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Reichenbach fall shenanigans
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“It wasn’t a challenge!” Greg shouted, after he’d carefully closed the cell door behind him.
“It really wasn’t.” Jim yawned, picking off an imaginary piece of lint from his forearms. “The app worked, then?” Christ, could he work a white tee.
Greg paused. “I assumed so - you made it.” His frown came back as he remember why he was here, “Like the other three, I imagine?”
“That could hardly be considered difficult. Now, the looping of the camera feed while maintaining a perfect mirror-like identical looping image on the two way glass? That was more of a challenge.”
“I don’t need to know the details, love. Plausible deniability does wonders.” Greg waved away Jim’s explanation of how their privacy was achieved. In a jail cell. In the bowels of Greg’s office building. Greg shook his head again to clear his thoughts.
“Are you ready for this? You need me to get you anything?”
“Daddy wouldn’t say no for the chance to suck his little boy’s cock,” Jim purred like a tiger whilst smiling with a serpent’s smirk.
Greg laughed, “You can keep trying, but I’ve ten years on you and you ride cock like you were born for it. If one of us is gonna be Daddy, it’s gonna be me.”
Jim shrugged, then changed his entire demeanor to reflect the meek supplicant he wasn’t. “Can your little boy suck Daddy’s great fat cock?”
“Yeah?” Greg asked. He wasn’t going to lie, it wasn’t an unappealing offer. He carefully brought his hands to his belt, thinking carefully, and took two steps towards Jim.
Jim perked up and Greg laughed again as he dodged out of Jim’s range. “Right. Because I’m going to let you end up with a mouthful of my DNA while you’re incarcerated. Your lawyer would have my neck in the noose in less time it’d take for me to get my prick back in my pants.”
“I’d never let anyone hurt you,” Jim growled, twisting his arms against the cuffs.
“Not hurt me, no, but you’d love to see me out of this job and under your thumb.”
“I could take care of you, treat you like you deserve.”
“If we got what we deserve, we’d be hanged.”
“Not you. They’d have such a lovely quandary with you. Man of the law, but so very, very complicit after the fact. Savior of the prey, lover of the predator. Dirty, dirty cop, you dirty, dirty boy.”
“So you’re good, then?” Greg huffed a fond smile.
Jim shook his head, “To suggest I’m anything other than prepared…”
Greg sighed and turned to walk out the cell, pulling out mobile as he went; the video feed would need to be flawless. Just as he reached the handle, Jim spoke.
“But I’d kill for a stick of gum.”
(tagging @marcceh since they gave me the idea, and since I”m promised I’d tag!)
What happens when @imaginedilestrade suggests Jim, Greg and handcuffs to me for a short fic?
well, I write exactly that
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Me: I am a calm shipper. Ship wars are stupid. And! Everyone is entitled to their opinions and own OTPs! 😊
Also me: *war cry* JIMSTRADE *applying Celtic like war paint* THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER *crying over fanfiction* I WILL KILL EVERYONE WHO DISSAGREEEEES!!! *Fucking screaming like some kind of sand person*
Welcome to London (Sherlock x reader) Chapter 8
Helloo Chipmunks, this story is finally back from the dead. Sorry for the long wait, I had a lot of stuff going on in my life. I'm so sorry if this chapter isn't that good, but I really wanted to get another chapter out this weekend, but I've been having a bit of writer's block for this story. I'm gonna try to make this chapter a longer one since I haven't written for this book in such a long time. Read on!
My Wattpad: -kavacado- You and Sherlock crept into John and Mary's room and tiptoed to the bed. You put three fingers up and mouthed at Sherlock 'Three. Two. One.' You both jumped onto the bed and you started yelling at them, loud enough for them to wake up, but not loud enough for your family to hear. "Get up. Get up. Get up!" You started shaking the both of them. John shot up and ended up head butting with Sherlock. Sherlock tumbled off the bed while John and Mary groaned. "Ow, What the hell?" He looked around with his eyes still half closed. Sherlock got up, rubbing his head "God, John, what the hell was that?" You started laughing "As much as I'm enjoying this, we have to go! Dance party time!" You got up and took off running to Jim's room. You threw the door open and jumped on top of Jim's sleeping form, earning a yelp from him. He pulled the covers off his head "(y/n)? What do you need?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes. "I need you to get your butt up, we're having a dance party in my room." You smiled at him. You moved to get up when he took your wrist, effectively holding you in place. "(Y/n)? You alright?" He looked at you, speaking softly. You gave him a small smile and took his face in your hands, kissing his forehead. "I'm fine now, Jim. I wasn't, but I feel better now. We can talk about it sometime, but right now," you paused, your smile widening "we're having a dance party!" You jumped off the bed and took off running, leaving Jim to chuckle to himself and throw off his covers, starting towards your room. You went to Molly's room and pulled her off the bed, dragging her to your room. You pushed everyone in and went to your speakers, putting on your playlist. 'Still into you' began to play and you all started dancing around your room, screaming the lyrics out while jumping on and off the bed. "CAN'T COUNT THE YEARS ON ONE HAND THAT WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER" you and Jim scream-sang. John and Mary replied "I NEED THE OTHER ONE TO HOLD YOU, MAKE YOU FEEL, MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER" Molly joined in as all of you sang together "IT'S NOT A WALK IN THE PARK TO LOVE EACH OTHER" Sherlock watched you from the side, smiling at your clumsy dancing. "BUT WHEN OUR FINGERS INTERLOCK, I CAN'T DENY, CAN'T DENY, YOU'RE WORTH IT. CAUSE AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I'M STILL INTO YOU" you all sang until your voices were hoarse, your playlist going from 'Still into you' to 'Welcome to the Black Parade' to 'Sugar We're Going Down' to 'Thinking Out Loud'. Around 6 in the morning, everyone went back to their respective rooms to get some rest before you were going to go out to show them around the city, as you decided after about half an hour of singing. You saw Sherlock lying against your headboard and went to sit down next to him, your music still playing. You turned it down to a lower volume, for once thanking the size of your house, for it stopped your family from hearing you. You sat down next to Sherlock, resting your head on his shoulder, when 'Hey Jude' started playing. You smiled and started singing along. "Hey Jude" you sang softly "don't make it bad" You looked at Sherlock when he started singing softly with you "just take a sad song, and make it better" you snuggled into his side "remember, to let her into your heart, then you can start, to make it better" You fell asleep singing along and Sherlock pulled the covers over you both, wrapping his arms around your form before letting himself drift off to sleep. You woke up to see Sherlock already up, in his mind palace, next to you. You tried sitting up and groaned in pain, bringing Sherlock back to reality. He looked over to you, concern evident on his face. "Are your ribs hurting?" He reached for for the pills on your night stand, taking two out and handing them to you. You took them gratefully, popping them into your mouth and swallowing them dry. "Yup." You scrunched up your face, both due to the taste of the medicine and due to the pain. Sherlock lightly chuckled "I told you not to strain yourself yesterday." You rolled your eyes "Shut up, Sherl." You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the soreness of your throat from yesterday. You stretched a bit, wincing as it you felt pain in your side before sleepily looking at Sherlock "C'mon, we need to get up. I promised everyone that I'd show them around the city today."
You began to get up, but Sherlock held you firmly in place "We don't have to. Everyone's probably tired and you really should be getting more rest than you have been getting."
You squinted at Sherlock's raised eyebrows when your door flew open, revealing Jim in dark jeans, a white undershirt, and a brown jacket. He ran and jumped onto your bed, carefully not to hurt you. "City time!" He ruffled you hair as you laughed.
"Give me an hour to get ready, we can go take a walk around central park later." You yawned, rubbing your eyes.
Jim smirked "I'll give you 45 minutes. No more, no less. We're leaving tomorrow night, no time to waste.
You shot out of bed "Tomorrow?! I thought we weren't leaving until after Christmas, tomorrow's Christmas eve."
Jim chuckled before replying "Yeah, remember, this flight was almost 400 quid cheaper than the other one, we weren't exactly thinking about Christmas at the time."
You sighed "What time do we leave?"
Jim got off the bed and adjusted his jacket "Nine, tomorrow night. We have a four hour layover in Whales and then we go to home sweet home."
You frowned "That means we'll be spending a majority of Christmas in an airport."
Jim turned you around and began pushing you towards the bathroom "It'll be fun! Just go get your lazy butt ready, I'll make Sherlock get ready." He leaned in towards your ear and playfully whispered "and we are so talking about him being in your bed, later."You rolled your eyes and went to get ready.
You put on black skinny jeans, a burgundy tank top, and a black faux leather jacket. You finished off your makeup with a deep red, more burgundy lip and slipped on your black heeled ankle boots. You fixed your already straightened hair in your mirror and left your room to meet everyone in the living room.
Jim looked over to you with his eyebrows raised "Hot damn, (y/n), I'd be all over you right now if I wan't gay." You giggled, thanking Jim.
You looked to Sherlock who you noticed was going red. "Sherl, are you okay? You're as red as a tomato." You asked him, concerned.
He cleared his throat "Yes, I just, uh, Let's get some fresh air."
You furrowed your brow at him "Okay then. Let's go."
Sherlock followed you towards the door, cringing at himself. 'Why does she have to look so hot right now?' he thought to himself, trying to focus his attention on anything but you.
Just as you were about to walk through the door, John's voice stopped you "(y/n), shouldn't you put your coat on? That's hardly gonna keep you warm." You started walking out the door backwards, addressing John "No way, dude, it'll mess up the look." You motioned towards your outfit. Mary chuckled and grabbed everyone's coats, handing them out. Molly chuckled "God, Mary, you're like our mother." You smiled "She's the fairy squad mother." Jim snorted at your comment "What?" You looked down embarrassed "Sorry, it's a joke." Jim laughed, lightly clapping your back "Okay, (y/n), whatever you say." You all took the train to Central Park and began walking around. Sherlock sat on a bench and entered his mind palace, Molly sat under a tree to read and Mary and John sat by the pond to see watch the ducks. You saw Jim walking and smiling at his phone. You jogged up to him and started walking at his pace. "Whatcha smiling at?" You nudged him playfully. He bit his bottom lip, trying to contain his smile "Greg." You gasped "You started talking to him?! Why didn't you tell me?!" You smacked his arm lightly. "Ow" he clutched his arm, pretending to be in pain. "I got his number the day we left to come here, I never got time to tell you with everything." He smiled. "Oh" you looked away sheepishly "sorry about that." Jim pushed you playfully "Oh, shut up. You know it wasn't your fault. But, guess what?" You flailed your arms exaggeratedly "What?" "He. Is. Gay. I actually have a chance, (y/n)!" You could tell he was trying to contain his excitement in public. You gave him a genuine smile "Aw, Jim, I'm so happy for you, I'm sure he'll want to go out with you if you ask, and I'm sure you two would make the cutest couple." Jim looked down with a red face before giving you... a look. "Speaking of relationships, (y/n), why was Sherl in your bed this morning." He waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. You scoffed at him "You" you pointed your finger at him "are changing the topic, mister." "Oh, you are not getting away with this, (y/n), we are so talking about it." "It's nothing, he's just making sure nothing happens to me health wise at night." You frowned. Jim spoke softly "But you want it to be something." You sighed in frustration "Maybe, I don't know." Jim started laughing and you looked at him hurt evident in your eyes. "Not funny, Jim, I can't believe you would make fun of my feelings." You sped up to walk ahead of him, trying to keep your tears at bay. Jim jogged up to you and stepped in front of you, stopping you with his hands on both of your shoulders. "Hey, listen to me." He looked down at you. He lifted your chin so that you were looking at him as well "Listen, I'm not laughing at the fact that you like Sherlock. I'm laughing at the fact that you don't see that he likes you too." Your eyes widened at his statement "What did you just say?" Jim chuckled "I said, he likes you too. I know Sherlock, he doesn't do this stuff for anyone, maybe sometimes John, but this is big. He really cares for you, and judging by the way he looks at you when you aren't looking, he's in bloody love with you, (y/n)." You shook your head "No, Jim. There is no way he likes me. He's bloody perfect and I'm... um, me." You pointed towards yourself. Jim slapped your hand away "Shut up, (y/n), you aren't 'just you', you're... you" he finished smiling. You rolled your eyes at him and the both of you continued to walk in silence for a while until you realized you were way too far from the group. You were walking back when Jim asked you to hold his phone while he tied his shoe. His phone buzzed in your hand and you were about to tell him when you saw a message from Greg. Knowing his password, you took the liberty of opening your best friend's phone to see the message. 'Hey, I don't know if I'm being too forward, but if you wouldn't mind, I'd love to take you out for tea when you're back in London. -GL' You gasped, slapping Jim's back repeatedly as he got up after tying his shoe. "What, what, who's dying?" He asked you chuckling. Without looking up from his phone you replied "Greg just asked you out! Oh my god, I'm replying." You began to type something when Jim tried to snatch the phone away. You started running so that he couldn't take it and he ran after you laughing. "Let me get some action, (y/n)!" He yelled from behind you, laughing. You eventually reached where all the others were sitting and stood on the rocks next to John and Mary, holding the phone out over the water. "One step and your phone takes a dive, Moriarty." You smirked at him. He stood far from you contemplating what he should do, before he started running towards you with a mischievous smile on his face. You turned quickly to run in the other direction, but ended up slipping on the rocks and falling straight into the water, making the ducks fly away from the area. "(Y/N)!" Everyone yelled in unison. Jim ran the rest of the way towards you and pulled you out of the water with the help of John. You were completely soaked from the neck down and you began to shiver as the cold air hit you. Everyone pulled you away from the rocks and Jim began to take off his jacket. He draped it over your shoulders and you immediately shrugged it off, putting it back on him. "Keep it on, Jim, you've only got an undershirt on, you'll freeze." Jim opened his mouth to argue and you spoke before he could "I'll be fine, we aren't that far from home and-" you were cut off by another coat placed on your shoulders. You turned to see Sherlock putting his coat around you. "You can take mine, (y/n), I'll be fine, I have a suit jacket underneath." He rubbed your arms to warm you up. You nodded, grateful for the extra warmth. After you insisted relentlessly, you all stopped by MacDougal street, taking food to go so you could get home and change. You all reached home, already having finished the food on the way home due to your hunger from the day's activities. Everyone went to their rooms and you went to change into dry clothes. You walked out of your bathroom, the king your wet clothes in the hamper, to find Sherlock already lying down in your bed. You switched the lights off and lied down next to him, resting your head on his arm. "Sherl." You whispered. "Yes, (y/n)." "Jim said something today." You bit your lip. You heard Sherlock sigh "What did the weirdo say now?" You smacked his chest, chuckling along with him "Hey, Jim's my best friend." "Doesn't mean he isn't weird." Sherlock kept laughing. "So, what did he tell you?" Your heart beat sped up, you were suddenly very nervous. "Um, he told me that" you took a deep breath, thankful that Sherlock was patiently waiting for you to finish. "He told me that you liked me." You spoke as fast as possible. Sherlock chuckled "Am I that obvious?" You looked up at him "So you do?" He sighed "I guess I do. I'm sorry, I don't know what to say, I've never felt like this before, I don't feel these emotions, but you've made me feel them." You cupped his face with your hand "Hey, that's okay. I'm not too good with this either, and I like you too." Sherlock pulled you closer to him and rubbed your arm. "Good, now go to sleep, (y/n), it's been a long day for you, we can talk about how bad we are at relationships tomorrow morning." You smiled, melting into his arms, letting sleep overcome you with the happy thought of Sherlock liking you on your mind.
