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Morning Coffee.

previously titled “Plot Twist.”

Spencer Reid x Reader

Spencer sees the reader every morning at the coffee shop. One day while they’re both in there someone attempts an armed robbery, but to Spencer’s surprise the reader pulls her own gun, ready to defend herself and others. Caught up in the chaos and stress of it all, Spencer instinctually reaches for his gun as well. After everyone is safe, he asks her about why she’s got such a weapon. 

anon requested.

warning! attempted armed robbery in a public place

↳ Part One.

Each morning before work, you’d stop at the coffee shop on the corner near the police station. Although you had moved to Quantico pretty recently, you’d been a homicide detective for a while.

And each morning as you waited in line you saw the same man sitting by the window. He had messy curly hair and was tall and lanky, and always carried a bag with him. 

You didn’t know his name for the longest time, but spotted ‘Spencer’ scrawled onto his paper cup one morning and grinned to yourself. You’d developed a small “crush” on him, sure it wasn’t a real one since you hadn’t officially met but from time to time you’d find yourself looking around the small shop in hopes to spot his messy head of hair. Each time you made eye contact he’d show a tight-lipped smile and give a tiny wave. You found it cute.

Spencer had noticed you as well, and found himself looking forward to seeing you in the shop in the morning. He always wondered who you were and what you did since you were awake so early, some days at 6 am, and then left in a hurry but not before flashing a smile and shouting a ‘thank you!’ to the barista.

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Body Positivity Headcanons

-Betas with large noses being considered very attractive because it shows off their superior sense of smell

-Omegas with large scars being admired because they must be really tough and that’s an attractive quality to an Alpha because they think it’ll help them be a good mother for their future children

-Alphas with large ears being highly sought after by Omegas because it’s said that Alphas with large ears have better hearing and will be able to detect trouble sooner and protect their family better

-An Alpha with incredibly curly hair being self conscious of it until they hear a cluster of Omegas talking about how lovely it was and how the Alpha’s future children will surely be very beautiful if they inherit those curls

-Chubby Omegas being very desirable because they look strong and healthy and well suited for carrying strong and healthy pups

-Skinny Alphas being loved by Omegas who have had problems with very muscular and imposing Alphas in the past, because the skinny Alphas are still very dominant and Alpha-like but much less intimidating to the often anxious Omegas

-Alphas absolutely adoring the stretch marks on their mate’s tummy after having a baby, loving how each mark was a product of their strong Omega nurturing and growing their child for nine long months

-Some Alphas loving tall Omegas more than petite ones because they think their children will be more likely to turn out as Alphas if they have such a strong looking Omega parent

-Betas with large teeth being seen as attractive because their teeth would help keep their loved one’s safe if they had to fight

-Short Alphas being adores by Omegas who are bitter about their own height, they love having an Alpha that is closer to their own height

Oh, What a Night

Originally posted by holmeswatsoned

Summary: It wouldn’t be the wedding of John and Mary Watson if everything went smoothly. Especially with Sherlock Holmes as a best man. 

Sherlock x Reader, John Watson x Mary Morstan

A/N: 1) cookies for whoever gets my What’s Your Number reference. 2) Lines from the episode The Sign of Three are in bold. 3) listen while you read here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDxhugRKZ8g

Oh, what a night

Late December, back in ‘63

What a very special time for me

As I remember, what a night

Every married couple has a wedding nightmare story. A drunk aunt getting a little to groovy on the dance floor and needing a new hip. Rather colorful pollen from the bouquet getting on the bride’s very white dress. The violinist doesn’t show so the wedding planner plays ‘Here Comes the Bride’ on a tuba.

John and Mary Watson could top them all. The nightmares started almost from the very moment John asked the one and only Sherlock Holmes to be his best man. If you think about it, no one should have been really surprised when there was a murder attempt at the reception.

Y/N, Mary’s bridesmaid and Sherlock’s current flatmate (since John and Mary moved in together) was sat to Mary’s right, next to the maid of honor, Janine. Y/N straightened up in her seat as Sherlock stood to do his toast.

Though the young woman was incredibly happy for her friends, she had been waiting for months to hear this toast. Anytime Y/N asked the detective to practice the speech on her, she was met with a decisive ‘no.’

Y/N could see that Sherlock was concealing his nerves. Only someone with a lot of practice looking past his masked emotions could see the anxiety deep in his eyes.

The tall handsome man locked eyes with Y/N. She gave him an encouraging smile and mimed taking a deep breath. The side of Sherlock’s mouth twitched upwards a bit and he turned back to the ballroom of people before him.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Family and friends. And…um…others…”

Oh, what a night

You know, I didn’t even know her name

But I was never gonna be the same

What a lady, what a night

When Sherlock abandoned the telegrams, Y/N knew it would be quite the show. While other guests watched in confusion and slight horror, Y/N could only look to the curly haired detective with adoration.

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Summary: You are sitting on a bench when you make a deduction about a certain curly haired detective

A/n: I started writing something, then this happened so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You were sitting on a worn down bench in a park. You, like Sherlock, could deduce people, and you also, like Sherlock, got bored in between cases. So, you came to this park to silently deduce people. Little did you know that Sherlock had been searching for you.
“Y/n! What are you doing here? I’ve been trying to find you for ages!”
You looked up and saw Sherlock standing over you. He looked as if he’d been running.
“I’m just sitting here Sherlock, relax. Why were you so worried?”
Sherlock awkwardly stood there, his hands fidgeting.
“I just thought something happened to you.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. Suddenly, you stood up and stood right in front of Sherlock. He looked up, shocked by your sudden movement.
“What are you doing, y/n?” He asked.
You grabbed his wrist, taking his pulse while staring in his eyes. You smirked and walked back to the bench.
“You want to know what I just deduced, Sherlock?”
Sherlock, still confused and suddenly a bit nervous, walked over and sat next to you.
“What, y/n?”
You turned and stared into his eyes.
“That you, mister sociopath, are in love with me.”
He didn’t move. So you said, “When I got up and grabbed your wrists, your pulse was elevated. When I looked into your eyes your pupils were dilated. And it would explain why you were so worried about me.”
Sherlock looked down, afraid of your reaction to what you had deduced. You stood up.
“And guess what, Sherlock?”
“I guess your a lucky guy to love a girl/guy that loves you back.”
You then walked away, leaving Sherlock dumbfounded.

Re-posting an old akeshu drabble...

Back before I purged my old presence on here, I had posted a drabble for a dear friend, @mintycoolness, who was curious about a scenario where Goro was adopted into a loving, stable family - Akira’s family. I don’t feel like it’s something I want to post to AO3 because it’s stylistically such a far cry from what I normally post, but I posted it here and people like it, so I’m going to post it again.

Title: Untitled
Pairing: Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira
Rating: Mature for mild sexuality, allusions to child abuse, and general squick.
Word Count: ~1900
Summary: Minty asked for an AU where Akira’s family adopted Goro when he was still young. So, here it is…

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Much Better

I don’t even remember where this originally came from, but I saved the prompt in a draft. I had said that was going to finish Sweetness before I wrote this, but I couldn’t get Magnus out of my head. Here you go @angelsseb :)

Prompt: Captain James Conrad (or one of Tom’s characters, or … Tom), a bar situation, a fight of some sort, and then …other things… in the bar.

Warnings: Violence and sexual situations

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Sherlock x reader

Oh Gosh, my first Sherlock one shot… I’m awful at this…it’s my first time, so it’s gonna suck.. 😫😩 I hope you enjoy anyway ❤ ____________________________________

 It was normal night in 221B, as normal as it could get with Sherlock laying on his couch, his fingers steepled under his chin as he thought. John went out an hour ago on another errand, leaving Sherlock and Y/n alone in the flat. One thing was on Sherlock’s mind at the moment: Why. Why was he feeling this way? Sherlock is a man who would use his mind for everything, never once listened to the trivial thing called a heart. Besides, caring is a disadvantage. He doesn’t have the ability to care–to love for that matter. But here he was, wondering why he cared so much for her. She was intriguing yes, interesting too. He knows so little about her, and for Sherlock Holmes, that’s saying something. He knows her likes, her dislikes, what ticks her off. He knows why she spends so little time with her family, but he couldn’t deduce her, he just can’t. It’s like every time he tried, there’s a wall, blocking him from view. There was just something about Y/n L/n, something he just can’t put his finger on. But maybe, it wasn’t her, maybe it was him. Maybe he wants her around, for the sake of just being there. That every time he’d try to deduce, his mind would block him from doing so, to try to get to know the girl like a normal man would, not by a glance. Maybe he– No. Not the time Sherlock. Remember what Mycroft said. 

Caring is a disadvantage.

 Remember what you told yourself. Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. Nothing to gain from caring for someone, he preferred to be alone, alone protects. When you’re alone, there’s no one to worry and fuss over, you have no one’s back to watch but your own. Sherlock’s eyes open, staring up at the ceiling, taking a breath as the girl herself walks into the room from the kitchen, two cups of tea in her hand. She came back from work a while ago and had already changed into one of John’s old jumpers and a pair of comfortable sweat pants, her hair tossed up in mess of a bun. “Oh, Welcome back Holmes.” she muses, putting one of the cups down on the table close to him, “Thought you were gonna stay in there forever.” Y/n smiles at him, and Sherlock didn’t know why, but he smiled back. Sitting up, running a hand through his curly mop of dark hair, he takes the cup off the table, taking a sip of the liquid. “You brought new tea in.” He states, Y/n looks up from her book that was propped on her knees, eyebrows raised, “Oh, yeah. I noticed you ran out.” Sherlock takes another sip of the soothing Earl Grey, not his usual choice of tea, but this’ll have to do. “Sherlock.”                                     “Hmm?” The detective hums, pulling his eyes away from the window to look at Y/n, her brown eyes boring into his. “When was the last time you’ve eaten?” Sherlock sits up straight at the question, opting to lie to her, but that’ll be useless, he could lie with a straight face,no problem, but she always knows. “Three days ago. Why?”                                                                              “Three days……” Y/n trails off, closing her eyes in frustration, sighing she looks back at him, “You know, eventually your body is going to shut down on you because you’re not taking care of yourself.” He does that a lot, he doesn’t eat much, neither does he sleep much because he usually on a case and too busy thinking to focus on those normal important human things. “I take care of myself.” Sherlock scoffs, watching her get up from the armchair, walking to him to pull him up by his hand. “ C'mon We’re going out.” Sherlock reluctantly follows the girl out the flat, the two head up to Northumberland street to  Tierra Brindisa because Y/n was hell bent on Angelo’s best pasta.Upon getting there, the two walk to a table by the window, getting a clear view of the street and the people passing by. Y/n sighs sitting down as Sherlock does the same, resting his chin on his hand, staring out the window. Y/n starts eating when the food came, and to her surprise Sherlock did too. “You’ve gotta take care of yourself Sherlock, you’re gonna get sick.”                                                                   “Not like I haven’t done this before you know, I’m fine.” Sherlock counters, and Y/n fixes him with a look that makes him continue eating his food silently. The two had a light conversation, as light as it could get with Sherlock Holmes, Y/n is quite used to the man’s sarcastic nature by now, so it doesn’t bother her when he blatantly point out that she looked half dead with her lack of sleep. Between the times she works and bouncing around at any ungodly hour with Sherlock and John, she was way past insomniac. She stares at Sherlock, watching the way he rolls his blue green eyes at something she said the morning earlier. Reminding her of the time they got drunk and tried to solve a case. It was utterly embarrassing, and by far the most ridiculous thing she’s ever done with the boys. She was stone drunk, so was Sherlock and John, and she never got over the fact that John had spiked the drinks, and that they were drinking from measuring cylinders and no one said a word. Only to end up in custody, and a very long lecture from her uncle Lestrade, on the safety of drinking, blah blah blah. Y/n laughs, covering her mouth with her hand, Sherlock looking at her confused as he sip from his water. “What?” he asks, smirking slightly. “Oh, nothing. Just that you were practically kissing the floor rug.” The detective catches on, his smirk fading into a half glare. “That experience was utterly embarrassing, I made a fool out of myself.”              “You? I started crying because found one side of that lady’s shoe at the club.” Sherlock and Y/n share a laugh at the memory of her crying over the lost shoe of a woman she didn’t even know. Sherlock suddenly becomes serious, studying her, her smile, the way she’d laugh and sometimes snort somewhere in between. The way her eyes would always light up when he speaks to her, there was never a dull moment with her. She was always there, always caring, putting up with his shit. No matter what it is, though it did take her awhile to get over that time he faked his death. She welcomed him back with opened arms, it took a while, but eventually everything went back to normal. He being his arrogant and obnoxious self and she sassing him every time she’d get. And Sherlock had to admit, he cares for this girl–too much– he would go far enough and say he… loved her. Y/n sat and waited for him to stop thinking, smiling at him. He blinks a few times, “Why do I care for you so much?” he asks, tilting his head, looking much like a confused puppy. “Because that’s what friends do Sherlock, they care for each other. You are human you know, you have feelings.” she says, smiling still, taking his hand that was resting on the table, giving a gentle squeeze. While Sherlock tried to figure out a way to tell her, to even begin to tell her. Everything they’ve been through, everything they’ve done, all the time she’s been there. Yes, He loved her, very much too. Sherlock has the ability to care,to love. “Y/n… I-” he stops himself, furrowing his dark eyebrow as the words in his head just seem to jumble up. “Don’t worry Sherlock. I know. I love you too.”

Originally posted by highfunctioningosociopath-221b

What Do You Know About Babies? (Sherlock x Reader)

A/N: My first ever Sherlock fic!! I’ve loved Sherlock for a very long time and just recently finished Season 4!! I love the idea of Sherlock taking care of Rosie for John! A quick warning though, SPOILERS!!! This does kinda take place between the events of The Lying Detective and The Final Problem! I wanted Rosie to still kinda be a baby instead of a toddler like she is at the end of The Final Problem. I hope you enjoy it!! xx

Warnings: SPOILERS, flustered Sherlock!, protective Dad!John

Notes: Words in italics are flashbacks.

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

You hadn’t known Sherlock Holmes for very long. You met him when he came to interrogate you about the murder of one of your colleagues. ‘A Deadly Lesson’ Dr. Watson had called it. A rather funny name for the case of the dead professor. You were a professor as well, a professor of English Literature. 

You remember meeting Sherlock Holmes all right. You caught his attention fast. He’d met people like himself before. Typically they were criminal masterminds or a sibling, but never someone who “teaches books” as he put it.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” the gray-haired detective inspector said warmly, sticking out a calloused hand. You shook it and smiled kindly at him. “I’m Detective Inspector Lestrade, and this is Sherlock Holmes, the other detective I mentioned on the phone.”

“Yes, I’m Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to meet you Miss…” the tall, curly-haired companion of Lestrade’s said, also sticking out a hand.

“Dr. (Y/L/N), but (Y/N) is just fine, Mr. Holmes,” you responded, shaking his hand in turn. He looked taken aback by the title of doctor but whipped out his cellphone and began to text. “Coffee, Detective Inspector?” You reached for the pot of coffee behind you.

“Oh, no, I already…” he began to say before you cut him off.

“I know you already had some. You had some black coffee at the office hoping to wash away the bitter taste of last night’s one night stand with something even more bitter. Clearly, it didn’t work. So how about some good coffee to replace the bitterness?” Lestrade stood stunned and out of the corner of your eye you could see Sherlock smirk, never taking his eyes off of his phone. 

That was the first and last time you met Sherlock Holmes. He was very kind, rather attractive, and undoubtedly clever. He solved the murder that day. You were impressed. You had read the blog but to see it happen in person was very impressive. He reminded you of a detective novel you had read when you were younger. Who was it by? Sir Aaron… Andrew Conan… Oh, it doesn’t matter. 

You met Sherlock Holmes two weeks ago. You never expected to get a text from him of all things. Perhaps a call to your office but how he got your cell number was beyond even someone as clever as you. 

It was about 7:30 PM on Friday night. You were settling down into your comfy chair with a cup of tea and Hemingway. Your phone lit up on the end table. That was odd. You had just moved to London at the beginning of this school year and hadn’t made any friends close enough to text you on a Friday night. 

You placed a slip of paper in your book and picked up your phone. 

Help me. SH

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Safety in a Dark Trenchcoat (Sherlock Holmes)

Pairing: Sherlock/Reader
Words: 1280+
Warning(s): Abuse, abuse mention, depression
A/N: sorry this took 5 ever. i hope you enjoy! Also sorry my writing sucks here orx
Request: sorry if this seems dark you dont have to write it! can you do a sherlock x reader where she is abused by her boyfriend? her, sherlock and john were best friends before he started keeping her away/locked in her flat except for work or shopping until she finally calls sherlock, wanting him to help but her boyfriend catches her. end it with some fluff pls!

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(via iamacolor)

♥ ♥ Oh gosh, I gasped and squeed (yes) when your tags about me popped up in the activity feed, thank you so much for what you’ve said! :) ♥ *flabbergasted*

Same here, can’t wait for the new film! My stance on Branagh’s Poirot is, well, his look may not strictly adhere to canon but then again, I’m in love with a curly-haired, modern version of Sherlock Holmes, it would be more than a little hypocritical of me to turn around and hate on a blond Poirot with a huge moustache.

If Benedict can be a brilliant Holmes without the slicked back hair, dark brows, thin lips and thin hawk-like nose, why must Branagh be round, with an egg-shaped head, and black hair and moustache? I understand Suchet set a high standard (and there’s only one Suchet) but so did Brett for Holmes, and we’ve had other successful Holmes adaptations since the Granada tv series.

Branagh’s not even the first blond Poirot and he’s already explained the reasoning behind the moustache, and the particular tactic his Poirot is using is definitely canon. Both Branagh and his Poirot know they’re gonna get mocked and ridiculed for their looks, and that’s exactly what happened when the first promos were released for the film. ;)

And I can’t judge or dismiss a portrayal I haven’t seen yet. To put it shortly, my first instinct is to always support Poirot because I love him and want more of him in my life, I want to know everything there is to know about the man. If Branagh brings out but one new facet about the character I haven’t thought of or seen explored before, it’ll be a win for me. :) One tantalizing tidbit can give birth to a hundred new headcanons! I have a feeling I’ll see Poirot in a whole new light after the movie.

Sidenote: Now that we know how Ken’s Poirot looks like, does it mean his younger Poirot looked like THIS:

Originally posted by schrodinger-is-in-the-box

Because OH MY GOD. Hello there, dishy policeman Poirot working for the Brussels Police! I’ve been meaning to do on an edit with this theme for ages (Poirot in uniform ♥, making a name for himself in the detective force at a young age, just like in the books) and the above gif (which is lovely) just opened my mind to new possibilities and headcanons for Ken’s version.

At least i planned on being productive (superwholock)

I made this up and I’m really proud of it! This is part one (I’m not sure how many parts there will be) and I’m really excited to keep writing!

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, weeping angels (I know those things freak my out when watching the show so I thought id warn anyone who doesn’t like them).

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Sherlock, John, The Doctor, Clara.

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I wake up in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock going off. Groaning I roll over and slam my fist onto the button. The alarm goes silent and I let out a breath.

Why on earth would I put an alarm on? Well I planned on being efficient today.


I woke up again to the sound of my alarm clock going off again. Slamming my fist onto the button once again only to check the time.

Its eight o’clock. I slept for an extra hour.

I should be productive.


I push myself out of bed and go into the library where Sam is sitting running a hand through his hair.

“Good morning.” I mumble collapsing into the chair Dean normally sits at.

“Good morning.” Sam says sleepily. “You’re up early.”

“I planned on being efficient.”

“Doing what?” Sam asks.

“I have no idea.” I mumble as I run a hand through my hair. “I didn’t really think it through.”

Sam laughs quietly and I hear the familiar sound of Deans footsteps as he enters the kitchen and I hear pots and pans being moved around.

“I want breakfast.” I announce standing up. “Want anything?”

Sam nods. “Eggs.”

I groan “Ugh I thought you were gonna say no.”

He laughs and I smile “Bacon?”

“Sure.” He says and I go towards the kitchen.

“Morning.” I say as I walk into the kitchen. “What are you making?”

“Bacon and Eggs.” Dean says “Want some?”

“Sure.” I say “Oh and Sammy wants some too.”

Dean groans “I thought you were gonna say no.” He jokes and I laugh.

“You two are like twins.” Sam says entering the kitchen with a paper in his hands. “She just said the exact same thing.”

Dean holds up a hand and I high five him before getting out plates and glasses.

“Anything happening today?” Dean asks.

“Maybe.” Sam mumbles. “WE might have a case.”

“Great.” Dean groans.

“Hey were saving people!” I push his shoulder “Cheer up!”

“Id cheer up if it didn’t mean having to run around and get punched.” Dean grumbles.

“That’s the thing its weird.” Sam says “I don’t think its our usual thing.”

“Since when is our thing usual?”

“Here you go.” Dean hands me two plates of breakfast and I take one to Sam before going back to get our drinks and Dean sits down.

Pouring the drinks we listen to Sam. “It seems like people are being killed by something the cops are unable to identify. There are not finger prints and no traces of the killers.”

“That’s horrible but how do we know its our type of thing?” Dean asks.

“One of the policemen say that the tapes don’t appear to be tempered with computer wise but there are a bunch of glitches making parts of the tape, between the person being fine and then the person being dead, gone.”

“Sounds ghosty.” I say “Plus that would explain why there are no finger prints.”

“Lets check it out.” Dean says.

“After breakfast.” Sam says.

“Definitely.” I say and Dean smiles before digging in.

I walk around in my room grabbing my things before throwing on my fake FBI suit and packing away some clothing.

“Y/N hurry up!” Dean shouts.

“Hold up don’t get your pants in a twist!” I holler back and grab the last of my things.

“Took you long enough.” Dean says.

I mimic him silently and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Lets just go.” Sam’s says “Please no arguing.”

“No promises.” I smile cheekily and Dean rolls his eyes as Sam holds back a smile.

I get in the back of the impala and Dean turns on the music and AC/DC’s Back in Black bursts through the speakers.

The garage doors of the bunker opens and we begin to drive. I smile as Dean turns up the music and starts to sing along.

We drive for a few hours because the case is only a few hours over. Sam eventually joins in and for a little while were all singing along to the music.

Once we get to the crime scene we walk over to the yellow tape and step under it holding out our badges.

Dean goes to talk to the police on the scene and Sam and I walk over to the actual scene.

There’s an outline of the body and I don’t go to close. Though I’ve been hunting with my brothers for as long as I can remember it still saddens me when this happens.

“You see anything?” Sam asks as we crouch down to look around.

I go slightly closer to the outline when something catches my eye. “Yeah…it looks like…dust?”

“Dust like I need to clean?”

“No.” I say confusedly. “Dust like from a statue? I don’t know.”

I look around as Sam examines it and I look over behind us to see a fountain with a bunch of statues on it. Four to be exact. There’s one of a two small cupids and a couple facing each other.

I brush the dust that I had on my hands and hold it up to the statues. The color is slightly different but not my much. Then I look at the others and realize there are different shades of stone on all of them.

Brushing the stuff off my hands I look around and look up to see the camera that was faced directly at the scene.

Walking over to my brothers I let out a breath and they stand up.

“Looks like we need to pay the security room a visit and get a look at the footage.”

“Sounds about right.” Dean says “Lets go.”

The office isn’t that big and Sam is tapping away on the video.

“Nothing tampered that I can see. Like something near the actual camera messed with it. Think it’s a ghost?”

“Maybe.” Dean says “I mean what else do you think it could be?”

“I don’t think it’s a ghost.” I say “I mean where would a ghost get dust?”

“Well sometimes they leave traces of what happened to them at the crime scene they commit. Hurting people the same way.” Dean explains.

“I know its just I don’t think it is.” I say.

“What do you think it is then?” Dean asks.

“Sam can I take a look at the footage?” I ask motioning to the chair.

“Sure.” he says and I go through the footage.

“Something is bothering me.” I say “I just cant tell what.”

I play the video over and over. One second everything is normal and the next the screen glitches for barely a second and the person is lying there.

“What the heck?” I ask “why do I have such a bad feeling in my gut?”

“Because your watching a weird ass crime over and over?” Dean suggests “Where we just see the guy ending up dead on the ground after a millisecond of messed up footage?”

“Yeah but I mean something’s wrong.” I say “And don’t make a smart ass remark Dean Winchester.”

I turn to glare at him and he holds up his hands in defense before making a zipping motion with his mouth.

I glance at Sam and he nods at me to keep going.

I turn back to the screen when something catches my eye.

“Sam can you zoom in on the screen?” I ask giving him back the chair.

“Sure.” He says “Where?”

“The right side. The fountain.”

“Okay.” He says then confusedly “Why the fountain?”
“Shh.” I push him out of the chair lightly and he stands up so I can look at the screen better.

“Holy shit.” I say “There are five statues.”

“So?” Dean asks “What’s the big deal?”

“When we were outside and I went to look at them there were only four.” I say leaning back. “There’s a statue missing.”

“So what they stole a statue too?” Dean asks.

“No I don’t think so. I mean there was dust at the scene. It looked like dust from the sculptures.” I say. “See in this picture it’s the man the woman the two cupids and a angel that appears to be crying. But outside the angel isn’t there.”

“Do you think it’s a shape shifter?” Sam asks.

“A shape shifter turning into a statue?” I ask. “I don’t think so.”

“That’s because its not a statue.” A voice sounds from behind us and I jump and turn around. Dean lifts his gun as well as Sam only two see two men standing there. That didn’t mean anything though.

“Woh woh.” The shorter one puts his hands up. “No need for guns. Were just here to see the footage.”

“Who are you?” I ask hesitantly.

“The names Sherlock Holmes.” The taller one with dark curly hair says. “And this is John Watson.”

“Sherlock Holmes.” I say “The famous detective from London?”

“You know him?” Dean asks.

“Sort of.” I say “He’s this amazing detective. Solved so much stuff.”

“Yes well that’s what I do.” Sherlock steps forward and the boys put there guns down as Sherlock takes a seat.

“I apologize for his behavior.” John says “Its nice to meet you.”

Before I can say anything as I shake his hand Sherlock spins in his chair to look at us skeptically.

“Who are you?” Sherlock asks folding his hands together.

“Agents Stone, Floyd, and Gregory.” Dean says and we hold up our badges.

Four seconds later Sherlock narrows his eyes “Fake.”

“Excuse you?” Dean asks shocked.

“Those are fake. The numbers have shifted ten digits and two letters have been mixed with the end of the year.” Sherlock says and I raise my eyebrows putting my ID away as well as Sam and Dean.

Sherlock turns back to the computers and begins tapping away.

“So if you aren’t FBI who are you?” John asks curiously. He eyes Sherlock then us and seems to relax appearing as though he does not consider us a threat, at least as long as Sherlock doesn’t appear to see us as one, anyways.

“The names Y/N.” I say

“Y/N.” Sam says sternly.

“Look I’ve gone through that tape multiple times and trust me its not tampered with.” I say.

“I could tell the first time I watched it.” Sherlock says “I just have to check something.”

“Show off.” Dean mutters and Sherlock ignores him.

“Like I said who are you?” John asks.

I glance at Sam and Dean who look hesitantly at each other.

“The names Y/N Winchester. These are my brothers Sam and Dean.” I hold out my hand and John shakes it.

“So what are you guys really doing here?” John asks.

“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.” Sam says.

“Ill give it a go.” John says “Trust me its probably not the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Were hunters.” I say “As in we hunt the Supernatural. Wendigos, werewolves, vampires, ghosts. You name it we’ve hunted it.”

“That’s insane.” John says “You’re lying.”
“Were not.” Dean says.

“Well.” John says “I don’t know if I believe you but its definitely not the craziest thing I’ve heard.”

“So what is?” I ask but Sherlock standing up immediately and the chair rolling back slightly surprised us all and I jump.

“NO!” Sherlock shouts then slams his fist on the table.

“What is it Sherlock?” John asks as he walks towards the computers.

“It’s the statues.” Sherlock says.

“Told you.” I say sticking my tongue out to Sam and Dean.

“You knew?” Sherlock turns to me curiously.

“Not really.” I say “But I saw the dust at the scene and one of the statues is missing when your outside. The one of the angel crying.”

“Not quite.” Sherlock says “It’s a weeping angel.”

“what’s a weeping angel?” Sam asks hesitantly.

“Well considering you hunt monsters you will probably not find this shocking.” Sherlock says.

“You believe us?” I ask.

“Not quite.” Sherlock eyes me “But like John says its not the craziest I’ve ever heard.”
“So what is it?” I ask.

“An alien.” Sherlock says “A very very dangerous alien.”

“An alien?” Dean scoffs. “Nuhuh. Monsters I know because I deal with them daily but aliens?”

“I know it sounds crazy Dean but is it really that hard to believe?” Sam asks.

“How do we know your not pulling our legs and making fun of us for saying we hunt monsters?” I ask.

“This is murder. Its not something I joke about.”

I nod “Alright.”

“Alright.” Dean asks me surprised. “You really believe him?”

“Its not that hard to.” I say “We hunt monsters Dean. This appears no different.”

“Except they’re from space!” HE shouts “This is unbelievable.”

“I can prove it.” Sherlock says as we all walk out of the building and to the crime scene.

“How?” I ask and Sherlock looks around before the air seems almost deformed a few feet from us. A warping like sound is heard and it begins to color a darkish blue and in the form of a large box.

It fades in and out until it solidifies.

“Hello!” The door of the police box opens to show a man with a bow tie and a trench coat says happily stepping out. “Sherlock! John!” The man turns to us as a girl steps out of the box. Her hair is a dark brown and she smiles as she greets the two guys before turning to face us. “And who are you?”

“Y/N, Dean, and Sam Winchester.” John answers as we stare at the box and I snap out of it first.

“What’s your name?” I ask trying to be polite and calm though I am freaking out on the inside.

“I’m The Doctor.” The Doctor shakes my hand and proceeds to do so with Sam and Dean.

“The Doctor is his name.” Sherlock says before I can ask. I open my mouth again but he answers already. “and because it’s a predictable question.”

I shut my mouth before glaring at Sherlock. “Are you sure you’re not psychic?”

“Everyone says that.” The girl says “Even Sherlock did. I’m Clara by the way.”

“Nice to meet you too.” I say. “If you don’t mind me asking, what, you know. The box thing?”

“The TARDIS not the box thing.” The Doctor turns to face thing.

“TARDIS?” Sam asks confusedly.

“Time And Relative Dimension In Space.” Clara states proudly. “It’s The Doctors time and Space traveling machine.”

“So you’re an alien?” Dean asks Clara.

“Nope!” She says. “Well not me anyways. The Doctor is though.”

“I’m a time lord.” The Doctor says.

“These men claim to be hunters.” Sherlock turns to the Doctor “have you heard of them?”

“I may have.” The Doctor ponders. “I believe I have but I never quite was sure whether you were just a rumour or not.”

“We can prove it.” Dean says finally.

“How?” Sam whispers.

Dean smirks and I realize.

“Castiel!” WE both call and Dean shoots me a grin.

“I was called.” Castiel’s voice rings out from behind us and everyone turns to see him.

“This is Castiel.” Dean says “Angel of the Lord.”

“I like your coat.” The Doctor says.

“Your coat is very appealing as well.” Castiel says monotonly.

“He’s actually a big fluff ball.” I say to Clara as she raises her eyebrows.

“An Angel?” She asks “Like from Heaven?”

“Not like.” I say “Castiel is from Heaven.”

“Where are your wings?” She asks.

“Humans can not handle my true form so I am in a form you can comprehend.”

“Cool.” Clara says. “Well I’m Clara and that’s The Doctor and Sherlock and John.”

“Nice to meet you.” Castiel says.

“Speaking of Angels.” I say then turn to Sherlock “What about weeping Angels?”

The Doctor tenses and turns to Sherlock. “Weeping Angels?”

“Yes.” Sherlock says “When they called me down to look at the crime scene I was going to decline until I saw pictures. I had to come see for myself.”

“It’s a good thing you called me.” The Doctor says.

“Again.” Dean says “Weeping Angels?”

“A very dangerous alien race.” The Doctor says.
“So we’ve heard.” Dean mutters.

“That still doesn’t explain what it is.” Dean says.

“They disguise themselves as statues and whenever no one is looking they may move. That’s how they hide.”

“So they can also mess with footage I’m guessing?” Sam asks.

“Yes.” The Doctor says “If you so much as blink they can move.”

“They can mess with lighting, footage, anything that can help you see them.” Clara says “They’re dangerous.

“Well how do you kill one?” Dean asks.

“You cant.” The Doctor says.

“Of coarse you can.” Dean says “Anything with a pulse can be killed.”

“I don’t think it has a pulse.” Clara says. “We don’t really get close enough to find out.”

“Nor do we want to.” The Doctor says.

“Alright.” Sam says “Well it looks like we have to come up with a plan.”

“First we need to determine why they are doing this.” Sherlock says.

“Normally they are passed as murders here on earth. They aren’t normally noticed and blame it on something they understand.”

We nod. “We get that.” Sam says.

“But when they start showing up like this, which is rare, its like they’re planning something.”

“Have they before?” I ask hesitantly.

“They move to survive and spread. They will just keeping doing this until we can stop them.”

“Well it seems to only be happening in this town so far.” Sam says “So we know they haven’t spread much yet. Its busy during the day so they cant really move.”

“But at night…well…” I trail off “It gets really quiet.”

“Looks like we’ve got some work to do.” Sherlock says and we nod.

I turn to Castiel “you in?”

“Of coarse.” Castiel says.

“Alright.” I say clapping my hands together “Lets kick some statue ass.”



Sooooooooo I really hope you liked it!

Obviously there is going to be more! As mentioned before plus how could I just stop it there!

I’m really proud of this (and it totals to about nine and a half pages so woohoo!!) and I cant wait to write more.

Also thank you for almost 50 followers! I’m super happy and excited!

I also just wanted to mention that part of the reason I’m writing this (Besides knowing these guys have got to have stories together hence why I created this blog!!) is because I don’t think there are enough SUPERWHOLOCK stories!! So if yall write superwholock let me know!


write to you next time


The Hospital ~Sherlock Holmes Imagine~

Hello humans! So I just bought the new Sherlock special and it is so, so, so good that I decided to write a Sherlock imagine! I hope you like it! :)

*Not My Gif*

The stiffness of the uncomfortable hospital bed woke me up from my long sleep. My eye lids still felt heavy as I stared at the bright
white wall in front of me, trying to remember what had happened to get me in here. I felt an i.v in my left arm and oxygen tubes under
my nose. I lifted my head and carefully looked to either side of me to find no one as to be expected. I sighed and laid my head back
against the hard pillow. My mind traced my steps from the previous day, but it couldn’t remember anything before taking a left onto Baker
Street. The wooden door opened, interrupting my thoughts, as a beautiful nurse with a warm smile walked in holding a clipboard.
“Oh Mrs. Y/L/N! You’re awake!” She cheered.
I smiled lightly and nodded.
“What happened?” I mumbled, trying to speak as loud as possible.
“You don’t remember? Why! Sherlock Holmes saved your life!” She exclaimed.
Little pieces started flooding back to my memory, but who was Sherlock Holmes? Wasn’t he a detective or something?
“Who?” I questioned.
She laughed lightly and wrote something down on the clipboard.
“He’s your boyfriend silly. The doctor said you might have slight amnesia, it’ll ware off with time.” She spoke kindly.
My eyes widened, but my grogginess remained. Boyfriend?!
I remembered everything before walking to down Baker Street and I definitely didn’t have a boyfriend. I shook my head and looked at her
with confusion written all over my face.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I replied.
The wooden door opened once again and a tall man with dark curly hair and a sharp jawline walked in slowly.
“Y/N..you’re awake!” He exclaimed.
The man wore a long charcoal colored coat with the collar slightly up. He had a dark blue scarf tied around his neck that he was starting
to remove. He wore a smile that looked forced, and his posture made him look uncomfortable.
The nurse turned towards him and blushed instantly.
“Mr.Holmes, she has a touch of amnesia, so she doesn’t quite remember you.” She said.
He nodded and smiled lightly at her.
“Thank you Susie. Could I have a word with her in private, please?” He asked.
“Of course, Mr.Holmes.” She giggled lightly and walked out.
He seemed completely oblivious to her flirting. His smiled dropped to a small grin as he took off his coat.
“I don’t know you.” I muttered.
“Yes you do..well sort of. We met when I saved your life.” He smirked.
“What happened?” I mumbled.
He stared at me intently for a moment, then grabbed a chair and dragged it to the side of my bed and sat down.
“You were walking down Baker Street and I was trying to solve a case. Long story short, one of my…enemies..tried to kill me. He had
an empty taxi parked in front of my flat, that had a device planted in it and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time. I had noticed something was wrong with the taxi from my flat window, so I rushed downstairs. You were next to the taxi when the
explosion happened, but I grabbed you before it could hurt you too bad.” He explained.
As he spoke, I started remembering. It wasn’t much, but I remembered walking next to a taxi and hearing some yelling “Watch out!”.
“The impact knocked you unconscious…You’ve been in here ever since.” He continued.
“How long have I been in here?” I questioned.
“About 3 days.” He answered.
I nodded slowly.
“And why did they call you my boyfriend?” I asked.
“The visiting rules said it was friends and family only. I may have lied a bit.” He answered with a smirk.
“Have you visited me before today?” I questioned as my eyelids started to feel heavy again.
He nodded and smiled softly.
“Thank you.” I mumbled.
“Get some rest.” He whispered.
I mumbled something that even I couldn’t understand before drifting off to sleep.

Sherlock came to visit me everyday until I got better. He would sit by my bed and tell me stories of all the cases he had solved. As I
got to know him better, I started to really like him. On my last day there, he sat by my bed as we waited for the nurse to come back
with the discharge papers. He stared at me with a soft expression on his face. I smiled and put my weak hand on top of his.
“Thanks for keeping me company.” I smiled at him.
He didn’t respond, he only stared into my eyes. I stared back as I studied his features. From his jaw line to his perfectly curved lips
to his beautiful blue-green eyes, I felt myself start slowly falling for him.
In the short time I had known him, I had learned so much. I learned that he could deduce people and situations. I learned that he had
solved many crimes and had helped many people. His lips parted as a small smile appeared on his face.
“You know, every time I visit you you have me tell you stories of some of the cases I’ve solved, but you haven’t spoken much about
yourself.” He observed.
I smiled and looked down at his hand.
“Well, I have a pretty boring life.” I answered honestly.
He stared at me for a minute, then his face lit up.
“How about you move in with me?” He suggested.
“What?” I asked, as I laughed a bit.
“I’m in need of a flat mate and you don’t annoy me.” He said with a small laugh.
I took the thought into consideration. I really had no reason to say no.
“You could help me with some of my cases as well. You’ll never be bored.” He stated.
I looked into his eyes and smiled.
“I don’t see why not.” I replied.
He smiled and squeezed my hand. The nurse walked in and handed me the clipboard. Sherlock and I signed a couple papers, before the nurse
smiled and said “You’re free to go.”
“Do you want to see your new flat?” Sherlock suggested.
“I’d love to.” I beamed.
He smiled and helped me out of the hospital and into the cab to see my new home.

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Sherlock X Reader (1/16)

So this is my first fic ever! I thought The Sign of Three ended a bit sad so i wanted to kind of re write it and make it a bit happier




You looked at yourself in your lilac dress. 

Not bad you thought

You recently made very close friends with Mary Morstan, well, soon to be Mary Watson. You two had become close friends through work. Mary worked reception while you just organized paperwork in the back. You knew John too. He seemed like a nice bloke, a bit quiet but he was rather kind. You had had a couple of exchanges, a ‘good morning’ here, and 'how ya’ doing there’. Nothing too extreme. From what you could tell, Mary was really happy with John. She seemed to light up and glow whenever she talked about him or was around him. It was cute but with your now single life, it made you a bit jealous. When Mary asked you to be one of her bridesmaids you were ecstatic. You loved weddings.

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my favourite show? ah yes it’s british. so very british. the british crime show with the white, curly-haired ambiguously-disordered sleuth who makes astounding leaps of logic that few others can follow. he may not have been trained as a detective but damn he’s a natural. his white capable assistant who’s a bit in love with him and a bit in awe of him and just as fucking awesome. more kick-ass. what a perfect pair those two make. the sexual tension and looks those two have. that long-running british franchise about the detective and his down-to-earth assistant. been around for decades. if only there were more than the tiny amount of series we’re stuck with. it’s jonathan creek. the show is jonathan creek.

Sherlock - Part 2

The Preference Games Rules
The Preference Games Masterlist

Sherlock - Part 1
Sherlock - Part 3

Prompt: Your family was killed and you don’t have anyone else to take you in. One day, you meet Sherlock and John. They try to help you, but you aren’t sure if you can trust them.

Characters: Reader, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to everyone who participated in the first round of the preference games! I hope you enjoy the second round. 

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notidiotproofed submitted:

“Can you take this case, Sherlock? There’s been a spate of suspicious deaths at a private psychiatric hospital.” Sherlock freezes and John looks at him in concern. “No, I can’t,” replies Sherlock. John glances at the name on the file Greg is holding out to the detective. He realises it was the same place Mycroft had told him that Sherlock had been admitted to, when he was a teenager. “Sorry Greg, you’re on your own for this one,” says John firmly as he ushers the DI out of the door. He then spends the rest of day with Sherlock curled up in his lap, stroking his curly hair and reassuring him that John will never let anyone send Sherlock there again.

OMGGG T^T OMG *tiny squeak*~