Sherlock chickensWhy did the chicken cross the road?Sherlock chickens3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
John: Chickens don't cross roads. In real life, chickens don't cross roads.
Moriarty: That's what chickens DO!
Sally Donovan: It's not paid or anything. It must get off on it.
Lestrade: And exactly how many times DID it cross the road?
Anderson: Now, look. Whatever that chicken is implying-
Sherlock: That's not a chicken, Anderson, it's a thoroughbred domesticated duck. Do your research!
Affection Problems :: Sherlock Holmes BBC x ReaderFor the last year, you’ve been dating Sherlock Holmes. Yes, the consultant detective and high functioning sociopath, as he says. John is happy for you both, yet he still can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that Sherlock has a girlfriend. And that goes for everyone else that knows him, yet John can understand it better than the rest. As for Mycroft, he asked you to spy on Sherlock for money, like he has for anyone else that lives in close proximity of his younger brother. You didn’t except, till later into the relationship when Sherlock said that the two of you could have fun with it.Affection Problems :: Sherlock Holmes BBC x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories
It was snowing outside as you ran from the cab to the door of 221B Baker Street. Upon opening the door Mrs. Hudson greeted you with a smile. Smiling back, you made your way up the stairs to where the boys were.
“Ah, _____ would you be a darling and make sure that Sherlock doesn’t ruin my wall anymore?” Mrs. Hudson asked. Looking back from halfway up the stairs yo
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 78Something disturbed your peaceful sleep in the early morning and you tried to pinpoint what it was with a bleary groan, more asleep than awake. It took you a moment but you found the source of your annoyance and heavy-handedly patted Sherlock’s head, “Sherly?”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 782 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
He groaned and nuzzled into your breast as the arm at your waist and the leg he’d thrown over yours at some point in the night tightened around you, pressing his body closer to yours in his sleep clinging. You sighed and tried again, refusing to wake up more than you absolutely had to, “Sherlock, love, s’too bright.”
The grown man hugging you like a koala on a tree let out a comically childlike whine but still flopped out of bed to close the blinds against the morning sun, his sleep riddled mind working only enough to finish the task and return to you. He crawled back under the covers, wrapping around you from behind when he found you’d rolled to your side, and buried his nose into
Eleventh Doctor x Reader Bumping into the Doctor on the street was an accident. Seeing him at a party was a coincidence. Meeting him again before you died at the hands--well, eye stalk of a Dalek was fate. And now you stepped into the TARDIS, not knowing it would change your life forever.Eleventh Doctor x Reader2 years ago in Sci-Fi
"Holy shi-" The Doctor quickly put his index finger on your lips. "I try to keep it PG here if you don't mind," he said and let go of your lips and turned away toward the middle of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, "How about R?" He Doctor spun around and took one long step back to you, slightly embarrassed by your question. "How about no." The Doctor's finger poked the top of your nose and then he was off again, walking to the middle of his TARDIS.
The Doctor was already starting to think you would be different. First of all, you didn't run out and try to figure out how the TARDIS is bigger on the inside. Instead, you asked if it had WiFi.
"You're standing in a ti