John at first realised this at a crime scene – naturally,
given their unique lives.
Sherlock was standing over a dead body (but then again, there were few times when he wasn’t). It was the
fourth murder, all of them done in the same way – their throats were ripped
out, and an ‘x’ was written in blood on the wall,
It started to rain down suddenly – no mention of rain in the
weather, or else John would have brought his umbrella – and John put his arms
around himself to keep warm.
“Sherlock,” John said, trying to communicate with his friend
so that they could leave. He was ignored, obviously… not that he was expecting
anything else. A few of the police officers around him were growing impatient
as well, muttering and staring at their watches.
“Sherlock. It is raining and I am freezing, and you probably
are too. You can come back tomorrow.” Once again, he was ignored.
It was pouring down now. John’s hair was sticking down to
his face, and from where he was standing he could see that Sherlock’s curls
were flat and hanging down in his eyes. Something in him couldn’t help but call
“Sherlock!” he called, still trying to get the consulting
He moved closer, and saw that his friend had his eyes
“Great,” he muttered bitterly under his breath, “mind palace
time. We’ll be here all day.”
Sherlock’s hands were clasped together, and if John didn’t
know him better he might have thought that he was praying – given that he did
know Sherlock though, he knew that it wasn’t even a possibility. It was the
gesture he always made while he was thinking especially hard about something in
his mind palace.
His middle finger was almost touching his chin, which, if he
was tired and thought about it enough, was funny to him for reasons he’d
explained to Sherlock before.
All of these were things John had noticed in Sherlock
hundreds of times.
Meanwhile, Sherlock looked like he was in no mood and had no
intentions of leaving, so John walked closer to him.
He was soaking wet, the coat hanging limply around him and
the shirt that had somehow seen the light of day almost see through, and John
would be lying if he said that he didn’t look for a second longer than he
probably should have. John couldn’t understand why all of this wasn’t bothering
him. Then again, there were a lot of things he didn’t understand about
Sherlock, and he was growing used to it.
John sighed and kneeled next to him, making sure not to
accidently destroy any evidence on the body, and waved his hands in front of
He then poked his cheeks, three times. Sherlock still didn’t
move a centimetre, to John’s dismay.
He sighed, and then poked Sherlock in the side.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
Sherlock, at that point, seemed unable to hold it in, and
out came a burst of laughter. John looked at him in amazement, and Sherlock
seemed to realise what it was that he’d done, and blushed.
Some officers looked at him strangely, and then started
muttering amongst themselves.
“So…” Sherlock cleared his throat, “was there something you
wanted?” He was still blushing, his cheeks dusted with red that John for some
reason just wanted to poke even more.
“Um… yeah, it’s raining, I thought we could leave and come
back tomorrow?” Sherlock looked around, as if just noticing that it was
raining. John though that he probably was;
chances were he hadn’t even felt it so deep into his mind palace.
Sherlock cleared his throat again. “Right, yeah. I’ll get us
a cab.” And then he walked off. John raced after him, and watched as a cab
pulled in to where they were standing; how Sherlock always managed to find one
so quickly, John had no idea.
They both climbed in, and Sherlock looked out the window as
John stared right at him.
“So, you’re ticklish?”
John exclaimed. Sherlock stared at him and replied quietly, “No.” and John just
looked at him once again in amazement. And then he reached out again and poked
him sharply in the sides, which prompted another burst of laughter that left a
smile on John’s face.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun with this,” John exclaimed,
leaving Sherlock in horror as he jumped up out of the cab.
It was a few weeks later that he managed to actually have fun with it; Sherlock had
once again, left some thumbs (or were
those toes… John didn’t get close enough to tell) in the fridge, and was
now attempting to solve a case.
John walked up to the detective and put his hands on his
hips, looking straight at him. His eyes were still closed, so John didn’t
bother warning him, and instead reached his hands out around Sherlock’s stomach
and sides, and started tickling him.
At first there was nothing, but soon enough Sherlock was
laughing quietly, which evolved into straight up laughing hysterically. His
eyes were very open now, and John watched as his tall friend managed to curl
himself into a ball, which was absolutely the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life –
Sherlock was still laughing, but with the position he had
manoeuvred himself into, John was finding it harder to actually get a reaction
out of him.
He adjusted where he was sitting so that he was basically on
top of his best friend and continued to tickle him as he thrashed around, until
their limbs were entangled and John’s face was basically on top of Sherlock’s.
He could feel his erratic breathing on his face, and blushed
as he realised the position the two were in. He went to move away but instead
fell further into the embrace, landing himself less than an inch from
Something inside of John must have just said “screw it” because next thing he knew he
was leaning down and oh my god he was
kissing Sherlock Holmes and it was amazing and everything he had ever hoped for
Sherlock kissed back slowly, and John couldn’t help but
start smiling, and next thing he knew it so was Sherlock, and then both of them
were laughing and neither of them could explain why, and then they were back to
kissing, and John’s hands were running through Sherlock’s hair…
Sherlock broke the kiss and smiled up at him. His grin was
contagious, and soon both of them were just smiling and holding hands and John
couldn’t even think straight, and he was just so amazingly happy.
They stayed that way for a while, until Mrs Hudson walked in
and saw the two of them now cuddling on the couch. She smiled at both of them.
“It’s about time, boys. Any longer and I would have owed
Hello, I’m Penille.
I’m from Denmark.
I like video games, Netflix and YouTube! I play for example, Assassin’s
Creed and watch dogs. My favorite series is Doctor who, Sherlock and
Supernatural. I mostly watch Markiplier of Jacksepticeye on youtube.
I would really like a pen pal, because a don’t talk to a lot of people, and a would like to make some new friends :)
I’m not perfectly good at English, but I would like to improve!
Preferences: I really don’t have any preferences, maybe just someone around my age.
You guys have seen each other, you both go to the same gym. You have seen each other around, watching him pass by when he goes into the dance studio while you spot your friend.
The two of you have always lived very separate lives, you are the leader of a gang, whilst the peachy looking Hoseok is an idol with an innocent image. The two of you wouldn’t have met otherwise, but when desperate times call for desperate measures, you find yourself helping him.
TW: Contains strong themes such as: strong language, gangs, homophobia, transphobia, and abuse (mentioned).
~J-Hope x Reader~
Wrong Place, Right Time (P2)
I couldn’t help but glare, I- we weren’t asking for his help, we don’t need to be looked down upon, “We are fine. Thank you anyway.”
He sighed, “I-I really didn’t want to make it seem like I was looking down on you”, he said, looking down, “I honestly really admire you, so I want the best for you and the ones you love.”
Finally, I looked him in the eye, and to my disbelief, he was being honest, “Just hear me out- please?”
His earnestness made my heart rate pick up, just like that time before, never had I met someone so kind. I inadvertently smiled, nodding slightly, watching as he did the same.
Scooting closer, he put his hand on mine, “Thank you”, he said, smiling gently, “My offer was-” he began, pausing.
He reflected a while, “There isn’t really an easy way to lead up to this, but I want you to become my bodyguard.”
I start to get terrified if anyone irl tries to talk about sherlock with me. This guy a few days ago was like You watch Sherlock? I am so huge a fan of this show. My birthday is on the same day as Benedict Cumberbatch. The show ended right? There won’t be anything else ? And I am whole time chanting inside..Please don’t say anything about s4 I might scream.
If anyone wants to download The Final Problem for giffing, rewatching, edits etc. then you can find it, along with subtitles, in my Google Drive here. If I ever find the time I’ll also download and put up the other episodes. (my only contribution to the fandom lmao)
#6, things you said under the stars (from this list)
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Molly asked, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips.
“Yes,” Sherlock breathed out, but he was not staring at the stars. Molly was unaware of this.
“I love the way they shine,” Molly continued.
“So do I,” Sherlock replied, watching her eyes look up at the night sky.
“Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?” Molly asked rhetorically.
“Yes,” Sherlock whispered, trailing his lips down her neck, finally grabbing Molly’s attention.
“Sherlock,” Molly gasped and giggled at the same time. “You haven’t even been looking at the stars.”
“Don’t need to,” Sherlock murmured against her skin. “So beautiful.” Molly rolled over on her side to face him regardless of the blush that had spread over her cheeks.
“Are you at all interested in stargazing?” Molly laughed. “If you weren’t, you could’ve just told me.”
“Of course not,” Sherlock replied. “But I am rather interested in watching a certain pathologist stargaze. It’s much more fascinating to see the stars that way.”
“You weren’t even looking at them,” Molly teased.
“The way they reflect in your eyes makes them shine more than usual,” Sherlock commented. “You put the stars to shame, Molly Hooper.” He leaned in for a kiss but Molly pulled away when a droplet of rain hit her nose. One drop turned into ten and not a moment later, it was pouring.
“Of course it would rain,” Molly smiled.
“Ruined a perfectly good night,” Sherlock huffed. But Molly wasn’t listening. She had hopped off of the blanket and ran in the slick grass in her bare feet. She was spinning around in circles, her arms extended out from her sides. “Are you insane?” Sherlock shouted over the sound of the falling rain.
“Absolutely,” Molly giggled. She held her hand out. “Come on, it’s just a bit of water.”
“It’s completely immature,” Sherlock grumbled, though he couldn’t deny how carefree and adorable she looked dancing in the rain. Adorable, Sherlock sneered in his mind. Where did that come from? His feet betrayed him as they moved toward Molly. Before he processed how he was suddenly in her arms, they were dancing a waltz in the pouring rain and Sherlock allowed himself to let loose. They were quickly laughing together like two teenagers.
“This is amazing,” Molly smiled, looking up into Sherlock’s stormy eyes. “See, it’s not so bad being silly every now and then.” His lips were suddenly on hers, the rain adding a new element to their usual passion. The new sensation elicited shivers from both of them as they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Sherlock lifted her up into his arms, causing a small yelp of surprise to pass Molly’s lips.
“Come on, wouldn’t want you getting sick now,” Sherlock told her with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He caught them a cab and they rode back to Baker Street in bliss.
Request -can you do a Draco Malfoy x slytherin/harry potter’s sister? thank you!:)- anonymous
(Author’s Note- You don’t understand how excited I get when people request these, I love them :))(I am sorry in advance this didn’t go as planned)
It’s silent in the hall as my brother walks up to the stool and the
hat is placed on his head . People begin to murmur and hear snippets of
“Harry Potter, bloody hell,”
“I thought he was in hiding?”
“Harry Potter in Hogwarts, his sister must be here too!”
My hand flies to my forehead to hide my lightning bolt scar. Harry has the same one and the other side of his head .
I’m snapped back from my thoughts when the hat bellows out my brother’s house and cheers erupt from the red and yellow table.
I clap as Harry hops off the stool and almost skips to his table .
“Potter (Y/N),” The Professor calls and I gulp nervously and make my way to the stool, ignoring the whispers.
The hat is placed on my head and I can’t help but look over at the
Gryffindor table and hope to see Harry. I see him and he just nods as if
telling me it’s going to be fine.
“Hmm…"The hat says, "You are very different from your brother, seems I might have to put you in… SLYTHERIN!”
My eyes flicker to the slytherin table, a few people look less than
amused by the hats decision. I gulp before sliding of the stool and
cautiously making my way to the slytherin table. I take a seat next to
another first year who instantly turns to face me.
“Hello, I’m Draco, Draco Malfoy,"He says, holding out his hand for me
to shake. I take a second to consider before accepting the hand shake,
because if I don’t accept the offer of friendship now, I may never be
able to again.
”(Y/N) Potter,“I say.
"I know…"I can’t help but give him my "You’ve got to be joking” look. “sorry,"He mumbles but I find my self laughing.
"It’s fine,"I say, trying to hold back my giggles.
"Draco, it’s my OWLs you’ve got to help me , you’re amazing at
potions,"I plead, a desperate attempt to get him to help me study.
"I’ve got things to study for too, (Y/N).” He argues.
“Come on, I’ll be your best friend?"I try to bargain, smirking as he rolls his eyes.
"Shut up, you’re already my best friend,”
“Okay fine, I was being civil but I have no choice now, but to do… the face,"I warn.
"Not the face, come on…”
It’s too late, I’m already giving him the puppy eyes. He desperately tries to look away.
"Fine!"He sighs, exasperated.
"Yay! Thank you,” I squeal, jumping and pulling him into a hug, kissing his cheek in the process.
After a second I realise that I’d just kissed him and my cheeks go
warm, I can assume they are the same colour as Draco’s,who is as equally
“Um meet me in the library after dinner,"He says before scurrying off to his next class.
After dinner I make my way to the library with all my textbooks in
hand. When I get there, Draco is sat at a table near the back of
"Hey,"I say, sliding my self into the seat across from him.
"Hey,"He replies without looking up from his book.
I begin to open my text book at the correct page on moonstone.
"So teach, what’s first?"I ask and he smirks.
"Write down all the properties of moonstone that you know from class,
without the textbook,"He says, taking my open text book and slamming it
"It’s in the draught of peace?"I say, writing it down on my parchment. "and some poison thing?”
“You are hopeless. Snape actually made us copy every potion it was used in twice and you still don’t get it?"He says.
"Well he’s not a very encouraging teacher, he hates me because my brother can’t keep his mouth shut,"I try to argue.
"Well I think you should copy the potions out again, so it sticks,”
“Just start copying them out,"He sighs, making me groan as I start to list the potions.
Halfway through my list I notice something in my textbook.
"Draco, it just says several love potions, it’s a bit vague,”
“No it gives you examples,” He tells me, without looking at the page.
“Right there,"He says, pointing at the page in his own textbook.
"Show me,” I grumble and he sighs, standing up and coming to my side
of the desk. He leans one hand on the desk and stands beside me, his
eyes skimming the paper as he looks for the examples. I can’t do
anything but stare at him. His hair is seems slightly curly up close and
his eyes have got a blue tinge to them today making them seem lighter. I
smile at the thought.
“Are you listening?"He asks, turning to face me before I can even look away and deny everything.
"I-I was jus-”
I’m cut off suddenly by Draco’s lips on mine. I hesitate before I
kiss back. His lips are so soft, so warm on mine. I can’t help but feel
like I might melt.
“Oi, get off my sister,”
We are interrupted
We pull apart quickly and turn round to come face to face with Harry. His fists clenched and breathing heavy.
“There is so much wrong with this,"Harry spits, waving his hand in a
circle around Draco and I. His other hand on his head like the sheer
thought is enough to make his brain explode.
I open my mouth to say something before deciding I have no clue what
you say in a situation like this and I smack my lips closed, letting my
eyes wander around the room, an attempt to ignore the fiery glare I’m
receiving from Harry.
"From what I hear you were snogging Cho Chang but god forbid I kiss someone,"I finally argue.
"You didn’t just kiss somebody,(Y/N), you kissed a Malfoy,"He hisses.
"See this thing we’ve got right here, where you both talk about me
like I’m not here, it does sort of hurt,"Draco adds and turn and give
him an apologetic smile.
"Shut up, Malfoy!"Harry spits, wand suddenly in hand, directly pointed at Draco’s throat.
"Okay, we are in a library full of people, what are you going to do,
blow my head off?"Draco smirks and I bite my lip and put a hand on his
"You are not making this any better,"I say.
"Harry, don’t overreact,"I say, standing in between the two boys, making Harry put down his wand.
”(Y/n), he’s a Malfoy…“
"So I hear,” I say grumpily. “Harry, it was an accident, we were
studying, it happened,"I say, knowing deep down it wasn’t that simple.
"So it won’t happen again?”
“I will make no such promise,"I mumble.
Harry lunges forward at Draco and I hear a crack as his fist connects with Draco’s nose.
“Harry!"I hiss, instantly going to Draco, who’s nose is gushing with blood.I take my wand and point it at his nose.
”Episkey.“ I say and with another crack Draco’s nose stops bleeding.
you, (Y/N),"Draco says. "and as I was going to say ,Potter, was that
I’ll look after her, she won’t get hurt, I promise,” He says sincerely,
holding his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry just stares at it for a
“I swear to god, Malfoy , if I ever her find
(Y/N) hurt or crying because of you, I will kill you,"He says before
stepping forward and shaking Draco’s hand, reluctance clear on his
features as he does.
"I won’t let that happen,"Draco assures making me blush.
say I’m sorry about punching you but quite frankly I’ve never felt so
satisfied before in my life,” Harry says, smirking triumphantly as Draco
bites his lip to stop from firing back an insult.
“Harry,"I say, a warning for him to stop.
"Okay fine, I’m going, but mark my word Malfoy-”
“He gets it,"I say, angrily.
"Right, fine, bye (Y/N)… and Malfoy,"He says hesitantly before walking away.
"Jesus Christ…"I mumble. Turning to Draco, his face covered in blood from Harry’s punch.
"Didn’t think he had it in him…"Draco comments as he tries to wipe it away. I raise my wand to his face again.
”Tergeo,“I say and the blood on his face disappears.
"Thanks, again, (Y/N),"Draco smiles.
"No problem, sorry about Harry,”
“Oh no, it’s fine,”
The conversation stops there and we are faced with an awkward silence.
“Um so do you want study again or…"Draco says.
sod that!"I say and I find my self flinging my arms around Draco’s neck
and slamming my lips onto his. I feel his arms wrap around waist and
his lips move in sync with mine.
And that is how I failed potions.
(Updated Author’s note- I really don’t think this is
what you really wanted with your request, sorry. I suddenly remembered a
essay I had to do and I’ve been splitting my time with the essay and
the requests I have to write but overall I ended up binge watching
Sherlock. So I am super distracted so this chapter sucks, sorry. I’ll
make up for it next time.)