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Poor Tom. The baby didn’t stand a chance. What I’m trying to figure out is how Joker got the dead body out the bedroom. The apartment! without Y/n noticing!!!

I know he’s the Joker… but 👀 cmon now.

Sorry if you've wrote something like this before, but I was wondering how J would react if his bunny had a secret admirer/stalker. Maybe the stalker had been subtly leaving things for B but she never really noticed/cared so she never mentioned it to J. And I wonder how he would react if her stalker got bold enough to break in to her house one day. I can only imagine no one would be crazy enough to stalk the Jokers gf, so the stalker probably isn't aware of that lol. I hope this isn't to weird, and feel free to tweak the request if need be! :)

His Lighthouse: I Fantasize About You (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

I Fantasize About You - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

authors note:

Hey hi anon!!!! Please don't hate me, this ask dates back to November 2023!!!! Lemme explain 😫life happened. OMG I thank you for your patience also, thank you for unlocking stalker!content! I needed this more than you will ever know! I have not written something like this before so *rubs my hands together* I'm so excited for this out of my comfort zone challenge! I did tweak the request a little and I hope you like where I took it. Enjoy anon!!! Oh and the title is the song lol.

Once again forgive me for this extremely late request fill 🖤✨

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Another vivid bouquet of flowers was left on the table in front of your apartment with an empty card. A little odd, however, they were gorgeous and smelled even better that you paid little attention as to how they got there.

Morgana had you on a weekly (if not daily) subscription giving no reason to question their origin. There was always an arrangement of flowers right outside your door. So, when bigger lavish bouquets arrived like clockwork, you squealed and brought them inside all without a second thought as well.

Unbeknownst to you, the excessive floral deliveries started months ago and increased in a desperate attempt to gain your attention.

When you ventured out, you didn’t think much about your surroundings. There was nothing to fear when you dated Gotham City’s worst nightmare. That wasn’t to say you weren’t cautious, you just happened to overlook the finer details at times.

Joker promised you the best security detail money could buy, and you trusted him. He always protected you why would he stop now?

That special day was no different than any other.

Joker was sleeping off his long night of terrorizing the city, so you were left to your own devices to run some errands. The sky was so beautiful, it stole your attention for a fraction of a second—long enough to make you bump into a stranger on the sidewalk.

Your bag fell out of your hand and in the process caused the entire contents to spill out.

“Hey! Watch it!”

It shouldn’t have bothered you really. There were tons of rude people in Gotham City. The tone that was used urged you to grab your spilled contents before the person grew even more frustrated.

The last of your things were shoved back inside your bag and you stood to try and clear the air. “I’m so sorry! My heads not screwed on tight today. Are.. are you alright?”

You were a bit puzzled when you raised your head and locked eyes with a male. All of his previous ire had fizzled out into a blank, unreadable expression. He couldn’t look away if his life depended on it.

“Um sir?” You tried to spark a conversation to no avail. You waved in his face; he didn’t even blink. Now this was a new reaction.

Other people walking by directed their gaze to the odd man blocking the path. It was nice to not be the center of attention, yet this was starting to freak you out. He was still staring at you.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder. “Well um.. this is awkward. Again, I’m sorry. H-Have a great day?”

Where was your supposed security at a time like this? At least the guy didn’t become violent but still, security was slacking on the job. You walked off and thought nothing else of the encounter.

You never noticed that the man was still staring at you in a trance nor how his focus shifted from your retreating form, down to the open notebook you left behind on the ground. He picked it up with great care before skimming over the page.

If he thought you sounded pretty stuttering out an apology then your literary voice was that of the gods.

Page after page you dabbled in poetry while venting your feelings. It was a goldmine, a deep dive into your small little world and Tom couldn’t be happier to jump in.

He quickly found a bench to sit and immersed himself in your handwriting all the while giggling at your light-hearted poems and frowning up when you lamented about some guy. Why was someone as beautiful as you hung up over some loser who didn’t give you enough attention? It wasn’t right!

You were kind, smart, with a beauty that was simply otherworldly! You deserved someone better, you know.... like him.

He continued to read every entry, even the ones that you wasted on the scumbag you claimed to adore. You didn’t sound in love. Tom could tell by your penmanship. The pen was clawing at the page, heavy with anger, unlike the previous words that floated across the lines.

If you were in Tom's life, he would devote every waking minute of it to make you happy. If only he wasn’t an idiot that got tongue tied in front of beautiful women! He foolishly let you walk out of his life.

You, a bright ball of sunshine with fluttering lashes, alluring perfume that clung to your dewy skin, and your voice that enunciated the words, “H-Have a great day?” Tom wished he could’ve recorded it to play on repeat for the rest of his life. Gah!! If only he wasn’t a loser then he would have your name, your number, you...

Now all he had was your notebook but the moment he turned the page and met empty lines—his stolen time came to an end.

It wasn’t enough. Tom wanted to know more. He wanted you.

The arriving bus caught his attention and with it, his harsh reality. It was time to go back to his boring life without you in it. The right thing to do was to throw the notebook away. There was no way he would bump into you twice in one lifetime to return it although a selfish part of him wanted to keep it. If he couldn’t have you, at least he’d have the words you left behind. Tom stood up and closed the bound book with a sigh. Then a lightbulb went off.

He opened the cover and much to his relief, property of Y/n L/n. Your last words spoken to him rushed back, “H-Have a great day?”

He clung to your words not because you sounded so pretty when you spoke, but because they held weight. Your work was too perfect to throw away. Tom clutched your notebook to his chest and thanked the heavens above. “I will... Y/n. I will.”

Was it wrong to Google your name? No, because it was already public knowledge. You chose to share this information with the world and he wasn’t doing anything wrong by consuming every single bit of information provided.

There was no harm in a little online stalking. You were a successful author and very proud of it judging by your official website and various social media accounts. You honestly were in the wrong for sharing so much! It’s like you wanted people to know everything about you.

He would have to talk to you about that in the future. All he wanted was a closer look behind the scenes of your life and you certainly didn’t disappoint. Tom was more than a fan; he was your lover who wanted to know everything about you.

It wasn’t weird that he religiously checked your socials every hour and it wasn’t creepy that he liked every update you made no matter how insignificant it was.

He memorized your voice, the way your eyes twinkled when you smiled, (ughhh he wanted his kids to have your eyes!) and the way you always stared straight into the camera—straight into his soul. You were talking to Tom and no one else. He loved how loyal you were.

You were just so hypnotizing that the days blended together stalking you. It was second nature to him.

Tom had studied your daily schedule and tracked down your editor’s office within weeks. It took him a while to shake off your security but one day he was lucky enough to see you. And what a joy it was.

Meeting you once would’ve been enough to last him forever. Twice was a miracle because seeing you again gave Tom the strength to continue.

He was doing the right thing loving you. That was his purpose now. He ducked behind a bush as you stepped out of your car and walked into the building. You looked so heavenly—a beautiful thing that he could never approach.

His mind couldn’t even fathom being face to face with you again.

What would you think of him if he stepped out into view? What would you say if he professed his love to you and took you away?! Just imagining the encounter gave him anxiety. No, no it was best if he stayed in the shadows and didn’t make a fool of himself.

He could love you from afar. That was the lie Tom told himself. He was greedy and all he wanted was you.

One visit to your editor’s office turned into two, then eight, until Tom found himself predicting the exact days of the month you would visit Cindy. That was your manager’s name. A beautiful, kind lady—but not as beautiful as you! She was simply a tool to get closer to you, his one true love.

Tom pretended to be a potential client just to gain access to Cindy’s office. You spent so much time there; it was a literal dream of his to see why. Cindy urged Tom to sit, and he tried so hard not to burst into tears when he sat down in your seat.

It was still warm or maybe that was his imagination playing tricks on him.

He could smell your perfume in the fibers and he felt like an addict trying to catch another whiff. You breathed in the same air that he was currently inhaling, and his lips tingled with desire from the thought. Technically you were with him, and that delusion made him overly confident.

These small moments with you were never enough. Tom still needed more.

Was it wrong to hack into Cindy’s servers and access your personal file? No!

Tom was an onboarding client, and he had every right to test out the company’s cybersecurity. It could use some work if he managed to breach their database, but it was worth the hassle. Tom got his hands on your info, and he could’ve died a happy man then and there.

Your address, phone number, stipulations for your contract, your blood type, gods... even your favorite color!!! If he could think of it, it was there and now it was all his. Tom didn’t know what to do. He had everything he wanted... except you.

So that’s exactly where he went.

Based on your Thursday week two schedule, you were out eating brunch with Morgana. She would suggest shopping and because you liked a post from Gucci two days ago, and another from Sephora this morning, the two of you would be gone for majority of the day. It gave Tom all the time in the world to break in and familiarize himself with your place.

He was ready to take this relationship to the next stage.

If your apartment didn’t meet his standards, then you would move in with him. You might not know it, but you already had a key to his place. But after parking in the underground garage, Tom quickly realized your place was better than his.

Security at your building was tighter than Fort Knox. He did find it odd that an author had such a heavy security presence but he wrote it off due to you being a smart woman being cautious in Gotham City.

They were doing a fine job keeping you safe so he would let you keep them after the two of you got together. Well, in Tom’s mind, you two were already engaged but he didn’t want to scare you by moving too fast. He brought flowers today to celebrate the good news and he couldn’t wait to shower you with more in the future.

However, there was one feature of your building that he hated. How did you coexist with your noisy neighbors?

They were so overbearing asking how his day was, what floor he lived on, if he was coming to the next tenant meeting—yes.. but ah!!! Couldn’t they see that he was delivering flowers to his wife and wanted some privacy?

Wife. Even Tom was getting ahead of himself. You haven’t met his parents yet! Regardless of your title, Tom sighed in relief when he stepped off the elevator and proceeded to get goosebumps.

He was on your floor.

Past that black wooden door was where you ate, showered and slept. You were the most vulnerable version of yourself at home and he was blessed with the rare opportunity to see it with his own eyes.

His hands were sweaty, his ears were ringing. Tom was a ball of nerves, but he needed to do this. He needed to be close to you and this was the only way.

He could only imagine your surprise when you came home and saw him waiting for you with a vase of flowers. You would be so happy, so emotional that you would kiss him senseless and beg for more—but first, he needed to muster up the courage to step inside.

He could do this. Just pick the lock and wait for you to come home.

With his mini pep talk spurring him on, Tom’s hand hovered over the brass doorknob, but all that confidence dissolved when he heard the elevator ding.

An elevator was on its way up.

Cue his panic. You were supposed to be gone for the rest of the day! You never deviated from the norm, why start now? Tom panicked as the floor indicator inched closer and closer to twelve. He didn’t know what to do, nothing was going according to plan. He was so unprepared! How could he surprise you like this?!

There was no time, all he could do was set the bouquet of flowers on your hallway table and rush towards the stairwell to escape.

His heart was in this throat when the gilded doors opened, and your stiletto heels stepped out. Tom knew he stopped breathing after being hypnotized by your presence.

You were talking on the phone as you fished out your keys, blissfully unaware of the man behind you wanting to jump your bones. “No worries Morgana. I’m just glad you’re so flexible and worked them into your..”

Your focus drifted away from opening the door to the fresh flowers on the table.

They weren’t there when you left this morning and J didn’t do anything stupid to have apology flowers delivered to you. Tom gasped when you bent down to smell them. A small smile spread across your face far brighter than the sun. You liked them! He knew you would! They were your favorite!

You unlocked your door with a twist of your wrist. “Thanks for the flowers, Morgana. Yeah, we can go out tomorrow if you’re free.”

Tom’s hopes died as you stepped into your flat and closed the door. You thought the flowers were from your friend, not him.

Of course you did, she’s a florist.

He had the urge to bang his head against the wall. How could he be so stupid? He had half a mind to follow you inside and make you apologize but he didn’t want to overwhelm you. It sounded like girl’s night was postponed until tomorrow and you needed some time to yourself.

He would stop by next week with more flowers (perhaps if he was brave, with a card attached) and surprise you then. With that in mind, Tom left your apartment building with a game plan.

One that did not pan out.

Every time he dropped by you were either busy, not at home, or he would be forced to leave the flowers and bail before being caught. He got the impression that you were a loner, yet you had company over all the time. Tom had no time to be alone with you and that frustrated him.

He went home every time disappointed. When would he get the chance to see you again? Did you miss him the same way he did? Were you lonely without him?

You wrote about feeling alone before in your notebook, he had no doubt that you still were. If only he were there to console you!

Only he could make you feel better. He’d worship you properly if given the chance but every attempt to see you was ruined. You would have to be patient it seemed. The thought of you lying alone in bed thinking of him made Tom feral. Did you touch yourself like he did, wishing it was him? Was it enough? Did you crave him too?

Did you write about your love for him in your new notebook the same way he wrote about whisking you away in his? If only he could get you alone then you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore!

Tom was getting restless as the weeks turned into months with no luck. Security seemed to be tighter than ever and he was only able to drop off flowers at the front desk, using Morgana as a cover of their origin. Tom’s attempts at affection were useless if you thought they were from a friend however he didn’t have the confidence to add a note just yet.

He didn’t want you reading his confession off of a card. He wanted you to hear it straight from him and that meant being face to face— an impossible feat.

Tom wanted to be inside your home, surrounded by your love, when he said ‘I love you.’ It’s all he dreamed about amongst other things..

It was a sheer miracle that he finally got the chance. He waited so long to see you!

It was too good to be true. No one was at the front desk and no personnel was guarding the lobby or the elevator. Security was lax than it had ever been. Tom didn’t hesitate; he boarded the lift and pressed the twelfth-floor button in excitement.

This was the day! He would finally get to see you again and this time, he wasn’t letting you go.

He knew it was Friday and the last week of the month which meant you were scheduled to come home around eight pm.

It was fate, it had to be to allow this to happen.

Tom honestly didn’t care that he was empty handed today. In his mad dash to your place (fueled by utter desperation) he didn’t buy any flowers. All he had was hope— and hopefully that would be enough for you. Once he took you away, he would buy you anything you wanted to make up for today.

He just needed to get you alone and everything would be alright.

The elevator announced his arrival to your floor, and he made quick work of the front door lock—practically breaking it in his excitement to gain access to your home.

Finally, he was granted entry and your apartment was everything he thought it would be. He could feel you in the air, see your personality hard at work in the décor, and he could smell you all around. It almost made Tom faint. He was breathing heavily as he roamed your place, moving and touching everything he could see.

He got high off your presence lingering in the air. Everything here was a piece of you and he quickly became overwhelmed. It was all too much. The living room couch, your soap in the bathroom, the blanket thrown over the bed... your bed.

He only dreamed about it yet here it was. Tom’s eyes fluttered shut with a moan as he sank into the covers—completely immersed in you.

He couldn’t wait to make love to you on this bed. He couldn’t wait to wake up every morning seeing you nestled in the sheets, staring at him with love, no doubt remembering the night before. The way you would say Tom’s name and smile at him fondly? Ughh he couldn’t wait.

Tom didn’t hear the front door opening and closing during his delusional fantasy. He was too busy reaching a hand down his pants when he heard an odd clicking noise in the background.

His eyes popped open and his scream caught in his throat at the sight of The Joker standing over him.

“Well... well! WhaT have we here?” Joker shook his head while flicking his army knife open and close. “What a uhh.. un-pleasant surprise.”

When Joker’s goons informed him that someone was stalking his Bunny, he laughed because who was crazy enough to do such a thing?

Granted no one knew that you and Joker were together save for a select few, still! It was the audacity that annoyed Joker. He didn’t expect someone to do such a thing.

Joker almost felt sorry for the guy. Almost.

Joker had known about “Tom Dobbs” from the beginning. The day Tom followed your social media account and started spam liking everything, he was put on Joker’s radar. Every pathetic attempt at gaining your attention, every visit to your editor’s office, to your apartment, and following you around; Joker knew.

You were never in any danger. Joker allowed Tom to think he was being sneaky. He let this piece of trash fantasize a life with you for months just for the laugh and giggles. It was amusing to watch his “competition” fail at courting you. He knew Tom would slip up and surprise surprise. He was so predictable

J honestly thought it was cute. Tom reminded Joker of himself in an alternate universe.

The two men were so alike, being completely and utterly in love with you to a concerning degree but it wasn’t entirely their faults.

It was easy to love someone like you. Your beauty, your brains, your heart—they all were a beacon to people like Tom and Joker. One small kind gesture meant the world when everything in your life was grey. You had a natural light that shined in the darkest of rooms and you made things feel good.

Joker understood why you attracted people. He didn’t blame you for having a stalker or two, but it was his job to eliminate them.

There was no such thing as competition for your love. Joker was your only stalker, only he could be obsessed with you.

People could admire you from afar but the second they entertained the thought of being with you—Joker had no other choice but to erase them from the picture. If Tom had understood his place, this wouldn’t have happened.

“A pity it had ta end like this Tom.” Joker teased.

He locked the door and watched your stalker try to find another escape route. There weren’t any but the illusion of escape helped the victim cope better. The sad reality was that Tom was dead the moment he thought you were his to love.

“Your devotion... your uh dead-i-cation to my Bunny was admirable really. It almost rivaled my own.” Joker added.

Tom paused in his desperate attempt to flee.

Joker’s Bunny? You were dating this literal clown? No, that was impossible. You were too perfect for a man like The Joker and too smart to bend to his will. He must’ve threatened you into submission. You were a victim! Where were you now? Were you in any danger?!

In that moment, Tom’s life didn’t matter, but saving yours did.

He stood no chance against The Joker but he would die trying in order to save you. “What have you done to Y/n? S-She’s not yours!!” He shouted.

Tom wasn’t expecting The Joker’s sinister laugh to bounce off the walls. It made a bead of sweat trickle down his back. He would receive no answer despite his brief act of heroism.

It happened so fast, there was no time to react. The Joker had a firm grip around Tom’s throat with a knife digging into his gums.

“Oh, Tom ol’ buddy of mineeeeee. Ya see, you and I aren’t so err.. different. Ya see.. we both aht aht! Hold. Still. We both love Y/n. Yeah, we do, except she doesn’t know you exist! Haha, but as for me?”

Joker paused for dramatic effect and started applying pressure when Tom started squirming too much.

A little cut on the cheek wouldn’t hurt anybody but not too much, Joker wanted Tom alive to hear the next bit. The truth would hurt more than what Joker planned to do.

“Y/n. Loves. Me. Back. Y/n is mine just as much as I am hers. That’s what makes us diff-er-enT, Tom. You get off to the thoughT of making love to her one day—I get to f__k her whenever she wants me to. I get to love her. I have the pleasure of being her everything. But you? No no no no yooo~ooou. You will be nothing to her.”

Joker was ready to end this quickly. Just a simple ear to ear blade motion and a little twist and hopefully no blood would stain your original hardwood floors. That was the plan but since when did you ever follow orders?

Like a stroke of bad luck, both Tom and Joker heard the front door close, followed by your melodic voice calling out. “J, I’m home! Are you here?”

Tom tried to react but Joker was faster. There wasn’t much of a struggle, but Joker knew your natural curiosity would rear its ugly head if you heard something abnormal. If only you stayed out shopping as originally planned!

Joker couldn’t give away his position. If you saw this darker side of him, the bond he worked so hard to build with you would shatter in a matter of seconds. You couldn’t see this, see him like this.

Joker had no other choice than to go off script. A shame Tom wasn’t playing along. The guy was trying to make any noise to gain your attention. Joker wasn’t having it.

“Shut. UP! Y/n doesn’t need to see... this.” Imagine his surprise when Tom fought back and elbowed him in the stomach.

Tom broke free and was headed towards the door when Joker’s instincts took control. He was tired of playing games. He entertained this fool for too long. Tom was a full blown threat that had to go before he ruined everything Joker had. Joker couldn’t lose you, not over something like this.

Everything was a blur but three quick jabs to the jugular got the job done. It was messy, and the body falling to the ground was loud, and Joker knew you were coming to investigate after hearing it.

Somehow he rolled the body under the bed in enough time (he’d replace your blood stained rug later) yet there was nothing to do about the evidence staining his own body. He would just have to wing it.

You burst through the door and gasped at the sight.

You never seen Joker look so defeated. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at his bloodied hands, lost in thought. This was the part of being Joker’s girlfriend that you dreaded the most.

You tend to overlook the darker side of his profession and pretend that it didn’t matter but seeing the man you loved in such a vulnerable state made you jump into action. Joker wasn’t perfect, but you still loved him and right now, he needed you. Joker needed his Light to drag him out of whatever darkness he created.

You kneeled in front of J (ironically inches away from Tom’s rapidly cooling body) and cupped your lover’s face in your hands.

“Joker? Joker I’m right here. Whatever it is, it's okay. I'm right here.... I’m your Light, remember? Come back to me please. L-Look at me.”

It was the magic word and twin pools of pine bore into your soul.

You didn’t notice it, but Joker’s hands were shaking as they hovered over your skin. He didn’t want to taint your body with his dark deeds yet he needed to feel you.

You noticed J’s hesitation and flashed him a smile, “It’s okay Joker, you can touch me.” You guided his hands to hold onto you as you helped him stand. Thank goodness you were so concerned about him and not on the small pool of blood leaking from the bed.... Times like this Joker loved how dense you were. It made keeping secrets from you so easy.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, J. C’mon on.” You smiled.

Joker meekly nodded and let you guide him into the bathroom. It took everything in him not to grin. He tried to warn Tom. You were Joker’s, no one else’s. He’d do anything to keep it that way.

#things that keep me up at night #thanks for the support

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j-eryewrites · 1 year ago

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Stressed Out

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Warnings: Not really any, kind of ooc Sherlock (but who cares)

Author's Note: Finally feeling like I have time to write and that the writing gods have been in my favor. This was a fun little one-shot to write. While I'm still trying to get back into my writing groove, this one shot definitely helped get some of the dust off my creative writing brain. So, thank you @my-dear-sweet-melody for requesting this one. I hope you enjoy it!

You weren’t sure how you’d been doing it: managing the day-to-day lives of two people who also happened to be good friends of yours, assisting Sherlock with cases, seeing things you’d never thought you’d see in your lifetime (both good and bad), juggling relationships, your own well-being and health, and time to relax. Although it seemed like you had less and less time to do the things concerning yourself. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but when you were thrust into the world of Sherlock Holmes, more important things came into play.

Sherlock was the first to notice how the stress was weighing on you. It was a total shock when he casually announced your current state to John. The moment the words of concern were uttered from Sherlock’s lips, the puzzle in John’s mind had been completed. With the help of Mrs. Hudson, the two men began to conspire to make life easier for their dear friend.

At first, Sherlock’s conscious decision to wash his dishes and put them away in the correct cabinets struck you as odd. Sherlock’s mind was usually too busy for such arbitrary tasks, and such magnificent brain power couldn’t be wasted on such a thing. Then came the tidiness of his experiments. You could swear you hadn’t seen a stray finger or eyeball dissolving in vinegar for quite some time.

When you had asked Sherlock about his new behavior, he shrugged it off with some wildly strange research idea he had come up with. You tried to follow along, but your brain began to hurt after a moment, so you opted to believe him instead.

Meanwhile, John took extra care to charge his and Sherlock’s devices. He knew no matter how brilliant Sherlock was, the man seemingly ceased to forget that computers, phones, and the lot needed to be charged via a charging cord and port. On the other hand, Mrs. Hudson made the note to prepare extra tea and biscuits to save yourself the trouble of doing that for Sherlock and John.

Now, you felt no need to question John and Mrs.Hudson’s new behavior. It was in character for them to do small things like that. However, you continued to question Sherlock; he grew tired of it. Why couldn’t you see that he cared for you, too? That maybe he cared a bit more for you than he should. He was growing weary of the excuses he made to your insistent questions when all he wanted to do was throw them up and tell you the truth. Truthfully, the truth was something he insisted upon. Sherlock always found it one way or another. Yet, he could only fib when you had a new query about his altered behavior. Was it hard for you to understand that Sherlock could care? That he, too, could be human?

“Sherlock,” you called as you sat on the couch, pouring over the current case. It was usually your job to organize each thing into its Sherlockian category to save Sherlock his brain power. However, when you opened the file, it had already been done. “Did I happen to organize this in my sleep?” You raised the file and peered at him. Sherlock felt his mind conjure up the latest lie. Just before it left his mouth, he paused. He got up and marched to the window, where he began to gaze out onto the street below. He couldn’t lie anymore. He had to tell you the truth.

“I organized it,” Sherlock said.

You froze. Something was seriously wrong with the man if he was now organizing his own cases. “Sherlock, you never orga–”

“Why can’t I?” Sherlock’s voice grew tense. His eyes clenched shut, all while his back was still towards you. He wouldn’t dare look at you. He knew if he saw your eyes, he’d crumble and tell you everything, but everything was what you needed to hear. Everything was what he needed to say.

“I never said you couldn’t. It’s just,” you faltered, “…strange.”

Within a moment, Sherlock whirled around. His icy blue eyes began to thaw under your gaze. “I observed you have stressed: Your trousers falling to your hips instead of hanging snuggly on your waist, the dark circles under your eyes that only grew prominent by the day, the growing urge to sleep instead of join Mrs. Hudson for the weekly watch party of the latest soap opera,” Sherlock shut his mouth. He had said too much already; he shouldn’t say more, but his lips moved again. “I wasn’t the only one who noticed, John and Mrs. Hudson, too. We devised a plan to lessen the blow of our–my constant mess.”

As Sherlock spoke, you realized his words were only the truth. You had noticed you suddenly had more time to eat a meal, spend time with your favorite landlady, who was more like a mother, go on walks in the park with John, listen to Sherlock compose his latest piece, sleep, and live life as it should be lived. Amidst Sherlock’s rambling, you whispered, “Why?”

“Because we–because I care you for,” Sherlock choked.

Slowly, you remove yourself from the comfort of the couch cushions and find a place in front of Sherlock. You watch as Sherlock shudders from the touch of your hand on his cheek. “Thank you,” you said as a smile grew. “Thank you for caring when I forgot to take care of myself. Although…”

Sherlock frowned.

“…while I appreciate the sentiment of you organizing your own cases, John charging the computers, and Mrs. Hudson always preparing tea, I’d still like to be able to do my job. After all, the great Sherlock Holmes still needs to use his brain power to solve cases and save the day.”

Sherlock could only smile at that response for he'd give you anything you'd ask. "Of course. Of course, Y/N."

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