#bbc!sherlock x reader
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Playing Games
bbc!sherlock x fem!reader
summary: you and sherlock are stuck in the flat, bored out of your minds. what comes next is surprising to both of you (mostly you).
warnings: 18+, smut, p in v sex, language
wc: 1.2k
a/n: based on a request by @fierytteokbokki! I took a creative liberty or two - not necessarily angry sex, but I hope you still like it :)
It’s been a long four hours.
You’re sitting on the couch of 221B Baker Street, trying to get some work done, but Sherlock is in front of you, pacing and muttering to himself.
“Can you stop that?” you ask him, getting slightly irritated. “I’m trying to work here.”
“I don’t know why John insists you stay here, to watch me like I’m some sort of child!” Sherlock exclaims, turning around to face you.
He’s not wrong. Your cousin, John, took you under his wing until you settled back in after living away, but now he uses you to leave Sherlock and get some alone time. You don’t blame him.
“I don’t know either, but to make this more tolerable for both of us, please, sit down or just do anything else but pace like a wild animal.”
“I just need a case! Something, anything will do!"
“I can’t control that, so don’t take it out on me. I don’t want to be here either.”
“No?”
“You really think a 30-something wants to stay in on a Friday night?”
“I don’t know!”
“Just… quit pacing, and maybe John will be back home so we both can do what we want.”
You focus your eyes back on your screen, but you sense Sherlock is staring at you.
“What do you want?” you slam your laptop closed.
“What?”
“You’re staring?”
“No, I’m not."
“Sherlock, please stop acting like a child! What do you want with me?”
“I am not acting like a child!”
You roll your eyes and sigh, going back to your work, hoping you can ignore Sherlock that way, hoping John comes back soon.
Sherlock pushes your laptop closed.
“Dammit Sherlock!” You look up at him, and he seems pleased with himself. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“I’m not being that annoying, am I?”
“Oh god,” you say, rubbing your face. “I am not in the mood to do this, Sherlock. Just, leave me alone, okay?”
“Leave you alone? You’re free to leave at any time, y/n.”
“I’m pretty sure John would kill me. He says you need to be supervised, especially when you don’t have a case.”
Sherlock frowns.
“Seriously, what do you want?”
“Bored.”
“Not my problem, Sherlock.”
“You’re the only one here, won’t you please entertain me?”
“You’re an adult, entertain yourself.” You set your laptop aside, standing up in front of Sherlock.
“What do you do all day on your laptop? I’ve never seen you without it.”
“I work remotely.”
“That’s all?”
“You don’t need to know."
“Hmm,” he hums, stepping closer to you.
“I really don’t like you,” you say, moving to walk past Sherlock. As you do, Sherlock grabs your arm. “What?”
“I’m sick of this too.”
“Great, now let me go,” you say, trying to wiggle out of Sherlock’s grip.
“This is fascinating,” Sherlock whispers.
“What now?”
“You’re trying to hide your true feelings.”
“What are you talking about?”
Sherlock smirks, which makes you roll your eyes.
“Admit it.”
“I’ve had enough of you, Sherlock,” you tell him, staring him down.
“We don’t have to play games, y/n. We’re adults.”
“Seriously, just let me go and I’ll leave. I know that’s what you want.”
“That’s not what I want,” Sherlock mutters.
Sherlock is inches from your face, eyes locked with each other. He leans in and kisses you.
You’re taken aback, but the hesitation goes away as he places a hand on either side of your face. You've pushed down these feelings for Sherlock, as he works with your cousin - it didn't seem right.
Sherlock’s kisses get messier, hungrier, and you find yourself touching him in any way you can.
You eventually find the buttons on his shirt, and start to fiddle with them.
“Tell me what you want,” Sherlock mutters into your ear.
“I just want you,” you tell him, colliding your lips with his again.
He pushes his body against yours, and you can feel his hardness under his clothes.
You undo his buttoned up shirt and slide it off. Your hands move up and down his chest, learning his body.
He tugs at your shirt, and you happily comply. It gets tossed somewhere on the floor, but you’re not paying attention.
Sherlock’s hands move down your sides and to your jeans. “May I?” he whispers, his hands on the zipper.
You nod, unable to speak.
Once your jeans and panties are off, he gently pushes you onto the couch, stradling you. He again presses his crotch against you, making both of you moan.
“Just fuck me already, Sherlock,” you whisper, running your hands through his dark curls.
“With pleasure,” he growls, taking his own pants off, tossing them aside. When he removes his boxers, you’re surprised by the size of his cock.
“Sherlock,” you squeak.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says as his tip comes into contact with your center.
You buck at the sensation.
“Good,” he whispers, gathering spit on his hand to lube the both of you up.
His tip gently enters you, and you can’t help the moan that escapes from your lips.
“Oh, I’m not even in yet,” Sherlock says, leaning down to kiss your neck and pushing deeper into you.
“Fuck, Sherlock,” you moan, unable to say anything else.
Sherlock gently rocks his hips, helping open you up.
“You feel so good,” he growls.
You moan in reply, your brain short-circuiting.
His pace quickens, and soon the flat is filled with moans and the ungodly noise of bodies coming into contact repeatedly.
Neither one of you hears the door open.
“Jesus Christ!” you hear John shout.
“John!” you exclaim, trying to cover up but there’s nothing in your reach to help you. In your startle, Sherlock’s dick pulls out from you.
“With Sherlock?” John shouts, covering his face.
“John, I can explain,” you say.
“No, you don’t need to explain,” John says, turning around and walking towards the door. “I will never be able to get this out of my head,” he exclaims as he exits the flat, closing the door behind him.
Sherlock grins at you.
“What?” you ask him, slightly annoyed by his grin.
“I love how we were caught by your cousin,” he tells you as he leans in for a kiss.
You turn your face away from him. “Yeah, well, I’m not in the mood any more.”
“Oh, you’re not?” Sherlock cocks an eyebrow.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m going to finish fucking you, and that’s not a request,” Sherlock says, pushing back into you.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
“That’s what I thought,” Sherlock sends you a sly smile.
“Do your worst,” you say with a mischievous smile.
“With pleasure,” he retorts, starting up his thrusting again.
Only moans come out of you as you have some of the best sex you’ve ever had, and soon you feel your orgasm coming.
“Sherlock,” you mumble between breaths. “I’m close.”
“Keep it in for me, baby,” he tells you.
“I don’t know if I can,” you gasp.
“One more second.”
“Sherlock, I can’t!”
“Go ahead, baby girl,” he mutters against your neck.
You release and almost scream at how good it feels. A few more thrusts more and Sherlock comes in you, gasping.
He collapses on top of you.
“Fuck, Sherlock,” you say, running your hands through his hair.
“You seemed to enjoy that,” he smiles against your chest.
“Fuck,” you say again.
“Do you want to admit those feelings now?” Sherlock teases.
“I’ll think about it,” you smile.
Sherlock smiles and kisses you as you wrap your arms around him and hold him close.
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🔎Sherlock Holmes recommendations🔎
Ongoing
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Completed (series/miniseries)
🔎Blinding Jealousy (by @writingliv): After a terrible date, you are stuck in the rain just around the corner from the house of your bosses.
Part1 | Part2 | Part3
🔎Lets have dinner (by @classickook): as sherlock’s neighbor and friend, you’ve spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another.
Part 1 | Part 2
One Shots/Drabbles/ Prompts
🔎Thursday thrill (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): When Sherlock comes home high off the thrill of case solving, he proceeds to drive Y/N insane (in the best way, of course). Though he refuses to wind down and take a break, Y/N must use her wits to CALM. HIM. DOWN.
🔎safe in your arms (by @classickook): sherlock can only fully relax when he’s in your presence so after he comes home from a frustrating case one day, he’s more than happy to be in your arms again.
🔎Deep Water (by @starks-hero): When a case goes wrong and leaves you in a bad way, guilt begins to get to Sherlock, who’s holding himself accountable.
🔎Always On My Mind (by @starks-hero): Sherlock's mind is a cursed thing that decides to torture him with everything he fears most whilst he tries to rest.
🔎His Remedy (by @starks-hero): You are one of the few people that can handle Sherlock when he has had a bad day. In fact, you're the only one.
🔎Touch Starved (by @starks-hero): It's taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.
🔎Love as Deep as Ours (by @multific): Every morning Sherlock doubted he deserved you. And every day you prove him more than worthy.
🔎unintentional mystery (by @fool-who-dreams):The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you.
🔎Soulmates (by @writingliv): Sherlock Holmes has finally found his match. One could say he has found his soulmate.
🔎505 (by @annesthaeticc): Sherlock finally comes back to the land of the living. Is it truly possible that after two years, he'll be welcomed back?
🔎Personal (by @annesthaeticc): He's sick and tired of being just friends. Sherlock finally lets you know what he truly feels for you on your special night.
🔎Puppy Luv (by @annesthaeticc): While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend. And hopefully your new friend. He brings her home and fluff ensues.
🔎Sentiment (by @goldencherriess):Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker.
🔎And they were roommates (by @goldencherriess): Y/N quickly discovers that being roommates with Sherlock Holmes has its own benefits.
🔎Spiraling (by @stupidthoughtsinwriting): After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street
🔎The London eye (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): Y/N has a problem; she’s in love with Sherlock Holmes. She’s decided to bury her feelings, but we all know that nothing gets past the consulting detective and his deductions. But could he be hiding something himself? A tour of one of England’s greatest landmarks might just reveal a couple secrets... after all, love is in the air, right?
🔎measurements (by @classickook): as you join john and sherlock on a case, you’re not too pleased to see the infamous irene adler flirting with your boyfriend.
🔎Not You Watson, I Meant Watson! (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): It’s been a near week since Sherlock has had a new case, and he’s positively vexed. But when John arrives with an unexpected visitor, things certainly liven up for the consulting detective.
🔎Safe Place (by @lykaonimagines): During an argument over one of Sherlock’s experiments, Y/N realizes some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on.
🔎Come Home (by @lykaonimagines): Sherlock had sent Y/N away shortly after Mary’s death in hopes of protecting her... and preventing her from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. Now that she’s back and has all the details, she’s not sure their relationship can survive it.
🔎Absence of You (by @lykaonimagines): Y/N’s sent away on a mission for months, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in her life and how badly he wants her home.
🔎Meet the Parents (by @starks-hero): Whilst visiting 221B, you finally get the chance to meet Sherlock's parents. Embarrassment ensues.
🔎Danger Night’s (by @starks-hero): Sherlock never really cared what the drugs did to him until he saw what they were doing to you.
🔎Comfort (by @starks-hero): finding comfort in his arms after a long day
🔎Different (by @starks-hero): After a night in together, you find that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk.
🔎Fixation (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds): Sherlock and Y/N have always teased each other relentlessly, claiming one was fixated on the other. One day while on a case, they realize that their banter holds a ring of truth.
🔎Darling It's Cold Outside (by @starks-hero): A snowstorm falls over London and you're left trapped at 221B with Sherlock. It doesn't sound all that bad, but keeping Sherlock entertained poses as a challenge.
🔎The Right One (by @starks-hero): Sherlock's previous experiences with love left a few cracks. But you're more than happy to help mend them.
🔎It’s just a head cold (by @starks-hero): Sherlock may make a great detective, but he's a bloody awful doctor.
🔎I Took Care Of It (by @starks-hero): Mycroft is horrified to discover that one of his old insults no longer applies to his little brother.
🔎Missed You (by @sherlockxreader): You come home from months away climbing Mount Everest and Sherlock tells you just how much he as missed you.
🔎The Case of the Unread Article (by @sherlockxreader): Sherlock tries his hardest to gain your attention after weeks of not having a case
🔎I Want One (by @victoriaholmeswriting): Sherlock and his girlfriend (reader) are watching Rosie on John and Mary's date night when he makes a life changing request.
🔎The Holmes Family (by @victoriaholmeswriting): When refusing to dress up for Halloween results in an argument with his wife, Sherlock re-evaluates his priorities and tries to make it right.
🔎Ballroom Blitz (by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds):John and Mary suspect a spark between their friends Sherlock and Y/N, but they just can’t go about proving it. When the Baker Street gang is invited to a prestigious ball, the Watson’s suspicions might just be confirmed amid the grandeur...
🔎the feeling is mutual (by @classickook): you've been harboring a crush on sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as you can. foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he’ll even return your sentiment?
🔎ILY (by @annesthaeticc):On a quiet Sunday evening, Sherlock contemplates how he feels for you, and finally the three sweetest words you ever heard fell from his pretty lips.
🔎Merry Christmas, Sherlock (by @writingliv): Sherlock craves your attention and a bet may just do the trick.
🔎Every second (by @imeternallylove)
🔎Late Nights & Violins (by @daydreamtofiction)
🔎You wanted my attention now you have it! (by @asherloki)
🔎Imagine accidentally drinking the spiked Christmas punch at Sherlock’s family home… (by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction)
🔎Sherlock and the Green-Eyed Monster (by @thepokyone)
🔎Compared to you (by @thepokyone)
🔎The stray (by @thepokyone)
🔎Pillow (by @thebaileybugle)
🔎Bubble Bath (by @classickook)
🔎Your Hidden Strength (by @okay-j-hannah)
🔎small jealousy (by @specialagentlokitty)
🔎good to you (by @specialagentlokitty)
🔎Second chances (by @thepokyone)
🔎Relatioship advice (by @thepokyone)
🔎Merry christmas to all (by @geeks-universe)
🔎Bedside manners (by @luxwritesfanfic)
🔎On tap (by @luxwritesfanfic)
🔎You’re the only thing that matters (by @annesthaeticc)
🔎Here comes the sun (by @aephereal)
🔎Right where you left me (by @luxwritesfanfic)
🔎Christmas at 221B Baker street (by @strrvnge)
🔎skeletons and sugar rushes (by @thepokyone)
🔎Kids in love (by @thepokyone)
🔎Dislike (by @thepokyone)
🔎Ridiculous costumes (by @thepokyone)
🔎Time goes on (by @thepokyone)
🔎Violin lessons (by @thepokyone)
🔎Empath (by @grace-writes-shit)
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You can check other characters recommendations here
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Detective!Ghost : Punch me in the face!
Y/N : …punch you? 🤨
Detective!Ghost, points to his face : Yes, punch me. In the face. Didn’t you hear me?
Y/N, squints : I always hear “punch me in the face” when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.
Detective!Ghost, rolls his eyes : Oh, for god’s sakes.
Detective!Ghost, smacks them hard across the face :
Y/N, gasps : 😨😵💫
Y/N, returns the punch to his face :
Detective!Ghost, stumbles a bit : Thank you. That was …that was…
Y/N, continues to punch him in the gut :
Y/N, puts Ghost in a headlock : You ought to remember, Ghost, I was a soldier! I killed people!
Detective!Ghost, struggles to break free : You were a doctor!
Y/N, grips harder : I had bad days!
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Imagine Sherlock constantly barging into your apartment…
The key turned in the door as the locked clicked to allow you passage into your apartment. Pulling the groceries into the room, you were busy thinking of which bags held the frozen items when you looked up and saw the calamity being conducted inside by the detective downstairs.
You had told him repeatedly not to enter your home without your consent and most certainly, not to touch anything!
“It’s like you get a kick out of pressing my buttons.” You asked, setting the bags down at your feet.
Your favourite clock had been taken off the wall and dismantled. The books were scattered along the tables and floors and Sherlock appeared to have taken creative liberty with your mantelpiece decor.
Shaking your head, you had had enough. “I can’t do it anymore - you win. I’m moving out.”
Sherlock, not expecting that to be the response, frowned. “What?”
“Moving out.” You repeated. “It’s clear that you hate having me around. I thought that staying here would be nice - that it would be easier to consult with you on cases but obviously not.”
You grabbed your coat from the back of the chair and moved in the direction of the door.
“I don’t come here because I don’t like you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Sherlock said.
Stopping what you were doing, you turned around. Sherlock was now looking at you. His face harbouring a light smile.
“I enjoy spending time with you and yes, sometimes I irritate you and disrupt your life but it’s because I don’t know how to ask for your company.”
~ More imagines here ~
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Last Updated: 2024-02-06
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.
✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."
✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."
✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."
✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."
✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.
✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.
✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.
✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it.
✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."
✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."
✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."
✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"
✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."
✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"
✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.
✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."
✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."
✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."
✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…
✑ Let's Have Dinner￨Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."
✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.
✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."
✑ On Edge￨Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."
✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."
✑ Rest of Our Lives￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."
✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."
✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."
✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.
✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •
Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.
✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."
✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.
✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again
✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."
✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."
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brother dearest
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: Mycroft had never considered himself to be overprotective. However, he isn't overly pleased with how smitten his little brother is with you...
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: John is the only one with any emotional intelligence and Mycroft is faced with the horrifying ordeal of realising his younger sibling is dating, so they're all idiots really
Mycroft Holmes could practically feel his blood pressure rising. Confidential documents had been stolen from the very hands of the British government, putting the democratic well-being of an entire nation in jeopardy. And his little brother wouldn't answer the phone.
The moment word of the breach had gotten to Mycroft his first plan of action was to call Sherlock. Of course, he could have hypothetically dealt with the issue himself had it not required leg work. But to his dismay, contacting the youngest Holmes seemed to be as unlikely as winning the lottery.
Tossing dignity to the wind in the name of restoring balance to the western world, Mycroft stooped to the, in his opinion, ever embarrassing low of visiting Baker Street himself. He ascended the stairs, his displeasure evident in the weight of his steps, and refused to practice the common courtesy of knocking before entering the flat. Sherlock had lost that privilege when he refused to pick up the bloody phone.
Mycroft tutted with annoyance when he found both the living room and kitchen empty. Sherlock's coat, with whom he refused to go anywhere without, still hung idle on the clothes rack. He was in the flat and Mycroft was going to find him if he had to tear away every brick.
With all the begrudgement of a man who'd had his morning routine seriously uprooted, Mycroft marched towards Sherlock's bedroom and swung open the door.
He almost immediately wished he hadn't.
Sherlock lay sprawled out on the bed, white sheets twisting over alabaster skin. His eyes were shut, his hair a tangled mess of curls and you lay by his side.
Mycroft's jaw fell so quickly he expected it to unhinge and clatter against the floor with all the comedic effect of a nineties cartoon.
Sherlock's head rested against your shoulder whilst the lower half of your face was largely hidden by his curls. Your lips brushed his forehead in a prolonged kiss and Sherlock's arm was thrown over you almost possessively. Your own hand curled softly around the nape of his neck.
Disbelief, embarrassment and anger chased each other across Mycroft's expression before he settled with complete mortification. He couldn't explain it, not really, but seeing his little brother in bed with someone made him feel ridiculously nauseous.
Sherlock shifted, stretching out his limbs like a content cat before nuzzling closer to you.
Having no idea what else to do, the eldest Holmes shut the door. After a quick and failed attempt to purge the last few moments from his memory, he made his way back towards the living room.
He was met by John.
The doctor quickly did away with his fresh bag of groceries in order to make small talk, much to Mycroft's disdain. When John got around to the reason for his visit, and therefore Sherlock's current whereabouts, Mycroft shifted awkwardly.
“He seems to be occupied.”
A look of confusion clouded John's expression. He glanced down the hallway, jutting his thumb in the direction of Sherlock's room.
“I'm fairly certain he's just–” John's words were dissolved by the bitter look that was thrown his way by the eldest Holmes. “–oh, he didn't tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Mycroft asked with a painfully fake smile.
John swallowed thickly, suddenly very unhappy with the fact that he was the one that had to break the news to possibly the most powerful man in Britain that his little brother was seeing someone.
“He uh– he didn't tell you about himself and Y/N?”
Mycroft blinked. “It would appear he left out that minor detail.”
The silence that followed was awkward at best and utterly painful at worst. John, who wanted nothing more for the interaction to end but had no idea how to make that happen, nodded. Mycroft cleared his throat and readjusted his hold on his umbrella.
He glanced back towards his brother's room and John didn't miss the subtle glare he was trying to hide. Ah, so that's what this was about. John may not have shared Sherlock's observational skills but he did have a sister. He knew what overprotectiveness looked like.
“Mycroft, you do realise that Sherlock is an adult.”
“If that's what you would like to call him.”
“Right,” John dismissed quickly. “But he and Y/N are together. They have feelings–”
What was very much beginning to sound like a new rendition of ‘the birds and the bees’ was shortened by a scoff on Mycroft's behalf.
"My brother is barely capable of understanding his own feelings, you think he can handle someone else's?"
“You'd be surprised.”
Surprised was certainly one word for it. Mycroft simply couldn't imagine his brother being emotionally involved with anyone, regardless of how much imagination he tried to employ. He failed to imagine Sherlock in any situation that involved intimacy or vulnerability, let alone with you.
As if the very thought of you had doubled as a summoning spell, you entered the kitchen, steps lazy and eyes tired. If you were surprised to see the eldest Holmes you hid it well.
“Mycroft,” you greeted with a tight-lipped smile.
“Y/N.”
Your eyes moved between him and John, trying to piece together what exactly you'd walked into. John cleared his throat. You fought the urge to just go back to bed.
“Can I get you anything?” You motioned to the kitchen.
“My brother, if it's no trouble.”
“Showering,” you yawned. You decided not to add the bit where Sherlock had mentioned needing to ‘cool off before facing the devil so early in the morning’ upon realising his brother was in the living room. “He won't be long.”
“I see. I hate to show up unannounced. But I tried to call this morning and it seemed he was unavailable.”
You smirked despite yourself. Mycroft's grasp on his umbrella tightened.
After a few agonising moments that consisted of you cluelessly making yourself a morning cup of tea, Mycroft glaring holes into your back and John all but hiding behind his newspaper, Sherlock joined you.
His hair was damp, curls frizzed up due to the warm water. Mycroft hadn't seen it in such a state since Sherlock was a child. The unruly nature of his hair, as well as its tendency to make him look far less intimidating and far more endearing, often led to embarrassment. Which is why Mycroft was so surprised to see him so at ease.
Sherlock didn't so much as acknowledge his brother's existence as he made a beeline towards you, accepting the tea you offered and leaving a lazy kiss against the side of your head. He was smiling fondly all the while.
Said smile immediately fell when he spotted Mycroft. Sherlock muttered something about god under his breath and took a long, almost purposefully so, sip from his mug before speaking.
“Terrorist attack or security breach?”
Mycroft raised an unamused brow.
“It's ten o'clock on a Sunday morning, from my understanding you should be having tea with the prime minister or something–” Sherlock waved his free hand around dismissively. “You wouldn't be here if it wasn't of national importance. So which is it? Suspected terrorist attack or a security breach?”
“That, brother mine, is something you would have already been clued in on if you'd learned how to answer my calls.” Mycroft intended for his words to be somewhat scolding but judging by how Sherlock reclined in his chair and crossed his legs he figured his attempt at exerting some sort of authority over his younger brother had failed. “Now, it's not as threatening as initially believed but still relevant enough to warrant some sort of investigation. Which is why I need you to–”
His words fizzled out at the sight of you moving to stand behind Sherlock's chair. Your stance was relaxed, comfortable, as if you felt you belonged where you stood, as some sort of watchful protector. Mycroft glowered.
You seemed unfazed and Mycroft couldn't tell which he hated more, your hand now on Sherlock's shoulder or the fact that his brother was smirking because of it.
By some miracle, he managed to make it through the rest of the briefing without giving away just how much he wanted the floorboards to open up and swallow him.
He didn't know why the sight of you both together irritated him so much but by god was it getting under his skin. The glances you shared that Mycroft knew had hidden meanings behind them. How his brother, who needed a week's recovery in his room after any social interaction, preened under your touch. The youthful look in his eyes, the boyish smile. It was somehow painful to look at.
Mycroft could still recall when he was the only one that could placate his brother. When they were children, spending hours in their garden estate, finding insects and frogs and recalling their Latin names. Anything to keep their brilliant young minds entertained. He remembered how Sherlock would light up with each new nugget of information Mycroft gave him. Even into their teenage years, he was the one Sherlock trusted, the one he looked to for help and guidance. It had always been him.
But now, now there was you.
He had you to confide in. To talk to. To irritate with a tirade of useless facts that anyone else would think irrelevant. He had you to look out for him and comfort him and Mycroft couldn't understand why this was angering him so–
Oh.
The notion that his little brother had, in fact, grown up and didn't need him anymore came as a very unwelcome realisation. Mycroft had the sudden desire to leave the flat as promptly as he could.
“Well,” he cleared his throat. “I should be getting on. I trust you'll fill me in on your findings?”
Sherlock groaned, in agreement or dismissal it was hard to tell.
Mycroft, who now wanted nothing more than to leave, turned to make his way to the door. “Good day, doctor Watson.”
John nodded, not failing to notice the change in Mycroft's stance.
‘He's copped on then.’
Partially because of your closeness to the door and partially in an attempt to rectify whatever you'd done to wrong Mycroft, you moved to show him out.
He passed you silently but as you stepped back to close the door, he stopped you.
He seemed uneasy, an emotion that looked unnatural and foreign on him. His nerves were infectious and you quickly found yourself growing anxious, expecting him to gift you with some horrific piece of information to pass on to Sherlock to save him from dealing with the mess of telling his brother himself.
His actual request was something much softer.
“Take care of him, will you?”
It took a few moments for you to blink away your surprise. As confused as you were, you nodded all the same.
“Of course.”
Mycroft responded with a nod of his own, offered a surprisingly genuine smile and then turned to leave. He'd descended the stairs entirely by the time you finally closed the flat door.
“What was that about?” Sherlock asked nonchalantly.
You shook your head. “Absolutely no idea.”
John took a sudden interest in his newspaper in an attempt to ignore just how hard he was biting his tongue.
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Denial; Mycroft Holmes
Mycroft only seeked you out to deduce you (aka, how Mycroft realised he liked you).
John and Sherlock were, without a doubt, the loudest neighbours that Y/N had ever had.
Gunshots at God only knows what hour, constant stabbing, banging, and so on. Despite this, she still considered them dear friends and the best neighbours that she had ever had. Sure, they were weird and loud, but they were also kind and genuine, at least for the most part. Alongside this, they also appreciated her baking, especially after long cases.
A gentle knock sounded on the door the 221B catching the attention of three people.
“You can come in, Y/N,” Sherlock called from behind the door, greeting the woman with a nod before turning his attention back to Mycroft whilst John smiled at her.
“Hi, Sherly. Hi, John.” She smiled at the two friends before turning to the older Holmes brother. “Hi, Mr Holmes.” Y/N greeted him with a smile. Although she hadn’t met him before, it wasn’t difficult to deduce who he was; the expensive suit and the fact Sherlock was glaring at him gave it away.
“Sherly?” Mycroft spat, grimacing at the nickname given to his brother. “Who on Earth would you let call you that?” He asked.
“This is Y/N, our neighbour. What have you brought for us today? I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” The sweet smile Sherlock gave to the woman made Mycroft feel ill. He had no clue who this woman was and absolutely no idea why they seemed to be this close.
“Chocolate cake, sugar cookies, and love.” She joked, beginning to laugh at the way Mycroft audibly gagged. “I’m only kidding. No love.”
“I should certainly hope not,” came Mycroft’s response, one which simply made her laugh again.
“Are you jealous, Mycroft?”
“Because of the cake, he is.” Sherlock interrupted, waving Myrcoft off. “No, I won’t take the case. You can leave now.”
“This is an urgent matter, brother mine.”
“Don’t care.”
With a groan and a roll of his eyes, Mycroft lifted himself to his feet and prepared to leave.
“I’ll leave these with you, just in case you change your mind. Goodbye brother mine. John.” The hesitation was obvious on Mycroft’s face, despite how well he typically hid his emotions, as he faced Y/N.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Holmes.” Y/N smiled sweetly, earning a simple nod from him before he left.
Sherlock, who had leaned to grab the tub of baked goods from the woman’s hands, rolled his eyes as Mycroft left and immediately began to eat.
It wasn’t long until Y/N’s entire life had been researched.
There wasn’t much there. No criminal record, a few jobs, occasional moves, but no sign of her posing any danger to Sherlock and, by association, John. However, the way Mycroft felt upon seeing her was unusual, so he decided to do his own investigation.
“Morning, Mr Holmes,” he was greeted before he reached the empty counter. “Welcome to my bakery! Would you like anything?”
“Just a coffee, please. Black.” Mycroft nodded, not returning the smile she had given, despite the odd feeling it gave him. She was evil and he would prove it to Sherlock.
“Coming right up! Take a seat wherever you’d like, and I’ll bring it over.”
As Mycroft occupied a seat, he took a moment to properly assess the woman making his drink.
She didn’t seem threatening: a content smile on her lips as she prepared his coffee, humming a quiet tune that he barely picked up on. In fact, she didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all, but the feeling when he first saw her – a feeling Mycroft couldn’t explain – had him needing to investigate her further.
“Here you go, Mr Holmes.” Y/N said, placing a hot coffee and chocolate cake on the table in front of him. “Sherlock mentioned that you like cake, so I grabbed you some. It’s all on the house.”
“Why?”
With a small laugh, she responded without hesitation. “You’re Sherlock’s brother.”
How odd, Mycroft thought to himself. She doesn’t even know me and she’s giving me things for free…
Despite his thoughts, Mycroft simply nodded, watching as she took a seat opposite him. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s quiet today so I figured I’d try and keep you company the best I can. I’m sure you have better company than me, though.”
“I don’t mind,” he replied before even thinking. It was safe to say that he didn’t enjoy the way his chest felt whilst he watched her smile.
Maybe she’s a witch? No, don’t be stupid, Mycroft. They don’t exist.
“So,” Y/N’s voice broke the man from his thoughts. “It’s a funny story how me, Sherlock, and John met. I was actually working and Sherlock bursts in demanding to talk to me. My baking stuff had been found at a crime scene and he thought it was me!”
“How interesting.” Came Mycroft’s blunt reply, even if he was intrigued.
“You listened to it, so you must care, even just a little bit. I think that’s a win for me!”
Mycroft couldn’t help the tiniest smile that crawled onto his lips, but he internally prayed that nobody noticed it, especially her. She, however, seemed oblivious to the movement, simply staring over his shoulder and out of the window.
“Anyway, what was he like growing up? Was he like he is now? Blunt and rude?” Y/N asked with a giggle.
“He wasn’t, actually. He was rather sweet. He liked playing pretend with his friend; he always wanted a dog too.” Came Mycroft’s reply. “His favourite thing was pirates.” He said with a fond look in his eyes. Sherlock wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that he had told her, but he couldn’t resist answering her question.
Mycroft watched closely as the woman in front of him grinned, the bright and happy smile a nice contrast to what he was used to whilst working with the government. He couldn’t help but smile back, noting how her smile widened further as he did so.
“That’s sweet. I couldn’t imagine that, to be honest,”
It was time to ask the question that was on his mind. “Are you attracted to Sherlock?”
“Sherlock?” Y/N said, bursting into laughter. “No, absolutely not. He’s more like an annoying older brother. Same with John. We’re just friends, and, well, neighbours too.”
Confusion spread over Mycroft as she felt the weight on his shoulders lift at her words; she was telling the truth.
“How is she?” Sherlock asked the moment he answered the phone.
“How is who?” Mycroft’s voice sounded through the device.
“Y/N,”
“Why do you assume that I know?”
“It’s obvious you were there earlier.”
“…”
“Well, that and Mrs Hudson told us.”
“Of course she did.” Mycroft said with an involuntary roll of his eyes.
“So, how was it?”
“It was fine.”
“You like her then?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, you went to see her. It’s quite obvious, Mycroft. Come on, I thought you were smarter than that.”
Mycroft simply put the phone down.
He did not like her.
The next time that Mycroft came across Y/N was when it was raining.
He hadn’t wanted to seem ‘creepy’ by seeking her out again for more investigations and deductions, so he simply waited. She was friends with his brother, it wasn’t like their paths wouldn’t cross at some point. Besides, he didn’t want Sherlock to think that he liked her.
“Raining real bad tonight, isn’t it?” The driver spoke to Mycroft. He was new, so Mycroft couldn’t exactly blame him for attempting some type of conversation with him; it was still annoying, though.
Anthea, looking up from her phone was what caught Mycroft’s attention. “I feel bad for her.” She said, nodding towards a soaked woman. It only took Mycroft a moment to realise who it was.
“Pull over,” he stated bluntly, grabbing his umbrella. He simply ignored the look he was receiving from his assistant.
It had been a long day filled with rude customers, and to make it worse, it was raining, and she had forgotten her coat. Today couldn’t be going any worse for Y/N.
Shivering wildly and soaked to the core, Y/N huffed, watching the way her breath instantly evaporated; it was clearly below freezing, but she held out hope that the rain would stop and she would be home soon.
Her hope seemed to pay off, though, since she could no longer feel the rain. As she looked up at the sky, she spotted a familiar face.
“Mycroft?”
“Y/N.”
“What are you-“
“Get in.” He said, pointing towards the car before wordlessly leading her towards it, still holding the umbrella above her, even if he was getting wet.
“You don’t have to, Mycroft.” She said as he ushered her in and shut the door behind them both. “I mean, I’m soaking your car!”
Mycroft, who could feel the heat on his cheeks from their proximity, simply shook his head. He was too focused on the way her leg was pressed against his as she sat between him and Anthea who stared at her phone with a small smirk.
The ride was void of conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, the only noise was that of Y/N shivering.
After a moment of hesitation, Mycroft shrugged off his jacket and handed her it. “Here.”
There was no chance of refusal, Mycroft wouldn’t allow it, so with a quiet ‘thanks’, Y/N popped the jacket over her shoulders. He just found the chattering of her teeth annoying, was what he told himself.
As they arrived at the flats, Mycroft followed her out of the car.
“Thank you, Mr Holmes.” She said as they stood on the door of her flat.
“Mycroft is fine, Y/N.”
“Thank you… Mycroft.” She said with a small smile before bidding him a goodnight.
“I see you gave her your jacket,” Was all Sherlock said as Mycroft entered 221B.
It was hard. Very hard. Harder than anything Y/N had ever experienced. Having a crush was not easy as it was, but having feelings for Mycroft Holmes was the hardest thing in the world: he rarely showed emotion, he was blunt, he was rude, but most importantly to her, deep down, he was nice.
A small sigh left Y/N’s lips as she worked on her latest batch of cookies for the morning. He was on her mind… again. It was a common occurrence by now.
“We’re not open yet, sorry!” She called over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. As she turned around to see who it was and apologise again, a blush rushed to her cheeks. “Mycroft! What are you doing here?”
Mycroft stood there, umbrella in hand, and gave a simple shrug. “I was on my way to work so thought I would ‘pop in’ as people say.” He explained, earning a laugh from the baker.
“Modern phrases don’t suit you, Mycroft.” She teased.
With an amused shake of his head, Mycroft took a seat at the table nearest her.
“Want some cookies? They’re fresh out of the oven!”
Mycroft nodded with a grateful smile, always glad to have sweet treats. He would never turn down anyone’s desserts, least of all Y/N’s; not because he liked her and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but because she was a good baker.
The pair sat in a comfortable silence, Mycroft gladly eating his cookies with an appreciative look whilst Y/N worked on her next batch. There was nothing awkward between them, and there, surprisingly, never had been.
“Are you not at work today?” Y/N broke the silence with a question that was bugging her. She could have sworn Mycroft had always worked this time over the months that she had known him.
Mycroft hesitated for a moment. He was supposed to be there right now but had decided to visit you before. It wasn’t like anyone could fire him for it, he was basically the British government, after all.
“Not yet,” he lied, and he was glad that he was a good liar.
“Oh, okay! I’m happy you came then. I don’t want to bother you.”
“You could never be a bother,” the words fell from his lips before he even registered what his thoughts, and he noticed the blush race up her cheeks, as did she with his.
“Thank you, Mycroft.”
As he stared at her and her rosy cheeks, a million thoughts went through his mind, but they were all related to one thing: her. It was in that moment that he realised the truth, he did like Y/N, and he had been attracted to her since the beginning; that was what he was feeling.
Oh dear…
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Sherlock:*opens the body bag*
John: *shocked because he saw Y/n in a body bag with airpods in her ears*
also John: uhm.. Sherlock, shouldn't the clothes or items related to the corpse be separated?
Sherlock: *groan in frust* Y/n! How many times have I told you not to sleep in a body bag!
Y/n: *gets up and yawns while stretching her hands and cracking her spine* nice bed ever
John:...
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✨ Dropping by to request literally anything sherlock x reader - would love something with awkward idiots in love ✨
🍄 Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
🍄 Genre: Fluff
🍄 Summary: When Sherlock goes off on a frantic tangent, John knows exactly who to call, the idiot in love with him...
🍄 Word Count: 2084
🍄 Abbreviations: N/A
🍄 Warnings: N/A
🍄 Note: I hope this is what you were looking for Anon! :)
“What’s he doing this time?” you answered the phone as John’s name appeared. You had become so accustomed to the calls at all odd hours of the day, usually all pertaining to your high-functioning sociopath of a friend, Sherlock. Odd hours like the one now.
You had just sat down in your cloud chair, kindle in hand ready to read the next chapter of your gripping (b/g) when the phone had pinged, angrily vibrating against the coffee table-top. A puff of air had moved the stray hairs touching your face as you instantly recognized the personalized ring tone you had installed. You knew that John wouldn’t call you unless it was at least a code blue, blue-in-the-face blue. A colour code the two of you had created to describe the different moods of Sherlock Holmes.
“I’m so sorry-” You rolled your eyes with a little smile. “He’s just off on one. He solved the case, you know the one with the woman and the suitcases? He’s been off the walls since then. Can’t get him to settle, he’s talking about renovating the flat, knocking walls down for more ‘thinking space’. I think Mrs Hudson’s threatened to evict him already,” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips at the thought of the sweet old woman threatening your tall friend, knowing very well that she’d mean every word. You could already picture the offended horror on Sherlock’s face at her threats.
“I’m on my way,” you reassured before hanging up the phone and pushing yourself out of the comfortable chair. Slipping your kindle into your bag, you grabbed your keys from the hook and turned off the lights. You didn’t bother changing out of your night clothes,, instead your threw a long coat over your pajamas and slipped on your trainers before heading out of the flat. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of getting a cab this late at night, but you preferred that over walking the streets alone in the dark.
Thankfully, Baker Street was only a few roads away and the journey was nice and short with the lack of traffic at this time of night. Looking up at 221B you could see tat it was one of the only lights on in the street. You slipped the spare key out of your bag and unlocked the door to 221B.
Mrs Hudson reached the bottom of the stairs in an angry flurry huffing as she passed, a few rushed ‘oh dear’s escaping her lips as she passed you, only briefly making eye contact as she scurried back into her flat, red-faced. Taking that as your cue, you started up the stairs to the flat, fully expecting to see the flat in complete disarray, and you weren’t disappointed.
The papers from the now-closed case were still strewn across the flat, stuck to the walls, laid out on the desk, tucked under the tea cups on the small side table. The tea cups, several sat on the desk untouched and probably growing a few types of fungus that Sherlock could happily describe for you. The pillows from the sofa were thrown about the flat as Sherlock stood on the sofa, feet buried in the sofa cushions and tape measure I hand as he stretched it across the wall in front of him, a HB pencil clenched between his teeth.
“Thank God you’re here!” John poked his head out of the kitchen as if weary of the man in the living room. He gestured for you to step into the kitchen, with a final glance at the tall consulting detective, you slipped into the kitchen.
“How long has he been like this?” you asked, setting your bag down on the cluttered kitchen table. Piles and piles of old experiments were stacked tall, filling up almost the entire surface of the table and from the darkening black patch by one of the chairs you had no doubt that Sherlock had blown something up today, yet another thing to add to the list of problems for you and John.
“A couple of hours now, I stupidly thought that solving the case would change his mood, but it only seemed to make him more antsy for another one-” He sighed. “Sorry it’s so late, I know you usually sit down and read about now. I didn’t want to bother you but with Mrs Hudson threatening eviction I thought it best not to wait.” You smiled at your friend and shook your head.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s been a while since he’s been like this so it was expected sooner or later. Better sort him out before Mrs Hudson really does chuck him out.” The two of you chuckle at the thought of a homeless Sherlock, it’s not really a sight either of you can imagine fully. But you had no doubt that his homeless network would really find him the best spots in London to squat.
“You don’t mind if I take a quick walk do you? I’ve been cooped up in here for a few hours trying to sort him out, just need bit of fresh air.” You shook your head and hurried John out of the kitchen door and down the stairwell. You knew it would be easier to deal with Sherlock without John around anyway. Not that John was a problem, but with Sherlock like this and his habit of making unsavory comments without fully thinking of the consequences, it would be easier than having a row start between the two flat mates.
You paused for a moment and brushed your finger against the black mark on the table top and inspected the pad of your finger. That’ll come off with some polish, you decided. Stepping back out of the kitchen and into the living room, your eyes zeroed in on the consulting detective who had now abandoned the tape measure and was gently knocking against the wall looking for a hollow sounding area.
“No.” You spoke clearly, catching the attention of the detective who had yet to notice you. Spinning on his heels, his eyes flashed at you wide and adorable. It kind of reminded you of a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. His mouth started to open but you shut him down quickly. “No,” You gave him a stern look. “That wall has all of the major electricity lines and one of the main water pipes. No.”
“There’s no way you could possibly know that just from looking at the wall-” Sherlock argued.
“No I couldn’t. I know because I had to get the schematics for the flat after you started shooting the walls because you were banned from in-person cases and blew the power out in this side of London,” You reminded. “An event that Mycroft still calls ‘The Great COVID Blackout’.” Sherlock’s nose scrunched at the mention of his brother. “Now, are you going to sit down or am I going to have to use that self-defense training program you insisted I go on to incapacitate you?” You could almost see the cogs turning in his head as his eyes narrowed at you, trying to deduce if you were serious or not. Your unwavering stance must have given him his answer as he slowly stepped down from the sofa and settled his feet back on the floor calmly.
“Why are you here?” You were very rarely offended by Sherlock’s blunt words, it just wasn’t worth the energy when you also knew that he rarely meant it to come across in that way. “No, don’t answer that. You’re here in your night clothes, your kindle is tucked in your bag and your hair is done up which means it’s late- John called you. Why?”
“Probably because his roommate was threatened with eviction after planning to renovate their rented flat and set the landlady off.”
“Mrs Hudson wouldn’t evict me. She still owes me for getting her husband executed.”
“Favours do expire Sherlock. They have their limits.” His eyebrows furrowed.
“Really?” You nod. “Oh. Well John wouldn’t let her evict me.”
“Have you been experimenting today?” You think back to the two mugs settled on the kitchen counter, one sporting a brownish green sludge at the bottom.
“Yes, why- Oh.”
“Right come on,” You clapped your hands, moving towards him and grabbing one of his hands to pull him over to his chair. You ignored the sounds of protest from Sherlock as you settled on the chair and tugged on his arm. “Sit down,” you instructed. Sherlock sighed and complied, dropping onto the floor and crossing his legs underneath him. You grabbed the TV remote and switched it on. “What should we watch? Bones or Criminal Minds?” you pondered.
“Why do we have to watch a crime show? They’re always so inaccurate-” You flick the TV onto an episode of Criminal Minds. “Look, the killer’s using tape- what about finger prints? They don’t need to study his behaviour, just find the prints-” You smiled softly, fiddling with a few strands of Sherlock’s curly hair in your lap as he rattled on about the mistakes of the Unsub and the BAU team.
It was around an hour later that John returned to the flat. Pushing open the front door of 221, he was relieved to hear nothing. The light under Mrs Hudson’s door was now off, meaning she had slipped into bed, no longer tormented by her tenant’s renovation plans. The light on the landing let off a soft glow as John started up to the flat.
A heavy wave of relief swept through him as he noticed the lack of banging, drilling, sawing or any construction noises at all. You had managed to talk him out of it for now. He reached the top of the stairs and could hear the muffled sounds of the TV in the flat. Stepping into the kitchen he could see that the place was still a pig sty but at least there wasn’t any knocked down walls or partially constructed extensions. The mess could be dealt with in the morning.
As he turned the corner and peeked - still a little cautiously into the living room - a soft smile graced his face. Your back was pressed against one of the arms of Sherlock’s chair, your legs swung over the opposite side. Sherlock’s was still perched on the floor with his legs crossed, his head dropped back against your stomach, with your right hand resting on top. Your fingers rhythmically threading through his curly brown locks, soothingly. John flicked his eyes up to the TV screen to see an episode of Criminal Minds playing, Sherlock’s face scrunched in distaste as he watched the team profile the murderer. Your other hand held your kindle tightly, your fingers set comfortably around the flower pop socket on the back as you occasionally flicked the pages with your thumb.
John couldn’t help but watch in awe for a moment. No one he knew had ever been able to soothe Sherlock in the way that you could. Not him, not Mrs Hudson and certainly not his brother, not even his parents had this calming effect that you had. He wondered if Sherlock would ever confess to the effect you had on him, or explain why you had such an effect on him. John knew the reason, Mrs Hudson knew the reason… did Sherlock? Did you?
You were always just as oblivious as Sherlock. John had mentioned to you once or twice about how you effected the consulting detective, but you couldn’t see it. You wouldn’t admit to the effect you so clearly had on him nor would you confess to the butterflies that whirled in your stomach whenever you were this close to him.
You caught John’s eye and must’ve made an educated guess of what he was thinking as you rolled your eyes and shook your heads.
Deciding that now was probably not the time to bring up the obvious pink elephant that shared the living room with the three of you, John mouthed a ‘thank you’ to you and you nodded, letting out a quiet yawn. He bidded a quick farewell to the pair of you before shuffling out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. On his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but wonder how long the two of you would remain oblivious.
As he reached the top of the staircase he paused and chuckled. Lovesick idiots.
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dating loki would include
dating loki in a nutshell
hair
loki would be obsessed with you hair and would probably be touching it with any chance he gets. he would always offer to wash it and braid it, style it or to even just run his hands through it. It would also work both ways, loki would love it when you played with his hair.
physical touch
this man is touchstarved. he will never be able to keep his hands off you, no matter where you are. he'd love hugging you from behind and nuzzling into your neck, taking in your sent, holding you as he sleeps, holding hands. He also would always have you in his arms or lap.
consent
Before loki does anything, this being touching or doing things for you, he would always ask, unless he knows 100%, you are okay with it. he's very strong on consent and always listens to your feelings and checks you're comftable even if you say something is fine. If you change your mind or refuse he will immediately stop and make sure everything is okay.
reading
Loki would love reading to you, reccomending you books and would constantly be ranting on about books he's reading. When you can't sleep, he'd often let you lay against his chest as he reads you an old book from his childhood while running his hands through your hair.
sarcasm
Even if you're his lover loki is still the most sarcastic, witty person to exist. He'd constantly be messing around or teasing you, always making sure you know his jokes are jokes and picking a right time but he'd probably be pranking you alot.
cuddles
He secretly loves them. After a long day he will search for you just to wrap himself around you or cling onto you any way he can. he loves hugs from people he trusts, and he would always make sure he falls asleep cuddled up with you.
insomnia
He barely sleeps and is always awake when you wake up. He loves the night but also the sound of birds at the crack of dawn. Although he doesn't sleep himself, he will always make sure you get enough rest.
kisses
Loki loves kissing you, his favourite places probably being your neck, thighs, hands, forehead, cheeks, and his overall favourite your lips. Even a peck is enough as long as he gets his kisses. When he's touchstarved, he won't get his lips away from you.
words of affirmation
he loves praising you, and he loves it when you say nice things to him, especially after his neglection as a kid. He will always make sure you feel loved, and it goes both ways. You'd often have him sneeking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering small things in your ear like, 'you look so beautiful, my darling' 'that dress looks gorgeous on you'
gift giving
He would buy you the entire 9 realms if he could. Loki would spoil you every single day. Whatever you wanted, he would buy for you, and you'd always be getting small gifts off of him
princess treatment
loki would unshamefully do everything for you, even in public. If your heels were hurting he'd take them off, carry them, and then carry you to wherever you both need to be, if you had laces, he'd tie them up, if you were unwell he would honestly slave for you, you'd have breakfast in bed, a hot water bottle and literally whatever you ask him for. He'd probably make you some chocolate covered strawberries as well.
music
he loves music and deffinatly has a viynal and cd player in his room. He likes all genres depending on the mood he's in, and he is the type of person to play his music loud enough for the whole of Asgard to hear. You've introduced loki to many 'midgardian' artists such as lana del rey, amy winehouse, artic monkeys, the weeknd, billie eilish, and rihannah and he loves them, especially the older artists such as Bowie, Queen, ABBA, Elvis and Harry James. Loki also has quite a soft singing voice himself, and you'd often catch him singing or humming to songs. After a lot of persuading, he'd sometimes sing you old norse lullabies his mother used to sing to him to help you sleep.
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Drunk Confessions
A/N: Finally, after having not posted for such a long time... I can post a fic I had as a WIP since last year... I hope I get to write more again, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Words: 1k
Warnings: Nothing, just some drunk sherlock?
After you received a message from Sherlock, that you should come as soon as possible to Baker street, minus the spelling errors; which you dismissed he messaged while being in trouble… You dropped anything you where doing and hurried outside to hail a cab; to take you to 221B.
The moment the cab halt, you paid the driver and rushed up the stairs to find Sherlock with John sitting towards each other with notes attached on their foreheads and from the liquor in their hand; you could probably tell, that they had too much for this evening, with how wasted they are…
As you gasped for air, you let yourself drop on the doorframe, drawing the attention from the two men. You noticed a smile spreading on Sherlock lips the second his eyes where on you, but it wasn’t a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he can’t do it, but when he does; it’s either false ones that you can tell apart from the real, since the real ones are rare and shows how comfortable he is with someone, that he shows it; unlike the fake ones, where he drops his smile immediately the moment the person turns they face away from him; which you noticed a few times…
A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.
“I kneeeeeeeew it!” he exclaimed, pointing to Sherlock, then he took a sip from his drink.
You furrowed your brows in further confusion, but shaking your head; you got your phone out of your pocket and wrote Mary; telling her she should pick up her drunken fiancé… Just as you were done writing the text; a client walked into the flat and asked for Sherlock; but you kindly explained she should come tomorrow, since it gotten late. It made you wonder if clients show up at any hour of the day…
Sherlock, of course…He protested that the client shouldn’t leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It could’ve been a missed opportunity for a case that could have gotten his interest; but you simply pushed him back in his armchair when he tried to stand up.
“You can work tomorrow…Now you better rest, so you’ll be sober for the next day…”
He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions he’s capable of working, but he faltered instantly; which you took as a sign that he gave in. When you turned to help John downstairs; where Mary would pick him up; still you felt his eyes bore onto you.
As Mary left with John; she gave you an apologetic glance before they got into a cab; leaving you to deal with a drunken Sherlock.
When you stepped through the door, Sherlock sat still in his armchair, his posture relaxed; his eyes on something. You never saw him resting like that, but it most likely came from the alcohol…
His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this again…
This warm smile.
“Well…let’s get you sobered up…” you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didn’t and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.
“You have such soft hands...”,he murmured, keeping his eyes on your hand; rubbing his thumb along your palm.
You gently withdrawn your hand feeling the a heat rise on your cheeks; before you could say something again that he needs to rest, he slowly stood up wobbly on his own; leaning his hand your shoulder for support.
With you by his side, you brought him to his bedroom and only helped to remove his shoes and his suit jacket. It didn’t need to get more awkward than it already was for you.
Just as you turned the night light off and wanting to head to the living room; you felt your hand taken again and a warm feeling on it. You peeked over your shoulder; seeing Sherlock lean his cheek on it, with his eyes closed.
You tried to withdraw your hand, but at the same time, you didn’t mind it much. So, you stayed for a while and heard Sherlock snoring softly.
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The next morning you were preparing some tea and some water with some painkillers. You assumed he'll have a headache after yesterday…
Just as you wanted to get your stuff from the couch and leave for your own flat; you heard a door open followed with some footsteps.
“Morning.” You greeted him with a smile, which disappeared the moment you thought about yesterday again... It made you wonder if he remembered his drunken behavior or if he ‘deleted’ it from his ‘hard drive’.
Sherlock acknowledged you with a slight nod and went for the water and painkillers.
You watched him silently drink the water but felt uncomfortable for you staring at him. So you thought it was better to go. As you took a single step; Sherlock called your name, drawing your attention back to him.
“About yesterday-“
You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; ”No! It’s alright…I know you didn’t mean that…“
Sherlock stared at you, and you could tell he thought for his next words, as he slowly opened his mouth to only closed it again.
“I..I really like you, and I mean... It”
You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.
“ I mean…I like you more than a friend…”
You froze on the spot at his confession as weird as the situation was you wanted to show him you felt the same, so you got out of your stupor and hugged him. It definitely caught him by surprise.
“Do you…feel the same?” he asked cautiously.
You only nodded and said while chuckling; “Yes.”
Sherlock hummed in thought. “I might have to thank John for this…it was his idea to text you…”
You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew it…Did he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didn’t matter anymore. The only thing what mattered…
…was now.
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A Single Touch
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut, hints of soft (sub) husband Sherlock/dom Sherlock, gentle teasing, mentions of marking, tenderness, and feelings
Summary: A peaceful afternoon in 221B takes a turn when you become insistent on needing Sherlock's attention and he indulges.
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 1.1k+
A/N: Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all well. I hope you enjoy this little treat for I adore Sherlock so and he deserves the love and attention even when he can be annoying. Special thank you to @strangelockd for beta reading and loving this story from its conception. She is now the official aunt of this fanfic. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics
You smile to yourself as you look around 221B, enjoying the rare peaceful afternoon on the couch, your favorite book discarded on the coffee table. Sherlock’s features are calm and relaxed and you grin despite yourself, knowing how much he hated to admit he liked this…whatever this supposed routine had become.
Your fingers ruffled gently through his curls, his breath coming steady, occasionally shuddering when you tugged harder on them to tease him. You gaze upon him fondly, watching his cheek quiver, lips pursing while he flips a page of his novel.
So that’s how it was going to be, then. You smile to yourself, for you do so love a challenge.
Carefully you tug his curls once more, earning a raised brow in return, until you reach for the book, pulling it from his grasp, not before inserting the bookmark into place; you don't have the heart to dog ear the page like a heathen.
“I was reading that,” he huffs, feigning annoyance, yet his eyes shimmer in mischief and mirth.
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Surely you can think of something.”
He shifts, sitting upright on the couch, watching you intently, dark fierceness flashing for a moment in his eyes. “I’ve considered no less than five options.”
You smirk at his practicality and calculating mind, and shake your head in amusement, before you climb over onto his lap, swinging a leg over to straddle a thigh. Ever so slowly, you lean into him, pressing your lips to his forehead, relishing in the faint sigh he releases.
His grip on your waist tightens as you settle yourself fully, tracing a thumb along his lower lip. You relish in the widening of his eyes, the faint twitch of his cheek, mind, and body fighting to take over whatever impulses have him in a frenzy.
You adore the push and pull and could fall into it for eons. With him, every touch, every instinct of yours screams yes for it all is right, almost too good to be true.
“Damn you.”
“Whatever for, dear boy?” You murmur not a care in the world, nuzzling his neck before grazing your tongue over a sensitive spot, relishing in the way his shoulders tense as he fights off a shiver.
He says nothing else as you continue on your merry way, smirking to yourself at his reactions, the way he gripes your waist tighter, fighting off the anticipation of your lips latching on to his neck for what feels like the hundredth time.
Even if it is the hundredth time, he wouldn’t tire of it for a moment, for it is you, and that’s all he wants.
You in every moment.
It’s what you want as well, want to show him how much you love and adore him, how you can never get enough of him. How you deserved him you wouldn't know for he is everything to you and more.
You press another kiss to his waiting lips which accept you eagerly, your hands running down his torso, and you sigh.
How was this your husband?
He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and you gracefully fell into the feel of him, wanting to adore him. Your heart ached in kind, a mixture of melancholy and longing, desperation and want. It is your form of love, all because of him.
Through the years you count him as one of your greatest blessings, but the words catch in your throat when you try to speak them aloud.
You hope he knows, surely, he does for he’s the only one who braved your tumultuous shores, the depths of your heart, and still he stayed.
He stayed unwavering and you as well through it all. Thoughts of these flood his mind, for he’s all too enraptured with your form, the way you melt into him, the way his nails dig deep into your waist. He jolts slightly at the praises that pull from your lips, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks at your words.
“You don’t….that’s not…” he struggles to voice and you offer him a smile, kissing him once more, whispering your pleas in tandem.
“Let me help you…” you sigh into him, tugging his lower lip, earning a low groan before shifting on his lap, his hands reading to your back, gripping you impossibly tighter.
“Then I should help you, darling.”
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing tone sending shivers down your spine in a delightful manner and you welcome it. You both require a reprieve and it starts with a single touch.
One of love.
One of need.
One of desire.
One of desperation.
That’s how you find yourself an hour later on your shared bed, engulfed by sheets and the delicious heat of his lips on your own, tongue trailing along your body, his deep sonorous baritone edging you on.
“I said every inch, my dear,” his voice rumbles from his throat igniting your body from the inside out, “Isn’t that right?” Your shirt slides higher up your body as inch by inch your upper body is revealed to him and Sherlock smirks, delighting in the situation.
You roll your eyes, shuddering as his hands grip you tighter, before pulling the rest of your shirt off, promptly discarding it on the floor, not a care in the world. His gaze bores into your back and you fight off a shiver to no avail.
You can feel his smirk searing to your back before he presses the gentlest kisses along your spine and you melt in kind before he sucks a mark, making you squirm.
“Not…fair…”
“Nothing about you is fair,” he growls.
You groan in kind, letting him do as he pleases, pulling you impossibly closer to him, heat radiating between you, sending you aflame. It was only a shift of the hand, a brush against his wrist, and the tension filled him to the brim like lightning before it struck.
You shudder when his finger brushes back along your body, melting, completely undone by him and his embrace. He traces the marks he made along your spine, and you bite back another whimper, causing him to whisper in your ear.
“I want to hear you make those pretty noises for me, alright?”
You swallow, knowing he’s not asking and when he kisses you heatedly, you let yourself fall into the abyss and infinite as you’re made one, relishing in the warmth, and eternal bliss you fall into every time you’re here safe in his arms.
All it takes is a single burning, aching touch.
And you fall together.
Down in the abyss where love and pleasure combine, something else you can’t quite fathom or remember, but it’s enough. All you could ever want and more; the gasped pleas from parted lips, hand entangled in those sinful curls, your bodies forever intertwined.
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Detective!Ghost, leaning closer to insepct : Do people actually read your blog?
Detective!Y/N, stops typing abruptly :
Detective!Y/N, glances at him : Where do you think our clients come from?
Detective!Ghost : I have a website.
Detective!Y/N, sighs & went back to typing : In which you enumerated two hundred and forty different types of bourbon brands. Nobody’s reading your website.
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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It is finally Y/N's turn to walk down the aisle. Sherlock can't keep his eyes off of her. She is certain that the man waiting at the alter is the one she will spend the rest of her life with. Is he?
wedding fluff and angst
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Sherlock stood at the alter, hands clasped behind his back. To the wedding guests, his sharp stance would suggest ease. In truth, each deep breath he chased was laboured and unsure.
She was a vision in white. Precious in deep sheets of ivory.
Sherlock had never seen such perfection.
Y/N took measured steps down the aisle in time to the music's pace. A few steps further and the bride would become somebody's wife.
Sherlock promised himself he would not cry today. Not one tear, he swore. He was better than that. Still, as Y/N drew closer, step by step, he wasn't certain he could keep a dry eye.
He considered turning away or focusing on the flower arrangements set behind her shoulder. Anything to keep the strain in his chest at bay.
It was in that moment of deliberation that Y/N chose to wink at him. A small gesture, hardly visible behind her veil but even so, he caught it.
Propping his shoulders back, he chose to keep looking. Better to face the music than miss a flutter of her lashes or the quiver of her lip when she smiled.
Though his throat felt constricted and his chest heaved for breath, Sherlock Holmes could not turn away from the bride.
He registered John shoot him a grin from the left. He wasn't sure that he returned it.
"She's beautiful," John said in a hushed tone.
"She's beautiful," Sherlock repeated.
Three years earlier, Sherlock had met Y/N for the first time. Since then, she had stumbled through the flat each day, always with a shy smile and a soft spoken, "hello".
He loved her from the start.
Their highs and lows, they would experience together. When she threw her head back in laugher, teeth gleaming at something her lover said, Sherlock would see it. He often revealed his experiments to her, if only to see the wonder shine in her eyes.
Even after every lover's spat, Sherlock would wrap his arms around her and swear that things would look brighter in time.
He was right. By God, he was right. He had to be, for now, she stood just steps away from him, at the alter, incandescently happy in her wedding gown.
A slow tear trailed down Sherlock's cheek.
Y/N finally reached him and there was silence in the cathedral when the music at last, had died.
"You're crying," she said.
Sherlock choked out a laugh that hurt his head. "I'm not," he replied. He tightened his lips together to ease the line of worry that had suddenly appeared on Y/N's brow.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. Closing his eyes, Sherlock shifted her veil aside. His hand trembled as he pushed it just far enough to kiss her cheek.
Though he gave her the softest of kisses, he felt a sharp stab in his heart, as arduous as the touch of his lips on her skin was brief.
He dropped her veil again and opened his eyes. "Every happiness," he said to her. His gaze steeled into her own. He hoped she wouldn't understand but she did.
Y/N nodded and her veil rustled. "Every happiness," she said back to him.
Sherlock clenched his jaw and feigned a smile for the wedding guests that stared from the pews. Then, he took Y/N's hand in his own and walked with her for three final steps.
John waited beside the priest.
Sherlock presented the groom with his bride and took his position as best man.
He was good at that, after all; standing on the outside, looking in. It's how he captured so many of his friends' most private moments in the small space of 221B.
Throughout the ceremony, the words, "every happiness" rang in Sherlock's mind.
When John and Y/N shared their first kiss as man and wife, Sherlock clapped along with the others but still, "every happiness" lingered at the tip of his tongue.
He simply couldn't manage to add the words, "I wish you..." at the start.
Things would be brighter in time, he told himself.
He knew it was a lie but for now, he clapped.
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what a lovely inconvenience
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: Sherlock Holmes pushes your buttons like no one else. So when a case leaves you stranded in a hotel room with only one bed you worry that Scotland Yard might have a new murder case on their hands.
Word Count: 1.0k
authors note: Writing a different dynamic between Sherlock and the Reader for a change to acknowledge the fact that irl I wouldn't be able to spend more than ten minutes with him before attempting murder.
“Would you please just go to sleep.”
“If you quit taking up half of the bloody mattress maybe I would,” you bit back, pulling at the covers defiantly.
It wasn't often Sherlock left London for a case but when he did he rarely went alone. And given how you were currently sharing a bed with said detective in an oh-so-unflattering hotel in rural Scotland it would seem apparent that you were the unfortunate soul he'd chosen as a sidekick for this particular outing.
The hotel was dull, exceedingly so. The wallpaper seemed ancient, peeling away at the corners and the aged furniture was placed in such a way that it swallowed up the dismal amount of space the room already offered. The entire setup was worsened further by the hotel's location; unpleasantly sandwiched between a bar and a flat complex whose tenants were... vocal, to say the least.
Not to mention the fact that Sherlock wouldn't. stop. moving.
He pulled the cover back harshly, leaving you defenseless against the cold. “Bold words coming from the one that hasn't gifted me with so much as an inch of blanket. Not to mention you've hogged all the pillows.”
“Hogged all the–” you swiveled to face him. “How many pillows do you need?”
“Another one.”
You blinked twice, already calculating how long you'd spend behind bars if you resorted to murder. “Why? Can't fit your ego on the one you've already got?”
At that, Sherlock turned so you were face to face. His glower contended with your own.
“If you must know I need another to block out the sound of your insufferable talking.”
“I can't deal with this.” You tossed back the covers, begrudgingly snatching up a pillow and thin bed sheet, and strode across the room. Sherlock watched as you sprawled out on the sofa, sinking so far into the poorly made furniture it was almost comedic.
There was a beat of quiet. Then another.
“If you're waiting for me to apologize or rush to trade places you'll be waiting all night.”
"I'm sure I'll survive.” you quipped bitterly.
Sherlock, as he'd promised, didn't argue. He grabbed the spare pillow somewhat victoriously, bundled the covers around him, and turned on his side.
Meanwhile, you were already struggling not to admit defeat. Metal springs dug into your back in three separate places, the fabric caused your skin to itch and it was beyond freezing without the bed cover. You would never have described yourself as a particularly proud person, you could admit when you were wrong. But when it came to Sherlock, you'd rather stay on the couch.
Time crawled by agonizingly slow. The red italic numbers of the alarm clock across the room shone through the dark almost mockingly. You'd given up on sleep, the moment the first light of morning seeped through the poorly hung curtains you were out of there. You'd take sitting in the dingey hotel reception alone and tired over watching Sherlock waking up satisfied with his extra cushions and soft mattress as his spoils of war.
“You look ridiculously uncomfortable,” the detective's voice cut through the quiet of the room.
You pulled your excuse of a blanket over your head. “I'm fine.”
You heard Sherlock sigh, followed by the shifting of the mattress. “I can see you trembling from here.”
“I'm sure I'll soldier on through.”
“If it was a point you were trying to get across then consider it made. Now, will you please just get over here and get some sleep before the sun comes up.”
At the offer, you reemerged from your makeshift cocoon like an easily bribed butterfly. “Relax Holmes, if you wanted me in bed that bad you should have just said so.” You spoke the words into your pillow, slurred from exhaustion and dripping with sarcasm.
Regardless, Sherlock was thankful of how well the darkened room hid his blush. He cleared his throat and turned back on his side. He'd been doing an admirable job at keeping whatever it was he felt about you to himself and he wasn't about to undergo the embarrassment of having you find out simply because he spent more than twelve hours in your vicinity.
Briefly noting to never be the bigger person again, Sherlock closed his eyes and prepared to leave you to your self-inflicted misery. Then he heard feet padding across the floor.
The covers pulled back and the mattress dipped as you silently joined him. You stretched out and sighed in relief when the mattress pressed softly against your aching muscles rather than biting into your back. You pulled experimentally at the covers and Sherlock let you gain an inch. But only that.
“Was that so hard?” He asked.
“Extremely.”
Turning over as quietly as he could, Sherlock noted how your back was to him, how the plane of spare mattress between you was so wide you could easily fit another couple there. How you almost hung from the side of the bed. Sherlock wouldn't have called what he felt in that moment guilt, but it was very similar.
“You know, if it truly makes you uncomfortable I can sleep on the sofa for the night.” His offer was genuine and he hoped you picked up on it.
There was a long moment of quiet, Sherlock giving in to the fact that you'd probably fallen into sleep the moment your head hit the pillow.
“I was kidding, you know.” Your voice came as a surprise. “It's more of a hindrance than anything, sharing a bed with someone that kicks in their sleep."
Sherlock smiled in the dark. “Not as much a hindrance as sharing one with a degenerate blanket stealer.”
There was an unfamiliar tone to his voice, one that, had you not been two blinks from sleep, you would have mistaken for humourous.
“You know, you're kind of endearing when you're sleep deprived,” you thought, too tired to have realized you'd said the words aloud.
“Funny,” Sherlock watched as you turned on your side and rolled towards the middle of the bed. Your nose twitched adorably and with the security the dark offered, Sherlock let himself smile over it. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”
He was certain you were gone now, chest falling rhythmically and lips parting to make way for quiet snores. He didn't blame you, your alarm had woken you early this morning.
You didn't know he'd noticed, of course, just as you didn't know how he noticed many little things about you. Not things of importance, nothing essential he would have to file away in his mind palace. Just simple everyday things that were unmistakably you. Things he recalled not because he needed to but because he wanted to.
There was something about you, Sherlock simply couldn't shake it. But that was a dilemma he needed at least a good night's rest to solve.
He closed his eyes, not so much as complaining when you stole the covers in your sleep.
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Sherlock x reader - my type
Hello, how are you mate, could you do a fic where reader is a pretty young lady with lots of male admirers and Sherlock thinks she’s out of his league. But he didn’t knew she was actually into him. Thanks! - Anon💜
Walking into flat with you looked around for your older brother but you couldn’t find him anywhere, but you did find his flatmate.
“Hey Sherlock, have you seen my brother?”
Sherlock looked up from the laptop.
“John isn’t here?”
You smiled a little, shaking your head at him and you walked over to him, leaning over the back of Sherlocks chair, you looked at what he was doing.
Sherlock glanced at your arm next to him but he said nothing about it.
“Why are you looking for John?” He asked.
“He was supposed to come to the shopping centre with me.”
Sherlock nodded his head and carried on scrolling through whatever webpage he was looking through.
It was silent for a moment.
“Come with me.” You said.
“Why?”
You smiled a little and walked back around the chair, placing your hands on your hips as you looked at him.
“Because I want you to come, it’ll be fun!”
“I’m busy.”
“No you’re not don’t lie to me Sherlock Holmes. Come on! Do you really want to leave a lady walking around the city alone?”
Sherlock went back to looking at the laptop and you huffed a little.
“Please Sherlock? I don’t wanna go alone.”
Sherlock sighed, closing the laptop.
He stood up and grabbed his coat and you beamed brightly at him as your an down the stairs.
“Thank you Sherlock!”
He complained the whole way to the shopping centre, but he went wherever you went even if he didn’t want to.
You were in a store looking for new tops and jackets, and Sherlock stood looking around.
He noticed how a lot of men would stop and look at you and he furrowed his brows slightly.
Sherlock looked at you.
You didn’t even seem to pay the other men any attention, you simply went about your business shopping for what you wanted.
“Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink later?”
You looked up at the unknown man and blinked.
“Not interested.”
You walked away, grabbing Sherlocks arm so he would follow you.
“This is why you didn’t want to come alone.” He said.
“Yeah, John usually scares them away.”
Sherlock nodded his head and looked at the red shirt you were looking at.
“That’s not your colour. Here.”
He reached out and handed you a light blue version of the top and you smiled slightly.
“Thanks.”
You happily went to pay for everything, and started wondering again.
Sherlock noticed more and more men trying to hit on you, some offering to get you lunch, pay for your things, take you out.
You declined them all, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him slightly.
Sherlock wasn’t one for human emotions.
But you were beautiful, even he had to admit that. You seemed to have a sort of glow about you thay no matter where you were he could easily pick you out in a crowd.
You were absolutely stunning, he was sure if you wanted too you could’ve been a model.
And even though you declined the advances of other men it hurt him they had the courage to hit on you when he didn’t.
He didn’t know how.
But not just that, he was certain that there was no way you would date someone like him. He was sure of that.
He sighed softly, and glanced at you, seeing you stopping by a small bakery.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“A little. I just want to look.”
Sherlock nodded and gestured for you to go in, and he followed you, watching as you showed interest in different things.
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Okay!” You beamed.
Sherlock went back around and gathered a few of each thing you seemed to like or he knew you liked and brought them.
Walking outside, Sherlock held the bag out to you.
“Sherlock?”
“Well take it then, it’s for you.”
You took the bag and looked inside.
“Aw Sherlock you didn’t have to!”
“You wanted them and couldn’t make up your mind, so I got them all. Are we done shopping?”
You looked up at him and you smiled softly, nodding your head.
“Yeah, we can go home now.”
You got a cab back to the flat with him and happily skipped up the stairs, and you sat on the arm of his chair.
Sherlock walked over and sat next to you, and you held out the bag of baked goods.
He looked up.
“They’re yours.”
“And I want to share with you.”
“Thank you.”
Sherlock took one and you smiled, leaning against him and he couldn’t help the fact his heart skipped a beat a little.
“So, why did you turn down all of those men?”
You hummed a little.
“They’re not my type.”
“You have a type?”
You nodded.
“Oh yeah. Tall, brown messy hair, blue eyes, really smart but kinda oblivious to normal emotions, lives with my older brother and he buys me food from the bakery.”
You jumped up and beamed brightly at him, giving him a wink you grabbed your stuff and ran away while he sat there processing what you said
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