Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Helpless, John X Chubby!Reader

"Hello?"

"Hey Molly, it's (Y/n)."

"Are you alright? You sound funny."

"I-Are you able to get over here?"

"In this weather? All of the cabs and buses are shut down. What's wrong?"

"...Nothing. I can handle it. Stay warm Molly, stay warm!"

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"Have you seen (Y/n) recently? She's usually up to visit regularly but she hasn't been here in a few days." The man looked at his friend in concern. Sherlock simply shrugged, too engrossed in his specimen to care. John's phone buzzed.

You should go check on (Y/n). She called me but I can't get to her. -Molly

"Sherlock, I'm going to her flat." John put on his coat and rushed down the stairs. Why had she called Molly when he and Sherlock lived just down the street? He trudged through the snow until he reached her building. She had given him a key a while back so he could get in if he ever needed a break from the consulting detective. He entered her first floor flat, taking his coat off and laying it on the sofa back.

"Molly?" (Y/n)'s voice called from the bathroom. As he neared, John could hear soft cussing and pained grunts.

"It's me." He answered. Again she cursed.

"Did Molly send you?" There was a thud and a sharp breath. John jiggled the door handle, to find it locked.

"What happened? Let me in."

"I can't!" She yelled. The door clicked after a bit and John let himself in. On the floor was his (h/c) friend with her towel covering what she could of her body. "Please don't look! I'm so fat." Their eyes locked for a split second.

"Jesus, (Y/n)!" He knelt at her side.

"I was drying off and my back went out causing my legs to buckle." (Y/n) sniffled, tears rolling down her face both from pain and embarrassment. The doctor grabbed her clothes from the shelf against the opposite wall.

"I'll help you." He knew she was going to protest so he quickly grabbed her underwear, lifting her feet and sliding them on so that she could pull them the rest of the way up. He looked away as she did so. Next, he handed her her shirt. She put her arms through, gripping his arm to keep herself upright while her free hand pulled it down.

"Shorts?" She asked when he suddenly stood.

"No, we don't want to risk hurting you anymore." He held out his hands for her to grab. (Y/n) struggled to stand, falling into John who just held her until she was steady.

"Don't look at my legs." She begged as he helped her limp to her bedroom. John laid her on her uninjured side, running back to the bathroom to find her liniment.

"Where are the problem areas?" He asked softly. She refused to answer. "Please, (Y/n). I can't help you if you don't show me." Reluctantly, a (s/c) finger grazed her hip and lower back. Quietly, John massaged the gel into her sore spots.

"John, I'm sorry." (Y/n) apologized. "I'm sorry you had to come over and do this." He could tell she was crying again.

"It's no problem, I swear. Don't be sorry." He laughed a bit. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be stuck in the flat with the consulting idiot." She chuckled at him.

"I just hate feeling helpless." She sighed, looking at the man. "Thank you." John smiled, finishing up with her aches.

"How about I get a movie and we watch it?" He covered her up and left to get a dvd. "I grabbed (favourite movie), is that ok?" The (h/c) nodded so he put it in and cut on her tv, laying beside her. He gently stroked her hair, positioning himself so she couldn't roll over but could still lean against him to alleviate the pressure on her hip. She soon fell asleep, mumbling in her dreams.

"-ohn, John." The doctor stopped rubbing her head.

"I'm here, love." He kissed the top of her hair. "I'll always be here."