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Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 65Sherlock fell quiet once you were asleep, just looking over you for a moment before reaching to erase the tear tracks from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He should have insisted that you stay, it wouldn’t have been the first time he threw a fit to get what he wanted, or at least made you take John with you. At this moment, if he had it to do all over again, he even would have abandoned the case and gone with you himself if it saved you from this. He considered that for a moment- nothing had ever taken precedent over his cases before. It felt odd yet at the same time kind of right. Taking note of this new development, he carefully removed your fingers from his sleeve so he could get up and look around.
When his eyes fell on the little mountain of cards on your beside table, he cocked an eyebrow- he would never understand people’s need to give scraps of papers with cheesy sentiments printed on them when people were ill or injured. It certainly didn’t help with t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 66With your brother gone, you flopped back so you were lying horizontally across the bed, hissing a curse under your breath as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your shoulder, “Putain… that bloody smarts.”
You felt Sherlock’s hand on your hip and reached out to find him again, quickly finding your hand in his as he caught it and then brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You could feel his lips turn up in a smirk when you giggled and then he wove his fingers between yours as you groaned, “How much longer until tomorrow?”
“A while,” he hummed and you sighed, “I’m sorry you have to stay… I know it must be terribly boring for you.”
“I want to stay, (F/n).”
“That’s sweet, Sherly, but it doesn’t make it any less boring.”
“True. Play a game with me?”
You blinked at the ceiling a couple of times and then gave a one-shouldered shrug, “Sure. What did you have
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 70The next day was thankfully uneventful, both the boys needing a day to just process everything and you spending nearly the entire day asleep from the meds. They were both careful not to leave you alone so that when you did wake up you didn’t panic and John decided that for now he was going let Sherlock off the hook for the things you’d told him the night before since he seemed to have handled it well.
When it got late enough to go to bed you were out cold curled up in Sherlock’s chair and John worried that if he moved you he’d hurt you in someway so he made sure Sherlock was going to stay on the couch and then left you where you were for the night. He was a bit relieved when the next morning you were still sleeping in exactly the same position and that you hadn’t woken up and freaked out.
You blinked awake when he was midway through making breakfast, slipping out of the chair to slowly navigate your way into the kitchen, hugging the wall and then the count
This Life - Part 1 (Supernatural x Reader)This life had left you alone; your father was murdered by a vampire when you were only five years old. Your now single mother had been a hunter her entire life, she wanted to get out when she met your father, but now that he was gone she slowly drifted back into the life. Your mother went back to hunting, which often left you alone in hotel rooms or with one of the few friends your mother had spread out across the country. You were only twelve years old when your mother left your life forever, and you still remember it like it was yesterday.
Your mother had left you with a man named Bobby Singer while she was out on a hunt. Your mother had talked about Bobby a lot, and he seemed like a seemingly caring old guy. Your mother was never gone more than a day during her hunts, but this time around she was gone for two. You didn’t worry until Bobby had gotten a call from another hunter and the look on his face changed from casual to paling and horrified. After the call, he slowly ap
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The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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