45 Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper1. She enjoys drawing, but she doesn't do it much anymore...partially because she's sure she isn't any good.45 Things You Didn't Know About Molly Hooper2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. She's an only child.
3. She owns all of the Disney princess movies. They're nice to watch every once in awhile, after a long, stressful day.
4. She hates pancakes but loves waffles.
5. Every Saturday, she makes herself a waffle and gives Toby a few bites.
6. She'd never tell anyone this, but she's given her cat a full title in her head: Sir Tobias Bartholomew Hooper von London-Streets.
7. She knows her crush on Sherlock is absolutely hopeless, but whenever she resolves to just get over it, he sweeps in. He may be cold, but he's brilliant and beautiful, and sometimes he'll smile at her. Also, he's tall.
8. She has an inexplicable thing for tall men.
9. Her mother had a miscarriage when Molly was two years old. She doesn't remember her parents telling her about it, but she does remember being interested in death at four years old. In retrospect, her parents decided they shouldn
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To HoldThey break off a few moments before the cab pulls up to the large brick building.The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To Hold2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John attempts to flatten his hair back into place from where Sherlock had enthusiastically carded his hands through it, tugging it in all different directions.
Sherlock snorts at his attempts "I don't care what your hair looks like."
"Well I do. I'd like to look respectable in the pictures. The last thing I want is for Harry to say 'Got yourself some action before the wedding, didn't you Johnny?' when I show her the pictures."
Sherlock's mouth twists into a smirk "If you call that action John..." he started, drawling his voice slightly, knowing it speaks to an entirely different piece of John's anatomy than those related to audio reception.
"Don't start." John warns, doing his best to picture something off-putting as he feels himself already heating up beneath Sherlock's mischievous gaze. Recalling his drinking and Mycroft's embarrassing escort home the night before does the trick.
By the time they exit t
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You should have come with us!
You know I don't enjoy noise, crowds and idiotic behavior. Pubs are prolific in all three.
Your no fun.
Don't you mean "You're"?
You're intoxicated aren't you?
Nop. Well maybe a tadd.
Tad only has one D. And I'm assuming you meant 'Nope'? Obviously incorrect.
You've mentioned that before.
Ive just noticed that its true in boht meanings of the wrod. You act like a smart-arse and you've got a smatr lloking arse.
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because it lost its charm amidst the third spelling error.
Whats smoeothing I've ever done?
Whats somthing I h
Sherlock- Santa"Santa's not real."Sherlock- Santa3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mycroft looked up over the pages of his textbook, eyeing his little brother curiously. "Of course he is." He said naturally, as anyone would to a child like Sherlock. Well, maybe not 'like Sherlock', but any child. This was supposed to be the age where children embraced Santa with open arms, finally understanding the lore behind the presents under the tree every Christmas.
Sherlock crossed his arms, which took a bit of wiggling, seeing as he had a wooden sword in one hand. In fact, he was in his pirate garb, including a blue bandanna making a feeble attempt to hold back his wild black curls, a white button-up collared shirt that was too large for him (it had been Mycroft's, once), and poofy brown pants that billowed out before scrunching back in with elastic around mid-calf.
"No he isn't." Sherlock announced stubbornly.
"Whatever you say. Just don't tell father and mother or they'll think I told you," Mycroft sighed, going back to his homework.
Sherlock gave a trium
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I need you to come get me...
They won't let me leave.
Why not? What did you do?!
I'm too drunk.
Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
The pub on the corner right?
Would you stop laughing at me?
After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
I'm almost there.
John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him stand.
"I can -walk- John!" Sherlock hissed, pulling his wrist out of John's grasp.
And he seemed to be right. He lead the way out the exit and looked up and down the street. Something about Sherlock, being drunk never affected him. He could talk perfectly fine, walk perfectly straight, think perfectly annoyingly as always... The only thing the alcohol may do to him is ge
Obsessed with Sherlock HolmesYou know you're obsessed with Sherlock Holmes when....Obsessed with Sherlock Holmes4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
1. You find yourself meticulously examining every new person you meet.
2. You secretly wish you had a Watson 'stache.
3. You don't hang out with your friends anymore because you're locked up in your room... solving cases.
4. The funniest joke? Scotland Yard.
5. You always eat toast for breakfast. Always.
6. You sometimes watch your roommate sleep.
7. Moriarty is your sworn enemy.
8. You see the newest unexplainable disappearance or murder on the news, and think, Sherlock Holmes could handle it.
9. You've picked a side: Granada, 2009, or BBC.
10. You've named your bulldog Gladstone.
11. Pipes and magnifying glasses are suddenly amazingly hot.
12. Your old service revolver is your best friend.
13. To you, Irene Adler is always THE woman.
14. You are lost without
ReunionJohn sat at his laptop, staring at the empty space on his blog. It had been a while since he had sat down to type something intelligent and interesting, but today he felt he should write something. Anything. Today was the anniversary of Sherlock's - his old roomate and best-friend's death. John deemed today to be an appropriate day to pay homage in some small way. He began to type.Reunion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three years. Three years today. There is so much to say, but cannot be expressed in words. I used to wonder why he did what he did. I still don't know why. All I hope is he is somewhere better. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. I still continue to do so. He was my best friend.
John hit the send button, and his blog was updated. He stared at the screen blankly for a few minutes, before resting his head in his hands. He inhaled deeply, like his therapist had directed him to do, and exhaled, trying to relax his trembling limbs. He expected it to get easier. With each passing anniversary of Sherlock's death, time wa
Sherlock : 5 + 1 Baby5 unacceptable names for baby and 1 which was just perfectSherlock : 5 + 1 Baby3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The Baby had been asleep in his crib for nearly two hours.
"What do you think of Mark?" John asked.
"No. It somehow reminds me of Mycroft."
"How? Mark has nothing to do with Mycroft!"
"The first letter is the same." Sherlock eyed him in the gloom. "It's enough."
John rolled his eyes. "What about Martin--No. First letter, right."
"Yes. And I don't want our child to grow up obsessed with aeroplanes. So Martin is out. As are Douglas and Arthur."
John giggled. Sherlock was impossible.
"Steven?" the good doctor asked, after few minutes filled with quiet snoring from the crib.
"Name me a Steven who isn't a troll! Come on, John, use your imagination!"
"Hey! I'm trying to! I've given you at least twenty names in the last two--"
He was cut short by a wail. Oh, so it was already two hours and twenty-one minutes? The Baby worked like a Swiss watch. John watched Sherlock--thank God it was
I never thought......I never thoughtI never thought......4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never thought I'd fall in love
Now I stand corrected
I can't help but smile at the sight of John sleeping next to me. He looks so peaceful, so innocent. You wouldn't believe he'd been in a war. But it doesn't matter how happy he is now, there are still scars. And there always will be. John slowly opens his eyes and smiles. "Did you sleep well?" I whisper and he replies with a kiss. I don't want to get up; I want to stay in this bubble forever. But I know it can't last. It's Tuesday and there's been a triple murder that needs to be solved. But murders happen all the time and I really can't be bothered to resolve all of them.
Never thought I'd feel what I feel
Never been so affected
I never thought I would ever find true love, especially not with Sherlock. At first I thought he was just strange and plain weird. But he's grown on me, in the best possible way. Its ten thirty and we should have been out solving crimes hours ago. Sherlock s
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We Were Found (Part 2)
"John, let me use your laptop."
Sherlock glanced over at me, and I gave him a stern stare. "Don't make me do it," he said blithely.
I squirmed. "No, Sherlock, you can't have my laptop."
"Alright," Sherlock said, rising. "You made me."
He came around behind the back of my chair and set his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my chest. Turning his head, Sherlock murmured into my ear.
"Please, John? Won't you let me use it?"
I could feel his breath in my hair. "No... Sherlock," I said, trying to ignore him. "No."
He wrapped his arms tighter and nuzzled my neck. "John "
Why. Why was he so good.
"Fine," I said, shaking him off and standing. "Fine, alright, okay."
I saw the wry smile on his face as he swiveled round and crossed the room to sit in the desk, flipping open my laptop with one smooth motion.
I stood in the middle of the room and stared at Sherlock as he said nonchalant
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Another long, boring day. Sherlock and John hadn't had a case in over two weeks and the doctor could tell the boredom was beginning to take its toll on the detective. The man would occasionally stand up walk to the door or the window then stop and turn quickly and half run half shuffle over to the other side of the apartment. Twice he had gone to the fridge, opened it, stared inside then slammed the door making his flatmate jump in surprise.
"Will you sit down please? You're making me nervous." John said finally, slamming his computer shut. He had been trying to update his blog but unfortunately Sherlock's constant movement was becoming a bit of a distraction.
"You like being nervous." Sherlock countered, not even looking at him.
"True as that may be I would like to focus. Sit down and watch the telly or something." the doctor said.
"Eh. Boring." the detective said returning to the sofa and falling onto it none to gracefully.
"I'm sure something wil
BBC Sherlock - The Bored SongIf you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom, boom)BBC Sherlock - The Bored Song3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
If you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom, boom)
If you're bored and you know it, then your wall will surely show it,
if you're bored and you know it shoot a wall! (boom boom)
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
Sherlock FanFic: White Lies -Part 1This story is set after Scandal in Belgravia but before Reichenbach.Sherlock FanFic: White Lies -Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dedicated to my dear friend Chloe.
John's phone buzzed stubbornly in his pocket. With a sigh, he withdrew it, already expecting it to be his flatmate.
GOING TO BE LATE HOME. MORIARTY IS TRYING TO BE CLEVER. SH.
John rubbed his brow worriedly, and, for all the help it would give, texted back.
BE CAREFUL. JW.
It perplexed John how Sherlock Holmes could be texting as well as fending off his nemesis, but then again; he was Sherlock Holmes. John was surprised when his phone buzzed again, not long after he sent his own.
ALWAYS AM. I'LL BE 15 MINUTES. PUT THE KETTLE ON, WOULD YOU? SH.
He sighed again, slipped the phone back into his pocket and heaved himself from his favourite armchair. Sometimes John swore that the only reason Sherlock ever wanted a flatmate was to be able to have a servant. He walked into the kitchen, and filled the kettle reluctantly. When he turned to place it back on its platform, J
John's Best Man 3-New Message.John's Best Man 3-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HEARD YOU COMMITED A MURDER.
BORED AGAIN, LITTLE BROTHER?
Sherlock scowled at his mobile that had pinged shrilly against his chest from its resting place in his inside jacket pocket. He sat back on his ankles, peering over the dead girl's body. He had insisted that nobody moved her, just in case evidence was being hidden from view. Around him, the crowd had dispersed, but replaced them were some of Scotland Yard's best people: Lestrade and Anderson. Lestrade was standing far back, as though standing too close to Sherlock would cause him to singe. Sherlock tossed John his phone.
"Don't bother replying," Sherlock grumbled, teasing a pair of latex gloves over his hands.
YOUR FLATMATE NOT KEEPING
YOU ENTERTAINED ANYMORE?
John scanned the text, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Sherlock grunted his thoughts then narrowed his eyes, like a sniper homing in on his target. There were some stragglers, two voluptuous elderly woman
SickJohn stirred when he heard the bathroom door close... Again. ‘Poor thing’ John thought, sliding out of bed, ‘that’s the fourth time today’. Sherlock had the flu, and a right nasty one at that. John had wondered for a moment if he should put a drip on Sherlock since the detective was often too weak to sit up and grab the water himself and John still had work. He went into Sherlock’s room to grab his mug and fill it with fresh water. Sherlock didn’t like anyone seeing him weak, not even his flatmate, so John waited until he was sure Sherlock wouldn’t mind John coming in to take care of him. Ninety seconds later, John heard the loo go and Sherlock slumping against the wall. Time to get the man and put him back in bed. John knocked on the bathroom door before sliding it open, trying to be careful not to hit Sherlock. He wordlessly handed the cup to Sherlock and sat down on the edge of the tub.Sick1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Just kill me now.” Sherlock murmured
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John stared up into the face of Sherlock Holmes. The old army gun was pointed directly at the bomb, which was sitting mere metres away from them on the poolside floor. Sherlock's perfectly chiselled features were stone-solid in concentration, his arm not moving an inch. John gripped the side of the changing cubicle he was crouching against and tried to steady his breathing, preparing for what might come.
Sherlock turned to look straight at him, and piercing blue eyes met brown. John saw a flicker of terror pass his face for an instant, and felt his heart rate skyrocket. If he pulled that trigger, they would both die within split seconds. John could not see how they could find a way out of this. If Sherlock shot the bomb, they would all die. If Sherlock didn't shoot the bomb, the snipers would kill them. But Moriarty would survive to kill again.
John looked down the pool towards the man who, faced with death, still had a smug grin on his face, almost daring Sherlock to pull th
Caring / Chapter 2 Mycroft x Reader“Apologise!”Caring / Chapter 2 Mycroft x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Sherlock Holmes, if you do not apologise right now, I will not be afraid to punish you.”
“You know I would.”
“With the stick?”
“You think I still have that after all these years?”
He looked at you with a knowing face, arms crossed defiantly over his chest.
“Yes, I still have it.”
With a huff, the younger Holmes turned to the cake covered Mycroft and mumbled out an apology.
“Say it louder.”
He turned to you with a desperate expression. You knew how much this tortured the male, but you couldn't help it. Not only was it fun, but Mycroft seriously deserved the apology. Who experiments on cake? It should be an unspoken rule never to do that. It is rude and disrespectful to the delicious treat.
“I am sorry...for making...the cake..explode. There. Happy, (Name)?”
“Quite,” you pressed a quick kiss to Sherlock's cheek before layi
Caring / Chapter 5 Mycroft x reader“She's missing.”Caring / Chapter 5 Mycroft x reader11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Perhaps she has decided to go ho-”
“And leave all of her belongings behind? Do not lie to me, Sherlock Holmes. Where is (Name)?”
He hesitated. No, he didn't know where you were. But he had an inkling you wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Women with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes had been disappearing off the streets lately. And it just so happened he had upset you and made you leave. It has been two days since they last saw you. The odds of you being safe were slim to none.
“It wasn't my fault.”
“Of course it was!” Mycroft spat at his brother, anger boiling in his veins. “SHE'S GONE. And it is all YOUR FAULT. Why did she leave that night? What did you do to her?”
“Don't get angry at me! I was only trying to protect you both.”
“Protect us from what? Each other? Do you not understand how long it has taken me to get this close to her? Obviously, you don't. And now she's gone.
John's Best Man -2The handcuffs were cold against his opalescent wrists. He squirmed and protested as Lestrade dragged him away, his face gruffer and more exasperated than usual. John sat in the passenger seat of the inspector's slim blue Jaguar. Sherlock brooded in the back.John's Best Man -23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I told you so," said Lestrade monotonously, momentarily switching his gaze from the road to the distressed groom.
John frowned and his forehead creased. Putting up with this was making him age five times faster. "What?"
"Remember, that night with the cabbie? Told you he was gonna end up putting a body somewhere."
"I think that was Sally."
"She meant well."
The windows were steaming up with condensation. Outside, the afternoon went by, not caring for what had happened just less than an hour ago. John had left Sarah with her surviving bridesmaids, allowing her to clean up and to grieve the loss of her friend. His heart dropped. She'd looked so beautiful in that white dress; she was almost glowing as she had walked up the aisle, ever
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"Any ideas?" Lestrade asked as they parked in front of 221b.
"Several. All rather unlikely." Sherlock replied, climbing out of the car. "Stay here. John will want to put on some dry clothes and will insist I do the same but I want to get to the hospital to speak to Ms. Potter as soon as possible." he said slamming the door behind him.
Lestrade looked at John who shrugged and said "We really should put on something dry." before follow Sherlock into the flat.
Once inside he made his way up to his room where he quickly changed into a dry jumper and a fresh pair of trousers, along with whatever other articles of clothing that need to be replaced. Once dressed he went back down to the main room, certain Sherlock would also be dressed and annoyed at him for taking so long.
Instead he found his flatmate sitting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and still wearing wet socks, staring at his cell phone as it rang.
"Are you going to answer that?" John sighed.
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Spoilers: Don't read if you haven't watched "The Great Game".
Sherlock looked to John for reassurance that he was doing the right thing. He needed to know that it was okay because he, himself, was unsure. He knew that the bomb was the logical choice. It would end Moriarty and the death that followed him like a dark, wispy shroud. The blast might take him too if he couldn't think of a way out in time, but that was fine. He just didn't know if he could do that to John, he didn't know if he could bare the thought, so he needed him to tell him that it would be okay.
The barrel of the gun was trained upon the bomb, his hand steady, his face as solid as stone. He gazed into the eyes of the just as unwavering Moriarty before looking back to his loyal companion again, one last time. And he saw it, the slightest of nods. It was all he required.
Sherlock fired within the very same instant and time
Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader“She's sleeping. Don't bother her, Sherlock.”Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yes, but she is grimacing. It is obvious she's laying wrong on her wound. She needs to be moved.”
Mycroft dropped his head with a mute sigh, rubbing the corner of his eye. As he went to open his mouth, you shot up with a wince.
“I told you.”
You eased your way back down with minimal hissing, but very shaky breathing from the pain in your abdomen. Sherlock covered you over with the blanket, eyes running from your face down to your toes. You knew exactly what he was doing.
“Not now, Sherlock. I'm tired.”
“You've been sleeping for over ten hours.”
You covered your ears, burying your face in the pillow. “Shhhh. I was stabbed to death, remember?”
“Four weeks ago. Except you spent three of those weeks in the hospital.”
“It takes a while for a person to heal.”
“But that doesn't mean you need to sleep excessively. You've been doing that for the pa