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itshardcandy · 4 years

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Hot ‘n Cold

Kim Namjoon x Reader

(Written for a writing game by @letsgetitinbusan)

6059 Words

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Smut

Warnings: Consumption of Alcohol, Swearing, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it, kids), Outdoor Sex, Vaginal Fingering

Summary: A camping trip takes an unexpected turn

Preview:

“You feel much warmer already.”

“Mhh, you are helping a lot with that.”

“I think I noticed. Good to know I can be of assistance. It’s getting quite hot in here, don’t you think?”

Bliss. Overwhelming and all-consuming bliss clouded your mind when you walked out the door of the lecture hall you just took your last exam of the semester in. Making your way through the crowd of students towards the nearest exit you hurried out of the building knowing you wouldn’t have to set foot in that hellhole that dares to call itself a university for the next beautiful, fun-packed, exciting 8 weeks of summer break. On the way back to the dorm, fully immersed in your phone, you suddenly felt a large hand gripping your shoulder. Hurling around, the grinning face of Namjoon, your friend and next-door dorm mate, appeared in your view.

“Guess who got himself full marks on their last project of the year?”

Namjoon exclaimed practically beaming with elation and pride.

“Hmm let me think… Must have been that dude you hung out with last week, right?”

You said teasingly, pretending to think hard to guess the answer to this, truly very difficult, question considering the genius mind of your friend.

“No, silly, it’s me of course.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and continued.

“Anyway, how was your exam? Any more luck this time?”

“Ugh, I wish. It was a disaster, my brain feels like it’s been sucked out of my head. I’d be surprised if I actually passed though knowing my prof, I highly doubt it. That man just can’t teach a class for the life of him. It’s an outrage he has the audacity to have us take an exam on that waste of a time his lecture was if you ask me.”

You rambled on frustrated but continued jokingly.

“I might have to borrow that big juicy brain of yours next time so I have an actual chance to succeed.”

“Ready to get wasted at the camp tonight then, I assume?”

“Hell fucking yeah I am.”

Laughing, you both continued down the paved road leading to the big grey building that was your dorm. Dragging yourself up the numerous sets of stairs you asked yourself for the thousandth time why exactly you’d thought picking a room on the 5th floor of a building that has no elevator was a good idea. Well, at least you had the best crackheads you could wish for as neighbours so that was something, you thought to yourself. Over the years you had lived on that floor, you and the others had bonded over your shared struggles of living in that falling-apart building and the uncountable tragedies that unfolded within those walls, including that one hot summer in which the rusty, ancient water pipe burst and thus none of the inhabitants had running water for two weeks straight. Out of that emergency situation a new tradition was born with all of you packing your essentials and riding your bikes down to the shore and going camping every summer during semester break.

“Bet Jungkook hasn’t even started packing?”

Namjoon said and knowing his room mate, you agreed.

“Better help him then, we should leave as soon as possible so we can secure our spot at the campsite. I don’t trust people these days, that spot is getting popular and I’m not taking any chances.”

With a last wave at him you unlocked your door and disappeared into your apartment. Ever since your former room mate and parter in crime had moved out earlier that month you had the flat to yourself and you still weren’t accustomed to having that much space for your stuff. Sadly, your flatmate had moved across the country meaning she couldn’t take part in the camping trip this year.

Scanning your possessions, you skilfully grabbed various items and articles of clothing you’d be needing for the next few days and threw them on the bed. After ticking everything off of your imaginary list, you began packing the pile of things into your backpack.

Not much later and after checking your groupchat to make sure that everybody was ready to go, you left your room and walked down the corridor meaning to knock on the door on the right. It immediately opened and Yoongi appeared in the frame, manoeuvring his belongings into the hallway.

“Good to go?”

You asked to which Yoongi hummed in agreement. You descended down the staircase together carrying your equipment.

“Is Jimin downstairs already?”

You wondered, since Yoongi’s room mate was nowhere in sight.

“Nah, he still got that dance performance with Hoseok this afternoon. They will join us later this evening.”

“Right, right, forgot about that.”

In front of the building Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung were already loading their luggage onto their bikes. When everybody was done you set off on your journey revelling in the beautiful feeling of freedom awaiting you at the camping site. After a good hour you turned into the path leading towards the clearing at the beginning of the small forest by the shore. Upon arrival Jungkook immediately spotted the car that was parked right beside the track.

“How does he manage to be here first every time? I swear he does that on purpose just to rear me up.”

Jungkook whined at the sight of his brother.

Pausing the unpacking of his luggage from the trunk of his car, Seokjin greeted you all with a wave and a big smile.

“Great! You made it just in time to help me unload the tents.”

“Speaking of, we need to agree on sleeping arrangements since a certain someone managed to rip theirs last year.”

Yoongi said and all eyes lingered on Namjoon who looked at the ground in shame.

“Let’s see… We got four tents. That means Taehyung and Jimin in their tent and Yoongi and Hoseok will share one, I guess? Then me in my tent and Y/N in hers. Which means Namjoon and Jungkook will have to seek shelter in one each. Any preferences?”

Jin spoke and looked at the two tent-less members of the group.

“I don’t mind sharing the tent with Y/N. Uhh... I mean if she doesn’t mind of course.”

Namjoon said quickly and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Fine by me. As long as it’ll still be in one piece by the end of this trip.”

“Great, that’s settled then. Little brother, the honour of sharing a tent with this handsome guy is all yours.”

Jin said exaggeratedly gesturing at his face which Jungkook could only answer with a grimace, seeming a lot less excited about said fact than his brother was.

You busied yourselves to take the tents out of the trunk of the car and searched for the perfect spot to put them up. You walked across the clearing examining the ground thoroughly with Namjoon following behind with your tent under his arm.

“What about here? We’d get some shade from that big oak tree right there and it looks like the ground is as even as it can get.”

You asked and Namjoon agreed.

“Perfect. You really have a good eye for that. Remember the first time we went camping and you and your room mate placed the tent directly above a molehill?”

Namjoon laughed and you snorted at the memory.

“Please don’t remind me, I got the shock of a lifetime when suddenly something tried to make its way in from underneath the tent. Never screamed so loud in my life.”

“I remember you woke us all up thinking you were getting stabbed or something. Scared the shit out of me.”

Namjoon said and started setting the tent up. Since he was very skilled in putting the pieces together, you didn’t have to do much besides holding the poles up for Namjoon to drape the fabric around. After a few minutes the mission was accomplished and you looked pleased at the joint achievement.

“I’m really glad you picked me to share a tent with. Without you I would have been struggling a lot more to get it set up.”

“Well thanks for trusting me enough to let me into your holy cave.”

At that remark you stopped dead in your tracks and burst out laughing then turned to Namjoon with an incredulous look. Namjoon who seemed to have realised just now how much of an innuendo his comment had been covered his eyes with his right hand shaking his head in disbelief.

When the others were done setting up their tents, Taehyung and Jungkook began collecting some wood and stacked it into the fireplace that had been built in the middle of the clearing. The rest of your group took seats on the logs that were placed around the firepit and unpacked the food that you had brought. Jin and Namjoon took it upon themselves to act as masters of the meat and impaled sausages with some thin sticks to roast them over the fire. By the time the first batch was done, Hoseok and Jimin finally arrived and were greeted with shouts. They joined the jolly round busying themselves to some well-deserved dinner.

After you had devoured the sausages Hoseok whipped out a box containing some crackers, a bar of chocolate and a bag of marshmallows out of his backpack.

“Nothing better than some S’Mores when camping, am I right?”

Hoseok asked and handed the box around letting everybody grab some for themselves.

Jin nudged Taehyung in the shoulder who sat on his left and asked him to accompany him to his car. When they made their way back to the rest of the group, they were carrying bottles upon bottles of Soju.

“At the last wedding we catered for, those people ordered way too much alcohol and they refused to keep the leftover bottles so naturally I found a convenient solution to that problem and persuaded my boss to leave the good stuff to me. Not even he can resist my charms I assume.”

Jin told you and overall cheers complimented him.

“Awesome Jin, you working at a restaurant really has its perks.”

You said approvingly and happily accepted the bottle of peach flavoured Soju Taehyung handed you over.

While the supply of Soju slowly shrunk and the pile of empty bottles grew, your mood became more light-hearted over time and you all reminisced in the memories you had made over the years. Slowly but steady the sun set and it got darker. When the glowing red ball of light had finally disappeared completely behind the horizon Jimin and Hoseok declared that they were tired and proceeded to get ready for bed.

“That dance performance really makes itself felt now. Maybe I have to admit that I’m getting older.”

“Don’t worry Hobi, it took a toll on me as well. But at least we know we gave it our all.”

Jimin said and stifled a yawn. The two headed to the cabin at the edge of the clearing that contained a rather humble bathroom but at least it offered a tank of fresh water so that was something.

Gradually one after the other decided to go hit the hay and bid the remaining few people goodnight. When only Namjoon, Jungkook and yourself were left sitting around the fire, the three of you decided to play a drinking game resulting in Jungkook getting so drunk that he had to throw up. Namjoon hurried towards the bathroom in the cabin to get some water while you comforted Jungkook. You grabbed a napkin and wet it with the fresh water Namjoon had brought back and began cleaning around Jungkook’s mouth wiping the nasty residue from his face. Unfortunately, a lot had already dribbled down onto his shirt.

“I think you should get that thing off. We can wash it tomorrow but for now just change into a fresh shirt.”

You said to Jungkook and helped him out of the soiled piece of clothing. Jungkook who couldn’t control the movements of his limbs properly, let his right arm snap back after retreating from the sleeve of his shirt resulting in hitting the container of water Namjoon was still holding. A splash and Namjoon had gotten the majority of water over his chest. Cursing he let the now empty container fall to the ground. Namjoon tried to wipe some of the water off his body but it was useless, he was drenched. You laughed at the sight. It reminded you of a puppy who had just received an unwanted shower.

“We should get you to your tent so you can rest. Do you feel a bit better now?”

You asked Jungkook and he nodded. Namjoon helped you escort Jungkook to the tent he was sharing with Jin and made sure he got in alright, closing the entrance behind him.

Back at the fireplace, Namjoon stood by the flames as near as possible trying to get them to dry his shirt but the fire had already died down significantly so it didn’t really work. Resigning, he lifted the wet fabric above his head and threw it next to himself on the log. You couldn’t help but give him a sneaky glance. You had always thought of Namjoon as really handsome but something about him revealing his wet chest so shamelessly to you hit different.

“Do you wanna stay up or go to sleep as well?”

Namjoon asked and caught you off-guard in the act of looking him up and down, your eyes lingering on his chest a little longer than necessary. Flustered you directed your eyes away and shook your head.

“No, I wanna stay up, I want to enjoy this as much as possible.”

“You talking about my body or the night in general?”

Namjoon joked and you secretly asked yourself the same question. You proceeded to grab one of the last bottles of Soju and took a sip so you had an excuse not to answer.

“Want one as well?”

You asked and seeing him nodding, you handed him one of the bottles. After the first gulp he scrunched his nose looking appalled. Checking the label, he felt his worst suspicions confirmed.

“You gave me one of the flavour-less ones! What do you take me for – an animal? What have I done to you to deserve such torture?”

You laughed feeling not as sorry as you maybe should have as Namjoon looked really funny being so disgusted by his beverage.

“Sorry, I couldn’t see well and just picked the one nearest. Want a different one?”

You took a close look at the three remaining Soju bottles and gave Namjoon an apologetic smile.

“I’m afraid they are all plain as well. Seems like I got lucky and picked the last grape flavoured one.”

“So that’s what I get for trusting you. I feel betrayed.”

“Um do you wanna share mine? I don’t mind, I’ve had enough alcohol anyway.”

You offered your bottle to Namjoon and he didn’t hesitate to take it, chucking his own bottle away. How could he turn down such an offer when it appeared so temptingly? Taking turns emptying the drink, you sat in comfortable silence just listening to the occasional sound of the woodland creatures nearby and gazing up at the night sky. Here in the middle of the forest without all the street lights and neon signs lighting up the night, the stars were clearly visible and shone bright and clear. You loved the night sky, so naturally you were gazing upwards totally lost in the twinkling lights of the millions of stars.

You didn’t notice the lingering eyes of Namjoon who was admiring how the moonlight illuminated your silhouette. When exactly he had caught feelings for you, he wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that it somehow happened and when he finally came to terms with that, he was already crushing hard and even though there had been the occasional teasing and ambiguous situation he still didn’t think there was more to it than just that. You had been friends for ages so anything beyond that was surely out of the question, right? Therefore, he hadn’t given it much thought but the way you had looked at him when he took off his shirt didn’t go unnoticed and Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if there was a possibility that he wasn’t the only one who had developed a crush over the years.

“Do you ever wonder why we are here on this earth?”

Namjoon was pulled out of his thoughts by the sudden question. You looked at him and continued your philosophical train of thought.

“I mean look, there are so many stars and planets up there. Why out of all places do we exist on this one? And think about it… The moon and the stars are so far away but we still see them. They are so huge we can actually see them from here. Isn’t that amazing?”

Before Namjoon could answer you rambled on.

“And we are so small. We are so small, Joon, why are we so small? So insignificant? The stars shine so bright even after they had died but we are just dead, just rotting. Why do I even bother accomplishing anything when in the end it means nothing and everyone will forget that I even existed?”

You finished and stared at Namjoon. The sight of you looking so desperate and sad devastated him.

“Y/N… That’s not true and you know it. You are so loved by your family and your friends. You could never be insignificant and of course the people around you will remember you. Please stop thinking so lowly of yourself, I can assure you, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Th-thank you… I suppose I had to much Soju, I’m sorry you had to witness me spiralling into another existential crisis.”

“Don’t be sorry, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“Yeah… friends.”

You mumbled and looked up at Namjoon. Your eyes met, holding the gaze for a bit longer than expected before Namjoon cleared his throat.

“So, do you wanna go to bed? It’s getting quite late.”

“Hmhm yeah it’s getting colder, as well, now that the fire went out.”

You shivered suddenly at the cold air of the night, missing the warmth the fire had provided. Namjoon stood up and checked the fireplace to make sure it was really gone out so you wouldn’t accidentally set the whole forest on fire while you slept. You collected the remaining bottles that were scattered around the firepit and added them to the already remarkably high pile of bottles you had all emptied together. Finding the way to your tent turned out to be a lot more difficult, now that it was almost pitch black. You stumbled over a root that was sticking out of the ground and could only save yourself from falling by gripping onto Namjoon’s wrist tightly. He swayed back at the sudden weight pulling on his arm but managed to steady himself in time.

“Are you alright?”

Namjoon asked concerned and turned around. You were still holding onto his wrist but had found your balance again. When you let go of his arm Namjoon held his hand out to you.

“Wouldn’t want for you to trip again. Really, why don’t you wear your glasses more often? Couldn’t read the label on the Soju bottle, couldn’t see that big root. Honestly I’m surprised you managed to survive without getting into any serious accidents yet.”

“Come on it’s not that bad. And I hate my glasses, I look stupid wearing them.”

You scoffed. You hated your glasses with a burning passion but were too lazy to go get new ones that you would actually consider wearing.

“You don’t, you look cute with them and not stupid, at all, but if you prefer to stumble through life like a mole squinting at everything then suit yourself, I guess.”

“Thanks, I will. Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss out on the chance of being escorted to my humble sleeping accommodation by my chivalrous saviour now, would I?”

You said cheerfully and took Namjoon’s hand. You continued the short walk towards your tent. When you’d reached it, you opened the zipper and crawled inside and Namjoon followed you straight. Leaving your shoes in front of the entrance you slipped out of your pants. You made yourself comfortable in your sleeping bag while Namjoon rid himself off his jeans and tucked himself into his sleeping bag as well.

“Joon, can you hand me the water bottle? I feel like a raisin, all that Soju dried me out beyond measure.”

Namjoon felt his way through the items popped into one corner until he found the requested bottle.

You took it and quenched your thirst, downing almost half of the bottle in one go.

“Hey, leave me some okay? You’re not the only one who’s thirsty.”

You reluctantly stopped gulping down the water and held the bottle out in the direction of Namjoon. Since it was almost completely dark inside the tent, Namjoon had problems to make out the bottle causing him to hit it with the back of his hand. With a shriek from you the bottle flew out of your hand and landed on your legs, letting the water flow all over your sleeping bag.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Did you get wet, is it bad?”

Namjoon apologized and pat his hand over your sleeping bag to see how badly he had fucked up but all you could do was laugh, being already so used to his clumsiness.

“It’s okay, really. But I won’t be able to sleep in that thing, it’s soaked and it’s getting cold tonight.”

“No worries, you can sleep in mine. It’s my fault that yours is wet, after all, so that’s only fair.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll be freezing.”

“I won’t, I can stand the cold better than you, so just take mine and go to sleep.”

In the end you didn’t want to argue and the thought of sleeping without a cover wasn’t that enticing either, so you just got out of your wet bag and threw it out of the tent. When you wiggled into Namjoon’s sleeping bag which was a lot more spacious than yours and conveniently was already preheated by Namjoon. You felt the overpowering fatigue that set in and quickly slipped into unconsciousness.

After a while, you woke up at the sound of teeth chattering. You turned around only to see Namjoon laying curled up into a ball and shivering.

“S-sorry, did I wake you up?”

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Do you want to freeze to death?”

“It’s f-fine, don’t worry. Just get back to sleep.”

“Fine my ass. Do I look stupid to you? Come here, your sleeping bag is a lot bigger than mine. We might have to squeeze a bit but I think we can both fit.”

You opened the zipper and shuffled towards Namjoon. When he had squeezed himself in, he tried to close the sleeping bag but it was no use.

“Doesn’t matter, just leave it open. It’s better than nothing isn’t it?”

You said and Namjoon turned around only now realizing just how close you were.

“God, how are you not frozen solid yet, you are ice-cold!”

“Not everyone can be as hot as you.”

You let out a small chuckle and pressed yourself closer to Namjoon’s body, making yourself comfortable as the little spoon.

“Then I’ll try to make you hot, as well, lying beside a fucking block of ice truly is no fun.”

Namjoon thought you had no idea how right you had been about making him hot. While the two of you had occasionally cuddled during movie nights at the dorm, nothing came close to just how close you were now with nothing between you, except for your underwear and your shirt. With you next to him and the added warmth of the sleeping bag around, Namjoon started to defrost and soon he was engulfed in the warm feeling, ready to fall asleep but he was too aware of your body pressed into him. It really wasn’t necessary for you to push your ass that far into his groin, he thought. It was almost as if you were doing that on purpose just to drive him crazy. But maybe he was misinterpreting everything and he would make a fool out of himself.

As if on cue Namjoon felt you move your body just a bit, letting yourself grind into him slightly. Throwing all caution over board he put his arm around your waist pulling you even closer and letting his hand rest on your stomach. You let out a satisfied sigh and proceeded to move yourself against him. The friction had its effects on Namjoon who noticed himself hardening, very aware that you must feel it too since his boxers barely concealed anything. You however, were finally content that your actions bore fruit. You had been sure of the potential that lay in yourself and Namjoon to be more than just friends and you were determined to find out if you were right about that during this camping trip. Sharing a tent was the best opportunity you could have wished for and considering the very noticeable bulge you felt being pressed into your back from behind you had been right with your assumptions.

“You feel much warmer already.”

“Mhh, you are helping a lot with that.”

“I think I noticed. Good to know I can be of assistance. It’s getting quite hot in here, don’t you think?”

You said and took off your shirt to throw it to your feet. You then turned over now facing Namjoon. He was taken aback by this sudden change and could feel your breath on his bare chest. You placed your hand onto his stomach and slowly progressed to explore his toned body.

“How exactly do you think this is helping us to cool down?”

Namjoon asked, sucking in his breath when you let your fingernails graze the side of his upper body.

“When did I say I wanted to cool down?”

You asked quietly, tilting your head up so you could meet his gaze. This was enough to convince Namjoon that he was allowed to act upon his feelings. He let his hand rest at the back of your head and leaned forward until your lips finally collided. He pulled you closer to himself and you wrapped your arms around his torso. The kiss became more heated and Namjoon let his tongue poke through his lips so you parted yours to let it in. When you had to let go of each other to be able to breathe again Namjoon stared at you, having to process for a moment if this was actually happening. With a huge grin you threw yourself onto him again to continue the kiss. Namjoon’s hands wandered up and down your back brushing against the straps of your bra. You felt his finger hesitate on the hooks of your bra.

“Go on – open it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, oh my god, do you need a written declaration of consent?”

You giggled at how considerate he was being.

“Just wanted to make sure so you won’t hold it against me later.”

He smirked and with one move of his fingers he had opened the bra and pulled it away from underneath your body. Within seconds you found yourself turned over so you were laying on your back with Namjoon on top of you. With one hand he propped himself up to not crush you completely while his other hand immediately found its way to your breasts. Namjoon kissed you once more before he let his mouth trail down your chin and neck leaving hot kisses on your skin. You had closed your eyes revelling in the addictive feeling when you felt a sudden burst of pain shooting up from your breasts causing you to let out a surprised moan. Namjoon had pinched your right nipple with the hand he was using to massage your boobs. You opened your eyes in shock and found Namjoon smiling mischievously up at you. He had been keeping his eyes on you to observe how you reacted to his actions and was visibly enjoying himself. Letting his hand travel down to your stomach resulted in his face being conveniently positioned exactly over your breasts so he didn’t hesitate and began to caress them with his lips. Namjoon sucking on your tits while simultaneously exploring your still covered pubic area with his free hand had you aroused in no time and you could already feel your panties getting soaked from the movements of his hand, which Namjoon also didn’t fail to notice.

“Seems like you can get me wet in more than one way.”

You said referring to the accident earlier and Namjoon couldn’t refrain from laughing causing his body to vibrate which let his fingers move against your crotch in a delightful manner.

“Well, I know which way I prefer.”

Namjoon said when you let out another moan. He hooked his finger into your panties and pulled them down, so you lay before him completely undressed. His hands caressed your thighs for a bit until he put light pressure onto them to spread them open for him to kneel in-between. You suddenly felt the imbalance in your levels of being undressed, so you sat up catching Namjoon’s lips in a needy kiss while letting your hands palm his hardened length through his boxers for a moment before pushing the unnecessary piece of clothing down his legs so both of you were equally nude. Namjoon pushed you back to lay down again and you obliged. He let his one hand return to your breasts while the fingers of his other hand slid through your slick folds.

You didn’t want him to feel neglected and reached down so you could wrap one of your hands around Namjoon’s dick. Though your grip was only light, Namjoon let out a groan of pleasure at the sudden sensation. Encouraged by his response you slid your hand up and down his shaft and let your thumb graze over his tip every other time using the leaking drops of pre-cum to lube his length up. Namjoon stopped moving his fingers through your folds only to enter you with one finger a moment later. You let out a quiet mewl at the unexpected sensation. You kept your gaze on him, mesmerized at how Namjoon had closed his eyes and thrown his head back in pleasure when you had sped up your movements on his dick.

“God, Y/N, that feels so fucking good.”

Namjoon said letting out a sharp breath when you grazed his tip another time. Keeping up the pace Namjoon had set pushing in and out of your wetness he soon added a second finger. You whined at the delicious feeling and started speeding up jerking off Namjoon. When you felt the movements of his fingers getting unsteady you stopped only for Namjoon to shoot you a questioning look.

“Don’t give me that face. I don’t want you to finish now when the real fun hasn’t even started yet.”

You said and raised one of your eyebrows teasingly.

“But I don’t have any condoms with me. Do you?”

“Don’t worry, I’m on birth control, don’t you remember?”

“So, you are sure you want this?”

“Jesus, Namjoon, just fuck me already.”

You laughed, a little desperate by now.

Namjoon let out a low growl, your words being music in his ears. He moved his body back up to lay down next to you and involved you in another steaming kiss. Namjoon grabbed you by your waist and helped you get up. Straddling him, you sat on top of him and bowed down to kiss him again. He lifted your hips just a bit so he could position himself properly. With a last look into your eyes he lowered you down letting himself enter you slowly. You gasped at the wonderful sensation.

When Namjoon had pushed his length completely into you he held still for a moment to let you get accustomed to his size before he started moving your hips back and forth. When you began moving your hips yourself, with your hands placed on his chest for support, Namjoon moved his hands from your hips to your chest. Setting a steady pace, you began riding Namjoon, totally lost in the pleasure and Namjoon thought he had never seen you look more beautiful. He continued to massage your breasts and pinch your nipples occasionally which caused you to feel the familiar knot form in your stomach.

“Fuck, Joon, I’m close.”

You gasped out between moans and dug your nails into his chest. Namjoon felt himself near his orgasm as well but he was determined to finish second. He held onto your hips again and lifted you just a bit so he could thrust his hips into you from below giving you the chance to let yourself go completely.

“Don’t hold back, baby. I want you to come all over my dick.”

These words combined with Namjoon thrusting into you was enough to send you over the edge. Letting the waves of hot pleasure roll over you, you came undone moaning Namjoon’s name. Seeing your face of pure ecstasy and hearing his name come out of your mouth did it for Namjoon and he let his orgasm overwhelm him.

Panting, you both came down from your orgasms. You let Namjoon’s dick slide out of you so you could lay down again besides him. Smiling at each other like complete idiots you tried to catch your breath.

“I can’t believe it took so long for this to happen.”

“Well. I didn’t think it would happen at all. I thought you’d never see me as more than a friend.”

Namjoon responded and you looked at him in disbelief.

“Are you serious?? Kim Namjoon, you might be a genius on paper but when it comes to flirting you suddenly lose all ability to think.”

You laughed and Namjoon joined you.

You noticed the tiredness starting to set in again so you cuddled up to Namjoon and closed your eyes. You felt Namjoon place a kiss on your forehead then drifted away with Namjoon falling asleep soon after.

In the morning, you woke up from the blinding sunlight flooding the tent and heating it up even further. With your eyes still closed, you went over the events of the previous night smiling to yourself. When you opened them, you stared into the brown eyes of Namjoon.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

Namjoon said and scrunched up his nose when you poked him in the stomach.

“You know it’s creepy to watch people sleep?”

“I’m sure you can make an exception?”

“Hmm, kiss me and I might think about it.”

You grinned and Namjoon happily did as told. Since the morning sun made it almost unbearable to stay inside the tent any longer, the two of you got dressed and you tied your dishevelled hair up into what you hoped would look like an intentionally messy bun. When you crawled out of the tent you saw Hobi, Jin and Yoongi already sitting around the fireplace having some sandwiches for breakfast. Upon joining the others, Namjoon and you were greeted with knowing looks.

“Ah, finally, the two night owls grace us with their presence.”

Hobi said jokingly.

“Did you sleep well?”

Yoongi asked with a cheeky smile while raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we somehow all woke up because of some suspicious noises in the middle of the night. You don’t think you know where they came from, by any chance?”

Jin continued amused.

Namjoon tried not to make eye contact with them and instead preceded to scratch himself at the back of his head.

“Ah come on, now you’re being shy? Last night you didn’t bother if someone could hear us.”

You said and slightly bumped Namjoon in the side with your elbow, earning laughter from the other boys.

“It’s still embarrassing...”

Namjoon mumbled but relaxed himself and grabbed one of the sandwiches Jin had held in his direction handing you the other one.

When Namjoon placed a quick kiss on your cheek before taking a bite off his sandwich you thought that this year’s camping trip was definitely going to be your favourite so far and the fun had just started.

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THE BIG QUESTION

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WHAT IS THE MEANING OF REICHENBACH

Some time ago I wrote about the three solutions presented in The Empty Hearse (Solutions or Choices) and about the possibility that those three explanations for the ‘fall’ represent actually three different choices for Sherlock to solve his problem. Let me phrase my former statement again:

Sherlock dismisses LOVE/Molly and SEX/Jim as fake and decides instead to team up with BRAIN/Mycroft.

But what is the cause for this decision? And if this is some kind of metaphorical equation Sherlock is experimenting on, what can be found on the other side of that equation? What exactly happens on Bart’s roof and why? Who is involved?

This is a metaphorical reading of events before, at and after Bart’s roof. It deals with the veiled surface level of the story, as I call it, based on the assumption that everything that is shown on screen, is told and coded by the ‘language of Sherlock’s mind’.

Enjoy (this theory) if you like under the cut ..

Reichenbach = Rich Brook = Richard Brook = Jim Moriarty

Rich Brook in German is Reichen Bach – the case that made my name. (Sherlock TRF)

Nothing made me. I made me. (Sherlock TAB)

“I am you. You are me.” Reichenbach made Sherlock’s name. Rich Brook made Sherlock’s name. Rich Brook is Jim and Jim therefore … is Reichenbach.

Falls of the Reichenbach, Turner’s masterpiece, thankfully recovered owing to the prodigious talent of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. (TRF)

TURNER …. turning = changing a position. A turner = a changer/someone who changes.

Sorry, boys! I’m soooooo changeable! (Jim TGG)

“Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. (ACD His Last Bow)

John is the ‘fixed point’.

Jim/Rich Brook/Reichenbach is ‘the masterpiece of the turner’ … the changer.

Jim/Rich Brook is a storyteller ... like John.

Jim/Rich Brook changes stories and writes his own versions ... like Sherlock.

Maybe also important: Rich Brook’s initials are R.B. … RedBeard?

But what happens on Bart’s roof ….

Jim threatens to kill Sherlock’s only friends ... John, Mrs. Hudson, DI Lestrade. Who/what might they represent on a metaphorical level? Who else is involved?

Mycroft - he is the BRAIN and represents logic, reason and intellect. He is the observer, the investigator and collector of data … in his most inhuman form mirrored by Magnusson. The cold, hard DATA stored inside a massive mind palace. At the same time Mycroft is the BRAIN that worries constantly and tries to work in the most optimal way for his human body … Sherlock. Hence the Janus-faced behaviour, which mirrors the massive inner conflict of someone who want’s to be a snow-capped mountain but is actually a volcano.

Jim Moriarty - thankfully Jim says who he is. He is MR SEX. And he behaves like it throughout the whole story. No reason to doubt him.

DI Lestrade - he is also rather easy to decypher, I guess. He represents the WORK.

Mrs. Hudson - she represents LOVE. Martha Louise Hudson has the same initials as Mummy Holmes ... M.L.H. And she behaves like a mother for Sherlock since the beginning.

John Watson - what does he represent? Is it LOVE? Yes, it is. And his main mirror, in almost every facet, is Molly Hooper. They differ just in one aspect … while Molly expresses her romantic feelings for Sherlock activly right from the beginning, John constantly denies such feelings when they are hinted at by other people.

In ancient Greece there were four different meanings of LOVE

agape (unconditional love for god, children, a spouse)

eros (sexual passion, intimate love)

philia (affectionate friendship between equals)

storge (empathy and affection within a family)

This is just a short summary but I think it is very important to distinguish the different types of love in this story. According to those distinctions, I equal LOVE-philia with FRIENDSHIP in this post, while LOVE-eros means love mingled with sexual desire.

The fixed point in a changing age

John Watson is the fixed point when everything else around him changes. What does this mean? What has never changed since the birth of Sherlock Holmes, more than hundred years ago? His friendship with John Watson. And exactly this is how Sherlock BBC begins as well. John starts as flatmate and colleague and very soon he becomes the friend, the only friend, the best friend, the best man and finally family. And though Sherlock makes this statement at the wedding in TSOT:

All emotions, and in particular love, stand opposed to the pure, cold reason I hold above all things.

... he declares just moments later, that he is ‘one of the two people who love John most in all this world’. This is almost the same wording John uses earlier, when he asks Sherlock to be the best man at his wedding …. that Sherlock is ‘one of the two people that John loves and cares about most in the world’. The third person mentioned in both statements is each time Mary. As ‘best man and groom’ and in the presence of ‘the bride’, the statements of both men turns automatically into a declaration of a loving FRIENDSHIP.

And that’s the crux of the matter, I think. The friendship of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson is one of the greatest and most famous in literary history. In canon as well as in the many adaptions. There’s rarely an occasion where one man appears without the other. Sherlock himself puts it in a nutshell in His Last Vow:

If you know who I am, then you know who he is …

Another adaptation, different words but the same meaning.

The pic above is from ‘The Incident at Victoria Falls’ with Christopher Lee and Patrick Macnee as Holmes and Watson (1992) In this adaptation a real heap of little things can be discoverd, that remind strongly of Sherlock BBC … actually, more than there are in TPLOSH.

There is friendship and there is love, between Holmes and Watson. Ever has been ... unchanged … for more than hundred years. I guess no one would deny that. But a loving friendship is not the same as a romantic and sexual relationship. And the missing factor in that equation is, well ….. SEX.

But what happens, if one adds SEX to the longstanding, classical formula of FRIENDSHIP and LOVE(philia)?

Back to Bart’s roof ...

... and to Sherlock’s special problem. This time with John representing those famous FRIENDSHIP/LOVE-philia. Reading it like this, I get:

Sherlock is terrified that SEX might kill FRIENDSHIP and as a consequence LOVE and WORK

No unrealistic fear, I would say. This can indeed happen. If friendship turns into a romantic/sexuell relationship …. and if then this relationship fails … the friendship is most likely gone as well. And it looks very much as if Sherlock has exactly these concerns. The ‘skip code’, delivered to him by his FACADE, in The Empty Hearse, seems to confirm that assumption.

John or James Watson? Saint or Sinner? James or John? The more is Less?

John/FRIENDSHIP or James/SEX? The more is less?

Beware Sherlock, what you choose, because it will have consequences and if you really want MORE you could get LESS in the end.

Right from the start, SEX lurkes at the margins of this story. First as the barking dog in the night (for the subtestual reading of ‘dogs’ in this story I recommend @sagestreet ‘s excellent Follow the Dog metas). Then Jim Moriarty appears, the criminal mastermind who seems to pull each and every string.

The introduction of Holme’s famous archenemy Prof. Moriarty, right at the beginning, is the first major divergence from canon in this adaptation. In Sherlock BBC, John Watson and Jim Moriarty enter Sherlock’s life at the same time. While John makes Sherlock’s aquaintance and soon becomes his flatmate, colleague and friend, Jim sponsors serial killer Hope and causes the ‘pink case’, the ‘great game’ and then ‘Reichenbach’ … Rich Brook …. himself.

From the beginning then ….

Source of promo pic S1 X (Feature of interest: the E next to Sherlock)

Sherlock enjoys FRIENDSHIP and is at the same time fascinated by SEX. This changes only at the pool in TGG, when he begins to assume that SEX might harm or even kill FRIENDSHIP. And so he starts to investigate SEX more closely.

The woman woman

The case of Irene Adler/MRS SEX is the first obvious sex-case of the story. Significantly, it is Mycroft/BRAIN who summons Sherlock to eliminate the scandalous problem. John/FRIENDSHIP and Mrs.Hudson/LOVE are seriously threatened by the ‘archer, while Sherlock himself gets beaten and drugged by Irene/MRS SEX.

The simple but dangerous ‘chemistry of love’ runs through his system. And though Mycroft/BRAIN demands insistently that he should stay out of the matter from now on, Sherlock investigates further. Mycroft/BRAIN tries to defeat terrorists/EMOTIONS. But the ‘neat’ plan turns out to be a boomerang which backfires at its creator and Jim/MR SEX wins the game. As a consequence Sherlock’s fear gets unleashed by his own BRAIN and the HOUND breaks free. This leads to the second sex-case of the story ….

The Hound is loose

Simple dogs and monstrous hounds … the ones are used as symbols for plain and simple sex and the other ones represent a deep-seated fear of sex.

The nameless, red Irish Setter, right at the beginning of THOB, is the first real dog in that episode. Henry Knight, Sherlock’s mirror, screams in terror when he comes eye to eye with it. At that point, the little boy has already replaced the simple dog with the monster from hell ….

Near the end of the episode Sherlock imagines Jim/SEX to be the creator of the fear inducing aerosol that poisones the air. The chemistry of LOVE (eros) fills the air and awakens the desire for SEX. Episodes later Mycroft/BRAIN will ask Sherlock to remember a name …. RedBeard. And that name gets a shape for the first time in HLV. RedBeard will turn out to be a red Irish Setter.

RedBeard, the Irish Setter, seems to be an important Holmes family issue. Mycroft, Sherlock and Eurus definitely know about the dog. Appart from them, there are only two other characters involved with RedBeard.

Jim/SEX - Eurus points very clearly in this direction when she uses the name RedBeard in Jim’s presence in TFP. Is she passing on a secret or does she call him by his real name? Exaggerated by fear, Jim/SEX turns into the HOUND. But beneath that monster from hell should exist a simple dog … and the memory of something Sherlock witnessed as a boy, something that most likely had to do with sex.

John/FRIENDSHIP - has also very close connections to RedBeard. @devoursjohnlock explains this wonderfully in The Dog Philosophy . RedBeard the dog is expected to be in the well. But instead of dogs bones, Sherlock finds the two persons in it, whom he calls ‘best friends’. John and little Victor Trevor. Both look too similar to be just a simple coincidence.

Again, Jim and John are closely interwoven. The double coding happens, because in this adaptation John/FRIENDSHIP is 'infected’ by Jim/SEX - the virus in the data - from the first episode onwards. Emotions, romantic feelings, sexual desire … first unnoticed, then unacknowledged and unrequitted. For Sherlock, Jim/SEX, becomes his very personal HOUND, his deep-seated fear that SEX might kill FRIENDSHIP. And the cause for that fear seems to be located in Sherlock’s past.

Twenty years ago …. something disappeared

Twenty year old disappearance; a monstrous hound? I wouldn’t miss this for the world! (Sherlock, THOB)

The kid who owned these trainers came to London from Sussex twenty years ago and left them behind … Oh … Carl Powers … It’s where I began. (Sherlock, TGG)

It looks like Carl Powers’ death and the death and disappearance of Henry Knight’s father (his body was never recovered) happened at the same time. Coincidence?

The ancient hound

Dog-sounds in the night, missing shoes, a monstrous hound …. who would not instantly think of ACDs famous novel The Hound of the Baskervilles. Someone steals shoes to send a hound.

According to the ancient tale, the monsterous hound appeares because of the unfulfilled sexuell desires of Sir Hugo Baskerville. That man prescribes his soul to the devil, if only he can lay hands on the object of his lust again, who was able to flee his clutches. Sir Hugo … ‘found the cage empty and the bird escaped’ (ACD Hound). Has the devil granted him his wish? The girl is dead when the men find her, but apparently she wasn’t killed by the hound. It is Sir Hugo whose throat got ripped out by the monster.

Unsurprisingly, even the hound in canon has to do with sex.

Showdown on the roof ...

In the wake of the hound-episode, Jim/SEX unfolds all his power, breaks into the most secure places, opens the doors for dangerous criminals (emotions) and reaches for crown and sceptre of the king. This happens in The Reichenbach Fall - the third sex-case of the story. Sherlock comes to the decision that it’s enough, that he doesn’t want to lose FRIENDSHIP(philia), LOVE (storge) nor WORK ... that he is too clever to become ‘a prisoner of his own meat’. And so he acts accordinly. Sherlock forces Jim/SEX into suicide. He rejects his own sexuality. But by doing so, he willingly kills an important part of himself. Hence his own ‘suicide’ at the same time.

SEX/Jim is kept inside a padded cell, chainded to the wall with an iron leash and a collar round his neck, fitting for the HOUND from hell Sherlock sees in him.

LOVE(philia)/John is guarded from now on by a strong FACADE/Mary.

LOVE(eros)/Molly - John’s mirror, is reduced to UNREQUITTED LOVE and to suffering but stays a friend.

EMOTIONS are locked up in Sherrinford (Sherlock’s innermost core) behind elephant glass.

FACADE/Mary - is raised as a guardian to keep unwanted emotions and memory at a distance. There has to be a ‘gap’ between that kind of suff and Sherlock. Always ‘mind the gap’ ...

Everything should be fine and secure. John/LOVE(philia) doesn’t burn to ashes and the gigantic bomb, placed in the underground transport system, beneath the seat of the government, of Mycroft/BRAIN, is switched off in time. As it turns out, there is always something that gets overlooked. There’s a virus in the system … and the snowcapped volcano is rumbling.

Guy Fawkes and Lord Moran

Both men are known for their attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament. Guy Fawkes as a historical character. Lord Moran in Sherlock BBCs The Empty Hearse.

Lord Moran - this character is based on Colonel Sebastian Moran from ACDs story The Empty House. In canon, Moran is the right hand man of Prof. Moriarty and described as the second most dangerous man in London. Using this special character for the role as ‘big rat’ behind the planned attack on the government in The Empty Hearse, connects the whole event automatically to Jim Moriarty …. even in the absence of the criminal mastermind himself.

Guy Fawkes - has no personal appearance in this story but …. the whole sequence with the explosive carriage in the underground/Underground (and a little bit more) is taken from the movie V for Vendetta, featuring a futuristic Guy Fawkes character. Furthermore, the main event of the episode is set round the historical date 5th of November (remember, remember) …. the Guy Fawkes Day. And the ‘guy’ who almost burns to ashes in the bonfire is nobody else but John Watson. ‘John is quite the guy’ … that’s also one of the music-titles for this ep.

By using the intermediaries Lord Moran and Guy Fawkes, the key characters of the story, Jim and John, are not only cleverly concealed but also both closely connected to the explosion of the parliament/Mycroft/BRAIN, while John, at the same time, is also in great danger to burn in the bonfire. Exactly what Sherlock probably fears could happen …. that FRIENDSHIP and LOVE would burn to ashes if ‘philia’ mingles with/turns into ‘eros’ …. if the FRIEND becomes the LOVER.

Three solutions - three choices

“Beware Sherlock, what you choose, because it will have consequences and if you really want MORE you could get LESS in the end” …. and so Sherlock dismisses LOVE(eros) and SEX and chooses BRAIN to keep LOVE(philia) safe.

With this in mind, isn’t it interesting what Sherlock says episodes later, near the end of The Lying Deteective?

Must be something comforting about the number three. People always give up after three. (Sherlock, TLD)

Does this mean that Sherlock has found a fourth solution, a fourth possible option for himself and his problem? In S4 …. after adding the ‘eurus factor’ to his equation? It almost looks like it.

Good old Dr. Watson ….. back to the beginning

Sherlock uses those words in PILOT, when it becomes clear that the police has arrived in front of 221b, alerted by his new aquaintance, John Watson. At that time, he knows the doctor for just a couple of hours. A very strange choice of words in a scene right at the beginning of Sherlock’s and John’s relationship. As mentioned above, the quote is from His Last Bow, the final adventure of Holmes and Watson, set in August 1914. This is the whole paragraph … and also the end of the story, the end of all the stories about Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson in canon:

The two friends chatted in intimate converse for a few minutes, recalling once again the days of the past whilst their prisoner vainly wriggled to undo the bonds that held him. As they turned to the car, Holmes pointed back to the moonlit sea, and shook a thoughtful head.

'There's an east wind coming, Watson.'

'I think not, Holmes. It is very warm.'

'Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. Start her up, Watson, for it's time that we were on our way. I have a cheque for five hundred pounds which should be cashed early, for the drawer is quite capable of stopping it, if he can.' (ACD His Last Bow)

And in Sherlock BBC the ‘canon-end’ becomes the ‘beginning’ of a new adaptation. Indeed, an interesting choice.

John is ‘the one fixed point in a changing age’ while Jim ‘I’m soooo changable’ Moriarty uses the name Rich Brook as his alias … Reichenbach …. Turner’s (the changer’s) masterpiece. ‘Informtion is the power to change’, it says in His Last Vow. And a big thank you @gosherlocked for reminding me of Mrs. Hudson and her ‘next door friend’ - Mrs. Turner - who got ‘married ones’. :)))

Choices and consequences throughout the whole story. But the main theme seems to be ….

.... changing/turning ….

And this brings me back to little Rosie and the full name chosen for her: Rosamund. Molly Hooper, John’s mirror for LOVE-Eros, gives the explanation for that name

MOLLY: Means ‘rose of the world.’

Rosa mundi is also a very well known historical rose, bred in England, named after Rosamund Clifford, the beautiful mistress of Henry II of England, a rose with great history. And this special rose is also known as Rosa Versicolor - the rose of turning/changing colour.

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

October, 2018

@gosherlocked @possiblyimbiassed @raggedyblue @sherlockshadow @sarahthecoat @loveismyrevolution @sagestreet

#the big question #the meaning of reichenbach #john or james #metaphorical reading

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Trapped between Madonna and the Solar System.

Chapter 3 : Aren't you too old to be member of a fan-club?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

At the back of the car, Sherlock is fuming! How can his brother - it's got to be Mycroft! - had the nerve to interfere in his life like this! I'm not a child and anyway if he wanted to save me so badly he could have arrived sooner in Serbia. Oh God, I stink... The day can't possibly get any worse!

In the front of the car, John and Mary were discussing the situation as discretely as possible.

"One month, Mary, it took only one month for him to go back to... GOD I'm furious, I can't believe it, what a waste. I should have seen it coming and..."

"It's not your fault, he's a grown man. You can be responsible for all his actions... Maybe it's not what you're thinking. He talked about what? Undercover work? Maybe he's not that high, wait for Molly before making assumptions."

John looks at Mary with a "are you serious?" expression. He's a bloody doctor and she's a nurse. Sherlock was high as a fucking kite, no doubt about it. "Yeah, let's wait for Molly" he says with an unconvinced tone.

"Could you please stop talking about me as if I was deaf?" Sherlock shouts from the backseat, still energetically trying to untie his arms to be able to remove the security belt and get out of this damn car. "Hey, you idiot! Where's my phone? Give it to me! I don't know why you are in charge, soldier usually only good for following orders. I certainly hope for you, madam, that you're not planning to have a baby with him because..." At these words, John turns around and tries to knock some sense into Sherlock but wasn’t able to touch him because the bastard had scooted as far from John as possible. "Don’t act like you can do anything that you want with ME! I'm fully here you know!" the detective shouts.

Yeah, we know... that's the problem. John replies silently disgusted by his friend's attitude but still trying to act like a doctor should in front of an intoxicated patient. It's not personal, it's not personal, it's not personal he repeats to himself as a mantra...

They leave Isaac to his mom and go directly to the hospital after, the sooner this ridiculous situation is over the better.

In the lab, Molly is finishing the analysis on Sherlock's sample. Only the soothing but 'business as usual' presence of Molly makes it possible for Sherlock to calm down enough to cooperate. Asking ME to get out of the washroom but being ok with Molly! I can't believe it! I'm his bloody doctor. John mutters to himself. Or at least, I was... He trusts her far more than me. It's true that MOLLY was part of the big scheme while I was pushed away like a liability.

Sherlock is standing as far away as possible from John and Mary and mumbling "The man refuses to give back my phone, it's inconceivable! Why are they still there, can't they just go away? This is none of their business... Molly, could I use your phone?" the last words are spoken louder but still only for the woman's benefit. She puts her phone away in her lab coat and looks at John.

"Well? Is he clean?" John asks, certain of the result anyway but still hoping for a miracle. I never so wanted to be wrong.

"Clean?" Molly explodes as she walks to stand in front of Sherlock.

To the surprise of everyone, she slaps the tall man hard. A few times. Sherlock makes a face but says nothing. "How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with? And how dare you betray the love of your friends? Say you’re sorry."

"Sorry your engagement’s over – though I’m fairly grateful for the lack of a ring. But I don't think Lestrade or Mrs.Hudson will feel betrayed if they learn about this. They both have seen me in far worse shape and will know that this is a controlled usage. And you... you should know better... I was undercover for God sakes!"

"Stop it. Just stop it. You know we all care about you so much!" Molly insists, nearly crying.

John pulled Sherlock aside to try to put some sense into the man. "If you were anywhere near this kind of thing again, you could have called someone." You could have talked to me. Even if you don't consider me on your select list of friends apparently...

The tall man looks at him with a hint of distaste in the eyes. "Please do relax. This is all for a case. Give me back my phone and tell Mycroft to back off, I don't need a babysitter or a bodyguard."

"All that for a case?" he gives the phone back to Sherlock, there's no point keeping it now, "What kind of case would need you doing this?"

"You won't understand, it's far from your league. If you want to play mind games I might as well ask you why you’ve started cycling to your unsatisfactory workplace."

"No. We’re not playing this game." John says, walking away and shaking his head at the nerve of Sherlock.

"Quite recently, I’d say. You’re very determined about it."

"Not. Interested."

Looking at his phone, Sherlock exclaims. "Ah! Finally! Oh, excellent news – the best. There’s every chance that my drug habit might hit the newspapers. The game is on." He heads for the door with a wave of the hand and a "See you later Molly!". As if the others two weren’t in the laboratory. "He's not going anywhere alone in this condition. Not if I can stop him!" John kisses his wife rapidly and starts running after the madman after a reassuring glance to Molly.

In the taxi, Sherlock focuses solely on his phone, taping rapidly. At a light, he raises his head and looks to his right, and realizes with astonishment that the strange man that keeps interfering is beside him.

"Hang on – what are you doing there. And weren’t there other people? A woman?"

"I’m taking you home. We did discuss it." In fact, John simply followed a distracted Sherlock in his taxi without saying anything.

"I must have filtered. I have to filter out a lot of witless babble. I’ve got Mrs. Hudson, my landlady, on semi-permanent mute."

Not stating the fact that he knows who Mrs Hudson is, John studies his former flatmate as discreetly as possible. What's wrong with him? Drugs may change how the mind thinks, cause paranoia... But how come he reacts like this only to Mary and me... What have we done? What went wrong since the wedding? The last time we talked was... at the reception. Have I really not talk to him in a month? My best friend? Culpability was slowly replacing anger. What can be done now, not much. It's no use to talk to him as long as he's high anyway.

The car stops in front of 221b, "What is my brother doing here?" the detective explodes getting out of the cab.

"So I’ll just pay, then, shall I?"

"Put it on your expense account, I'm certain the government won't fuss for 10 pounds."

Before John can scream a "What's your bloody problem Sherlock!" the door opens to reveal Mycroft. The man, who was sitting on the stairs, puts a slight smile on his face before he says "Well, then, Sherlock. Back on the sauce?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I phoned him. ’Course I bloody phoned him." John explains.

"Of course, part of the job. How does it feels to be a sniffing dog, probably wasn't your aspiration when you left Afghanistan!"

Mycroft interrupts, not liking the direction of the conversation. What's wrong with his brother? "’Course he bloody phones me. Now, save me a little time. Where should we be looking?"

"We?" Sherlock responds before then hears voices upstairs. That voice... Anderson!

"Mr. Holmes?" Anderson asked while opening and closing all the cupboards in the kitchen.

"For God’s sake! Get out of my kitchen!" Sherlock shouts before throwing himself into his chair to sulk.

"I’m sorry, Sherlock. It’s for your own good. Hello Doctor Watson." he replies with an apologetic gesture.

Mycroft follows his brother into the apartment. "Some members of your little fan club. Do be polite. They’re entirely trustworthy and even willing to search through the toxic waste dump that you are pleased to call a flat. You’re a celebrity these days, Sherlock. You can’t afford a drug habit."

Sherlock jumps from his chair to scrutinize John who is talking with Anderson. "Is this what you are finally, a groupie? Aren't you too old to be a member of a fan club?" Looking to his brother he adds "I do not have a drug habit! Get out!"

The doctor's attention is focused on his missing chair in the lounge, so he does not hear the detective's outburst. Turning toward Sherlock, he asks "Hey, why only one chair? The place is big enough for two..."

"It was not useful and blocking my view to the kitchen." Sherlock snarls.

Hurt by the comment, John muttered to Mycroft "Well, it’s good to be missed!"

"Anderson, what have you found so far? Clearly nothing. But... Your bedroom door is shut."

Sherlock let go a profound sigh, no chance he misses that!

"You haven’t been home all night. So, why would a man who has never knowingly closed the door without the direct orders of his mother bother to do so on this occasion?"

He walks to the bedroom and puts his hand on the knob waiting for a reaction from Sherlock. "Okay, stop! Just stop. Point made."

John stares at his friend "Jesus, Sherlock!"

"Have to phone our parents, of course, in Oklahoma. Won’t be the first time that your substance abuse has wreaked havoc with their line-dancing."

"This is not what you think. This is for a case."

"What case could possibly justify this?" Mycroft asks.

"Magnussen. Charles Augustus Magnussen."

Looking to Anderson and the woman that was with him with a dark gaze, Mycroft declares, "That name you think you may have just heard – you were mistaken. If you ever mention hearing that name in this room, in this context, I guarantee you – on behalf of the British security services – that materials will be found on your computer hard drives resulting in your immediate incarceration. Don’t reply – just look frightened and scuttle."

They both leave as quickly as possible and close the door of the flat.

Sherlock opens the door and scream in the stairway "Anderson! You've forgotten someone." motioning his hand to John who (asking help to all the deity he can think of) merely rolls his eyes at Sherlock's inconsiderate words. God, I need a pint!

Mycroft looking strangely to his brother moves where John is standing and slowly adds, "I hope I won’t have to threaten you as well."

"Well, I think we’d both find that embarrassing." John chuckles.

Sherlock let go a little laugh, looking at the ex-army-doctor with a new appreciation.

"Magnussen is not your business, brother"

"Oh, you mean he’s yours, Mycroft."

"You may consider him under my protection. If you go against Magnussen, then you will find yourself going against me."

"Okay. I’ll let you know if I notice." He walks back to the door "Hum, what was I going to say? Oh, yeah. Bye-bye."

He opens the door widely for Mycroft. Before he leaves, the older Holmes faces Sherlock one more time to profess a menacing "Unwise, brother mine."

Not realizing the degree of exasperation of his brother, Mycroft found himself slammed on the wall with one of his arm twist forcefully under his back.

"Brother mine; don’t appall me when I’m high."

John runs to the brothers quickly. "Mycroft, don’t say another word. Just go. He could snap you in two, and right now I am slightly worried that he might. Don’t speak. Just leave."

The minor government official lefts the two men together and nearly run down the stairs.

"Magnussen?" John asks hoping that being alone with the detective may help to sort out all this awkwardness.

"You're still there? You'll never give up aren't you?" or maybe not, John sighs internally.

"I’m meeting him in three hours. I need a bath. Just leave or I will have to call NYS on you for trespass and harassment." Sherlock declares to the short blond man who remains exactly where he was without any movement toward the exit.

"It’s for a case, you said? What sort of case?"

Frowning in exasperation, but curiously and strangely happy to have someone to talk too, Sherlock affirms with an irritated voice "Too big and dangerous for any sane individual to get involved in."

"You trying to put me off?

The detective stops in front of the bathroom and turns to check the man who has been intruding in his life since the morning. Ex-army, sergeant or captain. Doctor. Husband. Choleric. Not as idiotic as the others. Courageous. Reckless. Loves the danger. Sassy. Not afraid of Mycroft whatever the connection is between them. Loyal... "God, no. Trying to recruit you." the detective says before closing the door behind him with a crooked smile.

John lets go of a breath he doesn’t realize he was keeping and walks around the flat, waiting for Sherlock. A case. A case is good; if something can put everything right it is a case!

The door of the bedroom opens quietly, turning on his feet John stares with incredulity as Janine walks out of the detective's private room. Janine. Mary's friend. What the bloody hell, this day will never end!

"Oh, John, hi." she laughs; trying to pull down a bit the shirt (Sherlock's!) she was wearing. "How are you?"

"Janine?"

"Sorry. Not dressed. Has everybody gone? I heard shouting."

"Yes, they’re gone." The wonder still tainted John's voice.

"God, look at the time. I’ll be late. Sounded like an argument. Was it Mike? They’re always fighting. Oh, could you be a love and put some coffee on?"

"... Sure, right, yeah."

"Thanks." She lefts for the bedroom but add quickly "Ooh, how’s Mary? How’s married life?"

"She’s fine. We’re both fine, yeah." he walks to the kitchen looking for the coffee. Everything can't be in the wrong place, it's only been a month for God sakes since the last time I was here!

"Oh, it’s over there now. Where’s Sherl?"

John can't keep inside an incredulous "Sherl!" before explaining to Janine that the man was having a bath. What the hell, a woman, Janine! in the flat... It can't be... I must ask Mary if Janine told her something about this during their "girly talks".

His mind returns to the present time when he hears Janine knocks on the door and GOING INSIDE THE BLOODY BATHROOM WHILE SHERLOCK WAS IN THE BATH!!

"Morning! Room for a little one?!" after that, John can only hear the detective's deep laughs and Janine's giggles.

Oooooh! Did I fall into a Twilight Zone episode!!!

"What the hell is going on!" John nearly shouts for the hundred times in the last few hours.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10958313/chapters/24462282#workskinComplete on AO3, next chapter “Pressure point: John Watson (status to be clarify)”

#sherlock #fanfic #season 3 episode 3 rewrite #His Last Vow re-write

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John Mitchell on his colourful relationship with Warren Gatland

England & # 39; s John Mitchell and Wales & # 39; Warren Gatland will renew the old rivalry

former flatmates and arch rivals: England defender-coach John Mitchell on his colorful relationship with Wales boss Warren Gatland

The couple played for Waikato when they were British and Irish lions thrown together in 1993

Chris Foy for the Daily Mail

Published: 22:33 GMT, February 18, 2019 | Updated: 22:33 GMT, February 18, 2019

Many years ago and thousands of miles away, John Mitchell realized that Warren Gatland had a keen rugby spirit and was a smart man-manager – but he was not cut out for laying sewers. The English Kiwi defense guru will renew an old rivalry and a known knowledge on Saturday when the national team in Cardiff faces Wales.

The head coach of the hosts and former harlot from New Zealand shared a house with Mitchell, who was his provincial captain.

Together they helped beat famous Waikato de Lions in 1993, but at club level they were frequent opponents who had to stay apart on the eve of competitions against each other.

It is a whim of sporting fate that the couple prepares to close horns again, on this side of the world. Mitchell, 54, said: & # 39; I was his captain. There were probably five teachers – strong personalities – and he was one of them.

& # 39; He was always very good. He had the ability to manage people very well. I remember that he trained as a teacher. He had to do some extra work to survive as a student, but after a day he gave up draining because of the blisters!

& # 39; As a player he was a very good pitcher of the ball and an exceptional scrummager. He started out as an 8, giving you an idea of his versatility – and he was a very good cricketer.

There was a time when the two men had shelter in what Mitchell a "student & # 39; named home & # 39 ;, along with two other teammates, one of which would be the best man at Mitchell's wedding.

& # 39; We were in opposite clubs, so when we played together, there was always tension the night before … so one would leave the house for the night, "Mitchell said. & # 39; I was the one who wanted to have my focus a bit earlier, so I would go to my girlfriend.

& # 39; I played for Hamilton Old Boys and I played for Fraser Tech – we were arch rivals. Then I went to a club called Taupiri just outside Hamilton and the rivalry went on.

& # 39; We played together in an incredible Waikato team. It was an extraordinary group of people who went for coaching for whatever reason. At that time Waikato trained in Cambridge, 30 or 40 miles away, so we would do a carpooling. There were about six of us in the car. I was a large-scale land surveyor at the time.

& # 39; I had an Austin Kimberley. It was like an open lounge with a fire – it was so big! The boys seemed to like it because there was enough space. & # 39;

Away from his memory strip, Mitchell is full of admiration for what Gatland, 55, has achieved as a goal

& # 39; He is brave and he is intelligent & # 39 ;, said the man who has fulfilled various coaching roles in different countries since his time in charge of the All Blacks.

& # 39; He has a very good education. He has seen all sides of the game as a player and he has clearly been an old coach, of which the majority was successful. He actually had to develop a backbynation. He has done well and he has not accepted any limit, which gives you an idea of how he is leading. He has a good way to motivate people. He's a good guy – funny too.

& # 39; He has been successful away from New Zealand and also in New Zealand. To take the Lions there and earn a chance to win that series – that was huge.

& # 39; It was unfortunate that New Zealand played some games with him with the red-nose cartoon and things that were not necessary, but probably motivated him. & # 39;

Gatland will certainly need no further motivation prior to his last Six Nations game against England as Wales' main coach, but the presence of his old roommate, teammate and rival in the visitors & # 39; coachbox will add an extra, personal dimension.

Mitchell praised the impressive coaching career of Gatland for both Wales and the Lions

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John Watson

Face-claim: Martin Freeman

Status: active

Biography:

John Hamish Watson (Martin Freeman) is Sherlock’s best friend and former flatmate. He is often a foil to Sherlock in both appearance and personality. Unlike Sherlock, Watson is short with blond hair. He is friendly, compassionate, patient and ‘human’ compared to Sherlock’s aloof, cold-hearted tendencies. He gets on better with the police and takes care of practical matters at their flat, apparently doing most of the shopping. Sherlock has called him “the wisest, warmest human being [he] knows”, and has stated that “the warmth and constancy of [Watson’s] friendship” can redeem even a “rude, ignorant, all-around obnoxious arsehole like [Sherlock].”

Watson seems to behave as Sherlock’s advocate, helping strangers to understand what they should expect from Sherlock as he helps Sherlock to behave in socially acceptable ways. He calmly but sternly corrects Sherlock when he is brash and helps “translate” sarcasm and “typical” human emotions, which Sherlock snidely refers to as “sentiment”, to him. John is very tolerant; as Sherlock’s flatmate he has to deal with everything from coming home to find Sherlock shooting holes in the wall to opening the refrigerator to discover a severed human head. He is shown to, in general, be very protective of Sherlock and his neurological differences; when, at the beginning of “The Hounds of Baskerville”, Sherlock is angrily pacing the sitting room of their flat, desperate for a case, John politely and respectfully encourages him and tries to help him find something to do, although, after Sherlock’s deduction of Mrs. Hudson proves extremely insulting, John tells him off and insists he apologize. One thing John will not do with Sherlock, however, is play the game Cluedo; Sherlock’s frustration that the inflexible rules of the game do not allow for scenarios that resemble realistic cases has apparently ruined the game for John. After he becomes engaged to Mary Morstan in Series Three, John develops a code with Mary that they use when one of them realizes that they need to privately discuss an issue Sherlock is having.

At the start of the series, John is recently invalided home from Afghanistan after serving with the Royal Army Medical Corps as part of Britain’s role in the 2001-2014 Afghanistan war. He was honourably discharged as a Captain. Prior to his military period, John read medicine at King’s College, London as seen on his CV. He is in possession of a pistol, with which he is highly proficient, being described as a “crack shot” by Sherlock.

At the beginning of the series, John has several medical issues: a psychosomatic limp in his right leg, a bullet wound in his left shoulder, and an “intermittent tremor” in his left hand. John’s therapist notes he has “trust issues” and PTSD, but Sherlock’s brother Mycroft says that far from being “haunted by the war” John actually misses the thrill of battle. Following a chase around London with Sherlock, in which he forgets his cane at a restaurant, John’s limp disappears, and Mycroft observes that in a stressful situation John has no sign of a hand tremor. When asked by Sherlock, on their first case together, whether he wants to see more horrible deaths, John responds, “Oh God, yes!” In the 3rd series, it is further elaborated that John is subconsciously addicted to danger. Sherlock explains that this is why John chose to put his trust in him, a sociopath who solves dangerous cases as an alternative to getting high, and fell in love with Mary, a former secret agent and assassin.

John is shown to be dependable and brave, with a strong sense of personal integrity. He refuses Mycroft’s offer to pay him to spy on Sherlock, despite only having just met Sherlock; however, Series 3 shows John informing Mycroft of anything wrong Sherlock has done, showing he will inform others of Sherlock’s actions if they are family. He is willing to use deadly force, but is only ever seen doing so when someone else’s life is in immediate danger. John also shows impressive physical strength; in the episode A Scandal in Belgravia, when a confused Sherlock, who has been rendered ill by Irene Adler’s poison, gets out of bed to search for her and falls, John is able to lift him from the floor to return him to bed.

In the first series John gets a locum job at a nearby general practice to supplement his pension. In the second series, John is referred to as Sherlock’s P.A. and is not shown working any other job. John writes about Sherlock’s cases on his blog, which attracts clients to them. He also gives the cases names he deems appropriate. Much to John’s constant annoyance, he is often mistaken for a gay man because of the time he spends around Sherlock. He is indicated to have had a number of short-lived relationships with women – one of whom is shown breaking up with him due to John’s commitment to Sherlock, saying, that “[Sherlock] is a very lucky man.” When he tells Mrs. Hudson that he is engaged, in season 3, her first question is “So, what’s his name?”

The only member of John’s family who has been alluded to thus far is his sister, Harriet (aka Harry), with whom he has an estranged relationship due to her being a heavy drinker. During their first case together, Sherlock deduces that John had refused to accept help from Harry after being invalided out of the army, even though the fact that she gave John her old phone is an indication that she wants to stay in touch with her brother. John was not too surprised when she didn’t show up to his wedding, noting a free bar would have been a bad mix with Harry around. Sherlock also guesses that John’s extended family is not very close to him.

Verses:

The Army Doctor: pre-series

The Flatmate: series one and two

The Family Man: series three to Mary’s death

The Forgotten Blogger: post-Mary’s death to the end of series four

The Friend: post-series four

Alternatively 1885: Victorian-era verse across all of my Sherlock muses. John, nor his interactions, are much different in this verse. His backstory is a bit different, as shown in TAB, and he is much more self-aware. He knows he’s a bit daft for adoring these adventures that he and Holmes go on, but he accepts the part of himself that craves them. He is less likely to consider any woman to be capable of anything having to do with the world that he delves into with Sherlock’s cases. He is still a soldier and an adrenaline addict, but now more than ever he is a product of his time. Until he isn’t. Because working with Sherlock Holmes has shown him just how far out of the norm of the days seemingly “normal” people can go, and that is why he has never and will never knowingly or willingly reveal Dr. Hooper’s secret. It’s why he noticed the truth about her in the first place. And it’s why, in this verse, he’s much more accepting of the spy that his wife revealed herself to be.

Road Less Traveled: any other AU

AUs:

So Many Ways To Be: (Descendants) the attending doctor to the Royal Family

Ever Ever After: (Fairytale) a healer employed by the military

Borrowed Babies: (Foster Care) foster father

I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good: (Harry Potter) Gryffindor seventh-year

There Was an Idea: (MCU) the army doctor twin brother of Everett Ross

Alternatively 1902: (Victorian) army doctor

Grow Up With the Land: (Wild West) doctor who fought in the Civil War

Forward To Victory: (World War II) army doctor

Starter Call

#muses #(john watson) while naming them

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