I came across this on Pinterest so if it’s yours please stand up and take credit.
It’s so perfect- so beautiful.
I dunno how anyone can honestly believe their relationship is platonic. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced of Meat Dagger Tom hadn’t been in the picture, Sherlock would’ve fallen into her arms long ago. And I’ve also been thinking that there’s more to their story that meets the eye– something between the six thatchers and TFP….
I love these two together so damn much.
And I have a feeling I’m not done writing for them…..
STOP ME FROM NAMING MY OWN FICS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Requested by anon:
Hi! Can you write a smutty one shot with Ben Hotbatch😍where he’s had a nightmare&the reader comforts him&they have sex(he’s like sitting on the bed, against the headboard, she’s straddling him etc.
Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x reader
Word count: 1,544
Warnings: Smut - unprotected.
A/N: This had twelve votes! Wow. Also, I may have written Sherlock instead of Benedict, and I apologize for that because honestly I checked it but I’m sure there are more than two of them that I didn’t notice.
running fast; running from the beast. How had he had gotten there?
was dark and it smelled like rotten flesh. The little drizzle of rain falling
blurred his vision and made the ground even more slippery. He could feel the
mud under his bare feet.
howled and it sounded so close he could’ve sworn it was just behind him. He had
to escape, he had to save himself; but in that deep, never ending forest, the
beast had an advantage.
with a thick branch right in the middle of his path. The wet mud splattered all
over his face, blinding him for a few precious seconds. He tried to walk back
up, but both of his legs were bleeding, and the best was already around the
thing he saw were those big, red eyes shining among the darkness of the forest.
The smell of rain drowned him as the beast took its prize: His life.
That this short little phrase that Molly Hooper uttered is probably one of the most ACCURATE FREAKING SENTENCES to describe feeling like you don’t matter to someone (I mean like a single person in particular), which I know that feeling. It sucks, and this IS THE BEST WAY TO DESCRIBE IT IN THREE LITTLE WORDS.
OTP: You do count
OTP: You’ve always counted
OTP: I’ve always trusted you
OTP: What do you need?
OTP: The one person who mattered the most
OTP: Consulting Detective and his Pathologist
OTP: Say you’re sorry!
OTP: Sorry about your engagement
Sherlock doesn’t have friends, but he’s too scary to be messed with. John gets bullied quite often so Sherlock decides to help (perhaps he likes the skull on John’s anatomy books?). John helps treats his wounds since he wants to be a doctor when he gets older. They make an odd pair.