Sherlock x reader
Note: And here’s day 3 of @prettyxlittlexwriter (whom I have to thank for all her help on this one) Sherlock VDay challenge! This time I’m back to my usual Sherlock x Reader with the prompt : “I guess this makes you my Valentine.” I had quite a lot of fun to write it x) I also have to thanks Kevin, whom does not have a tumblr, for the wonderful plot idea.
If anyone of you wants to read more of these, or try the challenge with us, check for the tag #Sherlock VDay Challenge. There will be every kind of fics, from inserts to ships, both from 2 lists, a general one and a smutty one.
“Sherlock, you’re completely missing the point!”
“Psh, I can’t miss the point of something pointless John!”
The two men were sitting at Speedy’s, eating dinner (well actually, John was eating dinner and Sherlock simply waiting there with him since he wasn’t hungry) and, as usual, arguing about sentiment.
“Pointless?! Valentine’s day is the day we celebrate love all around the world, and unless you live as a hermit, you can’t ignore it.” Argued his friend.
“Yes I can. That’s what I’ve done my whole life and that’s what I’m planning to do for the rest of it.”
“All I’m saying is: it’s not a day you’re supposed to spend alone.”
“Oh John… People are boring, love is a nuisance for a detective like me and the whole purpose of Valentine’s day is to make money. How could you even be expecting me to do something?” his friend scoffed, shaking his head.
John sighed and went back to his dinner, trying to find a way to explain his point to his friend, but failing to find any valid argument. After a few minutes in complete and utterly awkward silence as Sherlock stared at the people in the restaurant, something came to his mind.
Something childish, unlike him, but what appeared to be his only chance to get his friend to see someone the 14th.
“I dare you to ask out the next person to walk in.” he said.
“What.” Sherlock gave him a surprised look.
“I. Dare. You. To. Ask. Out. The. Next. Bloody. Person. To. Walk. In.” repeated the doctor, insisting on each word.
“This is completely stupid why would I-”
“Because it’s a dare, Sherlock, and that’s how dares work.”
Sherlock stared at him, trying to decipher whether his friend was being serious or not. The door opened and entered an oh-so-familiar woman, who walked directly to the counter.
“That’s your cue Sherlock.”
The man turned to his friend and shook his head.
“That makes one more reason to ask her out, you’d rather not go with a random stranger would you?”
The other man groaned loudly and the door opened again, as a huge, stereotypical biker came in.
“Or you could go and ask him out.” Added John, motioning to the robust man.
“Or I could also simply choose to walk out of here instead.”
“Then I would ask both out for you and that, you can be sure will make you look like a coward.”
The detective shot him a death glare with his icy blue eyes and rose up, walking to the counter, where the two customers were waiting. He gulped and looked at the two of them, facing a hard choice. Would he rather be killed by an outraged Y/N or a cat-loving biker? He glanced at the door then to his friend. He didn’t really have a choice now did he… Sighing, he approached the biker, clearing his throat.
“Excuse me sir, please don’t read too much into this, you see my friend here dared me to ask you to be my valentine ” he tried, unsure.
“What?” the imposing man turned to him. “Do I look like a fairy to you?!”
Sherlock swallowed nervously. This was not going to end well.
“No sir, I’m sorry it’s just that my friend-”
“Yeah, your friend thought it would be funny eh? Well it won’t be as much when you’ll be in a hospital bed. I don’t like it when people make fun of me…”
And with that he punched Sherlock right on the face, knocking him on the ground, as the whole restaurant turned to them in shock. John was as white as a ghost, Y/N turned to the two men behind her wide eyed and the cashier let out a small yelp. The biker took Sherlock by the collar and tackled him against the counter, punching him several other times as the detective tried to get out of his grip and some customers to separate them. Kneeing his opponent in the right place, he pushed him away and rose his guard for the next blow, which came faster than he’d thought. The two men fell on the ground, still fighting, rolling over one another as everyone else was trying to stop them. At the tenth blow on his head, Sherlock lost consciousness.
The constant beeping of hospital’s instrument woke him up. He stared at the white ceiling for a moment, trying to recall how exactly he ended up there when Y/N’s voice answered his question.
“Fighting with a biker at Speedy’s? Sherlock, even for you this is a new level of stupid.” Sarcastically stated the woman, sitting on a chair beside him. “John was here about an hour ago. He wanted to apologize to you and cancel his date but I convinced him to do otherwise, you were the one to choose the biker after all.” She paused, “Am I really that of a terrible choice?”
He tried to chuckle a bit but only succeeded in wincing in pain.
“Yeah don’t move, you’ve got a concussion. Usually you shouldn’t have any visitors, but I’ve got my way around hospitals…. Why on Earth did John dare you to do this?”
“I said Valentine’s day was pointless, love a nuisance and people boring when he tried to convince me to spend the evening with someone.”
“And look where it got you now… Stuck in an hospital bed with only me for company.” She joked. “John did found a way to get you a date though…” she added, after a small pause. “Well considering an hospital is far from being the most romantic setting we could have wished for…”
“So I guess this makes you my Valentine then?”
“We could say so.” She chuckled.
He gave her a smile.
“Maybe it’s not as much of a bad thing as it sounds…” she added, “On the other hand, next year, try not to be in hospital this time…”