whatever you do, do not think of twelve year-old guardian angel!cas and his ten year-old charge dean winchester.
do not think of cas, totally invisible, helping dean get his five finger discount
do not think of cas, sitting on the closed toilet of the latest motel they’re in, kicking his feet and talking with dean while the latter takes a shower
do not think of cas stirring a pot of KD while dean lets sam taste the marshmallow fluff for his Special Birthday Dinner
do not think of cas helping sam to bed while dean gets yelled at once john has had one too many
do not think of dean sitting on the closed toilet this time, sniffling as cas presses a towel of motel ice to his cheek
do not think of sam and dean curled up in bed, snoring, while cas reads all of dean’s comics
and do not, under any circumstances, think of this: of cas and dean, laying in bed facing each other, with sam asleep between them. they’re holding hands over the six year-old’s train pj top. “where do you wanna go tonight?” cas whispers. “the beach” dean replies. so cas blinks, and they’re laying on a secluded, darkened beach. “the mountains,” dean says. so cas blinks, and they’re in a lush grassy field in the mountains, stars spilled across the sky in a big line. “home.” so cas blinks, and they’re in his old bedroom in lawrence, kansas. “i don’t wanna wake up,” is what dean says next as he squeezes cas’s hand. cas squeezes back.
here’s a list of dialogue prompts that you can request from bc i love making these and they totally help with writer’s block!!so feel free to send in a number and a muse :-) **i’ll probably continue to add on to this as time goes on btw
❝i think about it every day and every night.❞
❝i.. i can’t stay..❞
❝what did you just call me?❞
❝i couldn’t care less. i’m with you right now, that’s all that matters.❞
❝please, don’t go. don’t leave me.❞
❝you still love her, huh?❞
❝frankly, my dear, i don’t give a damn❞
❝i’m not ready for them to find out about us.❞
❝it was always you.❞
❝you’re a coward.❞
❝it certainly took them long enough.❞
❝you’re the best part of me.❞
❝stay the night. please.❞
❝well, well. my night just got better.❞
❝my life would be so boring if you weren’t in it.❞
❝i didn’t think love existed until i met you.❞
❝when were you going to tell me?❞
❝[name], you look tired. come to bed.❞
❝i want to marry you.❞
❝you’ll be fine, i promise.❞
❝please get up.❞
❝you know i’m/we’re here for you, right?❞
❝don’t look at me like that.❞
❝your lips are so soft. i could kiss them all day.❞
❝i can’t fall in love with you. i don’t want all the pain that comes with that.❞
❝it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today.❞
❝aww, you’re blushing like a rose!❞
❝you don’t need to leave so soon.❞
❝i can’t believe i got the first date, let slone the first year!❞
❝i don’t think i can do this without you.❞
❝i tried to move on but nobody is you.❞
❝you know, [name], i’m glad we’re here together.❞
❝hello, i’m [name], and i’m completely available.❞
❝i never wanted any of this to happen to you.❞
❝whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?❞
❝i’d give up so much to have another chance.❞
❝you think i wanted all this?!❞
❝i made mistakes.. and i can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞
❝you made mistakes.. and you can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞ [for a angstier fic]
❝this is what life’s about.❞
❝i’m just saying.. please believe in something.❞
❝you’re going to be fine.❞
❝it’s easier to be by myself.❞
❝i made i promise and now it seems that i won’t be able to keep it.❞
❝they don’t hate you.❞
❝i’m an open book.❞
❝i’m not going to stop leaving marks until I’m sure that every knows you’re mine.❞
❝look! the is so beautiful tonight!❞
❝if you shut up people might actually think you’re smart.❞
❝you have something in your hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?❞
❝look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but i’m still worried about you. no one deserves to be alone.❞
❝you could’ve died, you know?❞
❝can i offer you a drink?❞
❝coming here was your idea.❞
❝chin up. there’s always next time.❞
❝’Fine’? Are you mad?❞
❝there are rules. even for one such as you.❞
❝there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool.❞
❝oh, c’mon! i came all this way.❞
❝shame. i kind of liked you.❞
❝i still believe there is a good person in you.❞
❝you’re kidding right? Right?❞
❝i knew this day would come.. sooner or later.❞
❝i’ll be fine, i promise.❞
❝i just want to hold you.❞
❝you know we belong together. i knew it the first time i saw you, and you know it, too. i know you do.❞
❝could i sit here? all the other tables are full.❞
❝i came here to explain and i’m not leaving until you listening.❞
❝stay alive for me, please.❞
❝you’re the best part of me.❞
❝are you really taking their side against mine?❞
❝i had to see you again.❞
❝help me understand.❞
❝look, i don’t have much time, but i wanted to tell you that i love you.❞
❝no one needs to know.❞
❝you people are insufferable.❞
❝yes, s/he is.. s/he’s perfect.❞
❝i don’t believe i’ve introduced myself properly. how rude of me!❞
❝may i ask for a name to put to a lovely face?❞
❝just hold me.❞
❝i’m with you, okay? always.❞
❝s/he started it!❞
❝i didn’t realize i needed your permission.❞
❝everyone i’ve loved has either died or left me and i’ll be damned if you name is added to that list.❞
❝how could you let this happen?!❞
❝i’ll be fine love.❞
❝stop worrying so much! i’m grown i can take care of myself!❞
❝if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me.❞
❝i wish i never even met her/him!❞
❝you thought you had a choice?❞
❝i don’t have a choice, [name].❞
❝you’ll do amazing, just like always.❞
❝you’re ridiculously comfortable..❞
❝a little cuddling won’t kill you, i promise.❞
❝i always sleep better when you’re here with me.❞
❝it isn’t up for debate.❞
❝you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.❞
❝i can’t do this anymore.. not with you..❞
❝i’ve had a rough day and honestly all i want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.❞
Muffled, from the other side of the door - Stiles/Derek
I changed door to window, oops.
“Stiles, you’re 17 years old. You can’t possibly know what love is, let alone be in love!” The sheriff is yelling down stairs. If Derek knew what was happening in the house he wouldn’t have snuck in through the window. He guesses Stiles finally told his dad about them.
“You have no idea what I can and can’t know!” Stiles yells back. Whatever transpired between the Stilinski men in the last few minutes obviously hasn’t gone as well as Derek hoped it would. He was kind of hoping that John would be a little man, but ultimately accept them, and invite him over for dinner.
“You’re 17! He’s 25!” John yells again, Derek scents the air and smells whiskey in the distant. “I can have him arrested for statutory rape!” There is a bit of a scuffle like Stiles is trying to wrestle the phone away from his dad.
“Don’t!” Feet pound up the stairs and in seconds Stiles is at the door. Derek moves to the window, knowing he isn’t welcome.
“Mieczyslaw!” John is right behind him.
“Dad stop!” Derek can smell tears and he knows their Stiles’. He slips out the window and shuts it, but stay on the roof. Stiles’ room fills with light from the hallway. “You don’t know what I have been through the last 3 years. Derek has been there for me. Just because you know about all the shit that goes bump in the night doesn’t mean what he’s done for me, and what I’ve done for him goes away.”
John says something else, but he’s still out in the hallway, and it’s hard to hear.
“Just go away. I’m done talking to you dad.” Stiles slams the door and the light that came in from the hallway is gone. The springs from the bed squeal as Stiles falls onto the mattress. The same mattress that a couple days ago the shared while the sheriff pulled a double shift at the station.
Soft sobs come through the air, and Derek really wants to go in, but he also feels like he really shouldn’t. Whatever this is, it’s between Stiles and his dad.
Derek hears a soft, “fuck,” and his heart breaks a little bit. A knock comes from the door and a blur of light comes into the room.
“Kiddo,” John’s voice pipes up. Stiles doesn’t say anything back. The light goes away, but now there are two heartbeats in the room.
“I love him dad,” it muffled, and so soft Derek almost misses him.
Hearing it, is something Derek didn’t expect. The three words he’s been wanting to say for a while now but he never knew if Stiles felt the same way. Things are still kind of new, he didn’t want to say something too soon and ruin whatever this, whatever they, could be.
“I’m not happy about this kiddo. But if you love him, the least I can do is invite the guy over for dinner.” The springs squeak as John sits on the mattress too.
Derek feels weird listening to anymore, so he jumps off the roof and makes his way home. The words Stiles saying swirling around in his head. When he gets home, he gathers enough courage to text Stiles.
He says: “Goodnight Stiles. I love you.” And waits for a response.
It comes nearly an hour later and it says: “Goodnight Der, love you too”
Derek falls asleep easily that night, knowing Stiles loves him, and he loves Stiles.
So I thought I’d analyze the boys’ alcohol intake during John’s stag, and it turned out to be pretty hefty. First off, their beer/ale/hoppy intake was 443.7 ml which is about ¾ of a pint:
Then I looked at how many pubs they went to, which was 8 (!); so the number of beers was 8 (in two hours, jfc). The website I used for calculating blood alcohol concentration considers one drink in the UK to be half a pint, so every beer the boys had was equal to 1.5 drinks (so 12 drinks) plus the one shot John bought totals 13 drinks.
I calculated Sherlock’s blood alcohol based upon 13 drinks in two hours with a body weight of 170 pounds.
Which gives him a blood alcohol concentration of .2
Which is pretty intoxicated. John is even worse because he is smaller than Sherlock, I estimate his weight at 140:
So his BAC is .251
Then they had an unknown quantity back at Baker Street. No wonder they both fell asleep at different times. And Sherlock got sick. They truly were blasted.
request: hiiii i’m such a big fan you’re such an inspiration to me! could i get a request where the reader and stiles are married and have a son and stiles doesn’t really help her and is constantly helping the pack and at work and what not and shows her and her son no attention? the reader confronts him one night when he comes home late and finds out he was cheating, so she leaves and sleeps at lydia’s so then stiles goes and tries to win her and his son back? sorry i it’s complicating i love you so much
author’s note: happy easter (to those who celebrate)! i hope you guys all like this, thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me with a couple things!
It’s my first imagine\headcanon in English, it was pretty interesting and cool :D (english isn’t my native language) Thank you @my-dear-watson and @queenselana for the support! It’s important to me! So, enjoy and
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Brock Pack (a crew leader at Clark’s) said Dylann:
Often spaced or zoned out while working. One day, while working on a house by the lake, he was edging around the rocks by the lake. There was no fence and he was edging three houses down from the house they were working on. Brock had trouble getting his attention and had to get in front of him to get him back on the right property.
Would go sit somewhere else by himself if the crew sat down for lunch before him (even though the rest of the crew was sitting together. The crew went to lunch together most every day).
Would sit with the crew only if he sat down first and the crew sat next to him.
Said everything in a monotone voice and would not crack a smile when joking (this made brock have a hard time knowing when he was joking).
Often wore two shirts and had his pants rolled up at the bottom with his socks pulled high.
Seemed to have no interests outside of work.
John Patton (co-worker) said Dylann:
Was difficult to get answers from that were more than a word or two (john tried to get to know Dylann but it was hard to do so because of this).
Told john that he was only working because his dad made him.
Fell asleep virtually any time he was stationary, even when he was in the truck for only 2 or 3 minutes on the way to the next job.
Was seen sitting on his own at lunch by John.
When asked about hobbies one time, said he did not do anything; he just went home and sat in his room.
Was asked if he played video games and he responded, “No, I literally look at the walls.”
Brian Fanning (a manager of the landscaping division at Clarks) said Dylann:
Was extremely quiet; it was like pulling teeth to get him to give more than a one-word answer. Even when he did give a longer answer, it would take him a long time to provide an answer of any kind.
Worked at Clark’s for approximately two months in 2014 (from late March to early June) and for less than two months in 2015 (from mid-April to late May).
The following’s from a news article. I couldn’t find the documents.
Dylann’s former coworkers described him as largely “keeping to himself,”. One of his former coworkers recalled him offering to show them the pistol he had recently purchased with money given to him by his father. The man said he told Dylann not to bring the pistol to work.
Another former coworker recalled a time when a fellow employee “made some racist joke,” after which Dylann stated that he was a racist. Dylann also told the man that he would like to one day get a job as a clerk or someone in the retail field, but no one would hire him due to the way he looks.
(I’ve edited this post since posting it to make it easier to read)
They ate in pleasant silence. The
only noise in the flat was the movie, and occasionally Rosie’s whines for some
of Sherlock’s food. She found her place back in his lap and decided to join
them in their movie-watching. The men laughed at her lip covered in drool from
the sight of their food, eventually, Sherlock gave in and let her have some of
the rice which he softened for her. Every other bite, John would put his fork
down and watch Sherlock. He looked on fondly as the man would sigh and give
Rosie more rice, when a particularly exciting scene happened in the movie and
Sherlock stopped moving to watch it, he was happy to see Sherlock happy and
content. He was excited at the fact that Sherlock was happy and content with him.
The lights were off and John couldn’t help but bask in Sherlock’s silhouette from
the TV light. How could a man be so beautiful and find someone like him worthy
of their time?
“The dragon is starting to grow
on me, John…John?” Sherlock turned to face him and John’s cheeks reddened at
being caught staring.
“Oh um…yeah, Smaug. He actually
reminds me of you.”
Sherlock smirked at John’s
reaction and replied, “Oh yes, because I too have a penchant for breathing
fire, and, as others so helpfully point out, my voice is quite deep.”
“Well, yeah, that stuff too but I
think, for me at least, it’s because you protect things so vehemently. You go
through all these lengths to protect things that are important to you, whether
it’s a person or thing.”
“If we’re drawing parallels then,
just like Smaug, I’m protecting just one thing with my life.”
John’s eyes met Sherlock’s and
they both stared at each other smiling, Rosie the only one firmly attentive
with the movie. John turned to the television and shoved another forkful of
food in his mouth. “Or, you know maybe it’s because you’re just a hotheaded hoarder.”
Sherlock snorted and took another
helping of his food. “Maybe, John.”
It was then that John realized
that he missed Sherlock so much. The house felt different without him, even
when Mary was still alive. There just wasn’t that banter that he was so
accustomed to with Sherlock. The thought left him smiling into his food for the
rest of the film. John took care of the food as Sherlock put Rosie to bed. She
had fallen asleep halfway into the marathon, but the two were so comfortable
laying on each other that they didn’t move until after the third movie. John
stood in the doorway of his daughter’s room and watched as Sherlock gently set
her down in her crib and rubbed her back when she stirred. Thankfully, she
stayed asleep and John could let the breath out that he was holding.
“Ready for bed, Mr. Holmes?”
“Just let me change and I’ll join
John perked up at the very real
and very exciting prospect of sleeping with Sherlock Holmes. He nodded and walked
into the room to prepare the bed. It had been so long since he’s slept with
another person in the bed, and the fact that it was Sherlock, his best friend,
best man, the…the man he loved, it made the man simply giddy. Was Sherlock just
as excited as he was? He hoped so. As soon as John was dressed and ready for
bed, Sherlock came in wearing his classic grey t-shirt and striped pants.
“So, this is where I’ll be until
further notice?” Sherlock was joking as he walked to his side of the bed and
lifted the covers.
“There’s always the sofa, if you
want to be picky.” John was just as playful with his response.
They settled in under the covers,
and John closed his eyes letting the warmth from his bedmate lull him to sleep.
It would have been the fastest he’s ever fallen asleep until he heard Sherlock’s
small voice whisper, “John?”
“Yes?” Their voices were made
gentle and soft by fatigue.
He could see Sherlock’s form sit
and he too propped himself up on his elbows to listen to what the man had to
After a long bout of silence, he
heard Sherlock say, “You called me great today.”
“I did.” John then thought back
to the context in which he said it and then immediately he felt like an ass,
maybe they weren’t back to that level of joking yet, he overstepped his
boundaries, he fucked up, he fucked up bad… “I’m not great, John.”
“Sherlock I’m sorry…”
“Let me finish.” Sherlock’s voice
sounded so painfully raw and John’s instinct was to sit up fully and place a
hand on his back. He would listen to whatever it was that Sherlock had to say, they
would stay up all night if that made him feel better.
“Yeah, of course, whatever you
“…You called me great today, and
I’m not, John. I’ve never been great. No one’s ever referred to me as such,
therefore I must not be. But I’ve never truly felt ‘great’ until I met you.”
John’s breath hitched in his
throat at that.
“From the day we met you never
once failed to call me every variation of the word ‘brilliant’ or ‘extraordinary’.
You’ve always made me feel like I belonged, like it was okay to be me, that I
am doing good…even when I have trouble believing it some days.”
John bit his cheek to prevent any
noise from escaping his body. Sherlock wasn’t finished.
“When I’m with you John, I think
I really am ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and it makes me happy. But then I
realized…I wouldn’t be great if you weren’t amazing.”
John cupped a hand over his mouth
to let Sherlock finish. Even in the darkness of the night he could see Sherlock’s
smile, so warm, so bright, so wonderful. God, he was so pretty.
“So, let me say this now. John
Watson, I think you’re the most amazing, and bravest man that one could ever
hope to meet and how lucky I am to have met you.”
John didn’t respond. How could
he? What did he, a worn-down war vet, ever do to make a man like Sherlock
Holmes, find him worth his time? As if Sherlock knew what he was thinking, he simply
wrapped his arms around John’s small body and pressed a kiss to his forehead
when he heard John’s tiny whimper into his shirt.
“You don’t have to say anything
right now, I just wanted to tell you that before I scared myself into never
telling you, like so many other things I’ve been meaning to say but never have…”
They fell asleep like that,
embraced and inhaling the scent of the other. The last thing that John
remembered thinking was that he didn’t want Sherlock to leave.
Oh boy, this was 1k words guys! Hopefully you guys were satisfied with this chapter, it was a pleasure to write, and hopefully the next parts will be just as good!
request from anon: 171, 172 and 163, John x reader pretty pleaseeee!
“What happened to your face?” You asked, looking up from your book and at your best friend who was trying and failing to avoid you.
“Got into a fight.” He mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. You sighed.
“Sit down.” You told him and he did as you requested. You stood up and examined the extent of his injuries. “Why?” You frowned and you made your way over to the freezer, getting an ice pack out and you handed it to him. He held it up to his eye, hissing at the contact.
“Because they were talking shit about Alexander and about Washington.”
“That doesn’t justify your actions- they are both grown men who can defend themselves.”
“I’m sick of being USELESS!” He yelled and you took a step back, not sure what to expect when he got this angry.
“You aren’t useless, when are you going to understand that? I get that you’re upset but do you know how it feels for me? How would you like it if everytime you came over here, I was holding ice to my eye or to my knuckles?”
“It’s the exact same thing. Because yes we are roommates and yes I stay up until one am just to make sure you get home safely and so if you did get in a fight, I can take care of you. But you just go on and on about how you’re useless. And if you are trying to get yourself killed- because it really does seem that way some nights because of your stupid thing with honor and defending other people’s honor- let me just assure you that if you die you are going to be as useless as you say you are right now.” You yelled and he fell silent, nodding.
“Why do you care so much?”
“Go to sleep, I’ll leave a cup of water by your bedside with some pain medicine for the hangover.”
You walked away and went into your bedroom, ready to go to bed after waiting several hours for John to come home. You sighed, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion before laying down in your bed and falling asleep.
Someone tapped your shoulder and you groaned, opening your eyes reluctantly.
You saw John who was shaking and your look of annoyance was replaced by one of concern.
“John? What are you doing in here?” You asked him and you felt the other side of your bed dip.
“Dream.” He said simply, not elaborating.
“Okay just… stay on your side of the bed.” You mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” He replied and you rolled your eyes.
“One, it’s pitch black, John and two, I’m not even facing you.”
“Was worth a shot.” He shot back and you smiled a bit, glad that he couldn’t see it. You felt his leg brush yours under the covers and you turned around and glared at him.
“What happened to staying on your side of the bed?”
“Like I mentioned, I didn’t hear what you were saying. Sorry.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what? My hearing problems?” He joked and you frowned.
You moved closer to him and you hugged him gently. You heard him begin to cry and he buried his head in your arm.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here for you- the dream is over.”
“No it’s not over. I don’t want it to be over.” He sobbed.
“Jackie look at me. I’m here. I love you, okay? That’s why I care so much. Because I love you.” You said gently.
He stopped crying.
“No you don’t.” He whimpered.
He woke up, staring at his ceiling, tears running down his face. He rubbed his eyes and he went out of his room to see you asleep with your head laying on the countertop.
He saw a glass jar next to your head, filled up with money.
“What’s this?” He asked quietly and Alex turned his attention away from his paper that he was writing and to John.
“Oh. We started an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was. I may or may not have told my boss to go fuck himself.”
“Did he fire you?”
“Not yet, I think he may have thought I was talking to someone else. Are you alright?” He asked, standing up and squinting at John.
“Now you’re imagining things. Are you gonna wake Y/N up so they can fall asleep more comfortably?”
“I’m not the one who needs to ask her out.”
“Who needs to ask me out?” You asked drowsily and John glared at Alex.
“That’s twenty dollars, at least.”
“Nobody, just go back to sleep- this is just a dream.”
|| Requested by: Anon :: Reader is very affectionate and Sherlock likes it but is very embarrassed. ||
It was something he’d never wanted to happen because he’d always been so double- minded about the concept of this particular thing that when it had actually occurred, he’d freaked out.
The Sherlock Holmes had freaked out.
“Listen, honey, I’ve got to get these papers signed, I’ll be back in half an hour,” Y/N said, as she reached for her boyfriend’s cheek. Only, he backed away, much to her dismay.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her forehead scrunching up in confusion.
Y/N put on her coat and then quickly pecked Sherlock’s cheek before he could back away again.
The sleuth cast her a small smile and bid her goodbye through gritted teeth.
As soon as Y/N left through the door, Sherlock plopped onto his armchair, sighing loudly.
Relationships. They freaked him out. He didn’t understand at first that he was, in fact, in love with Y/N. When John confronted him and made him understand that this was the case he felt afraid. He spent a few weeks researching about this and found that the symptoms matched - yes he’d fallen for her. He’d gone and asked her out when John insisted and he was internally happy that John made him do so.
She was so very sweet, always so understanding of him and giving him his space when needed. There was only one thing- and it wasn’t even a problem- but Y/N loved to show how much she liked him. She was very affectionate, almost constantly cuddling up to him, kissing him or caressing his cheeks. This was very new to him and for some reason, embarrassed him.
He felt his cheeks flush everytime she touched him, especially in public. The knowing glances that people threw at him made him feel uncomfortable.
And that wasn’t the problem. The real issue here was that he loved the way she made him feel by just her touch and yet he was so embarrassed because of it. That she could do this to him by just being so close to him. He loved it and hated it.
“Hey,” Y/N said softly, as she entered the apartment.
Sherlock blinked himself out of his thoughts and asked, “Didn't you leave five minutes ago?”
Y/N took off her coat and sat down next to him. “So happy to see me? But no, babe, I left 30 minutes ago.”
Y/N moved closer to him, leaning in to kiss him but he scooted to a side.
“Okay, what is the matter, Sherlock?” Y/N asked, obviously extremely furious at his behavior.
“What?” the detective asked, but he knew she’d settle for nothing but the truth.
“Why are you so uncomfortable around me? If … you don’t like me, just say it. There’s no point trying to avoid me like this,” she breathed.
Sherlock’s eyes widened.
“Oh no. Y/N. It isn’t that.”
“Then what is it? I’m not very intriguing anymore?”
“Sherlock? Are you not comfortable when I touch you?”
Sherlock looked up at Y/N. She was so upset. He didn’t like what he saw.
“No. I- I do like that you’re affectionate..it’s just-”
And so he told her. Everything he’d been thinking while she was gone. He knew he was ranting stupidly but she was so upset-
“You’re so stupid for a detective,” Y/N said, patting his dark curls.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, love. I like you and I like to show it and it’s okay that it makes you feel good. There isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Do you want me to stop all together?”
“No. Not quite so. The way you put it..it is a trivial matter.”
“Exactly. Don’t overthink. Just be, Sherlock,” Y/N said, putting an arm around him and settling her head into the nape of his neck.
He flushed again but didn’t flinch much this time and kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. She was right, if he liked it..why was he ashamed?
She looked at him and kissed him softly, caressing his cheek, before settling against his chest as he moved to lay down on the sofa.
“See? It feels good.” “Yes.”
Just like that they fell asleep, pressed against each other.
“And so the lovers are slumbering,” John muttered, glancing at Y/N and Sherlock who lay curled up against each other.
“Shh John. You’ll wake them up,” Mrs. Hudson whispered as she took John’s phone out of his hand.
“..What..are you doing?”
Mrs. Hudson giggled, as she pointed the phone at the couple and clicked away. “Who’s to think I’d see Sherlock like this one day? I mean I’ve seen him covered in blood but this is just bizarre!”
A/N: I felt so good, writing this. Hope you liked it! It’s good to be back.
Characters- Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester(Mentioned), Little sister Winchester
Word count- 1400
Sam is alone with sister when she starts asking questions he doesn’t want to answer, when things get out of hand he calls Dean for some advice. It’s a little angsty.
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“Sammy what’s a Ghoul?” Sam was startled at hearing your little voice so late at night, it was nearly mid-night he thought you were asleep hours ago. “Y/N, bug what are you doing up? It’s very late.” Sam effortlessly scooped up your small frame and held you on his side as he spoke.
“I heard you tell daddy that it was a ghoul… so I was thinking of all the big kid words I know, and I don’t know what a ghoul is.” You looked at your big brother and gave him the most innocent look he had ever seen. You were too you for this life, you deserved so much better. “y/n it’s way past bedtime, you need to go to sleep.” Sam was trying desperately to change the topic.
5 years ago when Sam found out monsters were real the first thing he did was look at you. You were only a toddler then 2 or 3 years old still sleeping in a portable crib John found at a garage sale. Sam looked at your sleeping frame and promised that he was gonna do his best to keep the monsters a secret for as long as he could.
“But Sammy, why can’t you just tell me then I go back to sleep.” For as hard as Sam pushed you would push back, being a curious eight year old and a stubborn Winchester it was practically second nature. “y/n I said no, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Sam was stern, and you didn’t want him to get angry so you agreed with every intent on continuing first thing tomorrow morning.
You quietly crawled back into bed trying to think of what the word could possibly mean, you started trying to remember other words that you didn’t know to try and solve the word mystery and that’s when lots of other words came to mind.
And that seemed to be the one word that Sherlock heard after
their morning together. When he finally joined John in Rosie’s room, the blond
already had the baby laid out on the changing table. Her diaper was just
removed. John looked up at Sherlock and smiled. He reached his hand toward the
baby’s items and said, “Could you get me a wipe and nappy, love?”
There it was again. John called him that word. He called him love. For a moment, he nearly forgot that
John asked him to get something. He went and got the items and handed them over
to John, then retreated to leaning on the doorway.
Sherlock rested his head on the wood, suddenly feeling drunk
with affection for John.
The second time, they were in the living room, Rosie was
demolishing her stuffed bee while watching the television. Sherlock was sat on
the couch while John fixed them breakfast. John’s specialty was eggs with beans
on toast. Sometimes, he would sneak a few slices of ham from Mrs. Hudson while
she was away and then cook it for their meal. Sherlock never much cared for
breakfast, but with John, he would gladly sit and share a meal. He looked into
the kitchen to see his lover standing over the stove humming some tune in his
head. Sherlock smirked at how adorable he found the man to be at times. Rosie
was tugging at his pant leg, he looked down and saw the blue-eyed baby smiling
up at him with her fist in her mouth.
“Oh, did you finally grow bored of mutilating that poor bee?”
He looked over at the once fluffy bee and sighed. It was a
gift for her and this was how she treated it. He placed her on his lap and
watched the children’s show. He let her grab his ring finger and briefly,
Sherlock imagined a gold band on it. He shook his head. John said he loved him,
not that he wanted to marry him. For everything that’s happened, John may not
be too keen on the thought of remarrying.
“Time to eat, love.” John’s smile made Sherlock dizzy. How
could such a mouth show this much emotion?
I am his love
Sherlock looked down at Rosie and whispered, “I am his love,
Rosie.” To which the infant just continued to suck on her fist. He seated
himself at the table after placing Rosie in her special chair directly in front
of the television. John was waiting for him. They shared a glance before
digging in. While they ate, Sherlock felt John’s leg brush against his. Maybe
it was an accident, Sherlock thought. But then he felt the leg again. He
blushed and tried to hide his face from the chuckling man across the table.
“What’s the matter? Do you want me to stop?”
Sherlock reacted faster than he could think and shook his
head. John put his fork down and sat back, trying to get a good look at
Sherlock’s face. Sherlock resisted every urge he had to look John in his eyes
and kept eating.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
Sherlock shrugged cursing his blushing cheeks. “I’ve been
“Oh yeah? By who?”
Sherlock’s smile turned smug when he saw John’s cheeks
matching his own. Now they matched. John grinned at him.
The third time was when they took to lounging together on
the sofa while Rosie dominated whatever they had on the television. John tried
to change to the news for a moment and Rosie started shrieking whenever
anything other than the Teletubbies on the screen. So, there they were, stuck
watching the Teletubbies. John was indifferent to it, Sherlock, was horrified
at how children found such frightening creatures entertaining.
John was lying in between Sherlock’s legs, with his head
resting on his chest. Sherlock had his arms wrapped around John’s so that his
hands were laying on his chest. John’s hands were rubbing Sherlock’s arms
slowly, it was very ticklish.
“Care for tea, love?”
He’s in love with me.
“Yes, I do.”
John got up to fix their cups and Sherlock was left to think
about John calling him that word so many times in one day.
That night, they were both in Rosie’s room trying to find
ways to coax her to sleep. Sherlock was rubbing her stomach and shushing her,
meanwhile John tried to give her warm milk. When she finally fell asleep, they
stood over her crib and watched her little chest rise and fall softly. John
yawned and said, “Are you ready for bed?”
Sherlock nodded. “Just give me a moment to brush my teeth.”
John rose on his tippy toes to kiss Sherlock’s lips. “I’ll
see you in bed, love.”
After John walked out the room, only one thing crossed his
I love him.
There will be plenty more times of John calling Sherlock “love” so don’t worry guys!
You woke up with a pounding headache and a sharp pain in your side. You groaned and rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position. This wasn’t a new thing- you’d gotten at least one kidney infection every year for as long as you could remember and this was probably just another one. All you needed was water, ibuprofen, and sleep and you’d be fine. You got up slowly, pressing a hand to your side, and made your way to the kitchen.
request from anon: Ok, so like I saw this really cute story about a couple, and I so saw John Laurens doing this? So like, could I have a John Laurens x reader where the reader normally goes to work early but not today, but john doesn’t know. So he just slides into the kitchen singing and dancing and then sees the reader and it’s just fluff? Maybe? Idk. If u don’t wanna that’s chill. Love you, byeee!
a/n: this is so cute, thank you so much!! love you too!!
I heard my phone buzz and I reached over, almost knocking it off the nightstand in the process, and grabbed it. I tried to make out the time as I adjusted to the sudden change of light.
After a few minutes of staring at my phone screen, I no longer had to squint to try and make out the time. 10:02 am. I sat up quickly, stressed out that I was late for work before relaxing and remembering that today was my day off.
I looked over at the other side of the bed, expecting to see John still curled up and still asleep but to my surprise, the bed was empty. Huh, he must’ve forgotten that I wasn’t working today. I walked out of our room and into the hall that led to our kitchen. I heard John singing loudly and I smiled a bit, peeking into the kitchen.
He was wearing sweatpants and socks, the latter he was using to slide around the kitchen while he was making his coffee. He was using a spoon as a microphone and was twirling around and because of the socks, he almost fell several times.
“So this is what you do when I am off to work.” I said, amused and he turned around upon seeing me, smiling widely. He ran towards me and hugged me tightly.
“You’re home!” He grinned and he kissed my cheek and I smiled again. “So am I wonderful singer or is that just my opinion.”
“Well I definetly don’t think you can exclude the dancing from your singing act- but yes.”
“It would be better if you were here every morning.”
“Are you trying to impress me?” I asked him and he grabbed my hand and spinned me around in the kitchen.
“Maybe.” He smiled and he twirled me around.
“Well I didn’t know you were so good at dancing.” I told him and he brought me close again. He kissed my lips this time.
“Only for you, dearest. On that topic, is there a special reason you are home?”
“Isn’t wanting to spend time with my amazing partner reason enough?” I smiled and he looked at me amused.
“For me, yes. But I don’t think your boss would let you off if that was the reason.”
“I’m taking your advice.”
“What are you and what have you done with my partner?” He teased and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes I didn’t know it was possible for me to take a break either.”
“What are you going to do all day?”
“Spend time with you or sleep.”
“If I were you, I would chose sleeping with me. So you can multitask.”
“Tempting offer but you can invite your friends, if you want.”
“To sleep with me?” He asked, confused. I laughed a bit and shook my head.
“To come over today. We can all hang out, play games on the wii?”
“Alex is banned from playing on the wii.”
“Do I dare to ask the story?”
“You know that hole that I helped fix in Laf’s apartment?”
“Yeah, I believe I know the one.”
“Alex lost a game- Mario Kart I believe.”
“I mean I understand what happened but this is so vague. Like what happened? Did he punch the wall? Did he throw the controller?”
“You may never know.”
“Oh come on.”
“Fine, fine. So I was in the lead somehow- probably because Hercules was half asleep but he was still kicking Alex’s ass, right? But somehow Alex gets ahead of me and Hercules and we are in the last lap. I deploy a blue shell and it hits Alex. Alex looses terribly. He kind of threw the wii remote harder than he intended and he hit the wall at the perfect angle to make a hole.”
“Mm. Who won that round?” I asked and he grinned.
“I’m guessing Alex gets angry everytime you bring up?”
“That day didn’t happen according to him. Fortunately he doesn’t decide whether or not a day happens.”
“That happened the day I met you, wasn’t it? I was living with Peggy and I lived across the hall from Lafayette and I knocked on his door to see what all the commotion was about.”
“Never have I been so happy to open a door in my life and if I remembered, I was very smooth.”
“You were crying because of how hard you were laughing.”
“Ha. So anything in particular you want to do today?”
John’s been gone for days, along with Arthur and Tommy, so God only knows where they are or what they’re doing.
The kids are going mad, screaming for John at all hours of the morning when they awake from a dream he’s off at war again, and I try but my vague assurances that he’ll “be back soon” fall on deaf ears. I don’t know any more information to tell them and I can’t bring myself to lie; they’ve already been through enough without me promising things I don’t know I can keep.
I’ve just managed to get the older two to bed, although I don’t think they’re asleep yet - both of them having conspired to stay awake as long as they can each night in case John comes home - but after a particularly nasty bout of tears and tantrums they’re finally quiet and calm, and I’m classing that as a victory. But the youngest two are still awake. Katie’s clinging to my night dress, still mumbling shaky pleas for her dad long after the other’s have quietened down, and her brother is sat on the sofa eyes fixed on the front door, trying desperately to keep them open, but without the energy to cry anymore.