~we call her sherlock~

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“Have you heard from Y/N today? She said she was sick but she usually calls in,” Sherlock questioned, your absence catching his attention as they began to walk down your street. While he looked lost in his own thoughts, John quickly checked his phone to find still no messages or calls from you.

“No, but if she says she’s sick we should just leave her be. Sherlock, Sherlock no-” John called, trying to reach out and grab Sherlock as he began to turn and head straight to your familiar red door. John’s fingers wrapped around thin air as he stood for a moment, watching Sherlock as he sighed before he looked both ways and crossed the street behind the curly haired man.

“Too late,” Sherlock called back as he ran up to your door, quickly finding your ‘hidden’ key yet he knocked once before. “Y/N?”

“She’s probably asleep, we should just- And now you’re breaking in. Y/N isn’t going to be okay with this,” John insisted as Sherlock opened the door and stepped into your cool apartment.

“I don’t care, I’m just concerned,” Sherlock brushed off John’s concern as the smaller man followed him into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah I’m sure she’ll believe that,” John mumbled, looking into the empty living room before watching Sherlock begin to walk down the hallway to your kitchen and bedroom.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Sherlock called as he opened your bedroom door. John watched as he froze in the doorway, quickly moving to join his friend.

“OH MY GOD! GET OUT SHERLOCK!” you screamed trying to cover yourself with your blankets,“Sherlock please!”

“Is- Is that Moriarty?” John asked, peeking his head in the doorframe beside a speechless Sherlock as your bedmate popped up from the covers.

“Hi,” he greeted, a smug grin on his face as he watched John and Sherlock looking at the two of you with your messy hair and the scattered clothes all over the room.

“Y/N!”

“Good God will all of you shut the fuck up! Yes okay, Moriarty and I have been seeing each other,” you shouted, feeling a headache begin to form as you readjusted the blankets, trying desperately to make sure Sherlock and John didn’t see anything indecent.

“Really! Y/N! I thought- My God,” John stuttered, still reeling though Sherlock stood beside him cold as ice and quiet as he glared down Moriarty.

“You know, people keep saying that today. Is it Sunday? Because I’ve never heard God said this much on a weekday.”

“Shut the fuck up Moriarty!”


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and here he is! i slowly tricked kaze into describing how he looked.

a little temporary reference sheet for @kazefiend‘s new sans, who we call “sherlock”. i’ll let her tell you guys more about him, but i love him… and it seems like vanille is interested in him too. ;}c

Crystaltale!sans “sherlock” - @kazefiend

  • Pathologist: *enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *examining a body*
  • Pathologist: *rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock: *still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist: *sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist: *frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly: *enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock: *steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • *in the lab*
  • Mary: *sipping coffee* How was the date last night, Molly?
  • Sherlock: *at his microscope; rolls his eyes*
  • Molly: *sighs* Bloody awful! We had absolutely nothing in common. He thought a specialist registrar was a marriage guidance counsellor.
  • Mary: *raises an eyebrow* Wow...
  • John: *sympathetic* Chin up. You'll meet someone.
  • Molly: *shrugs* I don't know; maybe it's me.
  • Sherlock: Oh for God's sake, Molly, of course it's not you. You're perfect.
  • Molly: ...
  • John: ...
  • Mary: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *looking between them; frowns* Oh, come on. This is not news!
  • John & Mary: *murmur their agreement*
  • Molly: *blinking; overwhelmingly happy* R-really?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup.
  • Molly: *throws her arms around his neck; kisses his cheek* Thank you.
  • John: *mutters to Mary* We think so, too.
  • Sherlock: *cheeks pink* You can sod off.
❤️1 Year of #sherlollytextchats❤️
  • *Bart's lab*
  • Molly: *teasing* Oh, Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *working at the microscope*
  • Molly: *moving closer; wrapping her arms around him* Sherrrrlock?
  • Sherlock: I can't hear you, Molly.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes; whispers* Mr. Holmes? *kissing his cheek*
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Yes, Doctor Hooper?
  • Molly: I was wondering if you were free on Saturday...maybe we could have that long overdue dinner.
  • Sherlock: *leans against her* Can't. I’m already having dinner with about sixty other people. Very formal, I don't think you'd be interested.
  • Molly: *nuzzles his ear* Oh, really?
  • Sherlock: *nods* I'm afraid so.
  • Molly: *smirks* Maybe we could have lunch, then?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Oh, my dear, your timing couldn't be worse. You see, I am getting married Saturday lunchtime *turns to kiss her*
  • Molly: *giggles* Are you really?
  • Sherlock: Yes. You're welcome to join me, if you like. But you'll need a beautiful wedding dress.
  • Molly: *ruffles his hair* Oh, the dress codes of these posh places, eh?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Indeed.
  • Molly: I'll be there.
  • Sherlock: *smirks; leaning closer* Now, about the wedding night...
Puppy names
  • John: So it's true? you two are adopting a puppy?
  • Molly: Yes, Meena's Golden Retriever has had a really large litter and they are driving her nuts. It was a really hard decision, specially after Toby's death and Sherlock's backstory with pets...
  • John: Well I am glad for you two. You know... from adopting pets to having children there's only one step.
  • Sherlock: *chokes on coffee*
  • John: Anyway... have you thought any names for the dog?
  • Molly: Well... if it's a boy we are going to call him Redbeard II and if it's a girl we are calling her Agatha.
  • Sherlock: And if they are fat we are naming them Mycroft.
  • Molly: ...
  • John: ...