Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

It Makes Us Friends, Jim M. X Chubby!Reader

You're ugly

Why are you so fat

No one likes you

She walked down the hallway with her eyes cast down. How could children be so cruel to one another? Students ran into her on purpose.

"Move it."

"Watch it, porky!"

One boy pushed the girl to the ground, scattering her books and papers.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?" He sneered. The boy stepped on her work. "Oh, I'm sorry. I messed up your precious homework." He ground his foot and ripped up an essay. No one stopped him. No one helped the girl.

"The homework is not what I cherish, it's the knowledge that you'll never be anything in this life other than absolutely stupid that brings a smile to my miserable face. How does it feel to be imbecilic and dull, Carl?" The girl glared at him as she spat in his face.

"How dare you!" He raised a hand to strike her.

"Mr. Powers, what is going on?" A teacher stepped out of her room.

"(Y/n) had fallen and I was simply helping her up." He said innocently. The teacher eyed the girl.

"It's true, Miss." She sighed. (Y/n) gathered up her papers and things, hurrying to her class.

~

Her (h/c) hair fluttered as she went to her locker. (Y/n) was less afraid to walk down the halls of the middle school than she had been a year ago. She noticed a commotion a ways down from her locker.

"Irish trash!" A familiar voice said harshly, laughing. (Y/n) pushed through the crowd of 11-year-olds to see who Carl's newest victim was. A boy with black hair stared boredly at the bully. "What did you call me?"

"I called you stupid, though now that I think on it," His Irish lilt filled (Y/n)'s ears. "Calling you that would be an insult to all the stupid people in the world." She smiled at his insult.

"You litt-!" Carl started to shout at the boy.

"You know, a boy with your IQ should have a lower voice to match." (Y/n) shoved him away. She turned to the new boy. "Ignore him, if idiots could fly, this would be an airport. Carl here, the pilot." The boy laughed.

"Shut it pig." Carl growled at her.

"You know that pigs are much more intelligent than you right? Thanks Carl, such a nice compliment." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the Irish boy's hand, leading him out of the crowd of students. The two stopped once they reached the roof. "I come here to get away from them all." (Y/n) sat on the ledge, feet swinging over the ground two stories below.

"Those wretched children, do they always pick on the abnormal? The intelligent?" She nodded.

"I've dealt with this lot for years. Most of them used to be my friends but then they got older. They got mean." The girl glanced at him with curiosity lacing her (e/c) eyes. "When did you start here? I've never seen you around before."

"I just transferred after someone at my last school...disappeared." He smirked maliciously at the last part.

"What's your name?" He sat beside her.

"Jim."

"I'm (Y/n)." She smiled at him. Maybe he was diffe-

"(Y/n), have you ever considered getting rid of the problem?" Her chest tightened and she looked out across the parking lot.

"I've tried to lose weight but it ju-"

"No, not you darling. You are not the problem, you're perfect." Jim grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. "I meant Carl Powers." She blushed a bit.

"I-I mean I've mentally annihilated him more times than the universe has stars, but I don-"

"How? Tell me some of your ideas." He was sincerely interested in what her advanced brain had came up with.

"Well my most probable way was using his eczema against him." The Irish boy smiled.

"That's brilliant."

"Thanks." (Y/n) blushed more, no one had ever complimented her on her murder plots before. "He uses a cream for his sores. I always imagined putting some kind of natural poison in it and letting it seep into his body with applications. I can't figure out one I liked though."

"Clostridium botulinum." Jim suggested.

"The bacterium they use in botox? Perhaps, but I don't see how two eleven year-olds are going to get a hold of that." She sighed. He stood, ruffling her (h/l) locks.

"I'll take care of it. You just get his medication." (Y/n) looked at him in surprise.

"You mean you're going...kill him?" She whispered the last part. He laughed.

"No, darling. We are going to kill him." The boy left. The (h/c) ran downstairs to find Carl's locker. She stopped, raising a shaking hand to the combination lock. Was she really going to do this? Was she going to kill a boy because he had made her life hell? What if they got caught? She turned the lock to see the numbers scratched into the metal. Idiot, she rolled her eyes. He's too stupid to even remember a simple four digit combination. She turned the dial and lifted the knob, revealing Carl's belongings. (Y/n) snatched the tube and slammed the locker shut before she slid the cream in her pocket.

~

"(Y/n) look!" Jim shook the girl awake. She bolted upright and glanced at the clock.

"What the hell, it's five am!" She whispered angrily. "How did you get in my room?" The black haired boy shoved a newspaper in her face.

"We did it!" He was so excited. (Y/n) noticed the headline: 'Promising Swimmer Drowns During Practice'.

"It says his muscles locked up. That was us!" She felt sick, rushing to the adjoining bathroom to wretch. Jim followed her, kneeling beside her and rubbing her back. "I-we killed him." She fell back against the sink cabinet, holding her temples. Her body trembled with fear.

"Calm down. (Y/n), look at me and breathe." Jim soothed. (Y/n) flitted her (e/c) eyes to his, tears already pooling. "We rid the world of a cruel person. He hurt you, so we hurt him." He pulled her into a tight hug.

"What does this incident make us?" Her voice shook thinking about the murder. The Irish boy kissed her forehead.

"It makes us...friends."

~

"Darling, is he almost ready?"

"Pulling on his coat now!" (Y/n) called, pulling his jacket together. "There we are, what do you think John? I think countdown clocks and wires are the new London fashion." She smiled at the man.

"Why? Why are you helping him?" John glared at the woman.

"He's my friend. Ever since Carl Powers decided to pick on him and I came to his rescue." She led him to the room just off from the pool. "Right git he was, always picked on me. I was so scared after we did it." Her eyes clouded at the memories.

"So you two killed him because he laughed at you?" Jim came in at that moment.

"Don't forget this, darling." He placed an earpiece in her hand and gave a chaste kiss to her lips before leaving again. She fixed the device in John's ear. John's eyes widened.

"You love him, that's why you stayed."

"He was the only person to ever look past my weight. He treated me better than any man ever did. Funny isn't it? Mass murderer being kind to someone, makes me chuckle too." (Y/n) made sure everything was in place.

"It's over, Sherlock is going to get him. And you." The doctor said. She laughed.

"Oh my dear Dr. Watson." (H/c) hair fluttered as she twirled around to leave and in a singsong voice she taunted. "The game has only just begun."