlock sighed as they were in a murder scene while Inspector Lestrade was explaining what he knew. 

 ”Yes. Hm, no. I’m listening now,” John said as he put his phone away with a smile.

 ”I called you for ten minutes.”

 ”Oh, sorry. I was, hm, busy.”

 ”You’ll see her in two days. I’m sure she can wait half an hour before you answer her.”

John didn’t need to tell him, it was so easy for Sherlock to understand who he was texting. John avoided his glaze still smiling as he tried to focus now on the case even though he was still thinking of you. 

..

You missed not wearing that dress. It was one of your favourites and it was very comfortable. With comfortable shoes since you will go to an exhibition, you left your flat to join John who was waiting for you outside. 

Before opening the front door of your building, you checked your letterbox and found a new threatening letter as you used to receive: “I don’t know who you’re texting every day but you should stop it. Don't even think about dating it.” 

When you left the building, you looked around. John joined you with a smile, but he quickly noticed something was wrong. It was too bad because his smile was the best thing to forget what you just read. After explaining the new letter, you tried to smile, hoping that fake date won’t be too dangerous for you or for John.

 ”It’s a lovely dress indeed,” he gently said, making you blush and laugh with his exaggerated tone. “When we’ll find who is behind all those letters, you can wear it more often.”

 ”I hope so,” you shyly started, tucking a strand behind your ear. “Ready for our fake date?”

 ”Absolutely!” he confirmed it with a nod, reminding himself it wasn’t a real date.

Dating Dr John Watson was fun and interesting. Between his anecdotes with Sherlock, his remarks during the exhibition and his casual conversations, you didn't have time to be bored. The afternoon passed more quickly than you realised, as the dinner in a simple and cosy restaurant.

Despite trying to convince yourself it was a fake date, you had a good time with him and when he walked you to your place, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Of course, you didn’t show it, continuing to smile and laugh until you arrived in front of your building. Forgetting everything about the letters, John brought you out of your waking dream.

 ”Finally, nobody showed up,” he said, trying to look discreetly around. “Maybe it’s not a stalker. Just someone who sends letters. In truth, I’m glad nothing happened.”

I don’t want to see you hurt, almost escaped from his lips as his eyes came back to you with a smile. Now, you were both thinking the same thing: What should we do now?

Sherlock didn’t tell you what to do after that, or what if the letters’ writer didn’t show. 

 ”I hope he won’t try to kill me tomorrow morning,” you said in a laugh, trying to lighten the mood despite John remaining serious.

 ”Maybe we could try…”

John avoided your gaze as if he was to say something horrible. You give him time to speak again but he seems lost in thought.

 ”Do you want to provoke the harasser?” you said after understanding what he thought. “A kiss?”

His eyes immediately came back to yours, making you blush by their intensity. If only he was kissing you for another reason…

As he looked up and down several times from your lips to your eyes, you decided to do it yourself. As you slipped your hand on his cold cheek, you stepped toward him and kissed him softly, savouring his lips when you could. They were cold but so soft.

It was impossible to hide your embarrassment after that, so you avoided his eyes with a chuckle as you stepped away.

 ”Usually, I don’t kiss on the first date,” you joked, making John laugh too.

 ”Too bad, because it was sweet.”

John’s thoughts went out on their own and his cheeks turned very red when your eyes widened toward him. If you both didn’t hear the steps next to you, he could have said something, but it was too late. A tall man stopped next to you, looking at you with a furious expression. 

 ”Alex?” you asked, recognising the man who was working at the same place as you. “What are you doing here?”

You barely ended your question that John stepped quickly between you and the man. Nevertheless, he didn't react quickly enough. 

The knife Alex was holding had already hit John before he could stop it. Then, in a few moves too quick for you, he made him drop the knife and tackle him to the ground. Once he was holding him firmly and sure he wasn’t trying anything, he asked you to call the police.

.

After the police’s intervention which you had to go to the police station and back, John wanted to walk you home again. It was now late, but he left you no choice. So once you were in front of your building again, you didn’t smile anymore.

 ”I’m so sorry for what happened,” you sighed as you were rummaging in your bag for your keys. “I was stupidly hoping this won’t happen but…”

 ”It’s absolutely not your fault,” John said with a smile, trying to comfort you even though he didn’t know how to do it.

 ”At least, we’re not injured. It could be worse,” you finally laughed as you looked at him.

Your eyes eventually arrived on his jacket, at his upper arm. There was an opening, and your hand moved faster than your mind. As you touched his jacket now opened with a big opening, you gasped.

 ”Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't see that his knife had cut your jacket. I'll pay you back.”

 ”It’s nothing. My job was to protect you, so I prefer it was that rather than you.”

Why was he so nice? Alright, how could you stay in contact with this man? 

When you were trying to find a reason to see him again, you realised his jacket that you were still touching was strange. You looked better at it and John winced a little.

 ”Don’t tell me he also cut your arm with his knife?” you exclaimed, your voice echoing in the empty night street. “You should tell me! Oh, I can let you leave like that. Follow me home, we'll disinfect it.”

Maybe John should remind you he was a doctor, but the opportunity to spend more time with you was impossible to refuse. He followed you inside your small but cosy home and in a quick time, you were both sitting on your couch. After he removed his jacket, he also removed a side of his shirt, showing a not so deep cut. 

You silently cleaned his wound and took care of it while John was looking at you. If you weren’t as much focused on his arm as you were, you could notice how his eyes were already full of love for you while you both knew each other for just a week. It was unthinkable, but his heart was beating on his own every time you were doing something for him; smiling at him, looking at him, speaking to him, even sending a message to him. 

Then, his hand raised up as he tried to swallow his saliva with difficulty. As you finished your bandage on his arm, you felt his fingers slipping on your cheek, stroking it gently. As you raised your head, a smile eventually appeared on your lips, warming John’s heart even more.

 ”Do you want to kiss me for real this time?” you asked, hoping you correctly understood him.

 ”Yes, please!” he hurried to say as if you could come back to your proposal.

Leaning to you, his lips easily found yours. This time you had the time to taste them. They were so delicious, warm, and soft. You could stay like this for hours.

When John put his other hand on your waist and he felt your warmth, he wanted to deepen the kiss but his phone rang for a short time. Too curious to know who was texting him at this hour, he stopped the kiss, looked at you with an apologetic, cute smile and took his phone. After reading the message, he put his hand under his chin and read it again.

 ”Is there a problem?” you asked, worried.

 ”No, it’s, hm. It’s Sherlock,” he laughed, finally looking at you. “He told me to stop kissing you and go home because he has solved our current case.”

Now, John wasn’t the only one to laugh. You had quickly understood his friend was special but you also found him fun, especially when you saw all the faces John did when he talked about him.

 ”Now that I think about it, I was surprised that he proposed this fake date…” Jon sighed, still smiling, understanding only now Sherlock did it on purpose.

 ”How about doing the opposite of what he asks for a short while?” you asked with a mischievous smile. “And then, join him, of course.”

John didn’t hesitate to drop his phone and kissed again, pulling you against him. Something in him wanted to stay like this with you, but at the same time he knew Sherlock was waiting for him. Reluctantly, he slowly detached his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against yours with a smile.

 ”No kiss on the first date, hm?”

 ”It seems I can make an exception for you.”

John chucked before kissing you once again. Then, in a hurry, he got dressed back. He walked to your door while he promised you a new date when his case will be done. A real date, this time.

[endyourpartofthestory]

if any of my babes die in this new teen wolf movie I will personally punch Jeff Davis in the face

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Complete Character Masterlist

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Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

9-1-1 LONE STAR

Carlos Reyes

Judd Ryder

TK Strand

AVENGERS

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

BRASSIC

Vinnie O'Neil

CASTLE

Javier Esposito

Kevin Ryan

Richard Castle

CHICAGO FIRE

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

CHICAGO PD

Antonio Dawson

Jay Halstead

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Prince Caspian

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

FATE THE WINX SAGA

Riven

Sky

FRIENDS

Joey Tribbiani

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Troy Bolton

LETHAL WEAPON

Martin Riggs

OUTERBANKS

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

RIZZOLI & ISLES

Frankie Rizzoli

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

SHERLOCK

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

SONS OF ANARCHY

Chibs Telford

Happy Lowman

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Tig Trager

SUPERNATURAL

Castiel

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

THE ORIGINALS

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Matt Donovan

Stefan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

TWILIGHT

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

YOUTUBERS

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[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic chaos

Chapter 3

"what was that ?" bonnie ask after stiles was gone

"Scott is having girl trouble with the new girl Alison that all " you answer as you walk along side with each other

" yeah well we are having boy trouble we mean elena " bonnie let out small laugh .

" woah! really what about Matt ? " you and bonnie walk around as party goes on

" i guess there is no Matt and elena anymore" bonnie shrug her shoulders

your phone text alert make you stop walking it's from Stiles as you assumed.

i found him in his home he said Derek took Allison home .

and after i said he was werewolf too he broke out I'm going to check on Allison house

you go home  Scott will be fine.

And stay away from Derek , y/n i mean it

you roll your eyes at his last message before letting him know you're fine .

the sound elena screaming make everyone run towards the source and your breathing stop when you see Vicki on the ground with blood gushing out of her neck .you call the ambulance immediately and they said they will on there way .

" Somebody help!"

Matt kneel next to her" Vicki? Vicki, what the hell?!"

" What happened to her?" Tyler ask

" Somebody, call an ambulance!"  Matt yells

you kneel next her " already did "

" Everybody back up, you give her some space!" Tyler yell at you .

" I'm trying to help !" you check her pulse " her heartbeat is slowing down " you remove your scarf and put it around her neck.

" It's her neck. Something bit her. She's losing a lot of blood." elena tell

you put that on her neck pressing tightly 

" I'm doing just that, it's not on her jugular vain " 

"  What does that mean? does that mean she's alright ? " Matt ask you with teary eyes .

" yeah , don't worry " you reassure him

" Vicki, Vicki, come on, open your eyes, look at me." Matt plead at his sister

when the ambulance come Matt leave with Vicki in ambulance. Noah see you and walk towards you

" you okey kid ?" Noah ask as he see the blood on your dress and hands " where is other two tails ?"

" yeah I'm fine .and no they are not here I'm with bonnie " you answer.

" is she going to be alright ?" you ask worried there is more people getting hurt around here .

You don't think it's going to end soon

" yeah they told me what you did , you did good kid . i don't know what is happening  this goddamn town " he sigh helplessly.

" ahha you used a swear word Mr. stilinski " you amuse him and he shake his head at you let out small smile

" go home safe kid "

" i will sheriff "  You shoot him a salute

Bonnie and elena  stands as bonnie wait for you .

" you guys are good ?" you ask

"yeah " they said .

" Hey. We're gonna go to Mainline Coffee, wait for news you coming?." bonnie said .

"  I gotta take Jeremy home." elena murmure

" Im gonna go home " you decline her offer .

"  there's no way I'm psychic. I know that. But whatever I saw, or I think I saw, I have this feeling.." Bonnie trail off

" Bonnie, what?" Elena ask

" That it's just the beginning." bonnie state after some second elena leave .

bonnie look at you with worried eyes you grab her hands and hold it in you " bonnie I want you to believe in yourself , trust in yourself than anyone and if you need anything I'm here and i will always be here "

she give you tear eyed smile you welcome her in hug. you watch as she walk away .

you look around for and you find just what you search for .

Walking towards him you tap him on his shoulder and he turn to you.

" hi "

"hi" he looks suprised and frown when he didn't understand why you approached him not that he mind .

" you're Issac right ? " You ask with smile on your face

" yeah " he is suprised that you even know his name but try to not show it

"I'm y/n "

" i know we have chemistry together and i seen you around " he give you small smile which you return .

" great then can you give me a lift to the hospital "you ask hopefully.

" yeah , come on I'll take you " Issac lead you to his bike and he start it .

" sorry i only have one helmet wasn't expecting things to take this turn " he apologies

" no its alright .can i hold on to you " you ask for his permission because it's already odd for ask him to drop you at the hospital .

" yeah hold on "he start to ride and you hold on to him .

" if you don't mind me asking why are you going to the hospital are you okey ?" He ask you can feel his worries are genuine.

" yeah I'm good .i just wanted to how she is doing " it's half lie you do want to make sure she is okey and to know what really happened to her .

when you reach the hospital Issac ask you if you want to him to wait for you .

" i think i already bothered you enough " you said with small smile .

" no you didn't, beside what been happening here i don't think I'll be able to go sleep if i don't know you're safe home " he state his geniune concern

you smile at him " don't worry I'll be fine beside i think your parents would be worried for you " at that mention his smile dime as if he remembered something.

" yeah sorry i have to go " he looks afraid and starts his bike .

"wait give me your phone " you ask him and he give after a second you put your number in it and give it to him " here if you need anything text me but don't ask  anything that remotely close to maths i suck at it "

he let out a small laugh " will do , good night y/n "

" good night Issac stay safe " you wave at him before going to the hospital.

you go into vicki room without getting caught by Melissa and  open the door slightly you see matt sitting beside sleeping viki.

" hey can i come in? " you ask matt

matt left his head at the voice surprised to see you there " yeah "

you walk in and stand in the foot the bed "hey, what did the doc say? "

matt run his hands down his face " she is going to be fine sleep through blood loss but it's nothing to worry about " you node at that

vicki start to wake up and matt stand next to her "Vicki...Hey. Hey, it's okay. You're gonna be okay."

" Matt... " vicki calls out from dazed state.

"Hey, don't try to talk, okay? You're fine."  matt continue to clam her

"  Vampire." that's last thing she said before going back to unconscious.

you and matt glance at each other . your head racing with thought you baid matt goodbye after some time before leaving the room.

𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤 . 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩.... 𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞

your eyes widen " you have to be kidding me " you hear noise from the parking lot .

" nope " you said before walking other way only slam in hard chest and surprisingly it's derek again.

you huff annoyed " can you stop doing that you are behaving like a creepy stalker and act like a normal for once " you start to walk past him and he follow you.

"we were haunted by hunters and Scott got hit with a arrow " derek said with seriously.

you turn around at that " what is he alright? he will heal quickly right there is nothing worry about right? " you quickly ask.

" yeah he's fine, how do know that? " derek ask you

you cross your arms " me and stiles did  some research on . are you alright? " you ask him while glance for any bruise Or wounds and see nothing.

" what ? " he raise a eyebrow at this clearly not expecting you ask about his health

you roll your eyes at him " you just said that there is hunter out there and Scott got hit with freaking arrow ,did you get hurt? " he still say nothing you lit your head side wait for him to say something.

" come on " he grab your wrist next thing you knew you're surrounded by woods and a wolf like real wolf in front you. " breath no need to be scared " derek said as he stand behind you with hands on your shoulder  you can feel his chest vibrating as he speak.

" Scott? " you ask astonished  " you're actually a wolf like with teeth and all " you let out a laugh.

you slowly walk towards you and Scott does the same you slowly kneel and put your hand on air but not touching him he sniff your hand allow you to pet him.

" it's amazing " you let out giggle at Coldness of his nose.

you stand up and look back at derek he has grin on his face but the moment quickly become errie when a sound twig breaking alert the two wolf as they stand in defensive stance.

you glance at your surrounding for the new comer and the sound of vicious growl heard throughout the woods . Scott stand in front of you growling and derek stand beside you in defense position .

suddenly derek was thrown away feets away you jumb and turn to see the same creature that bite Scott behind you

" DEREK "

you back away slowly as it's starts to stalk towards you. Thats when Scott stand in front of you letting out growl Scott launch himself at it only to get thrown away to side just like it did with derek.

"NO SCOTT "

you start to run as fast you can through the woods the growling and snarl of creature only make you run faster. you run faster as your lungs start to burn and legs start to give out .the moonlight shine through the woods as you run helping you not to run into trees.

you get into clearing and as you try to catch your breath you hurriedly grab your phone and call Stiles not knowing what to do

You thought about Scott and derek you feel disgusted yourself when you run without looking back at them. You don't know if they are alright but part of yourself knows that they are fine that they are alive.

" pick up.....pick up.....pick up...." tears run down your face waiting for stiles to pick you his phone and finally he does

" stiles help stiles I'm scared " you whisper through the phone afraid that if the creature is out there it might hear you

On the other side of call , at your panicked crying voice stiles jump out his chair " what is going on ???where are you???"

" i don .... don't .. know  ... it's dark.... stiles... please ..come ...  I'm scared....the thing is here....i wanna go home  stiles.....help me....."  Silently you cry to him begging him to come .

" I'm coming y/n but i need you to tell me where you are " Stiles try to clam you to get you tell him about your location.

you look around to see where you are only see the creature looking straight at you.

" I'm coming y/n just stay where you're I'm coming to get you do you hear me???? y/n answer me..... y/n ....y/n. Y/n TALK TO ME " 

the creature stalks towards you before jumping on you.

you close your eyes screaming at top your lungs. a bright green blast erupts around you as it throw the creature  feets away the Psionic effect swipe around the woods before dying down.

footsteps reach your ear as you wobble on your feet , vision disoriented and blurry without knowing you slip into darkness derek catch you before your head hit the ground and take you in his arms.

Scott run towards him and sniff your leg and nudge it with his nose whining when you don't response.

they walk out the woods to the road at same time stiles come driving his jeep , his jeep light blinding them temporary when he see the person that derek holding he rush out the geep towards them.

" what hell did you do to her? " stiles yell at him unaware of Scott in his wolf form focused on you in derek arms and derek gash on his chest.

" I'm helping her idiot " derek hiss. stiles glare at him before  trying grabbing you from him but derek didn't let him

" give her to me " stiles pull you towards him " y/n are you alright???you're clearly not  you' re blacks out "

" you'll drop her let me help " derek sigh Scott understand this push stiles away with his head that's when he notice the wolf.

" what hell is this?! " stiles yelp back.

derek roll his eyes and start to walk towards the geep and stiles follow " that your friend you idiot "

"Scott?!! ".stiles yelp looking down at Scott " nice puppy " Scott huff as if annoyed at at stiles and he notice this " wow still in this foam you're giving me attitude "

derek put you in the passenger seat.

" tell me what the hell did you do to her? " he ask derek.

"I didn't do anything, the thing that bite Scott was chasing us and we just found . she just fainted when we found her " derek said angered at the accusations.

stiles check for any bite marks on you and whe  he find nothing he let a breath of relief . " there is no scratch or bruise that good. " he turn to Scott " when will he turn back to human.? "

"tomorrow morning . come on we have get out here the hunters get here " derek said with unimpressed face

" there is hunters here !" stiles shout.

derek didn't answer to that only telling him that go to his home as he vanish with Scott on his tail.

"WAIT.. SCOTT.. DEREK " stiles throw his hands in the air. he eventually get in the jeep you're still passed out beside him . he glance at you and tuck a hair that fall on your face behind you're ear .

when he get home as he hoped his dad was not there but derek was standing at the doorsteps with Scott

" unbelievable could you not be more creepy? " stiles scoff at him

derek just rolls his eyes before walking towards the jeep.

" what are you doing? " stiles quickly jump out of his seat as he see derek walk towards your side.

" you unlock the door I'll carry her " derek  sternly said leaving no for say in this.

stiles glare at him before opening the door as he lead them to his house to his room. derek put you in stiles bed and Scott take seat next you stiles face clearly showing displeasure at Scott staining the sheets but didn't say anything he take off your shoes before pulling a blanket over you.

derek taking out a phone and stiles glance at the familiar device " wait that y/n! what are you doing with it "

derek quickly type something before putting it beside you. " her sister was blowing up her phone just told her you guys having a sleep over. " he turn to look at Scott and stiles.

" wait.."  stiles start but derek is gone  "  that guy needs serious manners teaching " stiles sit in his chair.

Masterpost

[strangesthirdeye]

Sixth Sense ( SH x platonic! Reader)

Relationship: Sherlock x platonic! Reader.

summary: the reader has the advantage of a sixth sense where she is able to see, hear, and feel the presence of something that others cannot see.. and if I say that the reader regrets having that sixth sense, what is it like?

Warning: mention of blood, mention of Burned alive, mention of killed, mention of suffocating, mention of hanging and gore

as always, forgive me if there are any grammar mistakes, or spelling mistakes or confusing storylines.. I tried and english is not my first language so forgive me if there are some sentences that you don't understand.

-Dhani

You must have heard of ghosts, right? do you believe in its existence? let me explain in more detail about the Ghost before we continue our story.

A ghost is the soul or spirit of a dead person or animal that is believed to be able to appear to the living. In ghostlore, descriptions of ghosts vary widely, from an invisible presence to translucent or barely visible wispy shapes to realistic, lifelike forms. The deliberate attempt to contact the spirit of a deceased person is known as necromancy, or in spiritism as a séance. Other terms associated with it are apparition, haunt, phantom, poltergeist, shade, specter, spirit, spook, wraith, demon, and ghoul.

The belief in the existence of an afterlife, as well as manifestations of the spirits of the dead, is widespread, dating back to animism or ancestor worship in pre-literate cultures. Certain religious practices—funeral rites, exorcisms, and some practices of spiritualism and ritual magic—are specifically designed to rest the spirits of the dead. Ghosts are generally described as solitary, human-like essences, though stories of ghostly armies and the ghosts of animals rather than humans have also been recounted.

They are believed to haunt particular locations, objects, or people they were associated with in life. According to a 2009 study by the Pew Research Center, 18% of Americans say they have seen a ghost.

The overwhelming consensus of science is that there is no proof that ghosts exist. Their existence is impossible to falsify, and ghost hunting has been classified as pseudoscience. Despite centuries of investigation, there is no scientific evidence that any location is inhabited by the spirits of the dead. Historically, certain toxic and psychoactive plants (such as datura and hyoscyamus niger), whose use has long been associated with necromancy and the underworld, have been shown to contain anticholinergic compounds that are pharmacologically linked to dementia (specifically DLB) as well as histological patterns of neurodegeneration.

Recent research has indicated that ghost sightings may be related to degenerative brain diseases such as Alzheimer's disease. Common prescription medication and over-the-counter drugs (such as sleep aids) may also, in rare instances, cause ghost-like hallucinations, particularly zolpidem and diphenhydramine. Older reports linked carbon monoxide poisoning to ghost-like hallucinations.

(source from: Wikipedia)

However, the existence of ghosts remains a mystery in this century. There are those who believe that some creatures such as demons or ghosts deliberately make themselves appear by scaring people or animals. in addition, some also believe that some strange events such as objects moving by themselves or the sound of knocking and footsteps are the work of ethereal beings to show their existence that not only humans live in this world.

Also, there are individuals who do not believe in the existence of ghosts. For them, they will not believe the ghost exists until they see it with their own eyes. Some people still believe that all strange occurrences are purely science or the work of insiders to scare people. And of course, this world would not be complete without these two sides, namely good and evil. Every creature on earth must have good and bad.

We have good ghosts and bad ghosts. So it is not surprising that some ghosts act violently towards humans. Although the existence of this ghost still remains a mystery, there are still recordings or photos that show that the ghost exists. It doesn't matter which country there is definitely a ghost existence. Some recordings or pictures will definitely become blurry or unclear every time this creature appears in front of the camera.

This shows that some people believe that ghosts can influence or disrupt the technology or signals around them and some also believe that it may be because the technology is problematic or out of date. We don't know.

So it is not surprising if there are people who believe or not about the existence of ghosts. Some people also claim that they have the advantage of seeing, feeling or hearing the presence of ghosts. This is called the sixth sense or clairvoyant. This advantage is not a normal advantage like normal people. This advantage only involves the mystical world or the other side and only selected people have this advantage, including Y/n L/n.

This advantage can appear from 'birth' or 'suddenly'. What I mean about 'from birth' is that after we are born in this world, our vision must be blurred. However, after a few weeks or months our vision will become clear and this will allow us to see subtle beings clearly. This is because subtle beings are more inclined towards children or babies who have just been born. 'They' prefer to bother babies or children because for 'them' they are the easiest and weakest targets to mess with.

And what I mean by 'suddenly' is, some people will initially experience disturbances slowly like things moving on their own, their body starts to feel uncomfortable or the feeling of being watched starts to feel. This is because our human instincts can detect the presence of subtle beings. In addition, over time, this disturbance will begin to become extreme as the creature begins to appear suddenly, mysterious whispers are heard or most likely an unpleasant smell such as the smell of a corpse or the smell of incense. Some religions also have ways to drive away or detect the presence of these ethereal beings, to get protection from God. I don't really brave to go on about religion because I'm afraid it will offend other religions so I just deepened my explanation about the sixth sense.

So, you already know about this sixth sense that only selected people are able to have this advantage and also only people who have a strong spirit are able to face this advantage. So, don't be surprised if your friends or other people are talking to themselves, eh? maybe because the person has schizophrenia. You decide.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ BACK TO THE STORY ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

So, you already know about ghosts and the benefits of the sixth sense, right? heh, I don't think it will be a problem for you to understand the situation Y/n L/n is facing. Yes, Y/n L/n has a sixth sense since birth. For others this advantage is quite interesting and cool but for you this advantage is a troublesome burden. I mean, are you comfortable if there are eyes watching you when you are doing work alone? Watching your every move or interfering with your daily life? not comfortable right? Such is the situation faced by Y/n L/n now, who is sitting in the corner of the room with both legs close to her chest while her head is resting on her knees.

It was 4:40am, and you woke up because you heard a mysterious whisper and also felt something cold touching your right arm while you were lulled into a dream. The most surprising thing was when you opened your eyes, you were surprised by a pair of white eyes watching you at the end of your bed as if watching your movements. And this also made you jump and scream at the top of your lungs and then get up from the bed and then sit at the end of the room with your mouth clenched with the sentence 'please, don't come any closer'.

But, that pair of eyes is still at the end of your bed. Watching you with it sharp eyes. Strangely, the pair of eyes only remained at the end of the bed. Does not move or disappear. It's just stiff. You shivered in fear. The overwhelming feeling of fear caused your eyes to start to water with fear.

She is afraid

can you see us?

do you want to be our friend?

Let's be our friends..

we are alone

Whisper after whisper echoed in both your ears. Quickly, you covered your ears with your hands tightly. Your eyes were closed tightly for fear that the creature would suddenly bring it friends to scare you. You started whimpering in fear. Your sobs began to be heard in the early hours of the morning. Your dark room adds to your fear.

" Please, don't come any closer to me.. I don't mess with you so you don't mess with me.. I don't like it " you whined in fear as your eyes and ears were closed tightly.

And, the sound of your crying can still be heard in flat 221C which is where you live.

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The very early morning that was quite dark must still have people still sound asleep in their dreams and not paying attention to what happened while they were sleeping. But, there are still people who do not sleep and none other than Sherlock Holmes. Yeah, he and John Watson is your downstairs neighbors..221B..yeah. You and Sherlock aren't close..I mean, you get along well with him but not really because to you he seems like he doesn't want to get along with anyone but John and Mrs. Hudson. Just saying hello to each other is enough. Sometimes you send any foods or items to give to Sherlock or John. Amazingly, you and John seem to get along. Who doesn't want to hang out with John? he was the second friendliest person from the first day you moved in Flat 221C.

Oh, don't let me start with Mrs. Hudson. She is the first person to welcome you to stay at flat 221C and the friendliest woman ever. Sometimes she will make tea plus cookies and chat with you either at your flat or her flat. There is also a lot of gossip that you and Mrs. Hudson shared.. but not about your sixth sense, of course. She is like a mother that you will not find anywhere. Lovely Mrs. Hudson, England will fall without her.

Sherlock sighed heavily. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling of his flat in boredom. He must have been bored because there wasn't a single case this early in the morning. Perhaps the criminals are all asleep. He's at a standstill. He didn't know what to do. He had gone to the mind palace but it still didn't get rid of his boredom and now Sherlock could only lie on the couch and stare at the ceiling for a long time.

If he wants to do an experiment, all the items have been used so all the materials have been used up. So now he has run out of material. If he wants to shoot at the wall, he can't. Later, he will be scolded by John or Mrs. Hudson because he disturbed their sleep time. So, now he can only look at the ceiling for a long time. Who knows, all of a sudden an interesting case will appear and he will be eager to do it. Worried that if he reaches a certain point he starts creating the crime scene himself out of boredom, it will be even worse.

Sherlock stared at the ceiling for almost an hour. Without realizing that it was almost 5 am. Suddenly, Sherlock was startled when he heard a scream from upstairs. He quickly sat down while looking up with a confused expression on his face.

' what the hell ' thought Sherlock confused while frowning.

The sound of the scream seemed familiar to him. The sound of a woman's scream. And there are only two women plus baby girl in this flat. if Mrs. Hudson, it wouldn't be because the scream was very loud and sounded a bit like a young person compared to the old woman's voice which was quite hoarse and unclear. No.. Definitely not Rosie.

Y/n

Yeah, it must be his new neighbor who just moved in less than 4 months ago. What happened to her? is she in danger? Quickly Sherlock got up and ran out of his flat. His robe fluttered with his speed. His feet took a thousand steps up the stairs to the top flat. Why was she screaming so early this morning? is it because of a bad dream? or break in?.

A thousand questions ran through Sherlock's mind after he arrived at the door of your flat. His right hand reached for the door knob and turned it. Puzzled, Sherlock frowned. Unlocked.. this door is unlocked. There is indeed a break-in!

Without delay and slowly, Sherlock then opened the door of your flat with a state of readiness, perhaps worried that the robber would attack him suddenly. The dark and quiet atmosphere of your flat makes the current situation tense. This made Sherlock even more puzzled. Slowly, he stepped right foot into your flat. His right hand began to reach out and began to feel the wall looking for the light switch.

Click

The sound of a light switch being turned on broke the silence of the flat, thus brightening the dark atmosphere of the flat a moment ago. Strange. The atmosphere of your flat is quite tidy. There were no signs of a break-in. All items are arranged in their respective places. This added to Sherlock's confusion. But, why did you scream earlier? what made you scream? Where are you?

If it's not a break-in, it must be a nightmare. Normal stuff. Everyone has their own nightmares. Sherlock let out a light sigh before his ears caught the sound of cries and pleas in the direction of your room.

"Please, don't be close to me.. please go away.. I didn't bother you so you don't bother me.. please"

The sound of your pleas was muffled in your room. Sherlock frowned. Is there anyone else besides you in that room? who are you talking to?

Slowly, his feet stepped towards your room. The sound of your cries and pleas grew louder as he approached your room. There is indeed someone other than you in this room. Sherlock sighed heavily before reaching for the room knob. The doorknob of the room was turned slowly, the door opened wide. And in a state of readiness Sherlock saw the state of your dark room.

Empty. No one is in your room. But your cries and pleas are getting louder.

Sherlock frowned before walking into your room and caught a glimpse of you at the end of the room sitting with your legs close to your chest, both of your hands on your ears and your eyes closed tightly as your mouth was still clenched repeating the same sentence as if reciting a spell.

Indeed for Sherlock the atmosphere of the room was quiet and dark but for you the atmosphere of the room seemed crowded with whispers and glimpses that appeared in every corner and space in your room making you even more afraid to be in your own room.

Don't be like that, let's be friends

we are alone, we are afraid

YOU WILL DIE

Come with us, we know how to make you happy

You will be happy with us when you are no longer in this world.

can you see us?

please, please find my body?!

" SHUT UP! SHUT UP! " you shouted loudly and opened your eyes and looked around the room.

The light in the room was turned on by Sherlock quickly Sherlock then approached you and started to hug your body which started to struggle as if it was fighting something that the naked eye cannot see.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/N! wake up! you're just having a bad dream.. come on.. wake up" Sherlock said while trying to calm you down who was getting more and more aggressive.

" no no no. Sherlock you don't understand.. you don't know what I see and hear.. 'they' are getting worse and worse. I can't take it anymore" you pleaded before you started to hide your face in Sherlock's chest.

" what do you mean 'they'? what don't I understand? tell me, Y/n" Sherlock said confused as he ran his hand over your back trying to calm you down.

Sherlock could feel your body start to get cold and shiver violently from fear. Your face is pale, your eyes are red from crying non-stop and your speech is stuttering, your voice is starting to become hoarse as a result of screaming at the top of your lungs just now. What? What makes you so scared? Sherlock could feel that you were aware from earlier and not delusional because of the way you answered Sherlock's question a moment ago.

"I don't want to be here.. there are too many of 'them'.. 'they' are looking at us.. 'they' are talking about us. Too many eyes are watching.. I can't stand all this" you said stuttering while your eyes were still closed tightly with your hand that was gripping Sherlock's shirt tightly.

Yes, you can't handle all this anymore. 'They' have gotten worse. All this time 'they' were just playing gently and for you it wasn't a problem but over time it got worse when they started throwing things suddenly, moving chairs or tables, whispering something negative in your ear, and started touching you. Furthermore, your body starts to feel uncomfortable with the presence of 'them'. as if 'they' want something from you.

Sometimes, you will find bruises or scratches on your hands and feet, and on your shoulders, which is 'their' favorite place to add decoration with long and painful scratches. Sometimes, you will be disturbed by nightmares like you are being strangled or killed, or even burned alive.. most of them are about being burned alive and being killed. As if 'they' want you to feel what 'they' felt when they died.

The strange thing is, you can feel what 'they' feel like your body will be hot as if burnt, your neck will be pressed as if you are being hanged or strangled by someone with big hands, you will feel like being stabbed many times in the chest and stomach.

Oh, how wonderful it would be if you were born without this sixth sense. This kind of thing will not happen to you.

Sherlock rubbed your body gently. His forehead was furrowed as if he was confused by what you said just now. His eyes wandered around the room lit by the ceiling lamp. Empty. no people or eyes are in your room. And there is no sound of people talking in your room other than the sound of your rapid breathing.

After a few minutes, you started to calm down. Your breathing is back to normal, your eyes are less red and the color of your face is back to the pallor of your face due to fear.

"please, Sherlock I don't want to be in this room.. too much negative energy that makes my body feel bad" you begged and looked at Sherlock's face with pleading eyes.

"What do you mean there is a lot of negative energy here?" asked Sherlock tilting his head slightly.

You looked at Sherlock's face for a moment before closing your eyes tightly as the whispers grew louder.

OH, IT WOULD BE WONDERFUL IF I COULD TAKE YOUR BODY

I WILL STOP YOUR HEART

I WILL BE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU DIE

"please," you begged, your eyes still closed tightly as your body began to feel unwell.

"ok ok, let's go to my flat.. if that's what you want. come on" Sherlock said trying to help you stand up.

You started to stand up but your legs were weak and shaking from fear. Fortunately, Sherlock is there to support you. If not, you must have fallen.

Slowly, you and Sherlock walked out of your flat and down the stairs towards Sherlock's flat. And all negative energy and whispers disappear immediately. Then you feel that your body feels light as if you have released a heavy burden from your shoulders.

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The clock showed 6:01 in the morning, John who had just finished cleaning himself began to frown in a strange way because he didn't catch a glimpse of Sherlock. The room was empty, and the flat felt just quiet. Usually, the sound of Sherlock's violin can be heard early in the morning.. if not for the sound of the violin, his screams will be enough to decorate their morning. Right after he checked on Rosie who was still sleeping in her crib, John then walk towards the kitchen to make early morning tea.

A cup of tea was placed on the table next to John's chair, when John began to reach for his laptop and then sat on his original chair. The laptop is opened and his blog is highlighted in the screen.

The flat door was opened wide from the outside and John immediately turned to see who opened the door. How surprised he was to see Sherlock and you enter the flat. With you in fear in Sherlock's arms and also the serious look on Sherlock's face, it made a question mark to John who was confused by the current situation.

"Sherlock? where did you go so early this morning? please, tell me you didn't do anything to Y/n" said John with a serious expression on his face.

"please, John.. this is not the time to be angry with me. Trust me I didn't do anything to Y/n. Just, please check on Y/n." said Sherlock after just helping you to sit on the sofa.

" what? what's going on with her? " John said with worry as he put his laptop on the table next to his chair and walked towards you.

The blank expression on your face made John even more worried. Your eyes were focused on the floor of the flat, ignoring the current situation. Your brain is still about the incident so you are most likely still scared.

John immediately knelt in front of you before his hands reached your face to look into your eyes. Your eyes are still red but less. John kept turning to the side of your face to see if there were any injuries or not. Luckily, no injuries were seen. What caught John's attention was the bruise on your right arm.

"Y/n, did you hear what I said?" asked John.

As if you just came out of your world, you looked into John's eyes before nodding.

"ok, good.. now do you know what happened to you? I noticed a bruise on your hand. Do you feel pain?" asked John again before gently pressing on the bruise on your hand.

"no, I don't feel anything.. but I think I'm a little bit ok" you replied in your hoarse voice.

"ok, if you say so. Sherlock get me an ice cube and wrap it with a cloth. I want to put it on this bruise" directed John to Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded before walking towards the kitchen. John who was still kneeling in front of you started to get up before looking at you who were sitting.

As if something moved in the corner of your eye, you immediately turned towards the door. There, you see a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and a gray shirt with a black jacket and black pants leaning against the door frame was looking at John with her sweet expression. This spirit, seems to be in a state of peace and calm. Her face is calm and sweet, without any wounds or blood like the ghosts you've seen all this time. this is the first most calm and peaceful ghost you've ever seen.

"Y/n"

You quickly looked at John who was holding the ice that had been wrapped in a cloth and his hand was extended to hand the ice to you. Slowly you reached for the ice and placed it on the bruise on your hand and your eyes focused on Sherlock who was sitting looking at you with his hands in a prayer position.

"I think you have something you need to say" Sherlock said without taking his eyes off you.

John looked at Sherlock sternly as if trying to tell Sherlock not to rush. Sherlock ignored John's gaze and just focused his gaze on you.

" I don't know what to say.. because I know what you're going to hear, you won't believe it. " you said realizing that the ghost of the woman was turning her eyes towards you.

"Just now, what do you mean 'they'? What do you mean that 'they' are looking at us and talking about us? And what do you mean about negative energy?" asked Sherlock, stammering.

Yes, you knew Sherlock was going to ask a lot of questions. So swallowing hard, you opened your mouth. The ice you hold feels like it's starting to melt even though you've just held it.

" have you ever heard of a sixth sense? or Clairvoyant? " you asked with a bit of hesitation.

John frowned in confusion before looking at Sherlock who had only been focusing on you.

"umm- ok.. Can one of you tell me, what's going on now? What are you talking about?" asked John in confusion.

The ghost of the woman turned her gaze towards John before shaking her head with her sweet smile.

Sherlock sighed heavily. "you see, John. Our new neighbor is scared and I'm surprised you didn't hear any screams early this morning, so I went to check what happened to our new neighbor. And surprisingly, the door to the flat was not locked-"

"wait, the door to my flat isn't locked? What do you mean my flat isn't locked? as far as I know before I go to sleep I always lock it- oh" you were silent for a moment as you realized something.

As you know, you lock the door of your flat before you go out or before you go to bed. How can it be opened? Unless there is an entity that opens it.

" anyway, back to the story. I went into her flat and there was no sign of a break-in so I thought Y/n had a bad dream at first but I started hearing cries and pleas from her room so I went to her room to check on her. And I thought someone else was in her room so I opened the door and her room was dark and quiet.. I only heard cries and pleas from Y/n. And I found her at the end of her room, crying with her eyes and ears closed tightly as if there were many people and noise in the room. I thought Y/n was delusional but when I just asked a question, she answered what I said well. So I assume she is aware of what happened just now but she is in a state of fear. so I tried to calm her down.. and she started saying something about 'them' that 'they' are looking at and talking about us" explained Sherlock in one breath.

John was silent for a while trying to process the information given by Sherlock a moment ago. Damn.. this is a lot. Too many things were happening and he only knew that he was sleeping at that time.

" this.. this is too much to process. It's only one night and a lot of things happened and I don't even know" said John before rubbing his forehead.

"yeah, if you don't care about sleep, you'll know this without me explaining" replied Sherlock looking at John before turning his attention to you who seemed to be looking at the door.

"Y/n?" Sherlock called.

You gasped before looking away from the ghost of a woman and looking at Sherlock with slightly widened eyes.

"Tell me about the sixth sense" asked Sherlock curiously while his hands are placed as if in a prayer position.

You looked at Sherlock for a moment. John, who had been standing earlier, started taking the client's chair and placed it between Sherlock's chair and his chair before gesturing towards you to sit on the chair.

"Do I need to sit on that chair?" you asked.

"yes, you are our client and you have an interesting case. So please sit down and tell us what the sixth sense is." replied Sherlock impatiently.

Without delay, you start to get up and walk towards the client's chair then sit down and try to comfort yourself. The ice that you were holding was taken by John before John walked into the kitchen. After John finished throwing the ice into the sink, he sat on his chair and nodded as a sign that he was ready to listen to your explanation.

"I just want to say, it's up to you to decide if you want to believe it or not, I won't force you to believe everything I want to say because I believe these things are things that these days take as a joke."you said

"What do you mean?" asked Sherlock.

"Every time I say something, someone else will say I'm a freak or crazy.. even worse, they'll laugh at me because they don't believe what I'm saying, so that's why I always keep quiet about this" you said looking down.

John looked at you sympathetically as the female ghost looked at you with a sad expression.

"don't mind them. They are just people who are not open minded. I am not even surprised if such people go through the same thing as what you are going through. People these days only care about themselves. And treat others like slaves . They think they are kings without realizing that what they do will surely have the worst consequences for them" said Sherlock with a hard look.

The flat was silent for a moment. Sunlight began to enter the flat through the window and the sound of a car or motorbike engine could be heard outside indicating that the people of London were already awake and ready to go about their daily lives.

"now, about the sixth sense" said Sherlock.

"umm- you see.. sixth sense is an advantage that only selected people have.. not everyone has this advantage. And this sixth sense is the sense where I can see, hear and feel the presence of ethereal beings for example... ghosts. I always refer to the creatures as 'them' and I always see 'them' in an ugly state and badly injured so yeah.. it's a bit scary" you said you were afraid to match Sherlock and John.

"so that's mean, what happened earlier was because of 'that'?" asked Sherlock raising his eyebrows.

You nodded yes.

" usually 'they' will disturb me gently like playing with lights, knocking and footsteps or objects moving by themselves.. but lately 'they' are getting worse.. it's like 'they' start appearing in front of me, always watching me, they whispered something bad and started to hurt me..for example, the bruise I have is one of the effects they have made on me..if it's not a bruise, there are also scratches on my legs and shoulders..but 'they' prefer it hurt me in the shoulder" you said.

"anything else they have done to you besides hurting you?" asked John after a long silence.

You looked at John for a moment before your eyes focused on the ghost of a woman sitting on John's left arm rest. At a glance you already know that this woman's ghost has something to do with John because this woman's ghost seems to go with John only like a guardian angel.

" I-ah.. I usually have sleep paralysis but for me it's normal, there's only time, I'll have nightmares like I'm burned alive, killed, hanged to death or suffocated.. and because of that.. I can feel what happens in dreams in the real world so it scares me to sleep" you said looking away from the ghost of the woman and then looked at John.

luckily John didn't notice your look. However, Sherlock noticed that and saved it for another time.

" so, that's it? I'm quite surprised that you have this rare advantage. I don't think you're crazy or a freak.. but I think you're very interesting and have your own advantages and uniqueness. Not everyone can go through that like you. You're a strong person, Y/n. I'm sure you can get through all that easily." Sherlock said in a soft yet firm tone.

John looked at Sherlock with his mouth open as if he couldn't believe that Sherlock was complimenting someone and that someone was you.. this is probably how many times he has complimented people but the way he spoke was very sincere.

You looked at Sherlock for a moment as if you couldn't believe what Sherlock was saying. Sherlock Holmes is a person who does not like to show his emotions but his actions and conversation are enough to indicate that he is not an emotionless robot. This is a miracle.

The ghost of the woman who had been sitting on the arm of John's chair smiled widely at Sherlock before turning her gaze to you with a beaming smile. A sweet smile that can brighten everything.Your gaze continued to shift towards the Female Ghost before a smile escaped you.

"What are you looking at?" asked Sherlock suddenly.

Your gaze began to shift towards Sherlock.

"umm- there was a ghost of a woman on John's left.. she was always near John like she was John's guardian angel." answer you.

"What does she look like?" asked John with a worried frown.

"umm- she's clean and beautiful no traces of wounds or blood.. radiant and she brings good energy. her face is calm and peaceful. she has blond hair-"

Before you could finish the sentence, Rosie's cry was heard from John's room. John quickly walked into his room to pick up Rosie. After that, John walked out into the living room and in his hand was Rosie who had woken up. And that's when you understand something.

Rosie has an image of her father and an image of the woman's ghost. Her eyes were like the ghost of the woman, as was her hair. Now you understand.

" John, I think... I see your wife" you said softly.

John looked at you with a feeling of surprise plus a feeling of sadness before looking at the place you were looking at which was where the ghost of the woman was. Now Sherlock understands why you are looking at thin air, apparently you are looking at Mary Watson, wife of John Watson and mother of Rosamund Mary Watson.

John tried to hold back his tears before taking a deep breath and hugging Rosie tightly to his chest.

"yeah.. she looks beautiful doesn't she?"

[babes4pdd]

Please Don't Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain Headcanons

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time like ever writing fanfic + posting it so my apologies if there's any formatting errors. Anyways I just rewatched this and I wanted to write something about it because I Love it LOL. I hope you Enjoy!

P.S. There is both SFW and NSFW content in here so only read if you're 18+!!!!!

Ben Marshall 

Very ambitious and work driven, eager to impress his father 

Similarly he is very eager to please YOU always, sometimes he gets caught up with work but after that his first priority is always you <3 

He always trys to act like he isn’t silly, but you always manage to wear him down 

Outside of Jawn and Martin mostly people see him as v work obsessed and serious 

So when you finally get to know this side of him you’re like shook because you never would have guessed 

That Ben Marshall is so fun and goofy 

His chest and shoulders are covered in freckles 

He is such a terrible cook he burns everything 

Loooves folding laundry with his big headphones on... like that boy loves a repetitive task 

Refuses to smoke weed with you and Jawn and Martin but once a month after like...four Trulys he will hit your cart wayyy too hard and cough so hard you guys have to bring him outside and rub his back 

He always smells so good, like clean grass and Irish spring soap 

Leaves guy time constantly to hang out w you 

Campfire guy 

NSFW 

Little to no experience LOL 

Came in his pants the first time you two made out 

His fave is missionary because he needs to be able to see your face 

Praise kink to the maxxxxx 

Loooooves overstim lol 

Def into spit, loves when when your saliva is in/on him 

Also has a thing for hickies, loves when you two stumble somewhere together, arms around each other’s waists, cheeks burning red and necks covered in bruises 

Loves to eat pussy, but def neeeds more practice, like obv he was a total virgin when you too met  

But still loves to at least attempt to please you, super overeager 

Begs for it  

Rly wants to cum inside of you 

Likes being called Daddy on occasion  

Martin Herlihy 

Pretentious boyfriend to the max 

Vinyl guy 

Loves getting white girl wasted 

Loves to dance when he’s drunk 

Very clingy in the mornings  

Like mansplains everything to you 

Super overprotective and jealous 

Hand on your lower back as you guys walk around together 

When/if you get flirted with in public he gets so angry and possessive and he gets weird 

Likes when you wear his clothes 

Nsfw 

Brings up you being flirted with by strangers during sex 

Gets his jealousy out by sex 

Loooooves getting oral, but will also give 

Loves lingerie  

Wants to shotgun vape smoke into your mouth 

Likes hair pulling 

Likes you being on top of him 

Likes manhandling you  

Will spit in your mouth 

Likes to roleplay 

Sometimes Lawrence comes out during sex 

Always wants to be called daddy 

Cums on your face! 

If you wear glasses he's Begging to cum on them  

Total ass guy 

Sex playlist 

Likes to degrade (not good at it) 

1 and done for sex, if he cums first he’ll eat you out till you cum and then be like “Im sleepy 😊 ) 

Gets drunk and horny 

John Higgins 

Loves date nights in 

Takeout and movie 

Loves to cuddle 

Little spoon 

Is a good cook 

Loves wine and gossip 

Is a sassy man 

Is constantly texting you/sending you tiktoks 

Takes tons of candid pictures of you 

500+ day snap streak 

Is really whiny and clingy, especially in the morning  

Likes his head being scratched 

Likes showering with you and you washing his hair 

Is a human furnace, always so hot 

Passenger princess 

Loves getting you little trinkets and treats 

Loves to kiss your head 

NSFW 

Submissive most of the time 

Occasionally dominant 

Boob/thigh guy 

Likes to be degraded 

Gives tons of praise 

Loud, whiny  

Begging 

Likes to be bossed around 

Gets pegged occasionally 

Loves it 

Gets sooo needy when he’s high 

Hairy 

Always smells a bit too good 

Cannot have sex while watching something, he gets too focused and has to pause it  

Incorporate sex toys 

Also into overstimulation 

Likes the way of masturbating to a person, like sending you videos of him jerking off 

Obsessed with boobs the way a 13 year old boy is 

The best collected afterwards, the king of aftercare 

Calls you mommy 

Likes to be degraded but simultaneously needs to be affirmed 

[ghost162]

We all agree that this music is perfect for Sherlock and john ?

It's my first Sherlock edit while a long time so it's a sign of my return! I will try to make more posts but this one was very fun to do! I hope you like it.

He is so cute with his wife <3