he solves crimes

I think Sherlock actually has a lot of free time he willingly spends at home, so being a parent doesn’t limit his independence too much. He’s not continuously solving crimes and he doesn’t go out for less than a 7.

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It was too late. 

He was too late.

His words, though sincere, fell flat.

Molly couldn’t suppress the angry tears, or the accompanying frown. “How dare you?”

Sherlock gaped for a moment, wordless, before managing to speak. “I– I beg your pardon?”

“How dare you say such a thing?” She clenched her fists, her jaw; she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve told you countless times, you insensitive prick. Yet you still feel the need to tease and embarrass me, as though I’m some sort of plaything. I’m not an experiment, Sherlock.”

Bewilderment played across his features. “Th-that’s not–”

“Get out,” she said, staring him down.

“But–”

“Get out of my morgue!” She hadn’t stamped her foot, but she may as well have.

Sherlock turned quietly and left.

~

“Rubbish timing,” John said later that evening as he sat at his kitchen table with his friend.

“Rubbish emotions,” Sherlock quipped. “How is it that, with everything else in my mind, I still have room for the damned things?”

John shushed him; Rosie was asleep in the next room. “You’re still human,” he replied quietly.

The consultant leaned forward, face in his hands. “How can I even know for sure what I’m feeling toward Molly?" 

"You do care about her,” John said matter-of-factly. “However, you might have come to me before bungling it up. I still can’t believe you told her you were ‘ready to have a go at a relationship.’”

“Just… help me fix it,” Sherlock said quietly, looking up at his friend. “Please.”

John just stared at him. Sherlock almost never asked for help, let alone politely.

“Fine,” he replied. “I’ll do what I can.”

~

After a sleepless night, Molly decided to call John for advice.

He answered at the first ring. “Molly? I was just about to call.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Did you need me to come over?”

“If that’s alright.” John glanced over at Rosie, who was making a mess of breakfast, and Sherlock, who’d fallen asleep at the table. 

“As long as Sherlock isn’t there,” she said. 

“Oh, he won’t be,” John lied.

When Molly arrived, John answered the door with a grumpy Rosie in his arms. She took the toddler and followed John to his living room, sitting down on the sofa across from him.

“Can I talk to you about something?” Molly asked, gently stroking Rosie’s hair.

“Er, yeah,” John replied. “Of course.”

“Sherlock…” she started. “Sherlock came to my morgue last night.”

John said nothing.

“He… doesn’t know where to draw the line, does he?” She set Rosie on the floor with her toys. 

John pressed his lips together. He was looking at Rosie, but his true focus was on her godmother. He sighed before replying. “How long has it been since the last time he carelessly trampled on your feelings? Months? A year?”

Her eyebrows drew together. It had been a while. “What are you getting at?” she asked.

“Clarify for me,” John said, already knowing the answer. “What did he say to you?”

Molly scoffed. “He told me he was 'ready to have a go’ at a relationship.” She swallowed hard. “With me.”

“Hm.” John thought for a moment before speaking again. “I can see why you think he was taking the mick.”

“Well, he can’t very well be serious,” she replied, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.

Rosie threw her doll at Molly, who handed the doll back saying, “Rosie, remember, we must be gentle with babies.”

Rosie took it back and hugged it before going back to playing alone.

“Why not?” John asked. “Why can’t he be serious?”

Molly smiled bitterly. “You know how he is. All logic, no emotion. He prefers drugs to actual human company.”

John shook his head, a smile playing across his lips. “That’s what he wants people to think. He only pretends not to care. He can’t get hurt if he won’t let anyone get close enough.”

She bit her lip. Her heart ached to accept that as truth, but… “Maybe that’s what he wants you to think.” …she didn’t want to take the chance.

“Molly…” John sighed. “I know it’s hard for you to believe or accept, but Sherlock does care.”

She shook her head.

“Molly.” Her gaze darted up to the door, where Sherlock stood with sleepless eyes and disheveled hair.

She turned to John, her voice barely above a whisper. “You said he wouldn’t be here.”

“Molly,” Sherlock said softly, stepping into the room. “Please.”

John stood, picked Rosie up, and left the room. He’d done what he could.

Molly got to her feet, arms crossed, and eyes welling up with tears. “Why, Sherlock?”

He knit his eyebrows. “Why?" 

"Why me? Why now?”

“Why you?” he replied, tentatively stepping closer. “You are kind… caring. You see the best in people. The best in me. You have always,” his voice cracked, “been a good friend. Why now?” He sighed, shaking his head. “It’s not just now. It’s been… too long. I…” He paused. “I wanted you to be happy, and… I didn’t think you could be happy with me.”

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Sherlock mentally counted down. If she doesn’t say anything by the time I reach zero, I’ll just leave, he thought. The heart that had been purposely hardened felt heavier with each passing second. At zero, he turned, but stopped when she spoke.

“How long?” she asked quietly, letting her arms fall to her sides.

“I’m not sure,” he replied, still facing the door. “But… the day you said you didn’t count–it was the day I realized that you do count, Molly. More than anyone. More than… more than me.”

Another pause.

“One chance,” she said.

Sherlock turned back to face her again. “Sorry?”

“I can offer you one chance, Sherlock. If…” She took a breath. “If this is a joke, an experiment, or anything like that, you’ll tell me right now. If I find out on my own, that’s it. I won’t ever want to see you or hear from you again. Do you understand?”

Sherlock nodded silently.

“Now, tell me: are you serious about this? Do you absolutely mean what you’ve said?” Molly closed her fists, bracing herself for the answer.

He slowly closed the distance between them, leaned down, and kissed her gently before answering.

“Absolutely.”

Need You; reidxreader

Originally posted by sensualkisses

A/N: wanted to write this and I thought it was cute, idk. I listened to Work Song by Hozier while writing and its such a pretty song i recommend it. Also the song Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. hope u guys like this (: good thing to read if you’re tired, upset, have your period, or just want some cuddly reid.


Doctor Spencer Reid was a very strong person. He was so brilliant and clever, often thinking of and about things other people wouldn’t. He solved crimes you couldn’t even think about without feeling disturbed. But although Spencer was strong, sometimes work was too much for him to deal with by himself. Sometimes he needed you to help him fall asleep.

Tonight was one of those nights. He’d dealt with a particularly difficult and sickening case, and all he could think about was you all day. He missed you. He needed your gentle touch and sweet kisses to comfort him.

And so, he drove home in a hurry and sulked into the bedroom where you laid over the covers, your glasses on your face and a book in your hands. 

“Hey,” you muttered, kissing him before he laid on your stomach and pulled the book out of your hands, tossing it to the side. “you okay?”

He nodded, but gulped and looked up at you with sad eyes. His chin rested on your belly. You gave him a concerned look, “What is it, Spence? Something happen?” 

You smoothed his hair away from his forehead. He let out a quiet, tired sigh and shook his head. “Nothing happened. Just had a tough day.” he told you. He turned his head away from your face to rest his cheek back on your stomach and stare off into space for a few minutes, his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Okay.” you replied simply. You continued to smooth his hair back, and the two of you sat in silence for a while. You didn’t want to push him to tell you anything, because you knew he would if there was anything to say.

Spencer was too shy to admit it, but right now he wanted more than anything for you to hold him so he could get some sleep. You had a feeling though. You knew anyway even though he didn’t mention it.

“Sit up for a sec,” you told him. He did so, and you took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the cotton t shirt underneath it. He took off his belt and got out of bed for a second to change into sweatpants. 

You felt bad for him, he looked so tired. “Come here,” you smiled softly, pulling the blankets back and sliding under them. Spencer smiled back sadly.

He got under the blankets, and you both shifted around until he was laying with his head on your chest and long legs tangled with yours. Your one hand rubbed his back while the other rested on the side of his face. It was the only way you knew how to help him right now.

“Thank you.” he mumbled tiredly. You nodded, “Always, love.”

He was asleep in minutes, and soon after that, you turned off the lamp on the bedside table, kissed his head, and drifted off yourself.

A few hours later, Spencer woke with a start. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he frantically looked around the room, but he calmed down when he saw you sleeping peacefully beside him.

He didn’t wake you to tell you about his nightmare. He simply nuzzled himself back under your arm, kissed your stomach through your shirt, and fell back asleep with the comforting thought that you were safe and sound.


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Being in a relationship with Lucifer would include:

Originally posted by dailytomellis

Warning: Smut, drugs

A/N: *smirks*


  • Him playing the piano for you, singing a song he wrote for you.
  • You never touching his scars because he doesn’t like that. 
    • But you still telling him that he’s magnificent.
  • You worrying when he goes solving crimes with Detective Decker. 
    • You always telling him to be careful.
    • Also telling him to keep his mouth shut before he gets shot.
    • Secretly asking Detective Decker if she could keep an eye on him.
  • Babysitting Trixie from time to time. 
  • Maze accepting you after some warm up time.
    • She actually showing you how to be a bartender when you’re bored. 
  • Amenadiel being very polite, but wary of you.
    • Him not trusting Lucifer and him thinking you’re just his toy, nothing serious.
    • You calling him Ami just because.
  • Sometimes chilling at the Lux because it’s Lucifer’s home and loving it when he plays the piano and sings.
    • Being jealous when the ladies stare lustly at him.
    • “Don’t be jealous, [Y/N]. Green doesn’t suit you.” 
    • “Well, if that redhead touches you again, I’ll murder her ass and drag her corpse to the garbage bins.“
  • You calling Lucifer nicknames.
    • Luci.
    • Luce.
    • Lightbringer.
    • Wings.
    • Chicken wings when you’re drunk or high.
    • Daddy when you’re drunk and horny.
  • Getting drunk together. 
  • Doing cocaine together. 
    • He absolutely loves to snort cocaine off of your chest. 
    • You do like the same. 
    • Him taking care that you don’t do to much cocaine because he knows that mortals end up dead after an overdose.
  • You making him talk about whatever he wants to talk about because you love his accent. 
  • Driving with his super fast car around the city.
    • Him not liking that you want to drive because he thinks he’s a better driver.
    • Also, him having better reflexes.
  • Going out on dates and him always paying, although you don’t want him to.
  • Pervy jokes all the time. 
  • Your first time together being spontaneous. 
    • It’s gentle and passionate with lots of kissing and touching. 
  • Soft sex.
    • Despite what others might think, Lucifer can be very tender. 
  • Rough sex. 
    • Lucifer having the stamina of a horse.
    • Handcuffs, hot wax, ropes, blindfolds, cocaine, alcohol, gags.
    • Him showing you all the positions you didn’t even know they exist. 
    • Having sex everywhere. 
      • Bed, couch, car, floor, piano. 
  • Oral sex. 
    • Almost always to ‘warm up’. 
    • Him making you quiver when he pleasures you. 
  • Maybe a ménage à trois.
  • Cuddling. 
    • Both being the big and smal spoon. 
  • Lucifer confessing that he’s indeed the Devil and you not believing him until he shows you his true face. 
    • You slapping him is your first reaction, then screaming in denial and anger, and then calming down before asking him about everything.
    • You slapping him after he tells you that one of his powers allows him to ask about your darkest desire. Of course he has asked you that question the second time you’ve met. 
At a slumber party
  • Girl: OMG! so guys who are your crushes
  • Me: well....
  • Close friends: uh oh
  • Me: so i have four.
  • Girl: oh really!
  • Me: number 1, really intelligent guy, he's British, he has a flat mate. He solves crimes for a living.
  • Girl: what..?
  • Close friends: oh god
  • Me: number two, he's a frost giant, comes from Jotunheim. He has dad issues and wants to become ruler of this place called Asgard. He's good really good hair.
  • Girl: ....
  • Close friends: this is not good
  • Me: three and four are Japanese guys. Ones this really rich dude, his dad owns hospitals. He's kind of an asshole, but he cares about people. Oh and number four, he's smart. But he can't swim any other stroke then Butterfly. But still, he is really smart.
  • Girl: .................
  • Close friends: *face palms*

Tumblr Blog AU

  • Sherlock with a blog (fashion with a little bit of crime solving because that’s just what he does)
  • John with a trash blog about nothing in particular (mostly books, some photography and a bit of a crime drama he watches) but messaging Sherlock as anon
  • John calling Sherlock ‘Posh Boy’ and Sherlock only attempting to make him stop once
  • John signing his asks with ‘Army Doctor’ after Sherlock deduced it
  • Sherlock briefly wondering if the army doctor is in reality just his brother messing with him
  • Sherlock answering John’s asks regularly, but only once in a while one of the other 35 asks in his inbox
  • John being flirty af and asking him about how he solved that crime that’s recently in the newspaper
  • Sherlock getting asks about how cute he and the army doctor are
  • Sherlock trying to deduce more about John to figure out who he is while John tells him more about his life
  • John not messaging him for a few days making Sherlock wonder if he got sick of him but posting something like ‘Where did that Army Doctor go? Afghanistan or Iraq?’ trying to be funny
  • Sherlock eventually starting to call John ‘Clever Boy’ instead of ‘Army Doctor’ 
  • Sherlock being pissed that Mycroft refuses to find out where the army doctor lives 
  • John telling him he needs to move and Sherlock matter of factly stating that there’s another bedroom upstairs

I’m finally sort of catching up on Bones, and it’s really sinking in that it’s ending and basically my heart is breaking a little more every minute between now and Tuesday night. I haven’t had to say goodbye to a story I’ve loved this much and for this many years since Harry Potter ended and I don’t know how to do this :(

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Okay but have you thought about:

  • Draco in flannel pjs in the winter that are a little too short and a bit big around the waist because he only has silk and had to steal a pair of Harry’s.
  • Draco in an old ratty Hogwarts alum tee-shirt on weekends when he’s absolutely certain no one will see him.
  • Draco cooking breakfast because it’s the house elf’s day off (part of a deal to make Hermione stop nagging).
  • Draco with bedhead.
  • Draco rushing to get changed when his parents come over to visit so he looks respectable.
  • Draco glancing longingly at sweatpants when out shopping with Pansy.
  • Draco in a monogramed thick fuzzy bathrobe.
  • Draco wrapped in a Gryffindor blanket watching muggle TV because it was the only thing within reach and it’s not his fault if Potter got him addicted to dumb crime shows.
  • Draco yelling that he could solve the crimes in a quarter of the time because magic, obviously.
  • Draco getting tricked by a twist ending and insisting he’d known the whole time.
  • Draco wearing slippers.
  • Draco wearing mismatching socks.
  • Draco laughing when Harry trips over his own pjs that Draco lengthened the last time he stole them.
  • Draco having reading glasses that he keeps having to replace because he vanishes them the second he thinks someone might see them.
  • Draco vanishing his reading glasses when the house creaks because he thought it was Potter.
  • Draco having two wardrobes, one that he refuses to admit exists.
  • Draco in comfy clothes.
  • Harry having a secret stash of photographs of Draco in comfy clothes.

“No, they’re not here. Yeah, understood…Detective Johnson! That’s what I thought. Okay. Thanks, Dan. Thank you.”
“Detective Jose, Detective - Clemenson, come in here.”

Complete 3-video compilation of the T-Birds’ “scene work” at Rydell PD from Jordan Fisher’s Snapchat (jordan_fisher)…the gripping cop drama where Aaron appears to be playing the police receptionist or something.

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!THE CALMING DETECTIVE OSOMATSU!

my favorite part of this is probably ichimatsu, happily holding up his murder weapons. i also made sure to make karamatsu look extra dead.

these’ll be about 10cm, or 4″ tall. i’ll have them at ALA!

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THE GAME IS ON!  THE HILLYWOOD SHOW® PROUDLY PRESENTS: SHERLOCK PARODY.  WATCH IT NOW!

Sherlock’s mind palace becomes a musical extravaganza as he solves various crimes in this production by The Hillywood Show®. With the aid of John Watson, a big ass coat, and the science of deduction, this consulting detective is always one step ahead. You’ve never seen a high functioning sociopath like this before!  By filming on some of the actual locations seen in BBC’s Sherlock, The Hillywood Show® brings Sherlockians a parody of intricate detail, like never before!  Includes fan favorite moments from episodes such as, A Study in Pink, The Great Game, A Scandal in Belgravia, The Sign of Three and more! This parody is bloody awesome.

Watch now if convenient.  If inconvenient, watch anyway. - SH

Starring, Osric Chau as “Moriarty”, Chris Rankin as “Mycroft” and a special guest cameo from the Co-Creator and Writer of BBC’s Sherlock, Steven Moffat, himself!

View in 720p, 1080p or 4kHD for the full Sherlock experience!  
Enjoy and God bless.

There’s a theory going around that Chief Vick knows that Shawn isn’t psychic but chooses to overlook it because of how good he is at solving crime.

I have the same theory!!!!! and think about it - it totally tracks: when Shawn’s picture in the paper led to her getting made official Chief of Police in the end of season 2 and all the times she put up with Shawn’s stupid silliness because she KNEW he could solve it. thnk about the Yin Yang episodes - she tells Henry that Shawn is the only chance they have of catching Yang. And when Trout shows up and she’s on leave she says that if she goes down for what she did as Chief, that “It’s a sword I’m happy to fall on”. it’s like she’s OWNING responsibility for what she did when she hired Shawn and Gus. I can’t be the only one who wants to know exactly what she and Henry talked about in her office in the Pilot episode. My guess is that she asked Henry if he thought Shawn could solve cases. And I think Henry said yes. Because remember at the end of the Pilot when Henry tells Shawn that he’s not okay with Shawn’s pretending, and then Shawn sees the newspaper in his truck that has the article about his first solved case.
Did everyone get that? Cuz I think I just blew my own mind.