BBC Sherlock - CakeJohn stood in the kitchen doorway and stared.BBC Sherlock - Cake in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was baking. The tall, slim figure had his back to John, a bowl cradled in his arm with all the ease of a master patisserie chef.
"You're staring John." Sherlock said, not turning round.
"And you're baking."
"And we have both just established that we have a firm grasp of the obvious." Sherlock said, amused, as he carefully sifted flour into the bowl and proceeded to mix it thoroughly.
"Are Tristan, Isolde and Persephone coming round then?" John asked, remembering the only other time he had seen Sherlock baking, that time for his little nieces and nephews in an attempt to spite Mycroft by violating the sugar embargo he had placed upon his offspring.
"No." Sherlock said, spooning the mixture into two cake tins.
"Can I not do something simply because I enjoy it?"
"Yes but you're not just doing it for giggles, are you?"
Sherlock smiled at John's accurate deduction. "No. Not this time no. But the point still stands. I
BBC Sherlock - A Good ManLestrade lived on his phone. He'd be the first one to admit it.BBC Sherlock - A Good Man in General Fiction More Like This
He was always reluctant to lend his phone to people. Partially because of his phone's practical value. But mostly because of one number in his contact list.
Most of them he was fine with. But this one made him unaccountably nervous.
He knew he was being irrational, his motives for having the number in his phone really were completely pure.
However, his line of work made him automatically distrustful of the kind of man who had the number of a thirteen year old girl in his phone who wasn't family.
Originally, after he had had to scrape Sherlock off the floor and take him to hospital, he had attempted to contact Sherlock's big brother. He knew Sherlock had one and that he was some bigwig in the government.
Imagine his surprise when a slender, dark-haired girl of thirteen with curiously familiar eyes turned up in his office.
Upon opening the door and finding her in there he had frozen in shock.
" . . . Can I help you?"
BBC SH - Valentine's ExplanationsTwo men were sat on a train, slumped comfortably into their chairs with the contented knowledge of a job well done.BBC SH - Valentine's Explanations in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was setting and the cool February sky was bathing them with a warm pink glow. The cool blast of air from the open train door as passengers got on and off the stationary train was a mild irritant but only drew more attention to the soft, drowsy aura of warmth surrounding the seated passengers.
The satisfaction of the completed case had made Sherlock unusually relaxed, and he slouched into the soft woollen cocoon of his coat, eyes scanning the other passengers in a lazily observant manner.
"Alright John," He murmured. "The two men over there. Which one of them is the teacher? Go."
John smiled slightly as they continued their 'game'. "Right . . . they're both reading the children's exercise books . . . but the dark-haired one is actually marking them. He's the teacher."
"Excellent. And what subject are the books on?"
"Maths. No other exercise books come wi
BBC SH - Medic DayJohn Watson sat back in his armchair, feeling a strange giddy sensation of excited pride.BBC SH - Medic Day in General Fiction More Like This
This was a momentous day.
The first time ever that his parents had visited him at 221B.
Mr. And Mrs Watson were sat on the sofa, looking around with approving curiosity as they sipped at the cups of tea their son had just handed to them.
"Is he ever going to move?" Mrs Watson asked, inquisitively nodding towards Sherlock who was sat in his armchair.
"No, probably not for another couple of hours. He's currently shifting through old cases in his head to try and find a link." John admitted, looking at his flatmate who was staring into the middle-distance with a deceptively vacant expression. "Don't take it personally that he hasn't greeted you. When he gets like this he doesn't notice anything."
"Doesn't this get a bit boring for you, when he's like this?" Mr. Watson said, scooping Gladstone off the floor and fussing over the delighted bulldog.
"I used to, but now I just like the quiet." John admitte
BBC SH- Great Wall of PillowsJohn Watson knew for a fact he was a boring sleeper.BBC SH- Great Wall of Pillows in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Sherlock's many quips about his snoring shaking plaster dust off the ceiling, John still was certain that his flatmate was joking and that in fact he was a placid, uneventful snoozer.
Sherlock however slept only sporadically. And when he did he would wriggle and mumble to himself in his sleep, as well as clutching onto anything within the reach of his sleepy arms and cuddling into it contentedly. But, even with John's firm guidance Sherlock could only be coaxed into a semi-regular sleep pattern and even then only when there was no case to be had.
John got the feeling however that this was not to be one of those nights.
They had spent the entire day chasing around Manchester in the course of a case and they had only resolved the matter after a tense chase through the city that had involved Sherlock misjudging a rugby tackle which sent him and the suspect flying into the River Mersey.
It was December. It was freezing. It
BBC Sherlock-BabysittingJohn Watson rubbed his eyes wearily and summoned the last fragments of his patience. "Alright, run it by me one more time. You did what?"BBC Sherlock-Babysitting in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was, for some unfathomable reason, sopping wet and covered in soap suds. His clothes were plastered to his skinny frame and he stood dripping in front of Watson's armchair, peering down at his friend through his sodden fringe. "I ran through a car wash." He explained, calmly, for the third time.
John sat back in his chair, his eyes closing despairingly, and asked the question again. "Why?"
"Chasing a suspect."
"And it didn't occur to you to go around the car wash instead of through it?" Then John remembered this was a guy who, on the very night he met him, got hit by a car whilst chasing a suspect. Sherlock may have been incredibly intelligent but the tunnel vision he got when a suspect was in sight often led him to do chronically stupid things. Rather like running through an operational car wash . . .
"Well, he w
BBC SH - Reunion - MycroftThe Diogenes Club was old. The dark wood panelling and the high ceilings marking it out as a relic of a bygone era.BBC SH - Reunion - Mycroft in General Fiction More Like This
Rather like many of its inhabitants.
And like every old thing, it was a bit battered around the edges.
Normally, Mycroft Holmes saw the grandeur and the glory of the building's past.
But today, in the gloom of January with the rain pattering with insistent consistency against the window, Mycroft found it hard to ignore the flaking paint and chipped wood surrounding him.
But then again, the entire world seemed a little bit tarnished now.
He sat in the window seat, a glass of brandy cradled in his lax fingers, gazing numbly down at the hooded and umbrella-d figures hurrying along in the street outside.
The door opened and closed quietly; informing him that someone else had entered The Stranger's Room.
He raised his brandy to his lips and gave it a sip.
The figure moved towards the window, following Mycroft's line of sight.
They stood in silence for a moment.
Then a low voic
BBC SH - Somehow Here AgainAuthor's Warning Do not read if you have not watched The Reichenbach Fall.BBC SH - Somehow Here Again in General Fiction More Like This
The audience was alive with noise. The intermission had just ended and everyone was shuffling back in from various toilet/cigarette breaks. Feet were trodden on, apologies mumbled and bottoms wedged into those ridiculously tiny theatre seats.
Still, it's not often a university group is given the run of a West End theatre for the night. There wasn't enough of them to fill all of it, but the stalls were completely filled even if the dress circle wasn't. The students who had come to watch rather than participate in the charity show grinned gleefully at each other, enjoying the comfortable warm fug of lots of people in a confined space and the fluffy brained feeling of alcohol. It was impossible not to love the magic tingling electricity of sheer potential found in all theatres.
The lights dimmed, the curtain rose.
A brief murmur echoed through the audience.
It was that unusual purple-haired girl, that
SH - The Russian Ballerina 4Sherlock Holmes was rapidly coming to realise something. It is difficult and uncomfortable to ride pillion on a dirt-bike, even at the best of times.SH - The Russian Ballerina 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Especially when it is being controlled by a teenager whose general scatter-brained air and drug habits were common-knowledge to all who knew him.
And, as said teenager was traversing London's darkened, rain-slicked streets with a reckless disregard for the state of his bike or his passenger's spine, in a desperate attempt to prevent the death of Sherlock's niece, this could hardly be considered as the best of times . . .
The brakes howled as Banjo's dirt bike skidded to a halt at a curb, the battered Ford Fiesta following them screeching to a stop and missing them by all of six inches.
As the occupants of the Fiesta scrambled out, Sherlock tore the helmet from his head and gasped as the cool air hit him.
"She must be clos-" He began but he froze as a sound sliced through the air.
A gunshot like a distant crack of thunder.
Then a desperate
BBC SH - A Study In Starlight IAlina Kozyra was a woman with a heart that was two tiny threads away from shattering into pieces.BBC SH - A Study In Starlight I in General Fiction More Like This
The pale-haired Polish lady was pacing up and down in front of the window of that grey-haired Detective Inspector's office, tears smeared down her face.
Twelve hours old. That's how old her baby had been when the father's psychotic brother had taken her. Saying that no brother of his would raise the offspring of a whore.
She'd only been released from the hospital an hour before her daughter was snatched away.
Rejecting the violent and domineering Henryk, an ex-army man from the Klodzko Valley, was no doubt the best and worst decision of her life. Best, because any man who called the hard-working hospital orderly a whore was an appalling human being. And worst, because - in having his meek little brother Mikołaj's baby - she had inspired the man's fury in the worst possible way.
Mikołaj was a good-hearted man but too weak to protect Alina from his brother's wrath. The woman would
The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
Exception12:05Exception in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock are you busy?
No. Aren't you?
No. Light day.
So you can text me while you're working, but I can't text you?
You do text me.
Yes, but it bothers you.
You act like it does.
That's because it should bother me.
I don't follow.
I have question for you.
I know what you meant.
Good. What's your question?
What should we call ourselves now that we're together?
John and Sherlock.
Or perhaps Johnlock. If you're the sort for couple names. Frankly I think they're ridiculous.
I mean with other people. How should I introduce you?
As a genius.
Right. Sorry. As your boyfriend then.
But that's so common. Everyone has a boyfriend.
You know what I mean. It just doesn't fit us. To pedestrian.
The Question12:13The Question in Short Stories More Like This
You still haven't given me an answer.
An answer to what?
Don't play the fool.
I'm not playing anything.
So you are a fool?
It's a fair question.
It is not, you tosser.
You can answer "No". I won't be offended.
Answer "No" to what?
Really John, we went over this yesterday afternoon.
I was at work yesterday afternoon!
Not my fault you weren't listening.
I don't have super-human hearing!
Would you just ask me again?
You know I dislike repeating myself.
Well I can't answer if you don't ask.
But I've already asked.
Keep this up and I'll just answer "No" to end the conversation.
That's unfortunate. It makes perfectly logical sense.
What makes logical sense?
Dates and Debates2:30Dates and Debates in Short Stories More Like This
You and Molly
What are you talking about?
Didn't you take her out for coffee yesterday evening?
I don't even want know how you know that.
Simple - she told me.
Oh. I thought you might've deduced it from her perfume or something
What relevance does her perfume have?
I don't know, you're the genius.
I am indeed. But you brought it up.
It was a joke! Sarcasm
Ah - Not very amusing.
Why are you interested in who I take to coffee anyway?
So why bring it up?
My brother however is.
Don't play the fool Lestrade. I know all about you two.
And what do you "know" about us?
That you've been dancing around a romantic relationship for three months and when your wife finally announces that she's leaving you for the librarian you will make it an official arrangement.
I thought you told me she
The Wedding Part 1 - Stag Party *STAG PARTY*The Wedding Part 1 - Stag Party in Short Stories More Like This
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
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 Hold 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
When He SleepsSherlock detests sleep. Avoids it whenever possible. It's dull, pedestrian, unproductive and a waste of time. He only sleeps when it becomes absolutely necessary. When his body and mind are on the edge of collapse from over-exertion. Sleep was never a voluntary activity for him.When He Sleeps in Short Stories More Like This
At least that's how it used to be. Now he sleeps quite regularly. Even on cases.
But only in the back of a cab. This is because of a certain jumper-wearing doctor that shares the cabs with him. Because in the cabs he can pillow against the above-mentioned doctor and sleep quiet contently.
It started out by accident of course; this "pillowing arrangement." They'd been on a particularly brutal case for over a week; a string of child murders made to look like suicides. The killers knew what they were doing and were painstakingly thorough in covering their tracks. Even managed to feed them a few false leads. Not thorough enough to trump Sherlock though. It had taken 9 days and a 3 hour foot chase across London, but
Doctor's Orders12:04Doctor's Orders in Short Stories More Like This
Where are you?
At home. Resting.
Yes. Watching crappy telly on the couch. Just like the Dr ordered.
That's very interesting.
Yes. Because I'm home too.
Why are you there?!
A better question is why aren't you?
I got bored lying around.
You have the flu. You're supposed to lie around.
But I was bored.
I don't care. Where are you?
I could always send Mycroft to find you.
You wouldn't dare.
At St Bart's. Molly has a fresh corpse ideal for experimenting.
Right. I'm coming to get you.
No! I'm not finished.
I just dropped home on my lunch break to check on you and find that you're at the morgue. With a flu. Not in the mood to argue.
Well I am.
Only a fool argues with his Dr.
Or a bored genius.
I don't care what the hell you are. I'm bringi
Dear GregHi Greg,Dear Greg in Short Stories More Like This
I'm not sure why I'm doing this. Writing like it's a letter I mean. You won't ever read it. Hopefully no one ever reads it since I'm writing it in my journal.
Is it stupid to still have a journal at my age? I don't really know and I didn't think about it when I bought it and started writing in it. I mean, there are so many things I want to say out loud but I never do because I can't or because they won't come out right - but I have to get it down somehow so I guess this is the next best thing.
But all of that really isn't the point. The point is I have a lot of things floating around in my head that I want to tell you but I don't because it's not really right and it's not really fair and I know that may not make much sense but maybe you'll understand when I write more.
I know I could tell you everything I'm going to write down and you'd listen patiently until I got it all out and all right and you'd smile and nod even if you thought I sounded like an idiot or something.
The Question Part 3 - Molly11:03The Question Part 3 - Molly in Short Stories More Like This
I got an invitation in the mail to your wedding this morning
Are you going to make it?
You really are getting married?
Oh - wow. I thought it was a joke or something.
Why would you think that?
Well I just never thought Sherlock would go for something like that. But then I never thought he would go for a romantic relationship at all, so shows what I know.
Well he has a very logical reason behind it.
I'm sure he does. How did you propose?
Sherlock proposed to me.
Oh my god!
Like I said, he had a logical explanation behind it.
Still, that's really romantic of him. You two are so sweet.
I don't know about that.
But you are. How did he propose?
Well he asked me one night in the flat - but I wasn't there.
Why would he ask when you weren't there?
Sherlock x John Part 1Shaking with shock, but trying desperately to hide it from his keen eyed companion, John Watson glanced at Sherlock, his long stride easily putting distance between them before Sherlock would glance back and casually slow his pace to match John's shorter one. John clenched his jaw to stop it from trembling and clenched his hands into fists. His pace slowed as he remembered what had just occured not that long ago...Sherlock x John Part 1 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock x John Part 7When John woke up that morning and went down stairs, Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a thick doona, sniffling. Alarmed, John rushed over to him. "Are you alright, Sherlock?" he asked, worriedly, pressing his wrist to Sherlock's forehead.Sherlock x John Part 7 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock swatted his hand away. "Don't be daft John. I am perfectly alright," he responded, his voice sounding thick.
"Sherlock! You've got a fever; you have to go back to bed, no buts, doctor's orders. I'll call the clinic; tell them I'm taking the day off. Now, up to bed with you, I'll be with you in a sec with a nice hot cup of tea," John fussed, shooing Sherlock away.
Grumbling, Sherlock complied, complaining all the way. Well, he wouldn't be Sherlock if he didn't.
Grinning, John picked up his cell and dialled the office, praying Sarah wouldn't be there. He started fixing Sherlock some tea as he did so. "Hello, Sarah speaking. How may I help you?" Sarah answered politely.
"Ah, hello Sarah, John here. Just wanted to let you
Sherlock x John Part 6John slowly walked downstairs after getting dressed, the same question pounding through his head though he tried to ignore it; why hadn't Sherlock come and slept in bed with him?Sherlock x John Part 6 in Profiles More Like This
He shook his head irritably, already in a bad mood. Apparently he couldn't get a good night's sleep without Sherlock, which made him annoyed at himself and sink deeper into his bad mood. He skipped his tea, and grabbed his jumper, storming past Sherlock and straight down the stairs. His bad mood deepened even more when all the cabs ignored him, forcing him to walk.
He arrived late with a massive headache, and Sarah was being rude and unhelpful. His clients are were whiny and annoying. Sarah made him stay after work to do paperwork at which point he was ready to shoot something. Even that blasted smiley face on the wall.
His patience was wearing thin as he entered the flat at 7pm, and then remembered he had to go out with Greg. He marched straight up to his room and changed into something nice. He shaved, for h
Sherlock x John Part 4John sighed, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again and looking straight at Mycroft. "What about Sherlock and I?" He asked wearily, not really in the mood to deal with him.Sherlock x John Part 4 in Profiles More Like This
"As his older brother, I feel that it is my duty to warn you of the consequences if you happen to break Sherlock's heart," Mycroft stated, completely serious.
John knew he was being serious, but the words sounded strange coming out of Mycroft's mouth. "I know that is how you feel, Mycroft, but I think that it is none of your business what Sherlock and I do. Besides, Sherlock is old enough to kill me himself if I happen to break his heart, which I have no wish to do," John stated, lifting an eye brow at Mycroft.
"I know that is so, John, but just know that I will be watching. And if you do any wrong to my brother, accidental or not, it will be me you will face," he threatened.
John bristled at the threat was just about to tell Mycroft exactly what he thought, but the door opened and
Sherlock x John Part 8After John had relieved himself, he had come back and found Sherlock in a deep sleep. At first he hadn't been worried his fever had gone down and he wasn't coughing or sniffing anymore, but he hadn't woken up.Sherlock x John Part 8 in Profiles More Like This
Worried, John stayed awake all night, ignoring his thirst and instead eating the cookies Harry had made. A few times, he almost fell asleep, but caught himself. Sherlock didn't wake up the next day either. Feeling a bit panicked, John decided that if he hadn't woken up by the night, he would call Mycroft.
When night came and went, John reached for his phone and called Mycroft, anxious. "Hello? Mycroft? Yes, it's John. It's about Sherlock, he went to sleep after you left and hasn't woken up yet, I'm getting worried," John said; his anxiety evident in his voice.
"I'll be right over," Mycroft said, his voice sounding drawn.
"And can you please get me some water?" John asked a second before Mycroft hung up.
Sighing, John reached out and cradled Sherlock's face in hi
Sherlock x John Part 5Regretfully, John had to go to work. He was more reluctant than usual, not just because he had to see his ex. But because he had to give up his time with Sherlock. Sighing, he grabbed his coat and left, glancing once more at Sherlock who was so deep in thought if John had said anything, he wouldn't have noticed.Sherlock x John Part 5 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's strange drink had helped his headache, but he had thrown up a couple of times before all the alcohol was out of his system. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that if he took a cab, he would be early and have to sit in an awkward silence with Sarah while they waited for customers. Shrugging, he started walking, enjoying the crisp morning air.
It was around seven o'clock at night when John finally got off work. It had been a hectic day with lots of customers, and John was exhausted. He was starving, tired, and his leg and injured arm was aching.
He knew Sherlock wouldn't have made dinner, so he grabbed some Chinese for both of them and continued walking stiffly
Sherlock x John Part 3John woke up in a good mood. Which was probably because of the one and only Sherlock Holmes in his bed. A smile stretched across his face. It was quite rare to see Sherlock sleeping. He was probably exhausted after his fight with the suspect...Sherlock x John Part 3 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's face was so relaxed and peaceful and... so innocent. His curls were a mess and John noticed that his hand was still tangled in Sherlock's curls. He flexed his hand, wincing when his hand cramped. He gently withdrew his hand and gently stretched it.
Yawning, he looked at the time and groaned when he saw that it was only 5am. He knew that he had no hope of going back to sleep, so he thought about what he should do. He could stay here and watch Sherlock sleep, or he could get up and go shopping. He could get some of Sherlock's favourite tea...
Nodding decisively, John slowly withdrew his legs and let go of Sherlock's hand. John froze when Sherlock frowned, reaching out. Thinking fast, John grabbed a pillow and gave it to Sherlock, who cu
Sherlock x John Part 2John Watson was doing what he thought he would never do. Hold hands with Sherlock Holmes. Unable to keep the grin off of his face, John turned his head to the side so that Sherlock wouldn't get too smug.Sherlock x John Part 2 in Profiles More Like This
Then he remembered the huge love bite Sherlock had given him. John's grin dropped and a scowl replaced it. He turned his head and glared at Sherlock, who was looking in the opposite direction from him. He opened his mouth to yell at Sherlock, but the consulting detective sighed heavily and looked directly into John's eyes. "OK, so I bit you. And gave you a huge love bite. Who cares?" Sherlock groaned.
John was just about to tell Sherlock exactly 'who cares', but, once again, Sherlock cut him off before he could start. He leaned down to whisper in John's ear, his hot breath sending shivers of pleasure through John's being. "Besides, we both know you enjoyed it," he whispered.
John face flushed from embarassment, and Shelock, obviously enjoying John's embarassment, started nibbling light
Sherlock x John Part 22Eyes opening, John sighed as he realised he was still tiny.Sherlock x John Part 22 in Profiles More Like This
Stretching out on his pillow, John hopped off the bed, gasping a little at the impact and walked through the open bedroom door.
Climbing down the stairs was difficult and time consuming, but John didn't want Sherlock to have to trudge up and down the stairs each time.
Huffing, out of breath, John walked into the living room, and was surprised to find Sherlock not there. Walking into the kitchen, Sherlock wasn't there either.
Beginning to panic, John called out to him.
Hearing no response, John bit his lip, wondering where Sherlock had gone.
Slow footsteps came up the stairs and John froze. He recognised them a second before he heard the high-pitched male voice.
"Oh, Johnny boy~! I know your in here!"
Feet slipping slightly on the floor, John dived under the couch and pressed himself against the chair leg as the footsteps entered the room.
"Did you miss me, Johnny boy? I thought you might call," Moriarty's voice taunted him, th
Sherlock x John Part 10When John woke he was feeling better than he had in a long time. He opened his eyes and was surprised to find no Sherlock in bed. Frowning, he licked his lips (a bad habit of his) and sat up, rubbing his eyes.Sherlock x John Part 10 in Profiles More Like This
The sheets beside him crinkled, and he turned his head, seeing a folded piece of paper. He reached out and grabbed it, he glanced at the door and unfolded it.
'Dear Johnny boy,
Did you miss me? I know I missed you. Why don't you come to the café at 10 and you and I can have a little chat.
John frowned; the handwriting was bugging him. There was something about it, but he just couldn't place it. He glanced at the clock it was only 9am. He shook his head, what a big sleep in, and got up. He went over to the bathroom and had a shower, cleaning himself up after last night.
He walked into the kitchen in a pair of fresh clothes and saw Sherlock sitting on the couch, clearly thinking. "Tea?" John asked as he walked past, wondering how to tell Sherlock about the note.
A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.A Week Without John in Short Stories More Like This
Arms wrapped around John's waist as Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder. John froze, hand half wrapped around the milk.
"Good morning." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock's hand was wrapped around the belt that held John's robe closed. He pulled it slightly till the knot was threatening to fall apart, revealing John's body underneath.
"May I, John?" Sherlock asked biting John's ear.
John moaned and giggled, closing his eyes. Sherlock pulled the string a little more, almost having it fall apart.
Did Sherlock know?
The knot broke and the robe fell open, revealing John's body and boxers. As the cold breeze hit his skin, he gasped.
"Sherlock... Is this because I'm... ohhhh..." Sherlock bit John's neck then stopped.
"You're what?" Sherlock asked slowly.
John sighed, upset that he interrupted what could have been a great time, and closed the fridge door. He turned towards Sherlock.
"Sherlock... Read th
ExperimentJohn?Experiment in Short Stories More Like This
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
You Don't Need a Girlfriend"You're wasting your time." Sherlock said uncaringly, as John walk in and stripped his coat.You Don't Need a Girlfriend in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock didn't look up at him, he just sat staring at the wall, hands stapled under his chin. John paused at the coat rack, thinking over what Sherlock just said.
"Excuse me?" He asked, turning and taking three long, brief strides to Sherlock.
"You very well heard me, it's useless for me to repeat myself." Sherlock said, sending him a sideways glance.
"And what are you talking about when you say I'm wasting my time?" John asked, leaning on the table in front of Sherlock.
"All your girlfriends and -dates-. You're wasting your time." Sherlock lowered his hands and stared at John.
John raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? Is that so? Just because I want to have some fun? Just because I want to actually have a girlfriend?"
"You don't need a girlfriend." Sherlock said, standing and going into the kitchen, starting up the kettle.
"Why's that?" John followed Sherlock into the
Watson LockedJohn looked so cute. So peaceful as he slept, his arms crossed over his stomach, his mouth opened just slightly ajar, his breathing deep and gentle, one in a while swallowing and taking a deep, long breath. Sherlock never knew someone could look so at peace. He almost had second thoughts of waking the peaceful solider. But yet, he needed him... Needed to hear him speak, needed to have him hold him, needed to have John's warm lips brush his forehead with a kiss.Watson Locked in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, Sherlock entered the room.
"John?" He asked softly, still unsure about waking him. "John?" He asked a little louder.
He knew John was a heavy sleeper... But still. He walked over and sat down on the edge of John's bed. As he breathed, he smelled John. Just the light smell in the atmosphere that reminded Sherlock of vanilla and tangerines. He adored that intoxicating smell that was, and always will be, John Watson. -His- John Watson.
He brushed John's soft cheek with his finger and smiled. John's eyes slowly fluttered ope
Single: Part 12Sherlock hiked up the stairs that lead to thei... his flat in 221B. Without John, this place was nothing short of Hell. Sherlock walked across thei... his flat and opened the cabinet in the kitchen, the whole time avoiding looking at John's old arm chair. The place he had died. Where Sherlock held him his last moments of life. Where Sherlock had kissed the last breath out of him...Single: Part 12 in Short Stories More Like This
Removing a pistol from the cabinet, he strode from the flat, avoiding that chair, and locked the door behind him after leaving a note on the kitchen table.
-I will not be back.-
Sherlock walked the dark streets of London. He knew he could never return to 221B Baker Street, there were too many sad memories that would haunt him of a time, happy with John. A time that can never return, no matter how much he willed it back. Wanted it back. It was all a sad dream now.
Sherlock fingered the pistol in his pocket of John's jumper. He could never take the jumper off, from the simple fact of it
A Study in BlondJohn clenched and unclenched his fists around the plastic handle of the grocery bag in his hand. Habit; takes a taxi to the store, buys the milk, looks through the store to waste some time, checks out, and walks home, crumbling the bag handle as he goes. He doesn't know why he does it, he just does. He wrestled his hand around in his pocket as he approaches the door, labeled in bronze 221B.A Study in Blond in Short Stories More Like This
As he made his way up the wooden step, he focused on the creaks of the stairs beneath his weight. As they creaked, he thought of Sherlock, and how seemingly noiseless those stairs seemed under him. John stopped, halfway up, and looked down at himself. -I should join a gym...- He sighed and continued upward. He thought after all the chasing after Sherlock, his weight would have gone down, but that was a false fantasy. -Maybe I should just not eat for a week.- He chuckled to himself, then opened the door to their flat as he reached the top of the stairs.
He was looking down at the bag as he closed the
221B Baker Street"Sherlock..." John moaned, his head feeling like it was about to explode.221B Baker Street in Short Stories More Like This
John lay in his bed, a cold sweat running down his face. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew all he wanted was death... That, and Sherlock.
"Sherlock." John called in a weak, raspy, moaning voice. "Please..."
The door to his room opened and Sherlock froze as he saw his lover, sweating, crying from pain, his skin a ghostly pale, almost transparent, and his eyes were sunken into his skull. Sherlock has never seen John so... Depressed... Upset... Helpless. Sherlock walked over, carefully, to John's bed and sat down next to him. Sherlock took the back of his head and placed it against John's forehead. He was burning up.
"Sherlock..." John moaned in pain.
"I'm here, John, I'm here." Sherlock had no idea what to do. Was John okay? Was he going to be okay?
"Sherlock... do something... For me..."
Sherlock took John's hand. "What? Anything my love."
"Listen to me... Sherlock... Kill me..."
He sat there, shocked. Jo
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Sherlock took two steps into the flat before falling to his knees. John's now-lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling, looking towards the Gods. Blood streamed down his cheek, pooling on the floor and staining his clothes in the velvet red.
His friend was dead. His only friend... Gone. Sherlock was once again along in the world.
John's face as he pulled the trigger, surprised and anguished. He had seen Sherlock... He was his last sight before he had gone and killed himself. Before he left to be with Sherlock, in the Hell/heaven he had gone to in John's mind. John was willing to die, just because Sherlock was dead... To be with his friend.
Sherlock sat there for a long time before slowly crawling over to take John's computer, the note still painting the screen in it's text. He read it through, his mind not excepting what he was reading.
John's life was nothing without him in it, that is why he had killed himself. Sherlock understood. Opening a new post, he begun
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Lestrade approached Sherlock carefully. Sherlock sat in the grass, staring at John's grave. The rain has been pouring down since the funeral and Sherlock has been sitting there ever since, his hair plastered to his face and his tux soaked. He was holding John's jumper under his chin, his legs pulled to his chest. It still smelled like John.
"Sherlock..." Lestrade placed a gentle hand on Sherlock's shoulder. He expected him to pull away like he always did, but he didn't, he actually leaned into it slightly. "He's in a better place now..."
"It's not fair..." Sherlock's voice was strangely calm through all his tears. "It's just not fair..."
"I know... He was a great man who deserves to be-"
"It should have been me... If anyone was to die, it should have been me."
"Sherlock... He choose to..."
"Because of me!"
"Sherlock, he's happier now... In a-"
"Don't say a better place..."
Lestrade shook Sherlock's shoulder comfortingly then turned to leave.
"John..?" Sherlock whispered a
Single: Part 13Sherlock, uneasily, stepped onto the wall and looked down to the pavement. All his pain would be gone if he just...Single: Part 13 in Short Stories More Like This
"Go ahead, end everything here. All your pain, and feelings, and heartbrokenness. All of it. Just. Jump."
"Moriarty... I made a promise to an old friend the other day..." Sherlock said turning around to face Moriarty dead in the eye.
"Oh?" Moriarty said softly.
"Oh. Want to know what that promise was? I promised that someone was going to pay. Pay for John's death. For my feelings. Pay for everything. And I promise, in particular, that that person would be you. If I jump, you're coming with me!"
"That doesn't seem at all possible, seeing I have no will to jump off a building and -kill- myself." Moriarty laughed.
"And nor do I..." Sherlock said slowly. "...without your blood."
"Now, Sherlock..." Moriarty smiled that evil grin of his. "...Just end it. You can be with your sweetie, John, if you just jump. All your problems and heartache would be over! You two can be h
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I can't stand it. I can't stand this feeling anymore.
I try my best to push it away but it always comes back no matter how hard I try to force it down to the pit of my stomach.
I've been in love with her since the moment I saw her. I rarely fall in love with anyone or even dare to think about committing to a relationship after the whole fiasco with Cassie.
I've pushed girls away and only use them for sex and refuse to get close to them because that's what I do.
I am a womaniser, I know I am.
Besides, why would she like me?
She's better off with someone that wasn't like me. She'd be better off living a normal life instead of travelling - or should I say being dragged - across the country with me and Sam - and occasionally Castiel when he makes an appearance.
She deserves the whole stereotypical house with the white picket fence with the perfect husband and the perfect family instead of almost dying everytime she walks out the front door and having to witness her best
Godparents - Sherlock x Watson!ReaderWhen Mary had finally confirmed that she was in fact pregnant - after Sherlock had announced it at the wedding - I was ecstatic. Becoming an aunt is one of the many things I have been excited about, aside from having my own children of course. Sherlock even seemed pleased about it, although, after a while, he began to shuffle around the apartment.Godparents - Sherlock x Watson!Reader in Romance More Like This
Things aren't going to be the same when the baby comes, I know, but I know that it will be hard on him. Losing his best friend after only just getting him back. At least he has me, right? I know I'm not much, I'm just the girl he's been dating for the past few years that attempts to help out with cases but remains on the side lines; but I want to help him. I really do.
When I awoke I found Sherlock in the kitchen, experimenting as per usual. I shuffle into the room, grabbing myself a cup of tea before maneuvering into the living room to read the paper. The silence remains between us until the front door opens and closes. I frown. I turn to Sh
Awry - Father!Sherlock x Sick!Teen!ReaderI released a rather loud and painful sneeze as I shuffled through the flat. My entire body ached, my head was pounding and my stomach at down a triple back flip since I had awoken this morning. I tug on the sleeves of my jumper and sniff.Awry - Father!Sherlock x Sick!Teen!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Scuffling into the kitchen I begin my search for some form of medicine. I don't care if it's painkillers or cold and flu tablets, I just want something to take the pain away. There's nothing in the cupboards but at least I finally found the hot-water bottle. This would have been handy a week ago.
"Daaad." I whine.
I know he's in the living room, he's usually awake before me and he would have notified me if he was leaving for a case. Also, I could see him sitting in his chair from the corner of my eye.
"Mmhmm?" He replies, his hands clasped in a praying motion.
"Where did you put the painkillers? Or the cold and flu tablets?" I request, folding my arms across my chest. I stand in the door way of the kitchen behind John's old chair.
A chill sweeps acros
Detestation - Father!Sherlock x Teen!Reader"Dad?" I gasp.Detestation - Father!Sherlock x Teen!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
The body lay on the ground. Blood trickled down onto the pavement from his head, staining his curls. I push my way through the people, John gripping onto my arms.
"Dad? Dad, please don't be dead," I whispers. I fall to my knees beside him, holding onto his shoulders. "Daddy, please."
Droplets drip from my eyes, plunging down my cheeks. They befoul from my face, plummeting down and hitting my father's. The blood that trekked from his cheeks fell onto his shirt and stained my hands. A set of arms wrap around me and drag me away from him. They were firm but weak. The tears hit me like a train wreck. My entire body shakes the further I am being dragged away. I release a scream, my entire throat dying in agony.
"(Y/N), come here," John whispers, wrapping his arms around me. "Shhh."
I cling onto his jacket, sobbing into his chest as I watch the paramedics remove his body.
They were taking him from me. They were stealing my dad away from me.
- - - - - 2 Years Later - - - - -
Detestation- Father!Sherlock x Teen!Reader-Part 2"She still isn't speaking to me." My father's voice spoke quietly in the living room.Detestation- Father!Sherlock x Teen!Reader-Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
I stood outside of the door, making sure that I was out of sight. I wasn't entirely sure who he was speaking with, as they had not spoke yet, but it was easy to tell who he was talking about. I don't enjoy being the subject of his conversations. I can't help but feel self-conscious.
Ever since he had returned I scarcely spoke to him. I frequently looked him in the eye but other than that there was nothing. No communication whatsoever. I wouldn't even crack a smile. I had moved all of my stuff back to my old bedroom - with a little help from John of course. When I was at school, John had revealed, that he had managed to rope my father into helping him relocate my things. And I didn't say a word. I locked myself in my room and didn't utter a word.
"Give her some time. Don't force her to speak with you."
It was a woman. I know who it is. I've spoken to her plenty of times over the phone, much to my
Sedated - Sherlock x Reader"I'll see you later." I say as I wave goodbye to my coworkers and begin to escape my office.Sedated - Sherlock x Reader in Drama More Like This
I button up my jacket and shove my hands in my into my pockets. The cold air swept across me, hitting my face. People walked by me, checking their phones or speaking to their loved ones about what has been planned for dinner that evening, or what they events they have planned. I pull out my own phone. Zero text messages and zero missed calls. That's surprising.
Usually I would have over three text messages and a few missed calls from Sherlock. They were usually for strange reasons. Some of them were demanding that I leave work to help him with something. He would usually stand outside to pick me up from work and drag me along with him to some unknown location for a case that I knew barely anything about. But now, he isn't here. There's no text messages, no phone calls, nothing.
I begin to text John. If anyone knows where Sherlock is then it is him.
Have you heard from Sherlock today?
Target Practice - Moran x ReaderI stared at myself in the mirror.Target Practice - Moran x Reader in Romance More Like This
Should I wear this outfit? It's just a simple date, I shouldn't wear anything too fancy.
Currently, I was wearing a simple jumper with a shirt underneath and a pair of jeans. They fitted me well and suited me perfectly. I shouldn't try so hard. It wasn't like I had a major crush on the guy for years on end when my father introduced him to me or anything.
I suck in a deep breath. I shouldn't be nervous. Nope, I shouldn't be nervous about going on a date with an assassin. There is no reason to be nervous.
I fix my hair and conceal my face in a light layer of make up. The knock at the door causes me to jump. I turn around and spot him already entering the room. Sebastian.
"Ready?" He asks with a smile. The scar on the right side of his face fading with his smile.
I nod. "Yeah."
I walk across the room to him. I slip my hand into his. It's rough but warm, I like it. I love the feeling of his hand in mine. It makes me feel safe, secure.
He drags me out of th
Arachnophobia - Sherlock x ReaderYou froze. You were in too much shock to move. It sat there, staring at you. Your feet were glued to the floor as you had a staring contest with a spider.Arachnophobia - Sherlock x Reader in Romance More Like This
Correction, with a monster.
Your breathing quickened and you felt your voice preparing itself to scream.
"John! John!" You fearfully shouted to your older cousin. You tightly wrapped a soft white fluffy towel around your body.
"(Y/N)?" Instead of your cousins' usual voice you were greeted by the alto voice of his roommate.
"Sherlock? Where's John?" Your anxiety levels were increasing the longer you stayed trapped in the bathroom.
"He's away to the supermarket to get some milk, what's wrong?"
"Th-There's a spider in here." You stuttered in a nervous confession. You pulled the towel tighter around your body, your hair mated to your head.
"A spider?" You could pratically hear the smirk in his voice.
You sighed in frustration.
"Yes Sherlock a spider! I suffer from arachnophobia if you had cared to notice!"
There was silence behind the do
Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me - Sherlock x ReaderHold me, hold me, never let me goHold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me - Sherlock x Reader in Romance More Like This
Until you told me, told me what I want to know
And then just hold me, hold me,
Make me tell you I'm in love with you
It had been a long day. A long week even. John and Mary were now married and off to their honeymoon. Sherlock was handling it pretty well, all things considered. He had left the wedding party early, leaving me alone and waiting; wondering if he was okay. He wouldn't return any of my calls or texts. By the time I had returned to the apartment he was asleep, curled up in his bed in a ball.
I managed to sneak in, pulling Mrs Hudson in with me and making sure that she was off to bed safely before staggering up the stairs and crawling into my own bed. I didn't emerge until one in the afternoon the next day.
Sherlock had surprisingly woken up earlier than me, which was rather strange.
Thrill me, thrill me, walk me down the lane
Wish I will be, will be, hiding others just the same
As we'll be, we'll be when you make me tell you I love
Trypanophobia - Sherlock x ReaderGiving blood was something you would never consider doing in a million years, but when you are forced to give blood after collapsing at your home, it wasn't going to be easy.Trypanophobia - Sherlock x Reader in Romance More Like This
John had suggested to the doctor taking care of you that it would be a suitable procedure.
The idea of a metallic sharp metal mini blade piercing your skin wasn't the most beautiful of images.
"She doesn't have to take blood," You had said to John for the millionth time.
Sherlock sat on a chair furthest away from your bed, tapping at the buttons on his phone.
"I'm fine, see? There's no need to take blood or inject me with anything."
"Oh she's fine, don't listen to the advice of a doctor." Sherlock muttered after being silent for the longest.
John turned around to face his friend.
"I'm your doctor and you don't even listen to me."
He turned to face you again
"It's going to be fine (Y/N), it's just a precaution. It's only to make sure there's no real threat to your health."
You begged with your eyes and tried
Caring / Chapter 5 Mycroft x reader“She's missing.”Caring / Chapter 5 Mycroft x reader 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.
Caring / Chapter 2 Mycroft x Reader“Apologise!”Caring / Chapter 2 Mycroft x Reader 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 9 Mycroft x reader“She's sleeping. Don't bother her, Sherlock.”Caring / Chapter 9 Mycroft x reader 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
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“Watch your mouth, young lady.”
“You left me outside in the freezing cold and rain. Mycroft will kill you when he finds out about this, you know.” You glared at the jerk across the room from under your thick blankets, still shivering. Of course, Mr. Smarty-Ass-Pants over there wasn't willing to help. Wait til Mycroft gets home.
“It was an experiment, (Name). I had to leave you out there.” Was his smug reply.
“What kind of an idiot doesn't know that you get sick after being stuck in the cold without the proper attire?”
Sherlock had a quick look of hurt before it was gone again and replaced by a smirk. “That wasn't the experiment.”
“Whatever. Just bring me tea.”
“Fine.” And so he did as was told, for once, and brought you tea. He sat beside you with an intense gaze, watching your every move. It was a little frustrating. Why the hell couldn't he just leave you alone? You were already
Caring Mycroft x ReaderMany who know the Holmes brothers know that caring is not an advantage.Caring Mycroft x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
But did you ever wonder why they thought so? What made them who they are? Or, shall it be said who made them who they are now?
A look into the past will give the answer that everyone is striving for.
(Name) is the reason for such an occurrence. For the strong men known now.
But how? What could this (Name) possibly have done?
Sherlock stared at the door from the chair in his small flat that he shared with his brother. You would be arriving soon. And by soon, he meant four minutes.
Mycroft was out, presumably, obtaining your favourite flowers. You always were Mycroft's favourite. Childhood friend to the Holmes'. The only one to truly be able to handle them, really. Everyone else was scared off. You, though, found interest in the pair.
“Knock knock!” His head snapped to the clock. Five minutes. You were late. With a s
Caring / Chapter 7 Mycroft x readerLight. Too much of it. Close. Much more bearable.Caring / Chapter 7 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
You could hear voices. Was that Sherlock? Mycroft? Someone else.. a voice you didn't recognize.
Was there someone poking your arm? What was that annoying beeping noise?
Your fingers twitched in protest of the sharp feeling and the room went silent.
The light still wasn't very welcoming so you kept your eyes screwed shut. That voice definitely belonged to Mycroft. It held a tint of relief in it. Had something happened? Now that that was thought of, where were you? Wait. Poking your arm. Constant beeping. You were in the hospital, but why?
“Take it easy,” that was a woman, nurse maybe? “You've been asleep for a long while. We're glad you're back with us.”
“Do not lie to her, “ Sherlock. “Tell her what has really transpired. She's been in a coma.”
“Mr. Holmes, if you could please be quiet.” The nurse seemed irritated, though, that did not surprise
Caring / Chapter 8 Mycroft x readerQuiet. That's what the flat was for the past few days. Sherlock was quite eager to bring you home and now that you were, you kind of missed the hospital. There were people there to talk to even when the boys would leave. Now that you were here, shuffling about the flat to either pee or make tea, because those are the only necessary reasons to get up, you felt bored and useless.Caring / Chapter 8 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock was off on a case and you knew better than to ask if you could help just so you could spare yourself his 'are-you-stupid' face. And Mycroft was out as well, surely busy with whatever meeting he had been mumbling about before he left.
But, he did give you a soft kiss on the forehead as he went to go. Though he still had yet to explain his knuckle kisses from the hospital, the affections were enough to keep you patient. Even if it was mildly irritating not knowing for sure. You had a few speculations. Actually, just one. There was an inkling in your head that was telling you, you were right and it made yo
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Mycroft was especially pleasant now that you were in a relationship. Sherlock, though, was still a child. He often whined when Mycroft took you out every other evening. Both Mycroft and you were on quite the high, always sneaking glances and smiles. But it was just the beginning of the fun.
The third month of your dating was the time for new treasures. A necklace with a charm you scolded Mycroft for. A stunning new evening gown. Earrings later bought to match the necklace. Even if the spoiling was being enjoyed, it did not mean that he needed to spend money on you. You were already living with him. And the special dinners were more than enough. But nothing was better than the time spent with him. No amount of material things could amount to the companionship with Mycroft.
Mycroft helped you find work. Everything was finally coming together. You were finally able to settle and now you could call this place home.
Caring / Chapter 6 Mycroft x reader“Aris Fletcher. Married. Two kids. And we were so close this time..” Lestrade mumbled, eyes locked on the body bag that was being escorted away from the scene.Caring / Chapter 6 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock crossed his arms over his chest, quietly scanning over the area where they found her. It was such a busy place he was surprised no one had seen a stabbed woman being dragged into a building and tucked away in one of the empty rooms.
Lestrade had received the note earlier that day. It said, “Cold and alone, far away from home. And yet, I like it here. My view is wonderful of the eye that goes round and round, that never stops until we're done.”
Even Lestrade knew the general area of which this woman was left. Everyone was sent off into groups, each taking a section of area to find the wounded female. But it was when Mycroft called Sherlock with his intel that the man yanked Lestrade by his shoulder and dragged him to commercial building that was being renovated.
She was found alive, but it
Caring / Chapter 10 Mycroft x readerThis is it. This is happening. Your first official and very real date with Mycroft. Usually with first dates, you wouldn't be as nervous and excited as you are now. None of those dates were the same. This dinner with Mycroft was special. Why? You are already in love him unlike the men of the past.Caring / Chapter 10 Mycroft x reader in General Fiction More Like This
No awkward questions to get to know each other. No weird silent periods. Don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself while eating. None of the original rules that apply will matter because it was Mycroft and you.
Currently, you were in Sherlock's room after kicking him out, anxiously tugging at different ends of the dress. Your heels sat at the end of the bed becoming a little more daunting after each time you passed the shoes while pacing. You had left your (h/c) hair down with only a small pin in to hold some of the hair back. You applied a very neutral eye-makeup and wore a light shade of lipstick. The dress was simple, which kept you thinking that maybe it was too simple and Mycroft w
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Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
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The dark haired detective took a cab and told the driver to let him out in front of Scotland Yard. The traffic was not so terrific and they only moved forward slowly. Sherlock didn't mind, as he was in no hurry to get there. Right now he had to process his problem. It wasn't so much a problem, but more like a puzzle which he didn't know the correct solution to. Sherlock couldn't rely on his brain and his body had betrayed him. He looked out of the window, not really seeing the city pass by him. His train of thoughts always came back to the feeling of kissing John, his warm lips and ragged breath, his dilated pupils. Of course Sherlock had noticed all of this, even though his brain hadn't worked perfectly and hadn't been as fast as usual. He knew that John had liked the kiss and that he was attracted to Sherlock. Quite certainly did he want to kiss Sherlock again and for the consulting detective it wasn't any different. But he didn't know wh
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A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kissed a few people, back in his college days, but he had always felt disgusted by their saliva mingling with his own.
John was different, his exception. Sherlock had found himself touching John whenever he could without being too obvious. John had been more observant than he usually was, catching Sherlock staring at him out of the corner of his e
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John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
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Sherlock gasped in surprise at John's unexpected reaction. The consulting detective knew that John had liked, no had found the kiss arousing. Not only because of the delicious noises he had made, but also because of his dilated pupils. John slid his tongue over Sherlock's teeth, trying to get the candy back. Sherlock moved his hand from John's cheek to his shoulder in order to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out under him. His heart raced at a rapid speed and he couldn't think clearly anymore, partly because of the lack of oxygen and partly because of his proximity to John.
The other mans tongue skimmed over his and Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth further. John pulled away slowly, leaving Sherlock panting and gasping for breath. A satisfied smirk appeared on Johns wet lips. Sherlock hadn't noticed in the passion of their kiss, that his doctor had taken his candy back.
"Let's call it a tie" Sherlock nodded weakly bef
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The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat.
Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then ask him to buy him some.
An hour had passed when he heard John coming upstairs, and he bent his head a little when the door opened so that he could look at John.
"John could you get me some nicotine patches?" he saw John's mouth twitch. Maybe he should have texted him after all, but his mobile was in his coat. It never crossed his mind to go a
On a rainy day - MystradeThe small café was full of people, as it was pouring outside. Lestrade was one of them. He hadn't expected it to rain today, so now he sat by the window and waited for it to pass by. He had no money for a cab either, just enough to buy a coffee. He sighed. It didn't look as if the rain would stop anytime soon. It was a twenty minute walk home. Well, there no helping it. Lestrade could either stay in the café for the next few hours or endure twenty minutes in the rain. Just as Lestrade was about to step outside the door, his phone went off. He looked at the text message and a small smile crept on his lips.On a rainy day - Mystrade in Romance More Like This
Are you intending to walk home in this weather? It's rather unpleasant.
Are you observing me?
Yes, of course I am. Care to answer my question?
Don't have a choice. No umbrella, no money.
I could provide you with both if you want me to.
Only need the former.
Instead of a reply a black car pulled up nearby and a man in a bla
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The two brothers sat at a square table, facing John's way and waiting for him to resume walking. Sherlock raised a questioning eyebrow, knowing perfectly well why John had stopped dead in his track. It couldn't mean any good for him when Sherlock invited Mycroft to dinner. Of his own volition. No, that definitely didn't mean any good. And dear good! Sherlock wore his purple shirt and was it John's imagination or did it seem even tighter than usual? The buttons looked as if they would give up their purpose any moment now. Barely holding it together, threatening to rip open with every breath Sherlock took.
Kissing Sherlock in public over dinner wouldn't be overly embarrassing for John. No one would know him. Sherlock must have known this and that's why invited Mycroft as well. The consulting detective knew that John would try his hardest in front of the older Holmes to remain a poker face while Sherlock wo
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After what had happened at the crime scene, John was mad at Sherlock and wouldn't stop ranting about it the whole cab ride home. The cabbie had glanced back through the mirror a few times, obviously feeling uneasy with them almost yelling at each other, but John hadn't really cared. They had kissed in public and now everyone was certain that John was gay. At least they had only assumed so before that particular scene Scotland Yard had the pleasure to live by.
Well, John obviously was not gay. The only thing he was, was insane. That was the only explanation for him falling in love with a high functioning sociopath. He had to be completely and utterly out of his mind to have let something like that happen.
John leaned back in his favorite armchair and sighed. It was no use to cry over spilled milk. Best to just drink a nice cuppa and simply accept it. He checked the time. Still half an hour left until he was going to meet with She
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The text message John had send Sherlock was an unspoken offer to end their game if Sherlock wanted to. The possibility of asking him in person had frightened John, so he had taken the cowardly solution of writing a text message. Then Sherlock could either decide to ignore it and don't buy milk or he could do so and buy nicotine patches as well. John was sure that Sherlock would figure out what he actually meant. It wouldn't mean for Sherlock to lose if he bought them, it was an offer of John that he would forfeit if Sherlock didn't want to continue their game anymore. John would rather forego kissing Sherlock than to endanger their friendship with his unnecessary feelings and lose his best friend in the progress. Maybe this was all still a game for Sherlock, but for him it was not. Sure, John wanted to continue it, but then he would want even more. He already did. And that was dangerous, because he was sure that Sherlock wasn't willing to off
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: Nightmares 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
BBC Sherlock: In Bed"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy.BBC Sherlock: In Bed in Humor More Like This
John rolled his eyes.
"No, you're not. You've just got a cold," he explained patiently, pointing his finger at Sherlock to show who was to blame for the whole situation. "I told you not to run around the flat barefooted and only in your dressing gown!"
Sherlock sneezed loudly three times in a row and then huffed with annoyance.
"My head is pounding, I can't think!" He protested while wrinkling his nose in indignation.
John sighed heavily.
"No wonder, you have a high fever. Just stay in bed and wait till the medicines I gave you will kick in."
"I won't, staying in bed is boring!" Sherlock stated defiantly, sat up and folded his arms on his chest.
"Sherlock, lie down!" A note of warning could be heard in John's voice. He used that tone to his most problematic patients at the hospital.
"No!" Holmes pouted like a stubborn child, ostentatiously not looking at John.
"Lie. Down." John repeated more force
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 Problem 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
BBC Sherlock: Eight days a weekJust an ordinary morning like many before. Sherlock was sprawled on the couch in his dressing gown, browsing through the newspaper and John was bustling about the kitchen, making breakfast for both of them. He was convinced that if he left Sherlock in charge of his own nourishment, the man would simply die of starvation. A bit not good for the world and for John, so he accepted grudgingly the role of the detective's dietician.BBC Sherlock: Eight days a week in Romance More Like This
Something was different that day, though. A characteristic melody came in through the slightly opened kitchen window, breaking the silence that normally permeated the flat at this hour. One of the neighbours was listening loudly to the radio while tinkering with his car.
John smiled to himself, putting the kettle on. He recognised the song immediately, even though it wasn't in English. He had heard it so many times that he knew the lyrics by heart. John didn't plan this, he just started to sing along casually.
"Au soleil, sous la pluie, ŕ midi ou ŕ minuit, il
BBC Sherlock: W kinieO Sherlocku Holmesie można było powiedzieć wiele rzeczy, ale na pewno nie to, że jest ekspertem w dziedzinie miłości i randkowania. Obszar ten wciąż pozostawał dla niego niezgłębioną tajemnicą, mimo że jakiś czas temu jego przyjaźń z doktorem Watsonem przemieniła się w coś więcej. Sherlock, jak zawsze w momentach niedostatku własnej wiedzy, konsultował się z ekspertem. Tym razem, papierowym. Detektyw leżał rozwalony leniwie na kanapie i z uwagą studiował nowy numer Bravo Girl". Przeglądanie tego typu pisemek stało się jego nowym hobby, ku wielkiej rozpaczy Johna. Zwykle bowiem padał ofiarą tyleż romantycznych, co ekscentrycznych eksperymentów Sherlocka zainspirowanych miłosnymi poradami dla nastolatek.BBC Sherlock: W kinie in Romance More Like This
Tematem numer jeden obecnego wydania magazynu było podbijanie serca wybranka. Co ciekawe, wed
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
BBC Sherlock: Something to talk aboutSix o'clock in the morning, Saturday. A call from Lestrade. Yes, a case, come to Scotland Yard at once.BBC Sherlock: Something to talk about in Romance More Like This
Sherlock hung up with excitement, John just groaned plaintively. Friday was hellish at the hospital and he definitely could use some rest. Watson was determined to sleep through the whole morning, no matter what. Sherlock didn't waste any time, though. He sprang out of the bed, already wide awake, and delved into his wardrobe, preparing clothes for today.
"Come on, John! Don't dawdle! The adventure awaits!" Sherlock urged him in an upbeat tone.
John covered his head with a duvet, mumbling something incoherently about the place where Sherlock could put this adventure right now and how deep. The detective rolled his eyes.
"John, you are perfectly aware that I won't back off. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," he said adamantly, folding his arms across his chest. "After all, I'm completely lost without my blogger..." He added in a kinder voice, shamelessly butter
BBC Sherlock AU: BohemienParis is indeed splendid. Doctor John Watson thought to himself as he was strolling on a boulevard right next to the Seine. Weather was certainly more pleasant here than in England all sunny, with occasional white cloud puffs blowing across the blue sky.BBC Sherlock AU: Bohemien in Romance More Like This
John was really glad that he had accepted an invitation to a medical conference, which took place in the capital of France two days ago, and decided to stay in the city for a whole week. A well-deserved vacation, he repeated inwardly with satisfaction. And the hotel was just marvellous.
He glanced mildly intrigued at bookstalls lined up on both sides of the path, but he brought himself to heel and averted his gaze. He wasn't here to browse through musty novels, his purpose was far more important. Or so he hoped, filled with doubt.
It was still relatively early, so the gas lanterns weren't lit. John, however, wished that the darkness could come and engulf him, hiding from prying eyes of other people. As a doctor and a gent
BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of YouOctober 31, Halloween. Just another day, another empty date in the calendar. All days were the same since Sherlock had died. John woke up, took a shower, went to work, returned from work, sat idly while staring blankly at the wall, took shower again, went to bed. Stuck in a loop. Dull, tedious, predictable, unbearable.BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of You in Drama More Like This
The stupor and ennui weren't all that bad, though. They helped John to distance himself, to switch his mind off, not to think about what he had lost and how hollow, how broken he felt. Nothing could change his miserable state. His friends' efforts to help him move on were all in vain. John noticed the grinning jack-o'-lantern that Mrs Hudson had put on the table in the faint hope to cheer him up, but the doctor didn't care. Not anymore. He closed his eyes slowly, sinking in Sherlock's armchair. Oh God, how he missed him...
He still could hear Sherlock in his head. The man's deep voice, magnetic eyes, distracting cheekbones, his lean figure, his dark, curly hair
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Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
Sherlock Chatroom *continuation from number 2*Sherlock Chatroom *continuation from number 2* in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
Jim has logged on.
‘MYCROFT! JIM! IT’S HAPPENED AGAIN! – YN’
‘WHAT?! DID SEBBY FALL DOWN THE STAIRS AGAIN?! – Jim’
‘NO WORSE! – YN’
‘WHO DIED?! – Mycroft’
‘Why do you always assume someone died? – YN’
‘No reason – Mycroft’
‘What happened?! – Jim’
‘SOMEONE LEFT ANOTHER GOLD FISH ON MY DOOR STEP! – YN’
‘MYCROFT GODDAMIT DIDN’T YOU LEARN YOUR LESSON?! – Jim’
‘I DIDN’T DO IT! I’M IN AMERICA! – Mycroft’
‘SERIOUSLY WHO IS LEAVING FISH ON MY DOORSTEP IT’S FREAKING ME OUT?! – YN’
Sebastian has logged on.
‘TIGER GET TO (Y/N)’S FLAT BRING A GUN! – Jim’
‘WHY WHO DIED?! – Sebastian’
‘NO ONE DIED! – YN’
‘Oh thank god – Sebastian’
‘Remember how I tol
Sherlock Chatroom *BONUS 2* (SebastianXReader)Sherlock Chatroom *BONUS 2* (SebastianXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
Mycroft has logged on.
Sebastian has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
‘Why is (Y/n) screaming from her room? – Sebastian’
‘No idea – Mary’
(Y/n) has logged on.
‘FUCKING FINALLY!! – YN’
‘What happened love? – Sebastian’
(Y/n) has been disconnected.
‘Wonder what happened? – Mycroft’
‘She’s throwing stuff – Sebastian’
Jim has logged on.
‘My sister is scaring me what happened?! – Jim’
‘No idea boss – Sebastian’
(Y/n) has logged on.
‘AHH JIM I HATE YOU! – YN’
‘WHAT DID I DO?! – Jim’
‘STOP DOWNLOADING……… - YN’
(Y/n) has been disconnected.
‘AHH – Sebastian’
‘Sebby? – Jim’
‘JIM ALL THE SHIT YOU DOWNLOAD IS FUCKING UP THE WI-FI! – Sebastian’
‘BLAME THE INTERNET COMPANY!! – Jim’
‘I BLAME YOU! – Sebas
Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S)You sat beside Martin reading over the script for the last episode of Sherlock season 2.Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S) in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey Martin” You said looking over at him.
“Yes?” Martin replied putting down his script.
“How pissed would Andrew be if I slap-cam’d him?” You asked smirking slightly.
“I have no idea” Martin shrugged.
“I need your assistance!” You grinned standing up. Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. The two of you planned where and when to slap cam Andrew and went out to buy some whipped cream and a pie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You looked at Martin who nodded.
“Definitely” Martin replied holding the cream pie in his hand.
“Ok then is Mark in position?” You asked. Martin looked over at Mark Gatiss and saw him standing there holding up your phone.
“He’s either waiting for us or playing Angry Birds” Martin nodded.
“Ok then…..There they are!” You smirked pointing
T1000 (LestradeXReader)T1000 (LestradeXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
You were walking home one evening when you noticed something in the alley. Getting closer you saw it was a body which had been stabbed. You gasped and called your boyfriend DI Lestrade to inform him.
“Hello?” Lestrade purred into the phone.
“Greg it’s (Y/n) listen I just found a body in an alley!” You replied quickly.
“I’M ON MY WAY!” Lestrade shrieked before stumbling out of the bar he was in. After half an hour you still saw no sign of Lestrade so you called him again.
“Hello?” Lestrade answered.
“Where are you?!” You demanded.
“In a pet shop” Lestrade replied picking up two bunnies.
“Why are you in a pet shop?!” You asked face-palming.
“I’m getting a bunny” Lestrade replied stepping out of the broken window in the pet shop.
“Greg all the shops are closed” You said.
“I walked through the window……I SHALL NAME THEM SARAH AND JOHN CONNOR!
Movie night (LestradeXReader)Movie night (LestradeXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
Greg mentally sighed as you put on another episode of Torchwood and braced himself for boredom. You meanwhile leant into Greg’s side as the episode played. When it was over Greg thanked god and got up before going into the kitchen.
“What’d you think of it?” You asked him when he came back with two glasses of wine.
“Not my cup of tea” Greg shrugged sitting back down.
“Damit Greg do you like anything?” You groaned.
“Terminator was good” Greg replied.
“Is that the one with the cop?” You questioned sipping your wine.
“No it’s the one where the guy goes back to the future to kill Sarah Conner. You’re thinking of Robocop” Greg shook his head.
“Nope never seen it” You said. Greg stared at you in disbelief for a moment before he left the room and came back with Terminator.
“You’ll love this” Greg insisted putting the film in before sitting back beside you. After the fil
Annoying Martin (Andrew ScottXReader)Annoying Martin (Andrew ScottXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
You were walking back to your hotel room which you were sharing with Andrew carrying a pizza and bottle of wine. When you got to the door you rolled your eyes when you saw that your brother Martin’s room was next door. Once you got the door open you saw the room was empty then you heard the shower running. You set the food and drinks down before lounging lazily on the bed.
“Martin if that’s you get out now!” Andrew said from the bathroom.
“Guess again!” You replied.
“Benedict get the hell out!” Andrew huffed.
“You’re an idiot” You rolled your eyes as he left the bathroom with a towel around his waist and one in his hand drying his hair.
“Yes but I’m your idiot” Andrew said bending down to give you a quick kiss.
“Why did you think it was Martin?” You asked curiously.
“He was here about half an hour ago threatening me” Andrew shrugged pulling on some boxers.
“What did you do
Mans best friend? (Sebastian MoranXReader)Mans best friend? (Sebastian MoranXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
It was Saturday afternoon and you were sitting in your boyfriends flat with your legs draped over his watching TV. Just as the next episode of Doctor Who started there was a knock at the door. Sebastian glanced at the door and stood up before grabbing his gun. He went to the door and put the gun behind his back as he opened the door. The last thing he expected was a Labrador to bound into the flat happily.
“What the hell?” Sebastian said aloud before he saw his neighbour on the other side.
“Sorry about this Moran but I need someone to watch him till Tuesday” His neighbour said hurriedly. Sebastian was about to tell her know when he saw you petting the dog grinning.
“Fine I’ll watch it” Sebastian sighed.
“Great here’s his food and lead he’ll sleep anywhere thanks Moran!” His neighbour said before hurrying off. Sebastian bought the stuff in before he closed the door.
“Aww he’s so cute!” You awed patting t
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Andrew stirred from his sleep when he felt a soft pressure on his head. He glanced behind him and saw you leaning on your side running your hand through his hair.
“Why are you watching me?” Andrew asked cautiously.
“Your hair is so soft” You replied.
“Stop touching me” Andrew scowled.
“Nooooo your hair is so touchable and adorable messy” You whined still running your fingers through his hair. Andrew pulled the covers over his head creating a cocoon for himself free of you touching his hair.
“Andrew!” You groaned.
“Andrew come on” You said trying to get the covers off him. Andrew kept a firm grip on the duvet and felt you lay down across him.
“Get off me” Andrew said.
“No” You mumbled into the mattress. Andrew tried to push you off him and damned his tiredness when he couldn’t.
“Damn I’m too lazy” Andrew muttered.
“Let me play with your hair and
Sherlock Chatroom 3 (MoriartyXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 3 (MoriartyXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has created a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
‘Hello Watsons! – YN’
‘(Y/n)! It’s been forever! – Mary’
‘You saw her yesterday – John’
‘Shut up John – YN’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Ok who broke my brother? – Sherlock’
‘Broke how? – John’
‘He’s sulking – Sherlock’
‘He asked me out – YN’
‘Did you say yes? – Mary’
‘No. I let him down as easy I said his ego should be enough satisfaction for him – YN’
‘Lol – John’
‘That’s cruel – Sherlock’
‘Well I don’t like him like that. Sure he’s hot but I like someone else – YN’
Greg has logged on.
‘Hey Greggy – YN’
‘Don’t – Greg’
‘Aww why? – YN’
‘Is Greg the one you blew Mycroft off for? – Mary’
Avengers Chatroom (AvengersXReader)(Y/n) has logged on.Avengers Chatroom (AvengersXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
Tony has logged on.
‘Hello darling – Tony’
‘Don’t call me that – YN’
‘You know you like it ;D – Tony’
Thor has logged on.
‘HELLO BROTHER ANTHONY AND SISTER (Y/N)! – Thor’
‘Thor sweetie we’ve spoken about this. Lower case letters – YN’
‘Sorry – Thor’
‘Hey how come he gets a nickname? – Tony’
‘Ok I’ll give you one – YN’
‘Yay! – Tony’
Clint has logged on.
Natasha has logged on.
‘Hey Clintasha – Tony’
‘I will hunt you down and kill you – Natasha’
‘I ship it – YN’
‘So do I – Clint’
‘CLINT! – Natasha’
‘Sorry :/ - Clint’
‘Hello brother Barton and sister Widow – Thor’
‘Hey big guy – Clint’
‘Hello Thor – Natasha’
Steve has logged on.
Blame The BoozeLestrade had invited us to a small pub for a night out to 'relieve the stress' as he put it with a few other men from the yard. I was about to object but John had cut in and said that we were going because he needed a night off and, probably to annoy me further, Lestrade had invited Mycroft as well. So now I sat on a barstool watching everyone else get drunk and I had made a curious discovery. Everyone acted in a different way when they were drunk, sometimes the complete opposite to their normal personalities. Lestrade was sat at a table next to Sally and I had categorised them as the 'sad drunks'.Blame The Booze in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't deserve this job!" wailed Lestrade, his head in his folded arms with a hand holding onto a half drunk pint. "Give it to Sherlock, he practically does it anyways!"
"If you do that he'll be my boss and I'll have to listen to more of his insults!" cried Sally, before taking another large sip of her red wine. "Last time he said that I had a moustache. A moustache! I do not have a mousta
A Small Problem 10Five minutes later we were all chatting excitedly with one another, slowly consuming our Chinese food. We just couldn't believe it. We were finally going to 'grow up', but I had this nagging voice in the back of my mind saying, 'call yourself a consulting detective, you haven't even figured out who did this!'. I had a few theories but I kept loosing track whenever Mycroft or Greg asked me a question or when John leans in to give me a peck on the cheek.A Small Problem 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The first thing that I will do when I 'grow up'," started Greg, lifting his fingers to show the verbal quotation marks "is have an ice cold beer."
"Correction. That will be the second thing you carry out." Mycroft whispered into the inspector's ear. I just rolled my eyes and averted my attention to John who was sat to my left, fumbling with his chopsticks.
"So," I asked John, helping him with the chopsticks. "What's the first thing you'll do when you return to your previous self?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas " John prompt
A Small ProblemSherlock was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, fingers poised under his chin in his usual prayer-like state. I was trying to fix the television that Sherlock had partially dismantled and attempted to put back together but failed miserably. Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat up on the couch, glaring at John with mild annoyance (mild, as it was Sherlock's fault after all that the doctor was now being ridiculously loud). I continued to work slightly quieter after seeing Sherlock's look. That was when we heard knock at the door, at least I heard it, Sherlock didn't seem to acknowledge it. The television on my lap started to make a slight hissing sound. Damn.A Small Problem in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sherlock?" The door was knocked again.
"Could you get that?"
"Let Mrs Hudson--"
"Mrs Hudson is out" I cut off, starting to get annoyed. "Could you get the door?"
Sherlock stood (or rather lay) his ground on the couch, not moving an inch. The door knocked again, louder and more impatient this time. I finally gave up and lif
A Small Problem 3I was sat on my chair with my laptop, bored out of my skull because Sherlock had ran off to Scotland Yard as Lestrade said he needed Sherlock's help. Well obviously they need help, they always do. I wonder sometimes how the hell they can find the toilet without a map and compass. I was also extremely bored because Sherlock had asked Mrs Hudson to 'babysit' me. Her reaction to it all was quite funny, she looked like she was about to faint and scream at the same time when she saw me. But Sherlock, the great actor he is, simply explained that it was temporary and I was going to be fine. I pray to god he is right.A Small Problem 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't see why he bothered about the whole babysitting thing anyway, maybe to prevent me from following him or something. Or to keep me safe, which doesn't make any sense. I was in the army, I can take care of myself just fine. Unless he is worried about me. The truth was that I was bored. Bored bored bored! Now I know why Sherlock takes it out on the wall so much.
It was a few
A Small Problem 8It didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward, it felt, well, normal. It was almost relaxing in itself. I watched John sleep, taking in every detail, his breathing, his face, his movements. During the night we both had shifted and John had ended up lying almost completely on top of me, his head resting on my chest and his hand holding on to my shirt. After last night's game Mycroft and Greg had retired early to John's room so John and I had both decided that we would share my bed, even though I did at first offer to take the sofa.A Small Problem 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked so peaceful and somewhat vulnerable as he slept, though that might just be down to his size. It was like I was seeing my friend in a new light. In this moment he wasn't the good doctor and brave soldier that I was used to, no, here he was this beautiful person who I had the great fortune to live with, to watch and observe, and to call my friend. Nothing else mattered in this moment. It was all John.
I lifted my hand and hovered it over John's head, wonder
A Small Problem 7It was still only mid afternoon and the weather had gotten warmer so John suggested that we all go out which I had no object to. Greg was still a bit cautious but he came along anyway, not pleased with the idea of being left in the flat with only Mrs Hudson as company. We steadily made our way back to the park where John and I sat and talked before we were interrupted. Mycroft annoyingly thought it was his responsibility to hold my hand as we crossed the street, much to John and Greg's amusement.A Small Problem 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I am a big boy you know and I can cross a road by my self." I said, swiping my hand out of Mycroft's grasp. I turned to John but turned back when I heard Greg snicker at something inaudible Mycroft had said, no doubt about my moods or my age. The smile on his face faded as I glared at them both but Mycroft just cocked an eyebrow and smiled his fake smile in that annoying way that makes him seem superior to anything.
"Sherlock?" I tuned to John again. He was tugging at his sleeves and looked a
A Small Problem 5It's been over a week and Mycroft still hasn't told me anything about how he plans to get John back to his normal self. It's getting frustrating.A Small Problem 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
John was sitting on the couch reading yet another book when I came into our living room after clearing up a small murder that Lestrade had asked me to waste me time with. I hated the fact that he was confined to the flat. John was like a bird, he can't be caged up all his life, he needs to be set free once and a while. He looked up from his book as I slumped into me chair and gave me a weak smile. "That was quick" he said plainly.
"That was boring" I grumbled, running a hand through my hair. Solving cases, even the small ones, seemed to lack interest without John. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked tentatively, already knowing the answer. John put his book down on the arm of the couch and glanced out the window before looking back at me.
"I want to go out, Sherlock. I want to solve cases with you, I want to take a walk through the park, he
A Small Problem 4"Come on, I know I can do this!"A Small Problem 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Give it up John, you've been at it for almost 12 minutes now"
"And I'll gladly keep at it for another 12"
"If you must, just don't hit the coffee table this time"
Sherlock was draped over his armchair regarding me curiously as I braced myself for yet another cartwheel. All my previous attempts had failed miserably and ended up with me having a sore ass. I threw myself forward, left hand hitting the floor first, closely followed by my right. My right leg landed then my left. I looked down and found that I was upright.
"YES!" I yelled in victory "I knew I could do it!"
"Congratulations John, including the hand-stands you accomplished before breakfast you've achieved two new skills and it's not even lunch."
"What else am I supposed to do?" I said, hopping onto the couch. "It's not like I can go out"
Sherlock got up from his seat and looked out of the window. "Why would you want to go out there? It's boring. Nothing remotely interesting, apart from the occ
A Small Problem 6It has been 2 days since Sherlock took the serum and he looks like he is already regretting it. As I lie on the sofa reading, or trying to read, Sherlock is pacing the floors of our living room, intent on wearing a hole right through it.A Small Problem 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Bored yet?" I ask over the top of my book, now long forgotten.
He stopped his excessive pacing and gave me a glare. I knew he was bored. Of course he would be. It's inevitable. If Sherlock never got bored I think I would have to warn Gatwick to watch out for the pigs that might fly into the plane engines. He then gave out a sigh and his expression softened slightly.
"I'm sorry John. For keeping you shut out from the world for so long. I now know what it's like and I now know what to do to beat this boredom."
I sat up and discarded my book completely. I watched him pick up his scarf and a coat he 'borrowed' from Mrs Hudson, from the chair in the kitchen and make his way to the door. "Where are you going?" I asked, rising from the couch.
"Out, and you'r
A Small Problem 9After what felt like hours of driving through London and the country lanes we finally came to a large iron gate. It wasn't over exaggerated like the ones you see in films but as we drove closer it seemed to open from it's own accord. It took us another 15 minutes to reach the mansion itself. It made we wonder, that if Sherlock's family was this rich, why was he renting a flat in London? I pushed that thought aside for I was too busy being stunned by the sight that was the Holmes family mansion. Greg and I stared in awe as we made our way up the driveway.A Small Problem 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again it wasn't over exaggerated with gargoyles or intricate carvings on the stones, it was large yes but the simplicity of it gave it much more beauty. The grey marble stones looked white against the murky English sky and the windows glinted with the little light that was allowed passage through the cloud's barriers.
We swiftly got out of the car and made our way inside, careful to wipe our feet and I made a mental note to not touch a