sherlock one shot

Beer me,I mean: Forgive me - Request

Requested by anon:  Sherlock and reader get drunk please x
& anon: I was wondering if you could do a super angsty Sherlock x Reader where they get into a fight and the reader storms off and goes to a bar to drink herself into oblivion?

Word Count: 2.608

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: OOC Sherlock, bit angsty, use of alcoholic beverages, unedited. Also, by no means, Sherlock’s actions in this fic are justificated and you should definitely not allow anyone talk to you or about you in the way Sherlock does here. Remember it’s fanfiction.

A/N: Don’t allow me to name my own fics, please.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by kathmo

“A proper apology, that is all I’m asking for, Sherlock,” (Y/N) cried out.

“Why should I give one if you don’t deserve it?” Sherlock argued, without getting up from the leather couch.

“Don’t deserve it?!” She exclaimed, “I stood by you and all you did in return was humiliate me in front of everyone!”

“HUMILIATE YOU!” Sherlock mocked, “I defended you, but you women take everything personally.”

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One And Only

IMAGINE: Both Mary and John know that (Y/N) has Sherlock wrapped around her finger. Sherlock, being Sherlock refuses to believe this. Can one dance change his mind? 

[gif is not mine. a bit fluffy and ooc of sherlock (sometimes).] 

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He stood there bashfully, no not bashful but just not wanting to interact with people. He was watching her, like what he did with others. He deduced her and found her fascinating, he usually wasn’t attracted to anyone, he was a lone wolf with the exception of his brother and John. Why was he suddenly feeling this way?

He saw her dance with her colleague, maybe? Or her friend? Either way he was jealous and he did not like feeling this way. Although lately he’s been feeling jealous if there was a guy anywhere near her, or who looked at her like a piece of meat. He felt possessive over her.

She was beautiful today, like any other day. She was wearing casual clothes, her hair up in a bun and a smile that graced her face. How did he get to meet her?

“Hello you.” She greeted him as she walked up to him. “What are you doing here all alone?” She gave him a hug which he hesitantly returned.

“Hello. You know me, this is a good place to observe.” He waved his hand around and gave her a small smile.

“Well, stop observing and dance with me. This is a club, you know? You dance, you socialise and you don’t deduce,” she laughed, not at him but with him. “So, come on stop it and have fun!” Her voice went a bit husky at the end and he felt unnecessary  blood flowing between his legs.

“Can I just sit here instead? I haven’t been to one of these, I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright fine,” she pouted, “but let me buy you a drink and we can socialise together.” She winked at him as she walked over to the bar.

He walked over to a free booth and sat down. ‘This place is odd.’ “She’s got you wrapped around your finger huh?” He heard John as he sat down next to him. “She’s good for you Sherlock. You both deserve each other.” Mary who sat next to him nodded enthusiastically. “See? Mary agrees with me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sherlock feigning innocence. “We are nothing but friends.”

“But friends turn into lovers Sherlock,” Mary put her input in, “and I can see the way she looks at you she feels the same way. That girl is enamoured with you.”

Sherlock couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. ‘Well this is a weird feeling.’ “Wow, Sherlock Holmes speechless, that’s one for the books.” John teased him as he sipped his beer.

“What’s this? Sherlock being speechless?” He saw her as she tried not to tip over the beers she was holding. “Who managed to make him speechless? I want to personally meet them.” She winked at him as she slid over next to him.

‘She smells like fruit. Apple and grapefruit, not one of those really fruity smells, just the right ratio. And it smells heavenly.’  “No one’s managed to make me speechless.”

“Well, that’s sad.” She laughed along with John and Mary.

“How was your trip to the bar?” Sherlock asked, he wasn’t good at this. Never was. That’s why he stayed out of dating.

She gave him a confused look, “It was fun, I guess? I got a discount off the beers.”

He saw John silently chuckling to himself and gave him a glare. “Well, this is a great club. How did you find this?”

She shrugged, “It isn’t really a bar, more like a get together social thing.” She furrowed her brows and laughed. “I know, what a great description but that’s the best I can do. That’s why I’m friends with you, you’re great at describing things.” She winked at him and scooted closer to him.

“That’s why you’re friends with me?”

“Of course.” She linked her arms around Sherlock’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I’m kidding. You’re a great man, there’s a lot more reasons as to why I’m friends with you but I can’t be bothered.”

Sherlock felt heat rush up to his neck and face. John raised one of his eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?” Sherlock and John’s stare were interrupted by a man. “Sorry to bother, but I was just wondering if you would like to dance?” He turned to her and offered his hand.

He saw her blush and felt jealousy creeping in again. “Sorry,” she briefly looked at Sherlock, “I’m feeling a bit tired and I just don’t feel like dancing.” She gave him one of her trademark smiles.

“Oh, okay then.” He gave her a brief grin and walked away.

Sherlock felt relieved and relaxed in his spot. The four of them talked on for about 25 minutes until she heard her favourite song. “Ladies and Gentleman now is the time to take your loved ones out to dance floor.”  The song ‘One and Only’ by Adele began.

“I love this song!” She exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth. “Dance with me please?” She held out her hand to Sherlock who had an impassive look on his face. “I always dance to this song.”

John and Mary watched the scene unfold before them. They really did think that she was perfect for Sherlock. They complimented each other, very well infact.

Sherlock felt the odd sensation in his stomach again. It felt nice. He didn’t reply to her but just took her hand and led them to the dance floor. “I thought you were tired?” He held her waist as one of her hands clutched his arm and took his other hand.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered into his ear. He nodded. “I just didn’t want to dance with him, I wanted to dance with someone else.” She rested her head on his chest.

‘This feels nice. More than nice. Indescribable.’ “Who?”

“Guess. You’re good at this.” She felt his chest rumble with a silent laugh. “Figured it then did you?”

‘Yes.’ He responded with a hum. ‘I could get used to this.’ He gripped her waist a bit tighter and she hugged him tighter.

John and Mary who were still sitting in the booth both smiled at each other and raised their glasses. “Who do you think will ask first?” Mary asked her husband.

“Her.” Mary laughed and nodded. “But the first to say I love you? Him.”

Not on Your Life (Sherlock x Reader)

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides, we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.

“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”

“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair. Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”

“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.

“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s return.

“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“Just to you,” you replied.

“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants. The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”

“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.

“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”

“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?” you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.

“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” you asked.

“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.

“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or the side of a milk carton.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”

“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.

“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.

“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun god.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.

“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.

“Anything’s possible I suppose.”

“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”

“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair flip. Before Sherlock could press you for  more information Mycroft returned. He handed you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.

“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up with realization. He turned back to his brother.

“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.

“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new project.

~*~

Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.

“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching people give you a hard time.”

“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up straighter and leaned forward a bit.

“Did she?”

“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a boyish smile.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Do you remember Anthea?”

“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.

“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”

John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.

“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”

Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against the wall.

AU: Soulmate

Part Two

AU: Soulmate. Prompt: First words spoken to you by soulmate are written on your wrist - “I’ll give you a tenner to punch me in the face” and “What?”

Characters: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

From AU prompt list - no longer taking requests from

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

As you left your flat, pulling down your sleeves you sighed at the weather. It was still pretty warm, even though fall had already started. But you couldn’t just wear your arms out, not with what was written on them. 

The first words your soulmate will say to you will appear on your arm a year or two before you will meet them. Sometimes it happens when your a child sometimes it happens when you are much older. It just depends on when you are going to meet them. It always appears before that. 

You got yours just after your last birthday, it had almost been a full year since then and you still hadn’t met them. You were always so afraid that the words that would appear on your arm would be something like “Hi”, in which it would be impossible to know who your soulmate was. But that wasn’t the case with you. The words on your arm were ridiculous, why would anyone just come up to you and ask you to punch them in the face? But no matter who that was, at least you knew it would be obvious when it happened.

But until then you kept them covered, why did it have to be such a long sentence? And such a ridiculous one at that. The only way for the words to disappear was for your soulmate to touch the words.

Sherlock walked down the street, his eyes darting around the city, his mind racing. He needed to get into the house, but why would they let a stranger in. They would let me in if I needed help, he said to himself. 

Looking around, his eyes fell on you. Walking down the street, obviously not paying too much attention. Wearing a long sleeved shirt, why? It was too warm, I mean he was wearing a coat, but that was just his style. His eyes fell to your arm. Your soulmate tattoo, your trying to cover it. He wondered what it said that would make you want to cover it. 

His tattoo didn’t help him at all. It was a simple word, a question he heard all too often, but none of those people were interesting enough to be his soulmate. He studied you further as you smiled at someone walking past, then your eyes met his, you smiled at him. A kind greeting. Sherlock walked faster, directly towards you, your eyes widening slightly.

You smiled at the approaching man, you did this to everyone, smiled at everyone that passed, but he began approaching you quickly. He was tall with curled black hair, sharp cheekbones, beautiful blue eyes and he was wearing a coat. You stood frozen as he got close to you, your heart stopped at the words that came out of his mouth.

“I’ll give you a tenner if you punch me in the face” he said abruptly to you

You froze, the only words able to come out of your mouth “What?”

There it is. That word again. “I’m a detective and I need to get into that apartment over there” he said moving his eye to a place nearby “They will only let me in if I need help, I’ll tell them I’ve been mugged, hit me”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do, but seeing him roll his eyes as he was about to walk away from you, you did the only thing that might make him stay, you hit him.

He was actually startled, the only person that ever hit him when he asked was John, he held his face as he stared at you, a shocked look on your own face “Thank you. Stay here” he said before quickly running down the street and to the house. You stared after him in shock. 

After Sherlock managed to get into the house and get some information out of the people there as well as an ice pack he left the house, only slightly surprised to see you there. Without thinking he glanced at his reflection and “fixed” his hair, really only making it more shaggy. Catching himself he scoffed, all they want is the tenner, he said as he pulled out the money from his pocket and approached you, noticing you weren’t paying attention. 

Waiting in that spot, unsure of why he asked you to stay, but knowing you weren’t gonna leave. But what were your going to say? Maybe just show him your arm? That was the easiest way. He said he was a detective, you wondered if that was true. Most detectives would just flash their badges to get into to a house why did he need you to punch him? Lost in your thoughts you were startled when a ten pound note was dangled in front of your face. 

Looking up at the man he stared down at you “Here, your tenner”

You glanced at it “I don’t want it” you said quietly

He squinted at you, curious, his eyes grazed over you again but he wasn’t able to get much. You had a pet, or knew someone with a pet, the hair on your clothes appeared to be from a dog. You were well dressed, but obviously too warm. You had brushed your hair but done nothing else to it. You didn’t go to too much effort with your outfit, you must have been going for a walk or to the corner store. And your eyes were a nice shade of e/c, and you were, shocked? Scared? You were a curious thing, interesting, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Then why did you stay?” he asked

“Because…it was the only way to show you” you said nervously

“Show me what?” he asked

His heart jumped slightly as you pulled up your sleeve. “I’ll give you a tenner if you punch me in the face” he read the words over on your arm.

After a moment he chuckled, taking you by surprise “How long have you had that on your arm?”

“About a year” you said “I got it just after my last birthday”

“That’s how long I’ve had mine” he said lifting his sleeve to show a single word on his wrist ‘what?’

“Unfortunate for you” he said staring at your arm “I don’t blame you for covering it” he said smirking at you, you returned it “Tea?”

“Huh?”

“I’m asking you to tea, my place is just around the corner” he said turning, waiting for you to walk with him “Unless you have someone to be, which I know you don’t”

You stared at him curiously “And how do you know that exactly?”

“It’s my job” he said, still smirking “I’ll explain, if you come with me” he said reaching out his arm for you to take.

You smiled lightly before wrapping your arm in his as he walked with you. His mind reeling. He never actually thought he was find his soulmate. Part of him always thought that the word was what it was so that he would never find you, as if he didn’t deserve it. But here you were. And of all the people who said that word to him, you definitely seemed interesting. He smirked to himself as the thought of how John would react. 


Requested by anon

- I could do a part two if you want it - maybe of them a the flat, and John reacting? I didn’t wanna add that to this cause it might of ended up really long lol

Are You Jealous?

Summary: What if you’re in the St. Bart’s lab alone with Anderson and suddenly appears the tall detective to make clear that you are his girlfriend? (Jealous Sherlock)

Request:

- Hey! I’m pretty new in this fandom and just saw your prompt list! I would love to get an Imagine with based on 9 with Sherlock! Thank you❤ - @mylittlenarnia

- Hi, I’m new to this blog, and I really liked your stories, so whenever you have time to write one of your long imagines, could you do it about Sherlock being jealous? I would really appreciate it. Thanks❤ - Anonymous

Prompt: “I’m working, so shut up!”

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Title: ‘Are You Jealous?”

Content: Humour / Fluff

Warning: Mild swearing

Word count: 1.636

A/N: Clearly, Sherlock is the jealous type. For this one-shot, to make it funnier, I had to resort to the master of the sarcasm, Dr. Gregory House. Some lines are his, so if you are a big House M.D. fan, like I am, you’ll probably recognise them. I really miss the show, besides Sherlock, House M.D. is my favourite TV show ever. Hugh is a legend. Well, here you are. Hope you like it.

*gif not mine


His eyes were on your back and that was utterly bothering you. You needed to finish this forms for Sherlock so he could examine the corpses whenever he decided to show up, but with his sight on you it was impossible. It was quite intimidating. You wished Molly was there, you hated working alone in the lab, especially now that a brainless forensic scientist was staring at you.

The lab was silent, and it was not comfortable at all. He took a deep breath and let the words out. “So, this is where you and Molly Hooper work?” You stopped writing when you heard his voice. Not knowing what to say you just hummed. “Nice,” he said, clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards you. Suddenly, he was there standing right next to you. “Are these for-” his voice trailed off when you interrupted him.

“Sherlock,” you said bitterly, avoiding eye-contact. He began drumming his fingers on table and made himself comfortable by sitting down on the chair next yours. You closed your eyes in frustration and then heavily sighed. Taking some courage you turned to him. “What can I do for you, Philip?” Unlike Sherlock, you liked calling people by their name and not their surname.

He turned his gaze away for a second and furrowed his forehead. “Molly,” he spoke and turned to you. “She told me to come. I mean, she told me she had some post-mortem results for me.”

You looked back to the forms you were completing, pressed your lips trying to remember if Molly had mentioned you something about those files. Nothing. She hadn’t told you anything. “Listen, Molly won’t be here until tomorrow and I have no idea where those post-mortem results are. I’m sorry,” you explained.

Anderson gave you a nod and rose from his chair. He waved his hand saying goodbye and you gave him a small smile. You faced the papers again and before you began filling the blanks again, you glanced at your watch. ‘Sherlock, where are you?’ you thought. It was half past four and he hadn’t even called to tell he would arrive late. He was never late. In fact, he was the most punctual person you have ever known.

Anyway, you seemed not to notice it but Anderson was still there. “Do you think I could-?” his voice trailed off when you jumped scared to death. You turned around and saw the man standing in front of a table, with two sample tubes in his hands. One of them fell down and broke into pieces. “Dammit! Sorry, I’ll pay for it,” he said as you approached to him. “I’m sorry. I just forgot to tell you that Molly allowed me to use the lab only for today.”

“Ehm…alright,” you muttered after a moment of hesitation. You straightened your lab coat and breathed in.

You lifted your arm and finger pointed at the x-ray machine. “There’s-”

The door suddenly was opened flung by the tall consulting detective with dark curls, sharp cheekbones and shiny, blue eyes. He walked in with a smirk on his face, excited about the new case he was working on. “Hello, Y/N. Sorry for being-” he stopped when he saw Anderson standing there by your side. “Oh, Anderson. Didn’t expect to see you around. What’s the matter now? Dating advices or just flirting with my girlfriend?” You frowned at him in disbelief. Anderson flirting with you? Oh, dear! You thought.

“Listen, Sherlock, whatever you’re trying to imply-”

“I’m not trying to imply anything. I’m just saying that’s ok if you disagree with me. I can’t force you to be right,” he showed off and you glared at him.

“Sherlock…” you scolded through gritted teeth, he turned to you.

“Oh, come on Y/N. Can’t you see it? He’s obviously trying to seduce you,” his eyes rolled and a heavy sigh left from his mouth.

“You’re being rude,” the forensic said. Sherlock gradually turned his neck and sight towards him; with a poker face he glared at him.

“What are you?” he emphasized. “A detective or something?” The sociopath scoffed.

“Sherlock, stop!” You grabbed his arm, he turned to you and your eyes met. “Say you’re sorry, take those forms and examine the bloody corpses.”

As usual he ignored you and kept arguing with Philip. “It must feel good to take some advantage while I’m not around, does it?”

“You really think I was going to flirt with her?” He pointed at you, your hand running through your hair in exasperation. “Sherlock, that smugness of yours must make her get totally mad for you, then,” he said sarcastically and you gasped. A vein was popping out from your neck.

“Well,” he pulled a face, “people in my life have no expectations of me. It makes our lives easier.”

“That explains everything, then,” you muttered to yourself.

“Sorry, what?”

“Nothing, go on,” you waved your hand knowing this was going to take a while. Maybe an hour or two, or four perhaps. Who knows? He’s Sherlock and when he gets jealous he’s hard to handle.

Anderson leaned towards the table and supported his arms on it. “You know Sherlock, I pity you. I’m always trying to help you to give up on drugs and you are still using,” he spoke and you rolled your eyes as if you couldn’t believe he was trying to avoid all the fuss with that wise comment. “Now pay attention, I was not flirting with Y/N.”

Sherlock didn’t respond to his statement, you looked at him and frowned. “I cared  for eight seconds,” he finally opened his mouth and spat that bloody commentary out. “Then I got distracted,” he added and shrugged. Anderson sighed in surrender and shook his head. “How fresh are they?” he asked you.

“Er…” you hesitated, “about twenty four hours,” you guessed.

“Perfect,” he exclaimed excited. He shoved his hand into his pocket and took out his mobile phone, he checked the missing calls. “Must dash. Four missing calls from Scotland Yard.”

“What about the bodies?” You inquired.

“They can wait until tomorrow, can they?” He chuckled but as soon as he saw you glaring at him he apologised. “Fine, I’ll come back by eight. Is it alright?”

“As long as you keep the promise, it is fine,” you said as a smile drew on your face.

He leaned towards you and gently kissed you on the cheek. And the last thing, but not the least, he winked at you. Let’s get things clear, that was the strangest thing you have ever seen. Sherlock had never kissed you in public, why would he do it now? Easy answer: he was jealous.

“Let Y/N work in peace, Anderson. She wouldn’t like to lower her IQ, got it?”

“But-?” his voice was cut off by Sherlock’s.

“Laters!” His greeted and vanished.

“Well…well…” you stammered. “I suppose you know how this things work,” you quickly said as you marched over to your table, where the forms were laying.

He gave you a nod. Silence fell and with it your nerves.

Anyway, Anderson was gone by half past six. Relieved you sighed, it was a miracle. You thought you’d never get rid of him, but you did.

Yes! Alone. Thanks god! You thought.


“What was that?” You blurted while entering the morgue with the surgery instrument set Sherlock asked you to bring in your hands.

The detective walked towards the slab. “What?” a strange gaze met yours.

That, Sherlock. You and Anderson; today. Fighting over me,” you clarified, though you knew he knew what you were talking about. He took his coat off and unbuttoned his jacket, hanging them on the coat rack.

“Oh, that. He was obviously flirting with you, is it annoying?” He muttered as he leaned over the body to scan it. He touched the wounds and studied if they healed or they were fresh.

“Actually, he came to use the lab just for today,” you explained. “Molly allowed him,” you informed.

Did she?” he straightened up and looked at you as he exclaimed. You doubted if he was a bit jealous about that too, it was not a surprise coming from him. He was too possessive. “Oh,” his mouth opened and closed in a nanosecond. “Right,” he faintly nodded and got back to work.

“Sherlock,” you called.

“Mmm?” He vaguely hummed.

You looked away and let a light chuckle out. “Are you the jealous type, aren’t you?” Your interest flagged.

“Oh, please don’t be silly,” he turned to you and frowned as he spoke. “If I’d be that kind of boyfriend I would probably kicked him out of here. Plus, he needed to know it was bothering you,” he tilted his head. You couldn’t deny the last part he said, he was bothering you.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Y/N,” he sang as he sighed deeply, from a kind of annoyment. “You’re not working,” he said as he observed the body’s chest with his portable microscope.

You smiled. “Sherlock, you’re jealous,” your voice sang.

“I’m working, so shut up!” he defended himself, though his eyes were still on the body.

You studied him. He was focused, his lips were pursed and his eyes narrowed. He raised a silencing hand asking you to give him the scalpel. Biting your lip before speaking, you handed it to him. “You should probably know that I found it quite…”

Before he could cut the victim’s skin to take some blood so he could analyse it, he looked up at you. A faintly quizzical look came into his incisive stare. “What?”

“I like it,” you simply said and chuckled. He froze for a second and began mumbling gibberish you could not even understand. “Keep on doing what you were doing, you bastard. I am not planning spending the whole night in a bloody mortuary,” you giggled.

Tipsy - Request

Requested by anon: I would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing it, no problem. Love you.
& anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy) on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD ?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,026

Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.

A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!

Enjoy!

Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.

At first it was just beer and talking and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk, ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.

John was drunk as well, but for a different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.

They walked – stumbled – their way back to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N) and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back, doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s attention.

“What are you two doing here?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”

“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.

“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred, “And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.

“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …” Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t until he needed air that he let go off her.

“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.

“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled, “Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”

“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged them upstairs.

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Out of Ten - Sherlock x Reader

This idea came to me late, late at night.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood


It had become a habit, somehow for you to rate things Sherlock said on a scale of 1-10 depending on how okay they were to say. Usually, he was stuck below six.

“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”

“Three.” You stated, not looking up from your phone.

Sherlock sent you an apologetic shrug.


“For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship.”

“Two!” You blurted, a little shocked yourself.


“You know, (Y/n), sometimes I do wonder how this funny little scale of yours works.”  Sherlock commented one day while he sat flipping through some papers.

“Oh?” You asked, focused more on John’s blog which you were scrolling through than the current conversation.

“Yes.” He threw the papers aside, his full attention now resting on you. “For example, some things get a look of shock from most people but you only give me a six.”

“Well, like what?”

“Well,” Sherlock stood up, “Say I said, ‘Oh this murder is impressive! Beautiful! Gorgeous!’ What would you rate that?”

You laughed, closing your laptop, “Five.”

Sherlock’s eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“You aren’t as boring as I first thought.” He said, giving you an expectant sideways look.

“Eight.”

“I’ve even started to enjoy having you around.” Sherlock, strode towards you, slowly.

“Nine…” You said, a little bit confused.

“You might even say,” He said, standing over you, “That I’ve become attached to you.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared up at this strange, strange man.

“I’m going to need a rating.” Sherlock said with a smirk.

“Ten.”

“Brilliant.”

He leaned down, taking your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was fast and confusing, but it was heat and fire and electricity. It felt right, strangely, like there was no where else that conversation could have gone.

Sherlock pulled away from you, staring at you with his head tilted, pondering.

“Twelve.” You stated and a grin burst onto Sherlock’s features.

“Oh good, that’s reassuring.”

“Oh I bet.” So you leaned up and kissed him again, your smile melting into his.


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Sherlock’s got a girlfriend. Sherlock x reader/ John x friend! reader.

Summary: A conversation between you and John about your feelings for Sherlock.

You and Sherlock have been friends even before he met John. You’ve fallen in love with him but Sherlock’s never seem to notice. Now, he’s got a girlfriend. Janine. You even saw them kissing.

Now Sherlock had left and you were there with John. You showed up to the flat knowing Sherlock was not going to be there. You were so upset, but still needed the flat’s cosy sofas and some tea from Sherlock, or Maybe Mrs. Hudson would feed you. 

John was sitting in front of you. You were both really quiet. He was reading his newspaper but kept giving you glances from time to time. You were wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea. 

“Are you okay?” John finally asked.

“Why? I’m fine” you were not looking at him. 

More minutes of silence.

“So…he’s got a girlfriend now” John started.

“Yes…” Oh no, you knew where this was going.

“You know, we’ve known each other for more than three years now, and… I don’t feel you consider me your friend, a real friend, (Y/N)”

“You are one of my few friends, John” you were still not looking at him.

“Am I? Then why is it that you never talk to me?” John’s tone was soft. He was not pushing, but he knew how you felt. 

You finally looked at him.

“What do you want to talk about, John?”

He knew about your feelings for Sherlock. You were together when you found Sherlock and Janine together at the flat. When they kissed, John saw your expression. He could see everything so clearly? How could Sherlock not see any of that when he was so smart as he always said he was?

“Sherlock’s new girlfriend” he answered. 

“Yeah, sorry he broke your heart.”

John smiled sadly. He knew this could happen. You were always so joyful and childish, but now apart from sad, you were also upset. Sherlock hadn’t been able in all those years, not once; yet John could see right through you. 

“My heart is not the one that’s broken” he stated. John looked at you warmly. “You can talk to me.”

“Fine” you complained. Then you finally said “He’s got a girlfriend now, a girlfriend that is too dumb for him. I used to think I was too stupid for him, too ordinary. But next to her, really, I’m a genius”

“Janine is quite smart…” you interrupted him.

“This is all your fault” John looked surprised. “Yes, this is all your fault. You introduced her to him.”

“Maybe if you had come with us to that case…” John tried to defend himself.

“I was working. You know my boss is impossible”

“Then it’s your boss fault.” 

There was a small paused before you added in an angry tone:

“You know what? This is all Sherlock’s fault. He’s an idiot. I’ve been with him for the last three years. He was dead and then he wasn’t and I’m still here. It’s pathetic. I am pathetic.”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re pathetic too” you frowned “You’re still here too. How is that we even cope with him?”

“Because we both love him”

You stayed quiet. You were evaluating being completely honest with John and decided to trust him.

“I never have dates” you confessed “I just say I do and maybe Sherlock would react or do something. But he never does.”

“It’s because he’s Sherlock!” John giggled. He never thought you could say those kind of lies. You always looked so confident, so flirty. The last thing he’d doubt about you was your active love life.

“Maybe he’s reacting in the inside and doesn’t know how to express it” he added. “Maybe it’s because he’s never seen you with other guys. You’re the girl that always comes when he calls.”

“Thank you, John. I really appreciate it” you replied sarcastically.

“Then do it. Be with another guy in front of him”

“Isn’t that a little bit immature?”

“A lot. But Sherlock is immature in these matters” John smiled at you.

You smirked and leaned closer to him. His smiled slowly vanishing.

“Is this the way you make your move with me?” you asked in a seductive tone.

“What? NO!” John gulped. His cheeks were turning red. “Well, I wouldn’t mind…” he added in a whisper.

You laughed. You leaned even closer.

Oh Doctor Watson, are you nervous?” John gulped again “I promise I won’t bite you…” you smirked “Unless you want me to.”

Suddenly, Sherlock entered the room. You sat properly and gave John a wink before Sherlock could notice.

He did though.

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On Edge - Request

Requested by anon:  Can you make a heated sherlock imagine where he hasn’t had a case in a while but hasn’t been able to go to the drug dens or smoke because of Y/N so he takes out his frustration on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (doesn’t have to be smut but it could be real HEATED)

Summary: Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke. (Y/N) continues to mock him about it, without telling him where his cigarettes are, which leads Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing her what it’s like to be on edge.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Smut - edging, fingering, teasing -, dominant!Sherlock

Word count: 2,447

A/N: This is the longest piece of smut I’ve written and it’s not even smut like so, wow. I hope you like this!

Enjoy!

Originally posted by iamcumberlocked

Sherlock stomped from one side to the other of the flat.  He was frantically looking for that tiny carton box, hidden somewhere inside that messy labyrinth he had unconsciously created. She was sitting on the sofa, knowing exactly what he was doing but pretending to ignore it, although Sherlock had noticed that sly smirk formed on her red lips.

Not a case, not a single one, and that was his curse. He had saved everyone and gotten to be a big and famous detective, but what was the price of fame? Boredom, that was.

“I need them.” Sherlock begged. His back was turned to her, but he knew exactly how big and curved that mischievous grin on her face was.

“No.” She replied.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sherlock finally turned to see her.

Her legs were crossed, one over the other, and her feet were pointing at him. The black high heels matched the black pencil skirt that failed to hide the soft skin from her thighs. Her hands were holding one of his old books, and her arms rested lazily over one of the arm-holders. A messy strand of hair had fell over her face, framing it so delicately it made Sherlock get distracted for a few milliseconds.

“John told me you were annoying when you were bored.” She said, “But I have to say it: You are fascinating.”

“I’m even better when I’m smoking.” Sherlock snapped. He lifted his chin, trying to look like the intimidating man from the newspapers rather than an anxious boy.

“Those things will kill you one day.” She leaned back on the couch, allowing her head to fall back on the pillow. Sherlock observed said movement as if it had been performed in slow motion.

How the lose strand bounced over her nose before falling back to the side. The way her eyes shut after her head touched the soft fabric, and that slight breeze of air her lips expelled. The way her chest rose up a bit after, inhaling once more. And her feet, one of them – the one from the leg crossed on top – still pointing at him. How her delicate hands left the book over her lap, calling his attention to focus yet again on her skin.

He was driving him insane.

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Problem - Jim Moriarty x Reader

(I’m so sorry this is so weird. I had no real idea how to write it.)

“(Y/n)!” Jim sang, taking your wrist in his hand and leading you out of the cab.

“Jim, I swear to god if you’re taking me to watch some highly illegal act I’ll-”

“What?” Jim smirks, stopping and turning to face you, “Walk away? You really think I’d let you?”

You sigh, “Maybe I should find out.” You turn away from Moriarty to walk away but he pulls your wrist, bringing you back to him.

“Hey, hey. I promise I’m not going to do anything highly illegal. Not while I’m with you.” He says, taking your other wrist in his hand to keep your attention on him.

“Including murdering anyone?”

“Yes!” He bounces on the balls of his feet slightly, laughing at your insistence.

“Fine. What are we doing?” 

He smirks, leading you across the Thames on the bridge. He stops in the middle, pointing at the water.

“It better not be a body.”

“What do you think I am? A psychopath?” Jim rolls his eyes, tilting his head and grinning at you.

“Yes, I do actually.”

He laughs, looking down, “And quite right too.”

You look hesitantly down at the water, seeing nothing, you frown.

“What am I looking- Ah!” a scream escapes your lips as Jim pushes you forward, so that you’re leaning over the railing, about to fall if he doesn’t let go.

“Jim! What the hell are you doing?” 

He pulls you back, grinning and shaking his head.

“Why did you do that?” You ask.

Jim makes a face, “I think I love you.”

“So you scare me half to death?” 

“I can’t have a weakness.” He says, “I just can’t.”

“So you were going to kill me?”

“Of course not!” Jim laughs then suddenly his face his is serious, “I was seriously considering it.”

You shake your head, pushing your hair back from your face, “Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?”

“What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

“I mean, I’m in love with you you sick bastard and you want to kill me!”

“I can see why that might be a problem.” He says slowly.

You bite your lip, looking down and nodding.

Jim suddenly takes you face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

Shocked, it’s a few seconds before you kiss back.

Jim pulls away, grinning at you, “I like problems.”



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(Here is the much requested ‘happy ending’ to Sherlock Realizing He’s In Love With You.)

“Well, maybe it’s because you keep pushing me away! Sherlock, stop pushing me away.” you begged. The two of you had been at it for hours, as you often did. “It’s good to have friends! People who help you and protect you and love you.”

“I don’t need any help, don’t need protection, and I don’t need any love either.” Sherlock stated.

“Everyone needs help sometimes. Everyone needs love, Sherlock. Even you.” you put your hand on him, looking him in the eyes. 

“What do you want from me, Y/N?”

“I want to be your friend! I want you to let me help you and-”

“An what? Love me?”

“Sherlock…”

“No? But that’s what you just said. Friends help and love and protect, that nonsense. Tell me, do enlighten me, Y/N. What’s so great about love? The only thing it does is make you weak. Love can tear you apart faster than anything else on this planet and you somehow think I could feel that for you? That is completely absurd, Y/N.”

“You break my heart, Sherlock Holmes.”

“You see? It’s only a weakness.”

“Whatever, Sherlock. I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Just call me if you ever need help or something.” you growled and slammed his door as you walked out.


                                         -3 DAYS LATER-

“Sherlock?” your voice pleaded as soon as Sherlock picked up the phone. It was obvious you’d been crying and you were terrified. “Sherlock?” you repeated louder.

“What?”

“Tell him about my visit.” he heard Moriarty command, holding a gun to your head. “Go on, lovely.

“Sherlock, help me.” you whimpered. Moriarty sighed and you let out a cry as he yanked the phone away from you.

“Give me that he muttered impatiently. “A bore, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Not so much. She’s very bright, but she’s frightened.” Sherlock was already getting his things together to leave.

“Anyway, she’s not going to tell you about my visit, so I will. It was fun, actually… Well, for me anyway. I don’t think your Y/N enjoyed it much.” he laughed as you squirmed at his finger touching your cheek.

“What did you do to her?” Sherlock asked, trying to hide the urgency in his tone.

“Patience, Holmes. I’m getting to that part.” he said, smiling. “Why do you care anyway? I heard you don’t even care about poor, poor Y/N. From what I hear, she’s heartbroken.” Moriarty laughed. Sherlock finally realized, Moriarty had been planning this for a long time. He’d been using you for a long time and you’d been giving Sherlock desperate hints for months. “Let’s play a little game, Sherlock. I’l be the teacher and you be the student.” he stated. “Have you figured it out yet?”

“Yes.” Sherlock replied.

“Good, now, do you mind sharing your answer?”

“You’ve had her wired this whole time. The moment you found out she was close to me you took your chance. She’s and innocent girl. She’s got nothing to do with this. Let her go and I’ll play your game.”

“But, Sherlock, she is the game.” he sighed. “She is the game…” he repeated. “And I’m getting very bored quickly… I might just… get rid of her.” he said, slowly driving a dull knife into your side.

“Sherlock!” you screamed. “I’ll give you ten minutes to find her. That’s all. I’ll kill her and leave if you don’t.” Moriarty hung up the phone.

Sherlock knew he was later but he hoped Moriarty hadn’t notices, though Sherlock knew he had.

“Y/N!” Sherlock yelled when he burst in the door. You were strapped to a chair in the middle of a small concrete room. Your head hung over, and the blood on your forehead, cold and dry, signaling it wasn’t fresh but the blood on your shirt was warm and sticky as it spread on your shirt quickly. Sherlock tapped your cheeks, calling your name. Sherlock cut you loose of the leather restraints on your chest, wrists and ankles, allowing you to fall forward onto him as he called for an ambulance.

“You came…” you panted, letting out a hoarse sob. “You came…” 

“Of course I did.” he whispered, pushing your hair back. “Sit tight, then. You’re going to be okay.” he nodded. 

“Sherlock,” 

“Hush.” 

“Sherlock, I’m sorry.” 

Just in time, the ambulance arrived. You were beginning to fade, your skin grew a sickly pale and your eyes were glossy. “If you hadn’t found her when you had, she would be dead.” the doctor reported at the hospital. “But the surgery went smoothly and she’s resting now. We’ll soon be able to release her.” 

“How long?” your brother, Greg, asked. 

“A few days, a week or two at the most.” said the white haired old man. “I’ll have a nurse take you to see her. If you’ll excuse me,” the doctor weaved around the men in front of him. They’d all been crying together, more than anyone in the hospital had ever seen three grown men cry.

“Y/N?” your brother said quietly and cautiously as he stepped toward you. You slowly turned your head, still groggy from the sedative given to you. A small smile formed on your chapped lips. “Y/N…” he sighed with relief, his bloodshot eyes swelling again with happy tears. “You’re never allowed to leave my sight again.”

“How do you feel, love?” John asked, smiling as he crouched at your bedside, pulling your hand to his lips. 

“Better than you lot look.” you replied hoarsely. “I love you guys.” you coughed as you tried to laugh with them. 

“I love you too.” Greg replied, John’s lips hummed against your knuckles and Sherlock stood stiffly at the edge of your bed, his chin held high in the air. 

“Well…” you shrugged. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Come here.” You held your arm in the air and John stepped away as Sherlock moved around your bed, slowly lowering himself to allow you to hug his neck. “You’re supposed to hug me back, genius.” you whispered. Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you and he hugged you close to him.

“Am I missing something?” Greg asked. 

“Usually.” you winked before you pulled away from Sherlock’s hug and pressed your lips full onto his in a slow kiss, earning a groan of disgust from Greg and a chuckle form John. 


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Sherlock x reader: What if Sherrinford had been actually a brother?

And played by Hiddleston.

Summary: You and Sherlock are friends. One day, you show up to 221B like usual and find a strange man sitting on Sherlock’s chair. Sherrinford shows an interest in you, which annoys Sherlock. And he doesn’t know why that happens. 


You opened the door and climbed up the stairs to go to see your friends Sherlock and John. It had been a long and boring day at work. You suddenly stopped when you saw a strange man sitting on Sherlock’s chair. Was he a client? Clients don’t sit there. And where were Sherlock and John?

The man looked at you from head to toes. He liked what he saw. 

“Are you a client?” you asked innocently.

The man laughed softly.

“No, dear. My little brother can only dream of the cases I couldn’t be able to solve on my own.”

“Brother?” You turned to see Sherlock who had just stepped into the room. “You have a secret brother you never told me about?” 

“Not so secret now” Sherlock whispered. 

“Where are your manners, little brother? Won’t you introduce me?” the man teased.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“Stay away from her, Sherrinford. Mycroft will be here any minute.”

Sherrinford?” you questioned “Someone with that name has to be a Holmes”

Sherrinford laughed softly. His laugh was perfect for your ears.

“Funny and pretty” he told you. 

You felt your cheeks turned red. 

You knew that if Sherlock didn’t like him, you probable wouldn’t like him either. But you did. Maybe it was his perfect face. Or those cheekbones. You never thought someone could have better cheekbones than Sherlock’s. It was a family thing apparently. 

“Tell me something I don’t know” you answered confidently. Sherrinford smirked. He was probably expecting that you felt intimidated by his “compliments”.

Sherlock looked at you wide-eyed. Why weren’t you being rude to him? You were always rude to people Sherlock didn’t like.

Sherrinford had his eyes set on you only. His brother was such an idiot. You were clearly so in love with Sherlock, but he hadn’t made any move. And he loved you back, in his way. Sherrinford could see through everyone. He always knew both of his brothers were stupid, they both have rejected human contact or emotions in order to focus on their brains and knowledge. Sherrinford was even better than them, but he also knew how to use his charms. He could play with people’s feelings and minds in order to get what he wanted. 

And now he wanted you. Only to tease Sherlock.

You’ve always been a very flirty girl, you’ve even flirted with Sherlock thousand of times, or at Sherlock, to better say it. You just loved the way he got uncomfortable, it made him look so adorable.

But now you were flirting with Sherrinford. He was saying things that were only meant to make you answer in a more intimate manner. However, you were tough to conquer. Sherrinford accepted the challenge. He smirked.

Sherlock couldn’t stand it. Why was he feeling like that? Was it because everyone, absolutely everyone that met his brother always felt like that? Like if they were all under his spell? Sherlock expected you not to be one of those. 

Mycroft finally arrived. You knew it was your time to leave as this would probably become pure family drama. You said bye and gave Sherrinford a last glance and a smile. Both Sherlock and Mycroft were in shock. For God’s sake, not her too.

Sherlock stopped you just when you were at the door.

“(Y/N)!” he called. You looked at him. “I’ve never been able to read you, but I have noticed you were quite interested in Sherrinford,

“He seems…nice” you responded.

“He’s not” Sherlock replied inmediately “Just don’t fall for whatever-it-is he does to people. He can seem very… interesting

“He’s not bad” you whispered. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do you like him?” Sherlock sounded disgusted.

“Are you jealous?” you giggled.

“Of course not. Answer me.”

“Why? Has he told you anything?” you sounded curious now. 

“No. What would he tell me?”

“You just tell me if he says anything about me” you smirked at Sherlock, waved goodbye and then left.

Sherlock sighed. What was he going to do now? Was he going to lose you too to his brother’s charms? 


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Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

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Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates - Sherlock x reader

A/N: Sherlock Holmes has ruined me completely and there is no denying it. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, because it’s 11:13 in a thursday morning and I have this somewhat important exam tomorrow, yet I’m here with another request because why the fuck not, right?
But anyways, drama aside, I really hope you guys enjoy this. Also, for the lovely people who have sent me requests, do not fear, I have not forgotten about you. They will be coming soon, I promise, because mind you I am not done with ruining my life just yet.

Requested by anon: sherlock x reader song fic based on sick of losing soulmates by dodie?

Word count: 2413
Warnings: angst because I’m all in for it

Originally posted by silent-micka

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I Need Your Help - Sherlock x Reader

Based on a request by anon but I didn’t do the whole request. I don’t do much.


“(Y/n). (Y/n), look at me.” He cupped your face in his hands, but your eyes were clamped shut, “I need you to focus.”

You shook your head, your tears jittering down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this without you.” Sherlock said, his lip quivering.

You opened your eyes slowly, “You’re Sherlock Holmes.”

“And you’re (Y/n). Please.”

“No.” 

“Fine. I’ll do it without you.” His hands left your skin, leaving your cheeks feeling oddly cold, a burning freeze.

“Fine.”