16 Recent Deviations
John Watson's bad days - PrefaceJohn Watson's bad days - Preface by jajafilm
“Punch me in the face!” Sherlock told me and I didn't understand it. Why he would say something like that? Why does he want me to hit him?
“Punch you?” I repeated to make sure that I was well heard, and that my friend is serious about it.
“Yes, punch me. In the face. Didn't you hear me?” he said cheekily.
“I always hear "Punch me in the face" when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext,” I muttered angrily, but my friend just glum rolled his eyes.
“Oh, for Godsakes,” He groaned and then stretched out his arm to hit me. I didn't expect this, who would expect this, so I got it. Well, he wants to get nicely into the muzzle, so he will get, what he want.
“Thank you. That was... that was...” he thanked me for my well-aimed right hook. But I wasn't far from over, if I did, I wouldn't survive in war very long. I was upset. What the hell are in Sherlock's mind. I grabb
A.G.R.A.A.G.R.A.A.G.R.A. by jajafilm
Sherlock's father left and I started pretending, that I was deeply engrossed in book of Sherlock's mother, just to avoid him, postponing the interview, which had would soon to come.
Of course the bursting bubbles of lies, in which I was wrapped, we were already behind. It wasn't pleasant. At that time, when I stood in the hallway and the figure on the other side of the hallway, of which I had thought, that was just a stupid dummy, got up and I realized that it was John, I thought my heart stopped. My blood froze in my veins, and I helplessly gasping for air. And when we came to Baker Street and John relaxed after that and was able to speak, he began to fret that everybody in his life are psychopaths, that I should be the normal one, but I'm not, and I felt such shame. I was very ashamed, more than I ever thought I could. I thought that I will not already ever feel more shame and guilt, which I had led before I met him, but it was a mistak
Love letterLove letter by jajafilm
When the sun rises in the morning and starts the day, golden rays enlighten my room and remind me to your beautiful hair. My heart immediately beat faster and all day is suddenly more beautiful.
Sherlock looked up from the notebook and looked at John, who had just brewed morning tea and scrambled eggs and he had in doing so calm religious expression on his face. The sun shone into the back of his head and his dirty blond hair shining in the light, and creates up to a kind of halo. How poetic, metaphorical expression of such character of his friend, sneered Sherlock. He had to agree.
When I sit at work in the afternoon and the day seems overly long and boring, I think about that, what are you doing at the time. You are somewhere saving life of someone or you are chasing a terrible criminal. You are risking your life for others, and you have earned in doing so another scar.
John brewed tea with scrambled eggs and sat down
See You in a Few Weeks ~J. Moriarty X Reader Part8Everything hurt. There were definitely going to be bruises, (Y/n) grimaced. It hurt to move even a centimeter. She strained her head to take in the various marks that ran up and down her arms and legs. The (h/c) woman struggled to stand, limping towards the bathroom. The mirror revealed the rest of the damage. She assessed her cheek because she was worried the stitches had busted. She gingerly touched the gash and thought back to last night. She had kissed Jim Moriarty right on the lips and he dragged her back to their house and-See You in a Few Weeks ~J. Moriarty X Reader Part8 by Darthkitty24
A smirk bloomed on (Y/n)’s lips. She went back into the bedroom. His bedroom.
‘How’s your shoulders?’ Laughter ripped through the quiet room as she sent him a text. (Y/n) threw the phone onto the bed and went to shower, realizing she was still nude. The warm water soothed the soreness that surged throughout her body. When he had lunged at her, she was sure he was going to kill her. He had pulled her into his room, locking the door behin
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