All the drawings I made at the RPC in Cologne today :) Yesterday I bought a white gel pen at the train station and decided to do some touching up on Sailor Moon. Itachi and the Sherlock/MCU ones where commissions, so don’t get the wrong idea, please >.>
It was quite late when Sherlock and John got home. You were sitting in Sherlock’s chair, reading a book from your phone when you saw their frames at the corner of your eye. Looking at them, you squealed internally, thinking that they would make a cute couple.
“Hi, guys.” You smiled up at them and only then did they seem to notice you were in the room.
Sherlock looked at you with a blank expression while John’s face lit up, clearly amused as he pressed his lips together, suppressing a smile. “You’re here!” He comically announced. “Would you look at that, Sherlock. Y/N’s here.” He gave Sherlock a pat in the shoulder.
John was definitely acting weird… but why?
“You know what, it’s getting a bit late. I should probably go.” He looked at his watch as he started walking backwards but Sherlock grabbed John’s sleeve.
“John…” His whisper was threateningly low and your heart skipped a beat. Is Sherlock going to confess to John?! Are they going to kiss?! You readied your phone to take a picture.
But they were just looking at each other. Almost like they were having a silent conversation. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head a little. Now they were both acting weird.
The sound of shuffling caught your attention again and you saw John was able to free himself from Sherlock’s grip. Seconds after, he was pushing on Sherlock to enter the flat.
You watched as Sherlock walked towards your general direction, clearing his throat. “Hello.” He gave a tight smile and you returned it before you realized you were sitting on his chair.
“Oh, right! I forgot this is your chair.” You scrambled to get up but he immediately stopped you.
“Oh, no. Please don’t get up. I can sit here.” He sat on John’s chair before he spoke to you again. “You can sit wherever you like.”
“Can I sit on your lap, then?” Your question made Sherlock shoot his eyes up to you.
“…what?” Sherlock asked, his eyes dilating as he swallowed a lump in his throat, suddenly feeling very very thirsty.
“I’m kidding!” You laughed and he awkwardly laughed with you.
“Of course you are.” He sounded much less amused than he thought he would. Pathetic, he thought himself.
You noticed the blush on his cheeks. And you had to fight back a squeal. He’s blushing because he’s sitting on John’s chair!
A few silent moments passed before you asked him.
“Sherlock?” He looked at you then.
“Do you like sitting on John’s chair?”
Sherlock frowned at your question, confused. “Not particularly…”
Strange. Why was he blushing then? You asked again, gesturing him to come closer.
You leaned in as the same time until your faces were a foot apart. “Well then, do you, um, like John…?” Your eyes were expectant.
“Of course, I do.” Sherlock replied and you grinned widely before he added “He’s my bestfriend.”
“No, no, no, no.” You shook your head. “Not ‘like’ like that. Like, ‘like’ like.” You emphasized the second word and Sherlock’s brows shot up, figuring out what you were thinking.
You think he fancies John.
“I’m not sure.” He replied, trying to stop the grin from escaping him. He was playing with you now. “What is it like to 'like’ someone?”
“Well… You know, the usual.” You answered. “You get nervous when you’re around them but when they’re gone, you can’t wait to see them again.” You said and Sherlock nodded, prompting you to continue. “Your heart flutters a when they pay you even the slightest bit attention and sometimes you even imagine them doing dirty things…” You stopped yourself when you realized that you got carried away. You peeked at Sherlock only to see him staring through your eyes. “Anyway,” you pulled back a little, sitting straight. “That’s what it’s like.”
“Well,” Sherlock drew in a deep breath. “If that’s what it’s like to 'like’ someone then I don’t like John Watson.” He said, motioning his finger for you to lean in towards him. And he said with his ridiculously low and sexy voice. “I do, however, like you.”
What…? You blinked a few times, not entirely sure that you heard him right. You were in the process of constructing a coherent sentence when you felt warm hands over yours and you found yourself listening to his sinfully audible breathing.
“You were spot on everything.” He was so close now. You could feel his breath on your neck. His hands travelled from your hands to your arms giving them a firm squeeze and you gasped. “Everything but one.”
“What do you mean?” Your voice came out breathier than you’d like. You lean forward more, desperate for his touch.
“I don’t imagine you doing dirty things. Rather, I imagine doing dirty things to you…” He whispered, his lips ghosting on your ear and before you knew it you were kneeling on the floor, the impact creating a muffled thud.
“What kind of dirty things?” You dared to ask.
Slowly, he stood up, eyes never leaving yours and you wondered when his icy blue green eyes turned dangerously dark. Your breathing became labored as you felt sparks all over your body at the sight of him looming over you, although not as much as Sherlock reveled at the sight of you kneeling in front of him.
Word count: 438 Warnings: None Pairing: Gender neutral A/N: Hi guys! I’m not really a writer, but I love reader inserts so I tried! HAHA i probably suck at this bye mwa ((if this gets enough notes, i could make a part two whoop))
Living with Sherlock Holmes had its perks. You really just needed a new flat several months ago, but look at you now: solving crimes with a famous detective. He really did underestimate you at first, though. He asked you to be an assistant for fuck’s sake, but you damn well knew your master’s degree in Psychology wasn’t going to let you settle for assisting. You showed him that you were just as observant as he was by solving a case on your own—of course he didn’t want to take the case because he deemed it boring, but you decided to take it for him. That was when he started calling you his colleague.
Most days without a case were exactly like this: the both of you in the living room, with him in his mind palace and you reading.
“Stop that.” Sherlock hissed from across you.
“Stop what?” You tilted your head to the side. All you did was sit comfortably on what used to be John’s chair.
“Pondering. Your face, i-it’s distracting.” He closed his eyes and shook his head as he waved a hand around.
“My face?” You giggled. “How’s it distracting?”
Sherlock looked at you, slightly frozen. He may have misspoken. You prop your chin on your elbow. “Do you think I’m pretty?” You batted your eyelashes jokingly.
He rolled his eyes. “You know I have a completely different concept of beauty from you.”
“Okay, well why do you find my face distracting?” You pried as you sat up straight.
“Because…” Sherlock hesitated, calculating his words. “Every time I enter my mind palace, you’re there filling my thoughts and it’s not a distraction. It helps. Then I open my eyes and it doesn’t help at all. I see you and I get lost. You always look significantly better than your image in my head and I can’t understand why.”
You felt your cheeks heat up and your palms get sweaty. Now you were the one slightly frozen. Sherlock was never this open and sincere, and you wanted more of that. You were already so drawn to him before, now you were just wrapped around his finger.
“Say something.” He mumbled, looking away. He was obviously embarrassed by his lack of self-control.
“Sorry, I—Sherlock?” You spoke softly. He looked up expectantly. “Would you like to take me out on a date?” You bit your lip.
Sherlock breathed a smile. “Yes, I would.”
You chuckled and stood. “Let’s go then.”
Colleague. It was good while it lasted. Not so long after, he started calling you his partner. Oh yes, in that way.