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Scholarly Murders - Part One

Summary: the reader is the fourth Holmes sibling attending high school, distant from her brothers, when her parents leave for an urgent trip for a week, and dump her with her annoying brother. But what a coincidence, that people at her school start dropping dead like flies, and Sherlock begins to investigate. Who is pulling the marionette strings of the students, and who will be the next victim?

Pairing: Maybe a bit of Johnlock sprinkled around, but nothing I’m focusing on.

Warnings: eventually will get violent, mentions of suicides and self-harm, and descriptions of anxiety attacks.

Word count: 700-ish. (This is a short, light chapter because I wanted to test out how I write the characters. It’ll get longer I promise.

A/N: I’m quite new to fic writing but I do write on a regular basis, and I hope you enjoy this longer story.

Tags: if you want to be tagged, message me or reblog this with the tag #tag me (ah yes so original)

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The sound of pencils scratching on paper fillled the room. “Five minutes left!” The teacher called out, as if somehow that was helpful, and not disruptive at all.

You pressed down your final period, the tension in your wrists releasing as you dropped your pencil, proof skimmed the short essay and handed it in.

“Thank you, Holmes,” the teacher didn’t even look up. “You may see yourself out.” You nodded, imagining all the different ways you could snarkily reply but holding your tongue. You had found that elderly teachers rarely enjoyed teenagers mocking them.

The corridors were quiet, for the bell had yet to  ring. You counted down from fifty-three seconds for the bell to ring. With a sharp sound like that it was a wonder how no student was deaf, you pondered as you opened your locker amongst the sound of rascal students and the obnoxiously loud bell.

As you stepped outside into the daylight you stretched, marveling at the cool breeze hitting your face. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. On days like these, you often felt that you were in a prison, rather than a school. The similarities between the two were striking.

Your eyes opened and you frowned. He wasn’t supposed to be here. You sprinted across the yard.

The man turned from looking at the building to you and gave a smile. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Sherlock.”

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Your spoon clinked against the tea mug as you stirred slowly, eyes boring into your brother’s.

The door swung open as a short, grey-haired man stepped in. “I got the bea-” he stopped short and stared at you quizically. You looked away from your brother and nodded.

“Y/N.” You introduced yourself.

He didn’t reply to you straight away, just looked at Sherlock. “Client?”

“No.” Sherlock leaned back on his chair.

"Sister.” You said in unison.

The man raised his eyebrows, his frown deepening.

"Any other siblings you have I should know about?” He looked at your brother angrily.

"Oh, don’t worry, this one isn’t a psychopath.”

You gave a fake smile, meant to imply that you were there, even if these men were completely ignoring you.

"Okay then.” The man finally turned to you, though he was still notably pissed at your brother. Most people were.

"John Watson.” His grip was soldier-like, very strict, very clean as he shook your hand.

The awkward silence settled again.

"I’m sorry,” John broke the silence, holding up his finger so Sherlock wouldn’t interrupt him. “Why are you here, again?”

"Babysitting.” Sherlock answered before you could.

"Please. I’m not the occasional druggie.” You rolled your eyes and took a final gulp of your tea. “If anything, mother and father want me to babysit you.”

"Ah, yes.” Sherlock mimicked understanding.

"A week though? Why couldn’t I just share with Judie? All my other friends just stay with their friends when their parents are away.” You pointed out, as if it was rocket science. A baby started crying upstairs. You stared at your brother then at John.

"Right then, Rosie needs a change.” John left the room. Conversation had been like puzzle pieces so far, but none that had fit together.

"Anyway,” Sherlock rose. “Lestrade called. I’m needed.”

"Help yourself to anything, and blah blah, don’t touch my skull and I’ll see you in a bit.”

You stuck out your tongue at his back. “John!” Sherlock paused to shout.

"Yeah?” The baby’s crying had stopped.

"Y/N can babysit Rosie,”

John rushed downstairs with an about two year-old in his arms. Great. You hated babies.

"Come on John!” Sherlock whined impatiently.

You took Rosie, albeit bitterly, and watched the two sprint off, hearing your brother shout, “the game is on!” before the door slammed shut.

This was going to be a long week.

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Part Two: https://consultive-fan.tumblr.com/post/159966541485/scholarly-murders-part-two (tumblr wasn’t letting me link it to the word ugh)

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Are You Sure? | Sherlock Imagine

Imagine: Being Sherlock’s youngest sister (after Euros) and meeting him for the very first time.

“You’re….my sister?” Sherlock quizzically asks you. “You can’t be. You don’t look as half as smart as me.”

“Thanks. That was the warm welcome I was expecting from my elder brother I haven’t seen in years.” You frown and cross your arms.

“Are you sure you have the right address?” Watson asks you.

“Yes. I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) Holmes. Always have been, always will be. And you’re my brother.”

“Are you 100% certain. No—110%?” Sherlock asks you.

“Yes I am 200% sure that you’re my brother.” You pull out your birth certificate and show it to the two men. “It clearly states that I am a Holmes, and that I was born to our parents.”

“Well, then…I’m your brother. How surprising, considering your brain works in a completely different way.”

“What? How do you know how my–”

“–Tea?” Watson interrupts you and offers you a cup. You all sit-down and you expect your brother to say something to you.

“…”

“…”

“But are you sure?

“YOU’RE HOLDING MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE IN YOUR HANDS!”

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I kind of live here // John x Sister!Reader

Words // 1881

Warnings // None, it’s all set in ASiP

Summary // You’re the little sister of the Holmes brothers and live with Sherlock, on a certain day an army doctor comes.

A/N // Again, I’m just sorry for not really writing, I haven’t really been feeling well in a long while.

“So, what are you going to do now?’’ You asked, your voice sounded bored but you were also quite interested. Sherlock stared at you for a while before shifting his eyes to look at the wall where Sherlock had shot a whole magazine.

 The landlord hadn’t exactly appreciated that, both of you understood that but it didn’t keep Sherlock from challenging you, he had painted dots on the wall and you were doing a shooting challenge to see which of the two of you could shoot the closest to them. It was slightly unfair; Sherlock had a few more years of experience when it came to shooting guns.

“I don’t know, do you have any bright ideas?’’ He replied, you shrugged and was still bugged by the fact it had come to a draw, you had done it surprisingly good but still, there wasn’t really nay satisfaction in a draw, you win or you lose, you either got satisfaction or you don’t. 

“It’s not exactly my job to know where we can rent property in London, you’re supposed to be the older and responsible one.’’ You replied with a light chuckle. “If you wanted responsibility you should’ve gone to Mycroft.’’ He smiled. You had been living in an apartment ever since you finished Uni but it was quite far away from London and knowing the prices in London for something proper you weren’t too excited to live there on your, it meant your complete rent wouldn’t be covered by Mycroft anymore and couldn’t continuously indulge in your hobbies and interests.

“I know, but I could get what Mycroft has to offer if I went to live on my own, that would be more interesting. This though, I never thought of all the people even you would be able to get kicked out of five different apartments in a year. I’m kind of happy I never bothered to unpack any luggage.’’

 The two of you laughed. Funnily enough it wasn’t even funny, it was true. The two of you had gotten kicked out of five apartments, all for various reasons. Now it was shooting the wall, you had also done that the second time, the first were severed body parts, the third and fourth failed experiments which caused a slight trouble and the fire department came. Still, it was definitely interesting.

“I think I know a place we could stay but I think you won’t like moving to another place so we might need someone to keep me, and you, from doing stupid things.’’ You shrugged but did agree, you were interested in some things he did but others not at all. You had a rather bad habit of violating the terms of living just for the sake of seeing if they found out or not and if they did how angry they would be, almost like a human experiment.

“Where is that place? Kind of unspecific if you hadn’t noticed it.’’ You commented as you got up, with the day still fresh you imagined he wanted to move out today so you just had to pack a few of your things and some clothes. “Central London, Baker Street.’’

-8-

“This is quite nice.’’ You admitted, it was quite a nice place and Mrs. Hudson was an extremely nice landlady whom you had met once very shortly but now it showed the full extent of how nice she was and polite. It was bigger than you expected, there were two bedrooms but rather quickly Sherlock had informed there would be someone else coming, she told about a third, leftover from 221C which was inhabited.

“Yes, I thought so too,’’ Sherlock said as he dropped down everything he had on the couch. “Nice wall.’’ He commented and you glared at him. “We’re not shooting this wall to shreds, Mrs. Hudson is nice.’’ He rolled his eyes and you went on to your room and started to unpack your things, if he was so convinced on getting someone else than the chances were rather big that you would be staying here for quite a while and not just a week.

Once you had finished shifting everything around and filling it up you walked back inside, a microscope was already resting on, Sherlock was peering through it and you noticed the skull resting on the table alongside his laptop and already a massive stack of papers, spread out. You were tempted to punch him, chances were the tables would be filled in less than an hour and whilst he never really cared for human needs, you definitely liked to eat.

“If you’re going to do what you did in our last apartment leave some space for me to eat yeah? Nice corner completely empty. Also, I’m getting groceries and I don’t want another pair of eyes in cup of milk in the fridge or I’m going to call Mycroft, don’t tempt me you know I’ll do it.’’ You threatened and he looked at you for a while and did honestly seem rather terrified, you grinned. “Bye.’’

-8-

Important. Brixton, Lauriston Gardens. -SH

You grinned and looked back at Mycroft who gave you a rather concerned look. To get Mycroft to actually be okay with you living with Sherlock you had to visit him at least once and month and he made you install everything to prevent apartments from burning down or fail saves for any experiment.

“I’m sorry Myc but I’ve really got to go. Can I loan one of your cars or drivers, doesn’t matter which.’’ You asked as you got up, Mycroft sighed, he was always rather disapproving of Sherlock dragging you along on his cases but you had convinced him it was just for fun and the two of you knew that Sherlock would never let any harm come to you if he could prevent it, both of them cared far too much about you to let that happen.

“Of course, Leslie will suffice. He was the one who drove you here, just tell them an address.’’ You nodded, gave him a quick hug, something he says he hates but really loved, and left with that. You easily found the car you arrived in and told Leslie the address, he nodded and with that he took off.

-8-

“What’s so important? There’s a dead body.’’ You said once you arrived and was lead inside and upstairs by an officer. Greg stared at you for a while whilst Sherlock gave you a look, and there was still the mystery man standing beside him. “Unlike you I happen to have friends and like going out on Friday nights from time to time if you didn’t know.’’ You said and Greg chuckled.

“Just take a quick look, I’ve got a few theories. Also, don’t listen to him, he keeps saying two minutes max but at least ten have passed.’’ Sherlock commented and Greg gave him a look. You went over to the body and was surprised people could walk around in that shade without feeling the slightest embarrassed.

 “Well, Rache is German for revenge but there is literally no logic in writing that down, not for suicide or murder because she wrote it.’’ 

“Very bright.’’ He sarcastically commented, you rolled your eyes.

“If you fill in the spot for the last letter its most likely to be Rachel, girl’s name, maybe her daughter? Or someone at least important to either solving this otherwise she wouldn’t have written it down in her last minutes. Am I allowed to touch her?’’ Sherlock nodded and so you kneeled down beside her. “Obviously damp, where has it been raining heavily in the past hours, it’s still extremely damp to almost wet but I think she’d been dead for a few hours so it must’ve been really harsh, too harsh for an umbrella.’’

“Cardiff.’’ He replied. “So she came from Cardiff to stay here, but something on her way to wherever she was staying here stopped her from getting there. What could stop someone? She wasn’t in a car so it couldn’t be a pedestrian asking for help, she must’ve been walking in the rain for a while, buses might not pass this place but I’m not confident in that. Well the only transport that’s left is a cab, she got into a cab and ended up here, obviously not by choice or she would be in a hotel or house right now.’’ You concluded and he nodded, a slightly proud smile as it wasn’t exactly your hobby to be staring at dead bodies, you liked to tag along from time to time but not a lot of times, you weren’t too fond of seeing the dead.

“Well done, I was almost afraid you were getting rusty.’’ He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Can I go now?’’ he nodded and you immediately left.

-8-

“I wonder how you haven’t died.’’ You flatly stated as you were reading, he rolled his eyes in response but instead added another patch to the two already on his arm. You decided it was probably easier to just focus on the book instead of convincing him to not do something. 

A few minutes later you heard footsteps on the staircase and the door was opened by the same man you didn’t recognize at the murder scene. You gave him a curious glance. Did Sherlock really manage to find an army doctor? That was certainly not what you had expected in a roommate. 

“Who are you?’’ The man asked.

“Well, I’m that idiot’s sister, Y/N Holmes.’’ You responded.

“John Watson, what are you doing here?’’ John asked.

“Well I kind of live here, If you haven’t noticed that is kind of my suitcase.’’ You motioned over to a black suitcase resting in the corner of the kitchen. “If you’re wondering, yeah I know you’re an army doctor from either Afghanistan or Iraq. What you should know thought is that he’s an idiot, let’s start with that, I just live here because I haven’t really got much to do and he’s an idiot but still very interesting and he does some fun experiments. I have normal friends, he thinks arch-enemies are a thing and you’re kind of cute.’’  You slightly grinned.

“That’s a lot.’’ He said and you chuckled. “Thanks though.’’

-8-

Living with John was far from bad, he sort of managed to keep a leash on Sherlock and keep him from doing completely insane things but some things like body parents were still found in the fridge basically every day and it seemed by now John had gotten used to it. John wasn’t the brightest one but he was very good as a doctor or in the medical field and he was somewhat interesting.

“Hey.’’ You glanced up from your laptop and you looked at John for a while and immediately knew what he was going to say since he looked quite nervous which wasn’t too like him, it wasn’t like him at all. 

“Yes.’’ You said and it caught him off.

“What?’’ He asked. 

“You were going to ask me out, yes. You’re more interesting than most people and quite cute. So yes, I will go out with you. It was obvious, you know the sweating, nervous, stuff like that.’’ He just laughed.

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Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)

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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”

It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.

“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”

Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.

“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.

Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.

“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”

Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.

"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”

“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”

Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.

“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”

I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.

“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”

“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

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When Sherlock is too pretty

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Can you imagine the self restraint that John has to show when Sherlock walks around being god-damn pretty in his posh suits with the straining buttons on his shirt and the long graceful line of his neck and that ridiculously pouty mouth, I mean phew it’s just illegal.

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Well what if one day Sherlock just looks too fucking good and John’s mouth starts talking before he can censor himself and he says way too fiercely:

“I want to fucking mess you up.”

There’s an awkward silence. John goes red, Sherlock looks alarmed. John is never ever coming back from this. 

“Go for it,” says Sherlock.

And that’s how they ended up having smutty, smutty sex, guys. 

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Office Affair - Request

Requested by anon: could you do a fluffy reader x sherlock and sherlock is really fluffy and needy and dirty in front of john/mycroft?  & anon: hey hey could you do a one shot where Sherlock and reader are getting jiggy ;) and her boss Mycroft walks in and gets really embarrassed

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1.079

Warnings: Touchy/Handsy Sherlock, Mentions of drugs, Public Display of Affection, Embarrassing things.

A/N: What does “getting jiggy” mean? I think I got it right but I ask just for the sake of learning new words. (Yes, this week is the week of using slang Becca doesn’t understand)

Enjoy!

Office work, the worse kind of work. The sound of the other employees typing, and the many colours of the computer screen she was forced to work in, plus the awful smell of chlorine on the floor was enough to make her dizzy.

Yes, she had her own office, and it was supposed to be private, but the walls were ultra-thin, as a way to keep control of employees, so she could hear everything from the outside.

Everything, she could hear everything, even the silence that built in the office when a strange set of footsteps walked down the hallway to her office. She recognised them instantly and tried to brainwash herself to keep a straight face the whole time and act professionally.

As soon as he entered, that idea went down the toilet.

His high cheekbones and cheeky smile contrasted with the long, black coat he was wearing. His blue eyes matched the blue scarf tied around his neck, and a few strands of curly hair fell over his pale face.

“Sherlock.” She sighed lovingly.

“Hello, my darling.” He granted her a big smile and walked around her desk to press a kiss on her lips. “You look so high functional sitting on this chair, dressed like that…” He whispered above her lips, but before he continued another person cleared his throat.

It was John Watson, standing there with the usual “I’m sick of this rubbish” look on his face.

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The Worse Week - Request

Requested by anon: Could you write a sherlock one shot where the main character is having a terrible week. Final straw is when the person buying her house pulls out of the sale day of the move. He finds her and tries to cheer her up

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word Count: 1.644

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I am not happy now, so this may not be as cheerful as expected.

Enjoy!

Friday, finally Friday. The expression “TGIF” was never as relatable as it was that day. Her whole week had been terrible, and all she wanted was for it to finish. Everyday had had something awful to add to the list; and that day, Friday – oh, glorious Friday! – She was finally having what she wanted.

She was selling her house. A house she had been trying to sell for so many months… At least, she was about to seal the deal. It seemed like a light at the end of the tunnel, the final breath of fresh air after being trapped in a sauna… It was a great release, and it made the rest of that awful week seem like it was worth it.

However, it’s the law of life, when something goes wrong it can AND IT WILL go even worse.

Sometimes people don’t understand that, when they give their word on certain thing, they are meant to keep it. Sometimes, people don’t understand that a simple piece of paper can cost even more than it looks like. Sometimes, people don’t appreciate other people’s time, and wastes them shamelessly. Sometimes, people are literal arseholes.

(Y/N) stormed inside her house, groaning loudly and slamming the door as she walked in. The person that was meant to buy her house ended up pulling back on the sale that exact day! (Y/N) was more than pissed off, she was burning her insides in her own anger, and she couldn’t think of anything but punching whoever appeared on her way.

That someone happened to be Sherlock.

This was so good, the writing, the storyline, even the small little details. Truly amazing.

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Living with John and Sherlock would involve...

(Not my gifs)

  • You and John frequently being locked out the flat while Sherlock’s in his mind palace
  • He once locked you both out in the rain for three hours (you ended up climbing in the window)
  • Mrs Hudson adoring you, and enjoying having some female company for once (*cough* testosterone *cough*)
  • Being 221% done with Sherlock’s experiments, but not even questioning them anymore
  • “You’ll have to wait for that cup of tea, there’s a woman’s eyeball in the kettle.” *sigh* “Of course there is, Sherlock.”
  • Staying up watch crappy TV with John
  • “So when are you two going to kiss?” “I’M NOT GAY!” “That’s what they all say.”
  • Making bets with Mrs Hudson on when the boys will get married (she thinks two years, you think two months)
  • Stealing John’s jumpers because they’re so comfy and they’re too small for him now that he’s putting on weight, which he’s still in denial about
  • Sherlock giving you his scarf when you’re going out to the shops in the cold because someone still hasn’t bought the fucking milk
  • You, Mary and Mrs Hudson being best friends, and the boys being slightly scared of the power of you three (they should be)
  • John being really nice and understanding when it’s your time of the month, Sherlock hiding in his room for a week because “she tried to kill me, John!”

A/N: Omg I haven’t posted in ages. I’ll try to write a fic today before ballet

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What if Sherrinford had been actually a brother? Part 2.

You asked for a second part, here it is. I hope you like it, but anyway I just had another alternate part 2 idea, so you can check it out later. Kisses, Kat!

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You were going up stairs when you suddenly stopped. Sherrinford was dancing in the middle of the living room. He had his earphones on and was moving to the rhythm of the music he was listening. 

He turned and looked surprised when he saw you. He looked so different from the last time you saw each other; he looked so confident, so cocky… now he was just a man enjoying the little things.

“Oh hello” he said.

“Hi” you smirked. “What were you doing?”

“I think you saw me. I was dancing salsa”

You laughed.

Salsa? Oh honey, you were trying to dance” you smile brightly, teasing him.

Sherrinford put his earphones off and left his phone on the table. A smirk on his face.

“You know how to?” you nodded “Want to teach me?”

You doubted. You were desperate to feel his touch, but decided not to. Sherlock had warned you about Sherrinford and you knew there had to be a reason, but you just wanted to feel the rush of an adventure. 

You knew Sherrinford underestimated you, he thought he could play with you. You were way smarter than what he believed.

“I don’t think you could handle me on the dance floor” you stated.

“Then let me change you mind” you raised an eyebrow. “Let’s go out tonight” he asked.

“No” 

This wasn’t your voice. You turned to see the person at the door: it was Sherlock. He stepped in, walking directly towards Sherrinford.

“What are you doing up here?” Sherlock’s tone was angry.

“I live here now, silly little brother” Sherrinford teased.

“No, you don’t. Mycroft left you at 221C

“Seriously, Sherlock, do you always obey our big bro?”

“Got back to your flat” Sherlock almost yelled. 

Sherrinford stayed quiet for a while, but didn’t move. He then looked at you, a smirk coming to his lips once more. 

“So… dancing tonight?” 

You have Sherlock a glance. He quickly answered for you.

“She won’t”

“I think I can answer by myself, Sherlock” you said.

Sherlock looked at you hurt. He then turned, walked to the window and stood up there without moving or attempting to stop you anymore.

You felt the guilt inside you. What were you doing? You knew that, in his way, Sherlock was trying to protect you.

“I’ll pass” you answered to Sherrinford. He turned and went down the stairs, back to his flat.

You gave Sherlock another glance, you thought he wouldn’t be in the mood to talk to you in that moment, so you prepared to leave.

“Where are you going?” Sherlock asked, still looking through the window.

“Ehm, home?” you doubted.

“Fine. We’ll walk” he walked passing you and you followed him.

You both started walking in complete silence, until you turned to a less noisy street.

“He’s not just bad, you know? He is cruel” Sherlock finally spoke.

“Then why is he here? Shouldn’t he be in prison?” you immediately responded.

“Legally, he can’t. Mycroft has tried everything. He’s just here to piss both of us” Sherlock snapped.

“What has he done?” you asked in a whisper. 

“He ruins people’s lives” that’s the only thing Sherlock said. He started to walk a bit faster, so you were struggling to keep up with him and his long legs.

“Where was he?” you asked.

“No idea. Mycroft suspects he was in Latin America. There were some nasty incidents there in these past years, all of them matching his crime style”

“Oh” it was everything you said. So the salsa thing was real.

“I’m trying to keep you safe” Sherlock whispered looking away.

You felt your cheeks turning red. You knew he was trying to do that, but to actually hear him saying it to your face sent a shiver throughout  your body.

“Thanks. But I think I can…” he interrupted you.

“You can’t. He’ll destroy you. And if he does, then it’ll be your responsibility whatever I do to make him pay for it”

Sherlock looked directly into your eyes. You stared at each other for some minutes that felt like decades. You were in shock, you brain had frozen and your body couldn’t react. Was this a dream?

“Oh, Sherlock” you finally whispered.

The next thing Sherlock knew was that you were kissing him, softly, intimately. You’ve desired that kiss since you’d met him. Sherlock was a perfect man to your eyes and for him, you were the most beautiful human he had ever met. 

You pulled back to get some air and gave Sherlock a shy smile as you realized what you’ve just done.

“I-I’m sorry” you apologized. 

“Don’t. Don’t ever do”

Sherlock kissed you again, his hands cupped your face and you hands went to his hair. 

“I love you, Y/N” Sherlock whispered.

“Finally!” you teased and Sherlock giggled.

You felt so happy. 

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Sherlock x reader: What if Sherrinford had been actually a brother?

And played by Hiddleston.

Summary: You and Sherlock are friends. One day, you show up to 221B like usual and find a strange man sitting on Sherlock’s chair. Sherrinford shows an interest in you, which annoys Sherlock. And he doesn’t know why that happens. 

You opened the door and climbed up the stairs to go to see your friends Sherlock and John. It had been a long and boring day at work. You suddenly stopped when you saw a strange man sitting on Sherlock’s chair. Was he a client? Clients don’t sit there. And where were Sherlock and John?

The man looked at you from head to toes. He liked what he saw. 

“Are you a client?” you asked innocently.

The man laughed softly.

“No, dear. My little brother can only dream of the cases I couldn’t be able to solve on my own.”

“Brother?” You turned to see Sherlock who had just stepped into the room. “You have a secret brother you never told me about?” 

“Not so secret now” Sherlock whispered. 

“Where are your manners, little brother? Won’t you introduce me?” the man teased.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“Stay away from her, Sherrinford. Mycroft will be here any minute.”

Sherrinford?” you questioned “Someone with that name has to be a Holmes”

Sherrinford laughed softly. His laugh was perfect for your ears.

“Funny and pretty” he told you. 

You felt your cheeks turned red. 

You knew that if Sherlock didn’t like him, you probable wouldn’t like him either. But you did. Maybe it was his perfect face. Or those cheekbones. You never thought someone could have better cheekbones than Sherlock’s. It was a family thing apparently. 

“Tell me something I don’t know” you answered confidently. Sherrinford smirked. He was probably expecting that you felt intimidated by his “compliments”.

Sherlock looked at you wide-eyed. Why weren’t you being rude to him? You were always rude to people Sherlock didn’t like.

Sherrinford had his eyes set on you only. His brother was such an idiot. You were clearly so in love with Sherlock, but he hadn’t made any move. And he loved you back, in his way. Sherrinford could see through everyone. He always knew both of his brothers were stupid, they both have rejected human contact or emotions in order to focus on their brains and knowledge. Sherrinford was even better than them, but he also knew how to use his charms. He could play with people’s feelings and minds in order to get what he wanted. 

And now he wanted you. Only to tease Sherlock.

You’ve always been a very flirty girl, you’ve even flirted with Sherlock thousand of times, or at Sherlock, to better say it. You just loved the way he got uncomfortable, it made him look so adorable.

But now you were flirting with Sherrinford. He was saying things that were only meant to make you answer in a more intimate manner. However, you were tough to conquer. Sherrinford accepted the challenge. He smirked.

Sherlock couldn’t stand it. Why was he feeling like that? Was it because everyone, absolutely everyone that met his brother always felt like that? Like if they were all under his spell? Sherlock expected you not to be one of those. 

Mycroft finally arrived. You knew it was your time to leave as this would probably become pure family drama. You said bye and gave Sherrinford a last glance and a smile. Both Sherlock and Mycroft were in shock. For God’s sake, not her too.

Sherlock stopped you just when you were at the door.

“(Y/N)!” he called. You looked at him. “I’ve never been able to read you, but I have noticed you were quite interested in Sherrinford,

“He seems…nice” you responded.

“He’s not” Sherlock replied inmediately “Just don’t fall for whatever-it-is he does to people. He can seem very… interesting

“He’s not bad” you whispered. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do you like him?” Sherlock sounded disgusted.

“Are you jealous?” you giggled.

“Of course not. Answer me.”

“Why? Has he told you anything?” you sounded curious now. 

“No. What would he tell me?”

“You just tell me if he says anything about me” you smirked at Sherlock, waved goodbye and then left.

Sherlock sighed. What was he going to do now? Was he going to lose you too to his brother’s charms? 

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