Jordan and TC are happy to find out that she is pregnant. However, after an accident at an emergency call, things start to go downhill.
Part 1 of a series.
Jordan was overjoyed. Though the child hadn't been planned, a bond had been formed between her and TC as soon as she told him the big news.
They were parents now.
"Are you kidding me?" He had said.
"No, TC.", She said with tears in her eyes. "We're having a baby!"
With that, all his doubts were overcome. He took her in his arms and whirled her in a circle.
"I'm so happy Jordan, I can't believe it!"
But then he immediately fell back into his role as a doctor and asked her worriedly.
"Have you been to the doctor? We have to have all the examinations done immediately! "
Jordan laughed and put her hand on TC’s chest.
“Take it easy, Cowboy, I only took the test half an hour ago. We'll manage everything. "
Since then, the two had spent all of their time preparing for their future role as parents, and now Jordan was three months pregnant.
Although TC himself was very much a risk-taker, he had tried everything to prevent her from going on missions, but she had opposed him.
“No, TC, I can continue to do my job as normal. Nothing will happen to me and nothing will happen to the baby either. "
TC had objected most sharply, but eventually, he had to give in and has accompanied her on all of her missions ever since to ensure her safety.
Meanwhile, Jordan was annoyed by his excessive care but somehow she also thought it was sweet to see a cautious side of TC, who otherwise rushes into battle without thinking.
That way, the two were on a mission together today. A boy was shot by his alcoholic father. Jordan and TC were sent to the scene as emergency doctors. TC had only agreed to the operation because the police did not assume that the perpetrator would come back. But still, his tension was visible.
“Jordan, I really don't think it's good that you're here. Please stay here in the ambulance while I take care of the boy. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. "
Jordan sighed in exasperation.
“TC, I think it's really cute how you care for me, but I have to do my job. I'm not in the last trimester, and after all the examinations, the baby is also doing great! "
The car stopped, and the paramedic got out. Jordan turned away from TC and got out of the car.
Cursing, TC followed her and ran ahead to the boy, who was lying in the front yard of a row house. The father apparently shot him in the open air.
Jordan reached the patient first.
"What's his name?" She asked the desperate mother.
"His name is Peter. Oh god, please help my boy! I don't want him to die! "
Jordan put a reassuring hand on the mother's shoulder.
"We will give our best. Please move a little to the side so that we can take care of Peter. ” TC knelt next to the boy.
“Hello Peter, my name is Dr Callahan, and this is my colleague Dr Alexander. We will take care of you now. "
TC removed the boy's T-shirt with scissors and examined the gunshot wound. Apparently, the shooter hadn't hit anything vital and missed the shoulder bone. The boy would recover quickly.
“The injury looks good, Peter. You will be back on your feet very quickly. "Said TC and winked at the boy.
Peter didn't answer and groaned in pain.
"I'll give him morphine, his vital signs are stable." Jordan said, drawing up a syringe.
TC prepared the stretcher and lifted the boy onto it.
“Come on, let's get out of here as soon as possible. The shooter has still not been caught. Just at that moment, another shot rang out, and Jordan screamed, falling to the ground.
She lay on her side and pressed her hand to her stomach. The shooter hit her.
"T-TC, he hit the baby," she said before passing out.
A wild exchange of fire rang out in the background as the police tried to incapacitate the perpetrator.
"Take care of the boy, he is stable enough and does not have to be transported immediately." TC instructed the paramedic.
"I have to take Jordan to the San Antonio Memorial immediately in the ambulance, she is too badly injured and needs immediate treatment."
TC picked Jordan up and carried her to the ambulance.
As the ambulance drove off, he immediately began tending to her wounds.
Jordan slowly regained consciousness.
“Breath easy, Jordan, stay with me. We can do it! ”Asserted TC doggedly and tamponaded her gunshot wound. She stopped bleeding.
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to lose Jordan, but the state of the baby couldn't be evaluated at the time.
“A little faster, if you please!” TC shouted to the driver.
Desperate, he ruffled his hands through his hair. How many times had he told Jordan not to deliberately endanger herself or the child and now it was happening.
The ambulance came to a screeching halt. TC pushed the door open, jumped out and unloaded the stretcher in no time at all. Drew and Scott were already waiting for him outside.
"Oh my god, is that Jordan? What happened TC? “Asked Scott, who was pale as a ghost.
“She was shot by the missing shooter. Abdominal gunshot wound, the baby is believed to be at risk. We have to get her to the operating room right away.
Together they pushed the stretcher up to the doors of the operating room.
Drew held TC back.
“TC, you can't come with me now. You are far too upset to make rational decisions now. Scott and I will take care of her, we will do our best. The best thing to do is go to the lounge. "
"No Drew, you don't understand ...!"
But Drew and Scott had already disappeared into the operating room and Kenny held him back.
“Believe me, man, it's for the best. Come with me, I'll get you a coffee. "
TC sat trembling on the couch in the lounge, not registering that the hot coffee was burning his hands.
Kenny sat across from him.
"Come on, give me the cup. I'll put it away for you."
TC was gone, thrown back into its worst nightmares from the war. Shots and grenades rang out. He looked for his brother, but he was nowhere to be found. TC slowly opened the door of a hut where he suspected the shooter to be. But when he looked inside, he saw only a child. He couldn't bring himself to shoot, the boy was still too young for the war, couldn't really understand what he was doing.
Suddenly someone pushed open the door at the other end of the hut. His brother stormed in and opened fire but narrowly missed the boy.
The boy returned fire and shot his brother right in the head. Another soldier shot the boy, who immediately fell to the ground.
TC stormed towards his brother.
Why hadn't he reacted immediately at the time? He alone was to blame for his brother's death, of that he was sure. And now he was also responsible for the death of his and Jordan's child. Had he changed her mind, she would never have been shot.
The wave of guilt that rolled over him crushed his heart.
Slowly he looked up at Kenny. He had to go to a bar, to a fight, just somewhere where he didn't have to think about his crushing guilt, which he would never be able to atone for.
The door to the lounge opened and TC woke up from his dreams.
Drew stepped up to him and sat next to him.
He put his arm around his shoulder sympathetically.
“Jordan is fine, she will definitely survive the shot. But she's still sleeping, I'll bring you to her right now. "
TC looked over at him. He knew what it meant that Drew hadn't said anything about the baby.
"What about the baby Drew?"
Drew hesitated, unsure how best to get the news across to TC.
“IS MY BABY ALIVE? ANSWER ME! ”TC yelled at him.
"I ... I'm sorry TC, but we couldn't help him anymore. The shot went straight through Jordan's uterus. He was dead instantly. "
TC ran his hands over his face, close to tears. But he knew he had to be strong now, for Jordan.
“Can I see her now? I have to see her. "
"Of course, I'll take you there immediately," Drew replied and helped TC up, who was slumped when he received the heavy news.
He approached her bed cautiously. It was unusual to see her all at once in a hospital bed, in a surgical gown, instead of a strong doctor devoted to caring for her patients. But even the strongest people had moments of weakness.
TC sat down on the edge of her bed and took her hand in his.
"Jordan, I'm so sorry," he said while tears ran down his face.
"If only I could have convinced you or if I had seen the shooter earlier ... It's all my fault."
He knew she would sleep a few more hours because of the morphine, but he bravely stood guard by her side, determined to be with her when she woke up and found out about her loss.
The reader visits Dr. Watsons's practice because of her chronic headache. However, when the doctor draws her blood, he finds out about her self harm and confronts her about it.
Trigger Warning:
Implied Self-harm, implied suicide
I hadn't seen a doctor in a long time, but having had a headache almost every day for a month, I got myself to see one.
After I no longer had a general practitioner, I opened the phone book and looked for a practice. The first entry immediately appealed to me: Dr John Watson, a general practitioner in Westminster. So I called right away and made an appointment for the next day.
The reason for my doctor phobia was my self-harm, which always raised uncomfortable questions during examinations. But since the appointment was all about my head, I wasn't too worried about this possibility.
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I woke up unusually early on the day of the appointment, probably because of the worries about a possible confrontation with the doctor. Despite the sweltering heat, I put on long sleeves to avoid any inquiries. After breakfast, I got ready and went to the next subway station. As always, people looked at me crookedly because I was so inappropriately dressed. When I sat down on a bench next to the track to wait, a small child pointed to me and said to his mother:
"Mommy, why is the woman dressed in such strange clothes, isn't it too hot for long clothes?" The mother was ashamed and pulled her child away from me, but I smiled at the girl.
The subway finally came, and after 10 minutes I had already reached my destination.
The practice was a short walk from the station. At the reception, I registered with a nice doctor's assistant.
"Hello Ms. y / n, I need your insurance card, please."
"Yes, of course, just a moment."
I gave her the card and then went into the waiting room.
When I had just got myself a newspaper to read, a sympathetic doctor opened the waiting room and called me up.
"Hello Mrs. y / l / n, please come with me. My name is Dr Watson. “, he greeted me with a smile.
The treatment room was designed in light colours and was very inviting, thanks to several colourful paintings on the walls. I took a seat across from Dr Watson and waited while he read through my files.
“I see you come to us with a chronic headache, Ms. y / l / n. How long exactly have you had it?"
“For about a month. I thought it was just a bit of a migraine because I have a bit of stress at work at the moment, but now that they haven't left for so long, I fear that it could be something worse "
"I understand. I would like to check you for muscle tension first if that's okay. "
I nodded, and Dr Watson got up and began carefully examining my shoulders and neck.
“It all looks good, and there doesn't seem to be any nerve damage. I think your headache is a stress reaction, as you suspected, but I would still like to draw your blood to make sure there is no organic cause. "
I froze and felt hot and cold at the same time.
“Are you sure that is necessary? I thought you were pretty sure that it was just the stress. "
Dr Watson looked at me sympathetically.
“It would only be for their own good. And don't worry about the needle, you won't feel any of it, I promise you. "
Without any other choice, I nodded and first rolled up my right sleeve to avoid further conversations as much as possible.
"Ah, a leftie, I see," he said, winking at me.
I nodded in agony and smiled. I knew that the veins in general, and especially on my right arm, were bad and often didn't give any blood.
Dr Watson gave me another encouraging smile and began disinfecting my arm.
Then he started inserting the needle, but no blood came out.
“I see you have rolling veins. I think we'll have to try again on your other arm", he said.
Fearfully, I rolled up my left sleeve while he looked for more materials with his back to me.
Tortured, I looked away from my arm and let him have it. When he turned back to me and sat down to draw my blood, he breathed in sharply and looked questioningly into my eyes. When I didn't reply, he said nothing and began to draw blood from my only good vein.
After he was done, he said to me:
"Good Ms. y / l / n, please have a seat, I'll take this over to the laboratory quickly, and then I'll be right back with you."
I sat shaking and tried to calm my breathing. I knew what was in store for me. Countless doctors had referred me to various places, but nothing had worked. I was hopeless.
Dr Watson came back, eyed me worriedly, and sat across from me.
“Ms. y / l / n, you know as well as I do that I can't ignore the scars on your arm. I would disregard my duty of care. Am I right to believe that you inflicted these injuries on yourself? "
"You are right, Dr Watson. I understand you are concerned, but so many doctors before you have tried to help me, and nothing has worked. Please only treat my headache and let me sort out my problems myself. "
"I understand. But just because you've been disappointed in the past doesn't mean nobody can help you. Please let me try. Is this behaviour also related to the stress you mentioned? "
“No, I've had that for a long time. I really appreciate your efforts Dr Watson, but I can't be helped anymore. "
This statement seemed to alarm the doctor because he immediately sat up and leaned forward to me.
“Ms. y / l / n, it is really important that you are honest with me now. Are you thinking about or are you going to kill yourself? "
He looked at me worriedly and seemed extremely agitated. I had hit a sore nerve with my testimony, and it hadn't hit far from the truth.
"No, no, Dr Watson. Really, you shouldn't worry about me. I have to go anyway, I still have work to do. "
I was about to get up when Dr Watson jumped up and pushed me back into my chair by my shoulder.
"No, stay here!" He exclaimed desperately.
“I can't just let you go like this. Who knows what you… ”He cleared his throat.
“You know, a few months ago I lost my best friend. He also killed himself. I don't want the same thing to happen to you. You must have someone to look after you. Don't do this to them. Please do not."
"I'm sorry, Dr Watson, I didn't know that. But I'm sticking to it. I have been to so many treatments, and they have never done any good. I just simply can not carry on anymore."
“Okay y / f / n, listen to me. I can call you y / f / n, right? I'm John, by the way. ” He smiled desperately at me.
“I understand you don't want to be forcibly brought in again, but I can't let you go home in this condition. I will now call an ambulance that will take you to the nearest psychiatric hospital. "
I wriggled out of his grasp.
“No, don't do this to me, please. It's horrible there, that only makes it worse! "
He looked at me thoughtfully.
"All right then. For the rest of the day, all I had to do was paperwork. What do you think if you come to my house, where I can make sure you don't harm yourself. But then you also have to tell me about your problems. I am sure that I can still help you. "
I considered his offer. It was definitely better than being brought in again.
"Good, I'm with you. Definitely better than ending up in a psychiatric hospital again. "
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Excellent! Here's your coat, come with me. "
He led me out of the treatment room, always careful to hold me back in case I should run away.
“Jessica, I still have work to do. Please lock up afterwards when you go. "
We left the practice and John led me to his car in which we drove to his apartment.
request! i sent it to someone else but unfortunately they weren’t taking requests :(
sam winchester x petite female reader
shes always getting shy or flinching when he towers over her or notices she’s having trouble reaching something so he gets it for her. he gets confused over time and eventually asks. she shrinks and shyly refuses to tell him, he grabs her face making her look at him, practically lifting her off her feet, causing her to grab his arm and whimper. he sternly asks again which leads to her mumbling “i have a crush on you and a size kink which really isn’t helping” ... he smirks and laughs which leads to him showing her just how much bigger he is than her
Just having returned from your hunt, you get yourself a drink from the fridge and let yourself fall down on the king-size bed. Usually, Sam and Dean would share a room, and you'd stay in a separate one, but this time Dean did some undercover work and stood at a different motel.
Sam hopped into the shower as soon as he closed the door after him and left you to some well-needed rest. It had been a straining hunt, with a demon cornering you alone in a corner, defenceless, as you had given Dean your knife. The daemon was just about to let some hellhounds loose when Sam, as usual, came to your rescue. With a stab of Ruby's knife, the demon was killed, and you fell into his broad chest. After regaining your balance, you looked up into his green eyes and immediately got flustered because of the ways he towered over you. Even though you tried to hide it as best as you can, you couldn't help but blush every time you made physical contact with him. From the moment the two of you met for the first time, you had a big crush on him.
Your train of thought was abruptly stopped when you heard the dripping of the shower ceased.
Remembering you'd promised Sam to cook up some dinner, you stood up, beginning to collect the ingredients from the cabinets.
As you were pretty petite, you struggled to get some of the cans from the top cabinets, even when standing on your toes. You stretched out your arm as far as you could but nevertheless only managed to touch it with your fingertips.
"Need some help with that?" you heard Sam chuckle behind you.
He stood behind you, reaching over you to get you the can. You turned around, squirming when you saw that he wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.
"There you go ", he said, handing you the soup and winking at you.
"Th-thanks", you stuttered awkwardly, taking it and quickly looking down at your feet to distract yourself from the heat that was rising between your legs.
"What's the matter y/n? Why won't you look at me?" he asked confusedly.
You felt yourself blush and shrank under his demanding gaze.
"It's really nothing, Sam. I'm just a little tired from the hunt and everything", you explained, trying to laugh it off.
"Come on, you've been acting weird for weeks. Just tell me, it can't be that bad", he countered.
"N-no, you don't understand. Just let it be, please.", you recoiled.
With horror, you saw that your words only made him more determined to get after your secret.
Grabbing your face, he forced you to look. Almost being lifted off your feet, you grabbed his arm and whimpered.
"I ask you again y/n", he demanded in an aggravated voice. "Why are you acting so strange?".
You twisted under his stern gaze and finally submitted.
"Fine, I'll tell you, but don't laugh at me! Well... I have a huge crush on you, as well as a size kink which really isn't helping..."
He smirked and loosened the grip on your face.
"Why didn't you just tell me sooner y/n. I could've helped you with that", he told you, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.
Flustered, you stuttered: "Really, Sam? I would've never imagined that you reciprocate my feelings."
"Well, you see, just like you have a thing for tall men, I have a preference for petite women myself. ", he flirted with you, playing with the hem of your shirt.
Melting into his embrace, you began to trail down the ridge between his back muscles, and a gasp escaped from his lips.
"Oh y/n, I'll show you just how big I really am", he growled, picking you up effortlessly and throwing you onto the bed.
The sight of him towering over you, only dressed in his towel, sent new waves of arousal down your middle.
Setting himself down on the bed, he began to undress you, taking in the sight of you. He trailed his hands down your body, starting at your breasts, softly kneading them and circling your nipples with his tongue.
Soft moans escaped from you but were immediately stifled from the firm grip of his hand around your throat.
You tried to take the towel from his hips, desperate to see him in all his glory, but he quickly snatched your wrists and forced them over your head.
"Why so inpatient y/n? I think you'll be able to wait a little longer", he laughed.
Looking deep into your eyes, he kissed his way down your stomach, stopping between your legs.
Teasing you, he began licking over your damn, intentionally sparing out your clit. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more teasing from him, he began to circle your clit, sucking at it in between.
Squirming under his mouth, you grabbed his hair and forced his face harder onto your middle with your legs, which were tightly wrapped around his head.
As you felt yourself getting nearer to your release, you moaned out loudly: "Fuck Sam, please don't stop now!"
Not ready to let you climax just yet, Sam stopped and removed his towel.
Shocked, you looked at him. You had expected him to be big, but never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined him to be THAT big. Internally, you prepared yourself for what was to come.
After putting on a condom, he set himself between your legs and looked expectantly at you. Silently you nodded at him and bit your lip, anticipating the pain.
Slowly, he began to stretch you out, pressing his hand on your mouth to silence your groans.
Inch after inch, he slipped deeper into you until he was in all the way, with only half of his length.
At a torturingly slow pace, he began to move in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his other hand.
Picking up the pace, he began to thrust faster into you, steadying himself on the headpiece of the bed.
As you both felt your breath coming quicker, Sam picked you up again and pushed you on your knees, taking you from behind.
With the smacking of his hips against your buttcheeks filling in the silence of the night, you felt yourself coming close to climax again.
"Oh yes, Sam, please fuck me harder!" you cried out, and this time Sam didn't stop you from climaxing. Just as you tensed around him, you felt him release in you, and he pulled out.
Exhaustedly, he fell down on the bed beside you, kissing you on the forehead and taking you into his strong arms.
"That was amazing!" you both said in unison and began to grin.
Sam put out the light, and you slipped into your well-deserved sleep, already knowing you'd be sore the next day.
Being Sherlock and John's daughter would include...
During your first months together, as a baby, Sherlock would be super unsure what to do with you, given that he never really had to deal with babies or small children. However, with John's assistance, he soon becomes accustomed to you and sets himself the task of changing your diapers and feeding you.
At first, he is amazed at all the things babies do.
"Look, John, she just somehow began to walk, all on her own! Is that something babies normally do?"
As you grow older, Sherlock would try to fill you with enthusiasm for his passions and teach you the art of deduction.
John, on the other hand, would be more practical and take you outside to show you the world on trips to the park or the zoo.
Sherlock would always want to tell you all about his new cases and get super possessive about you until John says that it is enough and that you need to go to bed now.
Sometimes people would question why you've got two dads, but Sherlock would always glare at them and fight them off with a few deductions.
John would sometimes worry that being raised by Sherlock screw you up a bit, but his upbringing only gave you a healthy amount of attitude.
During riskier cases, like the Reichenbach fall, they would always get super worried about you getting kidnapped by a criminal, so they would ask Mycroft to supervise you with some of his agents.
Even though Mycroft generally dislikes children, he would be besotted with you from the time you could speak, as he would notice that, as Sherlock brought you up, one couldn't compare you to other children.
Because of this, he'd always make up excuses to visit the flat and bring you little gifts like first edition books from your grandparents.
Your grandparents would also be thrilled that Sherlock has finally started a family, and you'd visit their house every holiday, enjoying the food Mrs Holmes would cook for you on each one.
John would be the more emotional parent and provide comfort. Nevertheless, you'd get on with Sherlock well, even though he can be a bit distant at times.
As Sherlock would deduce you all the time, you would develop little tricks to hide things from him as you got older.
It would become a little game to you to mess with him a little bit and send him down false trails and confuse him until you would resolve it and laugh about it together.
After you'd graduate from grammar school, you'd study medicine like your dad, and after your training in the art of deduction, you'd take on a career in pathology.
The moment he finds out he would be a father, Sam would quit his job as a hunter immediately, as he would want no child to grow up like him, having suffered tremendously in his childhood.
To give you the chance to live a conventional life, he'd complete law school and begin to work as a lawyer in a big law firm.
But of course, he wouldn't be able to let go of his old life completely, always looking out for some supernatural occurrences.
Sam would always sit down with you to help you do your homework when you wouldn't understand something, as education is very important to him, and he wants you to be able to pursue any career, unlike himself.
He'd make sure that you knew you could always come to you with any problem, so both of you are really close to each other and do lots of family activities. Having lost your mother on a hunt shortly after you've been born, he'd be extremely conscious of making sure you aren't lacking anything because of her loss.
As you grow older, you'd pick up on some clues and finally confront your father about what he is hiding. At first, he'd try to deny everything to protect you and tell you you're only imagining things.
But after some time and with the help of your persistence, he'd finally tell you about his past life and all the mystical creatures he has encountered in it.
Of course, being his child, you'd be excited for it and try to get him to take you to some hunts and show you how to hunt ghosts and exorcise demons.
Naturally, he'd refuse, but after pumping your uncle Dean for information and trying to get him to side with you, you both convince Sam that it would be only for your best to be able to defend yourself.
Before your first hunt, you Sam and Dean would go out into the woods together, and the two would show you how to use a rifle and knives, as well as teach you spells for exorcisms.
During your first hunt together, Sam would be sure to always stay by your side and never leave you out of sight.
When you get circled in by some ghosts, he almost freaks out, storming after them, but before he can take action, you've already fought them all off with your rifle.
"Told you she comes after me", Dean says and winks at you.
After the hunt, the two would usually visit a bar, but as you are under the legal drinking age, the three of you search for a nice place to watch the sunset and take out some burgers and fries.
Even though Sherlock swore to himself to never get into a real relationship he couldn't help himself when he met you
Your relationship has its ups and downs and when you found out about his substance abuse, you set him an ultimatum to either quit the drugs or you’d break up with him
At first, he continued as he doesn’t like to be domineered over, but soon he found out he’s more addicted to you than his drugs and promised to quit them
You love to hear Sherlock play the violin, so when he notices you’re a little down he always picks it up and plays your favourite piece
Over time you have become accustomed to his quirks and know how to get his attention
When you want to spend some time with him you trick him with little puzzles to get him out of his mind palace
After you get his attention, you usually talk about recent crimes that happened in London and share theories about how things could have gone down
John:
At the beginning of your relationship, John would be a little nervous sometimes, cautious of doing everything right
He would also be a little worried about your age gap, but as he often dates younger women, he has everything figured out
As you are someone who doesn’t take care of yourself very well, he, being a doctor, would always make sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep
You’d frequently go out together on walks through Hyde Park or aside the Thames, enjoying the quiet and nature
During the night he’d sometimes get flashbacks to his time in the Afghanistan war. When this happens, you try to comfort him, embracing him and assuring that everything is alright
You’d always be a little concerned when he goes out on a case with Sherlock, but in the end, he always comes back, and after you give him a relieved kiss you’d make him a cuppa tea tell him to tell you everything about it
Mycroft:
Mycroft would be super worried about your security, thus using the MI5 to shadow you wherever you go
He’d be sure to treat you like a queen and take you to his favourite five-star restaurants frequently
Obviously, with him practically being the British government, he would have less time for you than you both would prefer, but he would always make sure to go on dates at least three times per week
When he comes home after a long day in the ministry, you snuggle up together on the sofa and read beside each other, enjoying a glass of red wine
Sometimes you’d get a little jealous of his assistant who gets more time with him than you, but Mycroft would make sure to prove to you that you’ll always be the only woman in his life and that he loves you unconditionally
At times he would have to leave for long trips overseas, but you’d video chat every evening. When you greet him back, he’d always bring a large bouquet of roses to at least make it a little bit up for you
Jim:
Jim would be super protective of you, immediately getting jealous when a guy only dares to look at your direction
Even though he is mean to most other people, he would have a completely other personality around you, as you are his favourite person
He would make sure not to endanger you and keep him out of his business, even though you’d full want to support him with everything he does because you love him
Being super style-oriented, he’d make sure to match his suit to your dress whenever you go out, also to point out that you belong to him, and only him
At times he would have to change his location and identity, which forces you to leave your family as well, as it would endanger them to know about your whereabouts. Even though he seems to be a psychopath to others, he sees the great sacrifices you make for him and holds you in great esteem for them
He’d be the dominant part of your relationship, always teasing you, but making sure to take well care of you at all times and provide everything you could ever need
He puts a blindfold on you before slowly undressing you and caressing your body
When you stand naked before him, he begins to kiss your neck and trails down to your breasts, sucking on your nipples until they stand upright
Followed by so much cunnilingus, the man likes his pussy
As you reach climax, he stops to tease you and ties your hands to the bedstand
You squirm under his touch, aching for your relief, but he isn't willing to give it to you just yet
"Not so inpatient, little kitten" he whispers as he grabs your chin and kisses the edge of your lips
As a punishment for your disobedience, he throws you over his knees and smacks your butt until red streaks show up.When he thinks you've learned your lessons, he shoves you back and takes place between your knees, choking you while smiling at you
He spreads your legs and excruciatingly slowly begins to push into you.
Yelping you writhe under him as he stretches you out, enjoying the slight pain this causes to you
He begins to slowly move in and out of you, teasing you further
When you beg him to let you finish, he begins to pound into you, giving you your much-awaited orgasm
After he has reached his climax as well, he pulls out of you and looks down at you from above
"You have been such a good girl tonight", he coos
After putting on his suit, he blows you a kiss and leaves you desperate for the next night.
John Watson discovering you self harm would include...
Trigger warning for self harm!
You sit on the floor of the bathroom with blood running down your wrists when he comes home and calls after you.
Trying to regain your composure, you tell him that everything is all right.
As you have lost too much blood, your vision starts to become blurry, and you can't stand up.
When you don't come out of the bathroom for another five minutes, John becomes suspicious and decides to look after you.
"What's taking you so long?" he asks jokingly.
But when you don't answer, slipping slowly into unconsciousness, he picks the door and enters the room.
He takes a sharp inhale when he sees you lying on the floor, barely conscious and gets flashbacks to his time as a field medic.
Trying to focus on the situation at hand, he pulls himself together and tries to get you back to conscience.
After he manages to get a response from you, he quickly fetches his first aid kit and applies a tourniquet to your arm.
You know that he won't ask you any questions about the reasons behind this situation until he finishes with first aid.
Afraid of the questions that will without doubt follow, you think about the answers you will give to him.
"What made you do this?" he asks you with a saddened expression. "You know you can always talk to me about these things."
Feeling guilty about burdening your problems onto John's shoulders, as he is already busy with Sherlock's drug abuse, you begin to cry.
When you fail to answer his questions, he embraces you into his chest and strokes your hair softly.
"It's all right dear, we will talk about it tomorrow."
When you have calmed down enough, he carries you into the living room and makes you a cup of tea.
"Feeling better?" he asks while stroking your arm.
You nod and curl up under the blanket he put over you.
Together, you watch TV to distract yourselves and John cheers you up by commenting on the show you have chosen.
After the show end, you're tired from the blood loss, and John tucks you into bed, telling you to get a good night's sleep kissing your forehead before exiting the bedroom.
When all becomes too much in your life, you can't help yourself but relapse into your long-forgotten sedative addiction. Sherlock, being a drug addict himself, sees right through you and helps you with the detox.
~Trigger warning for drug abuse~
Setting: Sherlock‘s flat
Pairings: Sherlock x Reader
Your mind drifted off to the sedatives you used to take in these situations. Since you had moved in with Sherlock, you hadn't touched them again. But now you couldn't help yourself but think about the last ampules you had hidden in your drawer.
"Don't do it, you know you'll regret it later. Also, Sherlock is probably going to find about it. He will see right through this. "
You fought with yourself until you gave up the fight and went to your bedroom to retrieve the ampules. Then you went through the bathroom cabinet to get some of Sherlock's syringes and cannulas he uses for his heroin injections. You cracked open your last ampule, drew up the liquid with the blunt fill needle and put on the injection cannula.
To gain better access to your veins, you tied a belt around your upper arm. When you w your veins pop up, you pushed the needle into your vein and injected the liquid into your bloodstream.
Letting out a sigh of relief you disposed of all supplies and laid down on the sofa again. A few minutes passed, and you felt your mind go pleasingly numb. Your whole body relaxed, and all sorrows passed from your mind.
However, after time went on, you felt your mouth get dry and cottony.
Trying to shrug it off you went to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.
Boom
As you tried to stand, up your circulation crashed, and you fell to the floor because of the dizziness you experienced.
Luckily only some seconds passed until you regained your conscience and you quickly got yourself up again.
"I'll have to pull myself together or else Sherlock will find out about this."
Nonetheless, you proceeded with getting yourself a glass of water from the kitchen and emptied it hastily. You had an icky taste in your mouth, and no matter how much water you drank, it still felt dry.
Lying back down on the sofa, you felt that your body had gone weak. Breathing felt like an enormous task to you, and your heart was racing as you began to panic about it.
You looked at the clock. Only 15 minutes until Sherlock would come home. Deciding it would be best to lower your heart rate a bit you closed your eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
-Sherlocks point of view-
As I entered the living room of our apartment, I immediately noticed that something was off. Usually, y/n would be waiting for me on my armchair and welcome me home. But now y/n was lying on the couch, seemingly passed out. Considering the most harmless option, I approached the armchair and stroked the hair out of y/n's face.
No reaction. My heart sank, and I reached out for her hand to take her pulse. Y/n's heart was racing, but still, she was unconscious.
Something was very wrong. Checking her breathing, I quickly noticed that her breaths were shallow and short.
The situation was dangerous, and I began to shake her, trying to wake her up. If I didn't get her to wake up, there was a real chance of her dying from respiratory depression.
After not getting a response from her, I ran to my chamber to get an antidote. I could only reckon what she had taken, but her being on the brink of death justified the means.
I drew up the antidote and injected it into the back of her hand.
To my relief, she opened her eyes soon after and looked at me confusedly.
"What happened Sherlock? I can't remember anything."
"You tell me. I found you passed out on the sofa with severe respiratory depression. You could have died! What made you do this? You never told me about any issues with drugs."
"I thought it was a thing of the past. But today, everything seemed to get too much, and I wanted to numb my mind for a bit. I didn't take into consideration that I have lost my tolerance over the years. I'm so sorry you had to witness this."
"Why didn't you tell me about this before. You could have known that of all people I would be one of the most accepting. I won't judge you for something I deal with myself!"
"I know, but I wanted to forget about it. I wanted to put this behind myself, but seeing that I never got rid of these ampules I never really got over it."
"We will get through this together. You can always count on me. Just talk to me if you get these urges again, will you?"
"Yes, of course. Thank you so much for your support. I really couldn't imagine a better partner."
With that, Sherlock took you into his arms and kissed you on your forehead. Even though you knew the times ahead of you would be hard, you knew you could always count on Sherlock to support him with all his might.
Emma, a barista, meets John and Sherlock at the coffee shop she works at. After John hits on her, she makes some deductions about him. Sherlock thereafter tries to test actually how smart she is. When she calls him out on his games, they discuss his hidden feelings for John.
Setting: Coffee shop
Pairings: John x OC, a little bit of Johnlock in the end
She handed the coffee to the customer in front of her when two men entered the coffee. The taller of them was wearing a long coat and had dark, curly hair. The other man was shorter and kept very upright. He seemed to have been in the military once. She watched them as they crossed the cafe and settled down at an empty table by the window.
"Do I get my change ?!" the customer bluffed after she had forgotten it because of the two mysterious men.
"Oh, yes, sorry, I was just thinking," she replied, handing him the change.
After he left, she turned to the coffee machines and started wiping them.
When she finished the first and looked up, she noticed that the smaller man was staring at her. He noticed that she had caught him and winked at her. Ashamed, she looked down and felt her cheeks turn red.
After a moment she dared to look up again and saw that the second of the two waved her over to order something. She looked around for her colleague and found that she must have gone for lunch, so she had no choice but to take the order herself.
"Hi, my name is Emma, what can I bring you?" She asked the two when she arrived at the table and pulled her pad out of her belt.
The man with the dark curly hair answered immediately:
"A coffee, black and without sugar."
She scribbled the order on her pad and turned to the other man: "I would like a cup of tea." He cleared his throat and turned his head to the side. "And I wondered if you would go out with me. Here is my business card "
Perplexed she accepted the card and read the inscription. In a modern, clean script it was written: "Dr. John H. Watson, General Practitioner ”. The other man sighed and gave him a weary look.
"John let it be, obviously she's not interested in you."
"Pardon? What do you mean?"
"You have to start observing and not just watching! When she caught you staring, she looked away to the side. If she had been interested in you, she would have looked down. And when she came to take the order, she turned away from you. People are so easy to see through John, so do yourself a favor and learn to read body language! ”
John looked surprised and apparently was left without words for the encounter that had taken place between the three of them.
The other man seemed strangely familiar to her and she wondered where she had heard of him before.
"You have a pronounced deduction skill. But you shouldn't be too hard on your friend, considering that he is still recovering from his post-traumatic stress disorder. ”
At these words the two of them looked at her in amazement and then exchanged a conspiratorial look.
"How do you know? Did you hear about it on the news or are you another genius, like Sherlock? ”John asked curiously.
With that, she remembered where she'd heard of the taller man before. One of her friends had shown her a newspaper article about a murder that Sherlock had solved.
"Oh, you're Sherlock Holmes! You already seemed familiar to me, but I could not assign you because I have never seen a photo of you. But no, I haven't heard of you on the news, your PTSD is recognizable by your behavior. Your hand trembled when you entered the cafe. When you talked and distracted for a while, the tremors stopped. From that I conclude that large crowds make you nervous. So you may have witnessed a disaster in which a mass panic broke out. Also, I read from your straight, tight stance that you were in the military, so you probably got PTSD from the war. ”
Sherlock stared at her and turned his coffee mug between his hands.
"That's what I mean John. Don't look, observe! You have a knack for deductions, it seems to me. What's your name?"
He looked her up and down, obviously trying to make a deduction. He looked into her eyes again but was left unsatisfied.
"My name is Emma, but I think I have to get back to work now. Have a nice day!" she said and went back behind the counter.
John shook his head and watched her with a smile.
"How about that? That means competition for you and Mycroft. "
"We'll see, time to draw her out a bit, ”Sherlock replied.
He got up from the table and came up to her at the counter.
“I am fairly impressed with your deductions. Have you always had this gift? "
"Well, how do I put it, the conclusions just come to me. I can't help noticing these things. "
Sherlock took a step closer to her and whispered in her ear:
"You know, when I told John earlier that it was clear you were not interested. I just wanted to prevent him from pestering you. I've been secretly watching you all along. How about if we go out to eat together after your shift? ”
She turned to him, grabbed his collar, and pulled him closer to her.
"Oh really? What kind of restaurant do you suggest? ”She returned after deciding to take part in his game.
Sherlock, sure to have her on the line now, grabbed a strand of her hair and whispered:
"I know a romantic restaurant just down the street. What do you think?"
"Don't you think John would be disappointed with you if he knew you were meeting me behind his back?" I asked innocently, looking up at him.
"Oh John, he'll get over it again. He is already used to the fact that he is not so lucky with women. All of his past relationships didn't last longer than two months, ”he replied, stroking her cheek seductively.
Now confident of victory, Emma pushed his hand away and took a step back. Sherlock gave her a cool glance.
"You seem to be smarter than I thought. Fair game."
He eyed her again and added:
“If you ever think about taking a different career path, please contact us. You certainly know where to find us. I could use a second assistant. "
He nodded at her, turned away, and went back to John.
Most of the subtle deviations from his usual behavior towards John might not be noticed, but they immediately caught Emma's eye. When Sherlock listened to John, he looked at him and didn't distract himself with his cell phone as with other people. Overall, his friendliness seemed honest and not just as a means to squeeze more information out of his interlocutor.
She continued to watch the two of them until the two got up and put on their coats. When they got to the door, the two looked at her one last time. Sherlock winked at her and held the door open for John. John, on the other hand, gave her a resigned look, nodded one last time, and finally left the cafe with Sherlock.
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