I Know It's Difficult For You, But Can You Not Get Into Anymore Trouble? Please!

I know it's difficult for you, but can you not get into anymore trouble? Please!

Ugh. What did I expect? 🤣

Flirt

For @mrswilliamturner, who wanted a drabble about Will trying to flirt with you. He goes to Jack for advice… and we can all imagine how that turns out.

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           The week had been a rough one, and you were looking forward to the weekend. It would give you a well-deserved break from things. To start it out, you decided to eat a little, relax, and watch a favorite movie of yours. You didn’t bother actually making anything for dinner, you just popped something in the microwave. 

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May I request RDJ Sherlock pining over the reader but he doesn't want to confess his feelings but Watson somehow outs him. Lots of pining please! Thank you!

This was bad. He had all these feelings and didn't know how to deal with them. For once the great detective was at a loss.

As he sat in his room pondering what he should do, Watson had entered the flat. At first his friend didn't notice him sitting in his chair quietly.

John was happily talking about something that happened in town today.

Sherlock just put on a smile and immediately looked as if he had been listening. John seemed to buy it as he rambled on. The detective resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood from his chair.

John grabbed the newspaper, which had been discarded to one side, and then sat down. He noticed Sherlock pacing about.

"What's got into you?"

Sherlock turns to John and puts on a smile again.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You're acting strange. More than you usually do." John drops the paper in his lap and stares intently at his friend.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. I think I know." John smirks as he sits back comfortably.

"Do you now? Then pray tell."

"You're not denying your weird behaviour?"

"What? Yes, no!" Sherlock speaks quickly. "If you're so clever, then tell me what you think is going on. Then I'll deny it."

"Y/N left this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days and, really do correct me if I'm wrong, but you're missing them already. You miss Y/N so much, it's painful waiting for their return. Are you, perhaps, in love with then?"

Sherlock stands up straighter and raises his chin up.

"No."

John just laughs and shakes his head.

"You liar."

Sherlock, not happy with the way John was looking at him, sat back down in his chair and faced his friend.

"You have no idea what's running through my mind right now."

"Oh, I think I do." Watson replies, smugly.

"Seven days. Y/N will be gone seven days."

"I know. I got their letter."

"Seven days without them is far too long. That's seven days without their voice, their presence, their company, their laughter."

"You really have thought about this, haven't you, Sherlock?" John spoke softly this time. His friend was pining for your return.

"I need Y/N." Sherlock speaks quietly. John had never seen his friend like this before.

"You're in love, Sherlock."

Silence settles between them. Sherlock is looking far into the distance, John looking at him.

Even Gladstone, who had been quietly resting on the floor, was looking up at Sherlock.

"Love?"

"Yes, Sherlock. When Y/N returns, tell them."

"But, that's seven days away." Sherlock whines in a rather childish manner.

"You have plenty of time to think it over. Think about what you'll say and do when they get back." John smiles.

"Right. Yes."

"Who knows, maybe you'll be as happy as I am with Mary."

"Maybe."

John just shakes his head with a smile as he raises from his seat.

"How about some tea?"

"Yes, alright."

John chuckles as he leaves the room.

Sherlock continues to sit there in silence as he thinks it all over.

"Seven days..." he mutters.

The panic set in. Seven days wasn't that much time at all. You would be back before he knew it.

What was he suppose to do?!

Horace: What makes you all smile?

Artie: Friends and Family.

Jasper: Snacks.

John: Victory and success.

Cruella: Face muscles.

The Courier

Pairing: It Had to Happen: RDJ Sherlock Holmes x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Very very mild fighting and mention of injury

A/N: I have a way overactive mind and some times I just get random ideas that will NOT go away. So I inevitably have to write them down. Sometimes they turn into something longer. Some time they just are as is. I will label them as It Had to Happen in the pairings from now on.

John was sitting across from his flatmate Sherlock Holmes in a rare moment of peaceful quiet when the man suddenly sat bolt upright, “No. This is terrible.” “What is?” “It must be prevented. Too impulsive and devious. And there will be tea and conversation… It’s not too late.” He ranted rapidly, getting up to go to the stairs at a bound just as there was a knock on the door, yelling, “Don’t open that door, Mrs. Hudson. I can’t survive another visit. I’m still cross over the last…” He trailed off seeing it was too late, Mrs. Hudson had already opened the door and you were now standing in their hallway. He took one look at you and his entire attitude changed, something was wrong, “What’s happened?” You looked up at Sherlock from underneath a newsboy’s cap, revealing a badly bruised face, and your split lip trembled slightly, “It would seem I’m in a bit of trouble.”

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Our precious boy. <3 

Will Turner Headcanons

Notes: since my last two headcanon posts, I’ve gotten a shit ton of support so thank you so much

He’s always wanted to learn how to play the piano, but he never knew how to learn or who to go to. And where would he ever get a piano to practice on? He always wondered if Elizabeth knew how to play, and if she could teach him, but he never got around to asking.

After the first adventure with Jack, he found it incredibly hard to return to normal life. Of course he was happy to be marrying Elizabeth, but beyond that he couldn’t see anything but piracy.

When he and Jack were in the boat, arriving at the island, and Jack was listing all the reasons Will would make a good pirate, Will denied it. But he really didn’t want to.

Since his father wasn’t around, he found a father figure in the British Royal Navy.

He loved the time he spent on the Pearl. For the first time he actually felt free, and like there was a greater purpose. He was with these interesting people, hearing amazing ‘true’ stories, and he was happy for once.

He really likes poetry

He’s really protective of literally everything. Elizabeth, his friends, people he’s known for ten minutes, a cat. Everyone. He’s going to blame himself if anything happens.

He likes watching boats come into the harbour. It’s fun to think about who’s on board, what they’re transporting, where it came from. Stuff he’ll never know. Those people have lived entire lives, and he doesn’t know any of it.

When people ask him the simplest of questions he can get really philosophical and self hating. Especially if he’s a little drunk or hasn’t slept in days. Like someone could ask “hey do you want to go to on a walk?” And he be like “what’s the point of doing anything I’m going to die before I’m forty”.

He honestly really like his work as a blacksmith. He gets to use his hands, and make something he’s proud of. Everything he makes has a story and a personality, and he likes experiment with them.

He learned how to be a pirate from Jack. And he’ll always be one at heart.