#john watson x reader

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She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)

summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet genre: fluff p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.

number one: during 'the blind banker'

you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.

"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.

Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"

"how are you so sure?" John asked

Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.

"maybe they changed it." John said.

"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.

"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later

"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said

"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.

"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.

"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked

"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.

"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.

after she left you came out of his arms.

"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.

"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.

"uh-huh" you said

number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'

"punch me in the face" Sherlock said

"punch you?" John said

"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"

"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says

"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.

"i always wanted to do that" you joke

"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.

"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.

after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.

"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile

"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off

"she is my girlfriend" he says

"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.

"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered

"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile

number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)

"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.

"hello, what's the problem?" the man said

"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says

"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along

"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.

"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"

you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.

"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.

"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.

number four: the real confession

"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.

"yes?"

"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.

"ok, what is it?"

"will you....can you....oh god!"

"Sher, just say it. its okay."

"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"

"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow

"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says

"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.

"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue

"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects

"what?" now you were really confused

"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."

he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.

"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"

"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly

Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.

"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"

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Cat's Out of the Bag | Moriarty the Patriot

Summary: It looks like you've been rudely interrupted mid kiss with your (secret) lover. Suffice to say the situation is quite awkward...

Content: SFW. Sherlock being Sherlock. Jokes about some characters reading too much into the situation but there is no mature content going on. Please don't tag this as anything but SFW!

Characters: Sherlock, Louis, John

Notes: Let me kiss them on the foreheads please 🥺

Sherlock Holmes

Well, this is certainly surprising. Mycroft didn't suspect that his routine "wellness check" (code for his surprise paintball gun fights) would end up with him walking on his brother sharing kisses with a lady

(He was sure he told him to beware of women once...)

And really, in the living room of the flat for anyone to walk in on! It was as if Sherlock would show no shame in being caught (true)

But...Mycroft didn't remember any woman catching his little brother's eye. It seems that this was a well-kept secret indeed

"Sherly, if you are going to show your affections to a woman, there are appropriate places to do so. Out in the middle of the sitting room with the door unlocked is not one of them."

"What do you want?" Sherlock hissed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Why do you always have to show up at the most inopportune times?!"

"Because I care for you, Sherly," Mycroft answered with a smile. Then his gaze drifted over to you, your cheeks growing pink. "My apologies for not properly introducing myself. You may call me Mycroft. I am Sherly’s elder brother."

"No one asked, now get out," Sherlock huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "You've spoiled the mood."

"Why didn't you inform me that you had a lover? You'll be needing all the advice I can spare if this relationship is to be maintained. Besides, do you even know basic biology?" Mycroft sighed, shaking his head. "You have a terrible habit of only absorbing information that interests you. It's to be assumed that you have no inclination of the topic of se–"

"All right, that's enough!" Sherlock exclaimed, leaping out of his seat and pushing his brother towards the door. "Please, my dear, darling older brother, do not come back without an invitation. Bye!"

And before Mycroft could formulate a witty response, the door was promptly shut in his face, locked with a key for good measure.

"...Sherlock?"

"Don't mind him. He's always this irritating." Sherlock huffed, returning to his spot beside you on the sofa. "I'm sorry if his visit resulted in embarrassment for you. Now you can imagine what I have to go through on a regular basis."

"Pesky older brothers," you laughed. "I suppose it's fortunate I don't have one of my own."

"Truly. If you did, I have a feeling that they'd be grilling me on my reasons for courting you. I don't need any more sibling drama than I have now."

"Well, at least he's gone now, right?"

"And hopefully he won't be back for a long while."

"I'm guessing his display just now is the reason you didn't tell him that we're together?"

"Precisely. Now, I'm afraid we'll have to be careful about him barging in again. He can be quite stubborn in that regard."

"It'll be alright," you said, placing your hand atop Sherlock's. "At least now we know what to expect."

"Well, next time he can 'expect' the nearest object being tossed at his head."

Even Sherlock gets so embarrassed you thought, smiling when you noticed the red tips of his ears. 

“You’re blushing,” you said, unable to resist the urge to tease him. It wasn’t often Sherlock got so flustered, after all.

“I am not.”

“You do realize that you scratch the back of your neck when you’re lying, right?”

Sherlock tsked, playfully rolling his eyes before pulling you into his arms. “You’ve picked up on too many of my tactics. You’ll pay for this!” Your laughter echoed throughout the flat as Sherlock tickled you mercilessly until you confessed to your ‘crime’.

However, a few kisses of recompense bribed your way out of a guilty sentence. Maybe that favoritism made Sherlock guilty, too, but he wasn’t opposed to the two of you being partners in crime. 

Louis Moriarty

Well, well, well. Who knew sweet and innocent Louis would be caught with lipstick stains on his face?

Moran knew he shouldn't be so delighted at the sight in front of him, but it was almost like...he was seeing a little brother become a man

Besides, Moran didn't count on any of the brothers having a secret relationship. To say this was a surprise was an understatement. Perhaps the others would like to know…

"Sorry, Louis. Was I interrupting something?" Sebastian asked, unable to hide his toothy grin.

"Just what on earth are you doing entering the room without knocking?!!" Louis' glasses weren't enough to hide the blush creeping on his face which grew more and more noticeable by the minute.

"Didn't think you'd be so busy," Moran replied, wriggling an eyebrow. "The evidence of the crime is all over you."

"There was nothing indecent going on here!" Louis his face in his hands, internally plotting a million ways to get rid of Moran without arousing suspicion.

"You shouldn't have to say so if that were the case."

"Moran!!!"

"Okay you two, calm down, all right?" you sighed, trying to salvage the last bit of decency between you and Louis. "If Moran came in here, he probably needs something from us. What can we help you with?”

"Well, I was just dropping by to say that the last mission we discussed is still on. William's already moving forward with the plan. However, if you also need me to get the manor empty for a while, let me know. I can pull a few strings."

"Whenever you speak with William again,” you said through gritted teeth, “can you ask him to teach me how to get away with murder?"

"Oh, that's quite a specific request. Care to elaborate?"

"I'll elaborate when I put you six feet below the ground, Sebastian."

Moran put his hands up in the air in surrender, though the grin never left his face. "I was just joking around. Besides, if Louis gets this embarrassed just kissing you, there's no way he'd be able to–"

Moran jumped as a knife whizzed past him and embedded itself into the wall.

"If you get so caught off guard just by running your mouth, there's no way you'd be prepared for a surprise attack by an enemy."

"Aaand would you look at that, it's half past tea time! Better go help the others with the details of the plan."

You didn't think you'd ever seen Moran run out of a room so quickly.

"Louis, please don't threaten him. I know he's an idiot sometimes but..."

"Nevermind him. Shall we continue where we left off?"

You blinked, taken aback by Louis' sudden boldness. "O-Oh. You...want another kiss?"

Louis' lips turned upwards in a wicked grin. "Put them where your lipstick will be visible. I want Moran to remember how he barely escaped this situation with his life."

John Watson

Oh, uh…huh. Sherlock didn’t think twice about bursting into his dear friend’s room to excitedly inform him of the success of his new experiment and ended up…well…seeing John mid kiss with a woman he’d never met before

He couldn’t help but stare slack-jawed, completely oblivious to the mortified expressions of his companion and “friend”

But Sherlock had seen far stranger things, so he was able to quickly regain his composure and snap back to his usual self

“John, you should have told me you were going to have a lady friend over! I would have made sure to stay out of the flat for a while.”

“N-No,” John stammered, his tanned face flushing, “I wouldn’t make you leave so that…I…”

“It’s quite all right to want some privacy! Kissing someone is a very intimate affair after all, and I’m not about to ruin my dear Watson’s chances at romance!”

“I–”

“So, whaddya think of John?” Sherlock asked you with a wink. “He’s quite the catch, isn’t he?”

“Sherlock! I thought you just said you were going to give us some privacy…”

“Oh, I agree,” you replied, leaving John and Sherlock wide-eyed at your honest confession. “To be honest, I didn’t expect John to be so…good at his craft.” You winked back at Sherlock, the two of you exchanging smiles. It seems you were already well on your way to gaining the detective’s approval.

“[Name]!” John cried, burying his face in your shoulder. “Don’t start teasing me, too.”

“But you’re so cute when your face turns all red~” you laughed, lifting up his chin with a finger. “Besides, I can tell you like the fact that I take the lead in this relationship.”

Poor John was going to end up as red as a tomato if you and Sherlock kept on like this.

“Well, I’ll be going now. I’ll return in a couple of hours–got some detective work to do and all. Enjoy your kissing. Goodbye!”

As soon as the door clicked shut, John breathed out a ragged sigh. “I was not expecting all this attention today.”

“Shy are we?”

“Please, I don’t know how much more my poor heart can take.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around John’s neck. “I’m sorry. You’re just so cute when you’re like this.”

John pouted his lips, pulling you in closer by your waist. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying that.”

“Then say it.”

John’s eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, silently asking for your permission. You answered his question with a nod and smile, and soon enough, his lips were back on yours, bringing you to a state of unending bliss, whispering sweet nothings reserved just for you.

“Yes,” he said against your lips, unable to hide his smile, “you are quite adorable, darling.”

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↬|William|

He would most likely regret and feel guilty for his actions shortly after, realizing that he let his emotions get the better of him and hurt the person he loves. He would try to apologize and make up for his behavior, expressing remorse for his outburst and trying to make things right with his s/o. He might also feel embarrassed or ashamed of himself, feeling that he failed to control his emotions and acted out of character.

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↬|Albert|

He'd apologize *profusely*, and would be rather gentle afterwards, as in treating them more gently and softly, for fear of hurting them again. He'd also try and make it up to them, for his lash out, by buying them some kind of gift or giving them some form of praise so that they'd know he didn't really mean it.

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↬|Louis|

He would immediately feel guilty and regretful after lashing out on his s/o, realizing that he let his emotions get the best of him. He would start apologizing profusely, explaining that he didn't truly mean what he said and that he was just stressed and overwhelmed in the moment. He would feel ashamed and disappointed in himself for not being able to control his temper and hurting the person he loves. He would vow to make it up to them and to never let it happen again.

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↬|Sebastian|

When Sebastian lashes out at his S/O, he often does it because he's feeling frustrated, overwhelmed, and out of control. In the heat of the moment, he might say hurtful things to his S/O that he doesn't actually mean, but can't take back. He might raise his voice or get physical, especially if he's feeling threatened or cornered. After he's calmed down, Sebastian often feels guilty and remorseful for his actions, and tries to apologize to his S/O.

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↬|Sherlock|

He'd be so furious that he wouldn't even think straight. He'd probably shout and snap at them without thinking. Sherlock would be incredibly blunt and harsh with his words.  He'd likely say a lot of things he doesn't actually mean, because he isn't thinking about the things he's saying. Afterwards, he'd probably feel guilty or regretful for what he said, but he's too stubborn and proud to apologize right away.

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↬|John|

If John lashes out at his S/O, it would likely be out of frustration or anger. He might raise his voice, use hurtful words, or even make accusations that he doesn't truly mean. In the aftermath, John would feel immediate regret and guilt, as he would never want to cause his S/O pain. He would likely try to apologize, explain his reasons, and express remorse for his actions. He might also promise to be more mindful of his emotions in the future and work on controlling his temper.

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[herlock-olmes]

My Boys...

I have no excuse for this. This is just pure filth.

Warnings: Minors Do Not Interact, Smut, Threesome, Double Penetration, Breeding Kink If You Squint, Bottom Sherlock, Top John, Throuple

You let out a small cry as she felt both of them hit her sweet spot as she was practically sandwiched between Sherlock and John. The room was filled with all three of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Initially you were worried that you couldn't fit both of them inside you, but with enough foreplay, with them taking care of you at once. You had been able to get wet enough for both. Being stretched further than you could ever imagine, and it didn't hurt as much, saved for the slight pinch. You felt as if you were filled to the brink by both of these men. Both to whom you wanted to be together for the longest time.

You felt John's heavy breathing upon your sweaty back, his hands holding your hips as he nustled himself inside of you. Your walls squeezing him gently as he felt Sherlock’s own cock rubbed against his. Creating a source of pleasure for him, knowing it was both of you he was with. Your hands were on Sherlock’s exposed chest as he panted heavily, often little sounds with which you could swear were whimpers escaped his throat. His hips bucked upwards against you as he let his head fall back. It was overwhelming, especially considering he is still very inexperienced in this sort of field. Let alone with two people. But despite it, he couldn't help but be turned on, his erection throbbing against Johns as they both thrusted inside you.

You let out a loud cry as one thrusted in after the other. Creating harmony between the three of you. “John! S-sherlock…” you gasped out as you felt that knob in your abdomen start to tighten. “I know dear…” John whispered in your ear, as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, you could feel the droplets of sweat on his skin as he did that. The wet sounds started getting more loud as they quickened their pace, skin slapping against skin as Sherlock and you began moaning and letting out whimpers unapologetically, it was the lewdest thing you've ever heard.

Sherlock couldn't help himself as he began thrusting his hips upwards in a desperate attempt to chase his incoming orgasm, causing you to gasp and mewl as John let out groans as he felt Sherlock rub against him so ferociously. He let out the loudest whimpers you've ever heard escape him. Who knew Sherlock Holmes was so vocal in bed.

John slowly began to lean forward, pressing you closer to Sherlock and trapping you between the two, as he began thrusting harder, matching Sherlocks. The new position allows him to abuse that spot inside you deeper. Your head falls against Sherlocks shoulder as you keep moaning loudly. As John thrusted, he couldn't help but imagine for a brief moment your swollen stomach, and the fact that none of you will know who the father is. That thought was enough to drive him mad.

“Christ- fuck!” You heard John groan out as he halted for a moment, your eyes widened lightly as you heard Sherlock also cry out in pleasure. Soon, you felt warmth inside you where they're dicks rested, Your eyes rolled back as you felt it. The sensation was enough to get you off as you moaned both their names, you could feel both of their come slowly seep out of you, escaping from around their dicks. Sherlock grimaced a little as he felt it make its way down his balls and slowly onto the sheets. You laughed gently at this, your breathing still heavy and your heartbeat erratic.

Slowly John got off of you after a moment of basking in the afterglow and satisfaction. You felt him kiss your shoulder before he did so, allowing a small smile to form on your face. You slowly leaned down and placed a small kiss on Sherlock’s face, who was still laying there as he looked up at the ceiling. You felt the bed sink as John laid next to Sherlock with a sigh, you slowly followed suit. Laying in between them both as you all looked at the ceiling. Your bodies glistening with sweat from your passionate encounter.

You all laid there, allowing your breathing to normalize and your heartbeats to steady. You slowly turned your head to Sherlock, which he did as well as he felt your gaze on him. You both look at each other for a moment, and you could swear you see something in his eyes. Love, admiration? Probably both.

You couldn't help the small smile forming on your lips, he was so adorable sometimes. You leaned forward as you placed a kiss on his lips. You pulled back after a moment and you whispered gently, almost as if it was a secret only he and John could know. “I love you…”

You slowly turned to John, who was looking at you both as you gave him a kiss on the lips as well. “Both of you…”

“We love you too.” Sherlock and John said, a little out of sync, almost as if the other tired saying it first which caused you to laugh softly. You could feel Sherlock shift a little before his head is resting against yours, as his hand laid on your stomach. John followed soon after as he laid his head against your shoulder. You smile gently as you feel their love through their actions.

[rpreaperperson]

My Sweet Little Sister (Sherlock x sister!Reader) platonic

1.Arrival

but maybe there's a romantic scene between reader and some character

Masterlist

Treat me kaffein please?☕️

“say that again?” ask Sherlock talking with Mycroft through the phone

“She’s coming to your flat “

“you sure?”

“you doubting me brother of mine?”

“I find it hard to believe when she doesn't want any socialization and be away from Mum and Dad ...what time does she come?”

“in a minute she’ll be buzzing the bell on your door....Mummy says that she needs an...inspiration so to speak..”

“and she comes to me because she loved me most yes?” a smug face plastered against Sherlock's face, he could imagine Mycroft rolling his eyes

“Don't be ridiculous, I am her number one Brother” warns Mycroft annoyed, fiddling a leaf pin in his hand's birthday gift from a certain someone

“hmp..but she prefers to stay with me “Without waiting for Mycroft's reply Sherlock shut his phone and rushed into his room tidying up his messy bedroom. Making it look neater than usual he even vacuumed the dust in all of his room except the bathroom of course

John had just arrived after buying groceries and narrowed his eyebrow at Sherlock as he wanted to ask him ‘What the hell are you doing’ he gaps at him when the Detective took his experiment from the fridge and hid it somewhere inside his bedroom and dusted up the table

“Wh-what are you doing” snapped his head at John Sherlock just waving his hand around

“...cleaning, just put those down on the table John I’ll arrange it inside the fridge” answered him, then continued to his cleaning activities, flabbergasted John put the groceries down on the table

‘is he high?’

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Meanwhile, at the same time a young woman fidgeting her finger as she looks up at the ‘221B’ sign, with hesitance she pushes the bell

And Sherlock perk up

“Damn she’s come already” mutters him, John just raised his eyebrow mouthing 'who?'

“John would you mind making tea, I'm going to welcome my sister”

“yeah..fine...wait who sister?” Sherlock just ignored him as usual and rushed downstairs

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The door opened presenting your tall brother, you could see a speck of dust on his curly hair guessing he just doing some cleaning.

As your doe blue eyes look up at him smile at him timidly, cheeks redded at the sight of your brother it has been a long time since you met him anyway

“Sister..”

“B-brother Sherlock..”

[joanquill]

S/O Wearing Glasses Headcanons II

Sherlock Holmes, John H. Watson, and Billy the Kid

A/N: William, Sebastian, Fred, and Herder's version here!

Sherlock Holmes

He makes sure your eyes and glasses are safe when you two are testing experiments.

He may not do chores a lot in his flat, but he straightens up and cleans so you won't trip or bump into things when you visit.

Surprisingly, he's the one who always reminds you about check-ups and makes sure you don't strain your eyes too much.

He might say it in a snide remark or a sarcastic comment, but it's just how he shows he cares.

When you lose your glasses, Sherlock always knows where it is.

Once, you broke your glasses while chasing a perp. The lens shattered and cut your face.

Sherlock found you on the ground with blood all over your face while the perp was slowly standing up from the collision.

Needless to say, the perp was thrown in the back of the police carriage. Literally.

After that, he makes sure to come with you whenever you buy a new pair.

He also makes sure you're out of danger or within his reach just in case.

John H. Watson

He thinks you're the most precious thing he's ever seen whenever you wear them.

It makes his heart flutter whenever he sees you wearing your glasses while reading his books intensely.

Whenever you feel insecure about your glasses, he gives you heartfelt compliments, one after another.

You always get so flustered that you don't have time to feel insecure.

Whenever you take a nap or rest your eyes from wearing glasses, he always cleans them and wipes the smudges.

When you go out to buy a new pair, he likes to look through the options and see you try them on.

And when you ask for his opinion, he tells you how great you look with the most sincere eyes.

Once, he found you fumbling through your place to look for your glasses and immediately helped and guided you.

After you found it, he helped clean up your place, no questions asked.

When you broke your glasses and couldn't immediately get a new one, John happily linked your arms together as you navigated the day side by side, and he made sure you wouldn't get hurt and read things for you.

Billy the Kid

He has definitely teased you about them, calling you the brain, his little brainiac, or cute little nerd, whether true or not. 

He tried putting them on one time and asked how he looked (a fuzzy bunch of colors. But a CUTE fuzzy bunch of colors, as he emphasized) 

He definitely hid your glasses in the past, making you cling to him as you look for them. 

Karma hit him when you started looking closely at Sherlock at William to recognize them, too close in Billy's perspective. 

Billy quickly put your glasses on and held you close, warning the two despite it being his fault. 

Since then, Billy stopped messing around as much... only when he knows you're alone. 

When Billy sees you having a hard time reading something, he whispers it to you.

When Billy sees you about to bump into something, he grabs you by the waist and guides you away from it. 

He also likes shopping for a new pair with you and trying them on. 

He has suggested buying a matching pair for you both, despite his just being a fashion statement.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Take Care

Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader, John x teen!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you get a startling diagnosis that turns everyone around you overprotective

Warnings: cancer, mentions of death (no actual death)

“She…she has what?”

John looked up from his newspaper at the sound of Sherlock’s distress. He had picked up a call from Mycroft and answered with the usual bored disdain, but after listening for a moment he had sat up rigid in his chair.

“I see,” Sherlock went on. “I’ll be right over, I…oh. Yes, alright.”

“What was that all about?” John asked as Sherlock put the phone down. After a moment, John thought he wasn’t going to answer, but finally he spoke, his voice dazed.

“What? Oh, Y/N, she’s…Mycroft is bringing her over for a bit.”

“Is she alright?” John asked hesitantly.

“I…no. I don’t know,”

“Sherlock this is ridiculous, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.”

You had become quite the regular at Baker Street, sleeping over there almost as much as you stayed with Mycroft, your legal guardian.

“Y/N…she has cancer.”

“She what?” Surely he had heard wrong.

“Mycroft took her in for an appointment, routine check up, that’s all, but…” Sherlock swallowed, and didn’t finish.

“How…I mean…” John wasn’t sure how to ask about the severity.

“I’m not sure,” Sherlock said finally. “Mycroft didn’t say much.”

“Hey Sherlock!” To say Sherlock was surprised when you came bounding into 221B like nothing was wrong would be a severe understatement.

“Hello,” he greeted hollowly. You stepped past him to bring your bag to your room, and Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft.

“She knows?” He asked quietly, and Mycroft nodded.

“I believe she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“How bad is it?”

“They said they aren’t sure about the outcome. They want to start treatments as soon as possible, and it all depends on how she responds to it. All we can do is make sure she gets enough rest and water between visits for now.”

“Alright,” Sherlock sighed. “Then we do all we can do.”

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

You looked up at Sherlock with a frown.

“Just for a walk.”

“No you’re not,” he responded. “It’s time you took a nap.”

“Gee grandma, you first,” you scoffed.

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” John insisted.

“You guys really aren’t gonna let me take a walk?” You glared at the two men, who didn’t waver an inch. “Fine,” you groaned, brushing past them to your room and closing the door.

…

“Drink.”

“I’ve had like four glasses of water today Mycroft, I’m not thirsty.”

Mycroft gestured to the glass in front of you insistently. You rolled your eyes and took a sip.

“Finish that, and then you should take a nap.”

“I’m fine.”

“He’s right,” Sherlock chimed in from the sofa.

“Since when do you two agree on anything?” You scoffed.

“Since now.”

You glared at Mycroft.

“You can’t lay off for one afternoon?”

“No.”

“Ok, I’ll nap on one condition; you let me go to Christie’s later, she wanted to study together.”

“You’ll take a nap either way,” Mycroft responded.

“Wanna bet?” You challenged.

“No, because I don’t have to. You’ll do as you’re told.”

“John, a little help?”

“Don’t look at me,” John raised his hands. “I’m with them.”

“Could you guys stop treating me like this for two seconds?” Your tone rose with your anger.

“Like what?” Mycroft’s resolve hadn’t changed.

“Like I’m an invalid!” You shoved past your brothers and slammed the door to your room.

…

“She won’t answer.”

“I know that,” Sherlock griped at his older brother.

“Should we pick the lock?”

“She’d kill us.”

“Well, she’s worrying me, she’s been in there for a while,” Mycroft pulled out a lock pick and got to work.

When the lock clicked, he called out a warning.

“We’re coming in if you don’t open this door!”

Silence.

Mycroft pushed open the door, and sighed in relief when he saw you on your bed, a book in your lap and headphones in your ears. You looked up in disgust.

“Privacy much?” You growled as you pulled your headphones out of your ears.

“You’ve been in here for too long, and you wouldn’t answer when we knocked,” Mycroft insisted.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because we need to talk,” Sherlock came to stand by your bed.

“About what?”

“About ‘how we treat you’,” Mycroft sighed.

“Alright, talk.”

“You know why we do it,” Sherlock insisted.

“Yeah, because you’re nosy control freaks.”

“Because we’re worried,” Mycroft corrected.

“You shouldn’t be.”

“That’s a load of crap,” everyone turned in surprise when John entered the room. “You know full well why they’re scared, and you are too. There’s not much we can do, alright? The only things we can do is make sure you get your rest in between treatments, and try our best to take care of you. So that’s what we’re doing.”

You were silent for a long moment.

“I-I just…” the tears in your eyes were perhaps the most surprising because it was the first time your family had seen you cry since the news came. “I don’t want to spend what could be my last few months just…resting. Wasting time, relaxing, and-and-“

“Hey,” the sternness in Mycroft’s tone shut you up immediately. “These aren’t your last few months. That’s what we’re trying to ensure by keeping you rested, and able to fight this.”

“We’re not letting you die, understand?” Sherlock lowered himself to meet your gaze.

“Ok,” you choked, and you were relieved when John stepped forwards and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re going to be ok,” he promised.

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

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You fall asleep in an odd spot ~ Sherlock Preferences

A/N: HELLO DARLINGS!!!! I’m SO sorry its been so long. Life got really chaotic but I trying to find time to writ more. I have missed you all sooo much. I hope you enjoy what I cooked up for today. See you all again soon hopefully lol.

Sherlock: 

Being with Sherlock involves a lot of late nights. When you're on a case the two of you can easily stay out till the sun starts to spill over the horizon. Exhaustion is your nearly constant companion. So it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep on the cab ride back to Bakers street. After your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder he will gently intertwine your fingers. Running his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly. It is one of the few truly tender things he does, and it means the world to you.

John:

Sleep isn't always your best friend. Most nights your body would, rather cruelly, keep you awake. Force you to think about your whole life till you spiraled into anxiety. John understood that struggle and would often stay up with you, making tea and sitting with you. It led to some of the deepest and more honest conversations. However, your bodies were still both achingly tired in the morning. So when John came to pick you up on your lunch break for a date one day after a particularly long night. He wasn't surprised to find you sound asleep on your desk. With a gentle touch he woke you up, telling your coworkers you weren't feeling well. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, cuddled up and fast asleep.

Mycroft:

Late hours were the norm in your house. Both of you commonly work odd schedules as contacts from around the world update you on various projects. On a bright Sunday morning Mycroft awoke to find you missing from the bed. Assuming you had simply gone to bed later and woken up early he walked down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was odd but not unfamiliar. You sat at the small breakfast table in the corner, head resting on the keyboard of your laptop. A few papers and a now very cold cup of coffee to your right. Gently, he woke you and ushered you into bed, calling Athena to cancel all morning meetings. The two of you needed some recovery time.

Greg:

It was cute really, well Greg thought it was cute at least, that you could never make it through a movie in the cinema. No matter how much you wanted to see the movie, every time you would drift off. Popcorn left to get cold in your lap as your head lulled back. While the end credits rolled he would nudge you awake with the most childish grin on his face, making you groan in frustration. He would always give you a summary on the car ride home, which you appreciated. 

Moriarty:

You were not one to let your guard down easily, Jim knew that. No matter how tired you were, sleeping in public wasn't an option. However, there was one exception, the plane to Dublin. Something about flying home relaxed you, made the worries and enemies slip from your mind. Softly you rest your head on Jim's shoulder and let sleep overtake you. He would work quietly, kissing your head whenever you stirred slightly to adjust. These plane rides were often the quietest moments in your life together, you both treasured them.

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Your Sherlock Life

Guys, I'm pretty free tonight. Or any time. Send asks with an intro of yourself or an oc and I'll pair you with BBC Sherlock characters (romantic or platonic, whatever you want), and headcanons.

If youre stuck on what to write, here's a list of (hopefully) helpful stuff:

Love language (either platonic or romantic: gifts, holding hands, touch, forehead kisses etc)

Dying your hair/piercings/nails

Fashion style

Ideal home (type of house/family dynamic)

Things you're into (hyperfixations)

Things you're good at (hobbies, skills)

Ideal future (marriage? Kids? Having a little bakery in the middle of london?)

Let me know if you want a male/female/doesn't matter pairing.

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Infidelity (Sherlock BBC x Reader)

Sherlock BBC characters' reaction to finding out you've cheated on them.

Warnings: Toxic relationship with Lestrade, Moriarty is a threat in himself, slight power play.

Sherlock

He feels alienated. He has to deal with his jealousy, because he likes constant validation, so if you take it away from him he feels displaced. He doesn't suffer much from the deception itself, because everyone knows what it's like, but he does suffer because it couldn't be enough. Once everything is over, they just look at each other from afar, suddenly he sketches a smile, but he can't trust you anymore.

John Watson

Actually, I think you could get over it. If it was a one-time thing, he would try hard to understand if you wanted to explain (after some time alone, of course). And if he feels your reasons are valid, he would give you a second chance. However, there are never third chances.

James Moriarty

Okay, he's done it before. However, if there's a mutual agreement of monogamy, I think his revenge would simply be to take away his protection. Everyone knows you're involved with him and many might actually hate you. So, he wouldn't be there to protect you anymore. You better avoid cheating on him, he's a dangerous man.

Mycroft Holmes

You can't. Yes, that simple. You can't cheat on him. He knows where you are all the time and even if he didn't send people to follow you, he would still know. He has a very marked power over you and I really doubt you would expose yourself to something like that. In the super hypothetical case that you could, he would simply disappear from your life.

Greg Lestrade

You remain in a toxic relationship where he knows what's going on, but neither of you discuss it directly. He would just want to win your favor over and over again. Please don't cheat on him, he's a good man.

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John x Teen!reader - my dad

I have a request, for a John Watson fic. Could you do one where teen Reader is John's long lost daughter and Sherlock is the one to deduce it when she does something only John would do (maybe an eye roll or a specific headshake) and he tries to secretly get the two to spend time together like father and daughter? - Anon💜

Sitting in the police car, you laid over the back seats as you waited for your guardian to come back and he did after a few moments.

He opened the back door and looked at you.

“Sorry kiddo, Sherlock’s agreed to watch you for a few hours.”

“Can he take me on cases?”

“No.”

“Can I take him on cases?”

“What cases do you have?”

You shrugged a little and smiled at Lestrade as you jumped out of the car, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you padded after him to the flat.

He lead you in and you waved at Sherlock.

“I heard you have a roommate.”

“I heard you got removed from boarding school.”

You shrugged a little and walked over to the sofa, dropping yourself on it with a heavy thud and looked to Lestrade.

“Can we have pizza Greg?”

“If you want pizza order pizza, I’ll send you the money.”

“Thanks!” You beamed.

He nodded and ruffled your hair before he told Sherlock not to let you leave his sight and he left and Sherlock looked over at you.

“So, why did you get kicked out?”

“I ran away.”

“More than once.” He said.

“Ten times actually, they decided I wasn’t a so called right fit. It’s why Greg seems mad, cause he was the one who had to keep picking me up.”

“Well, he is your legal guardian so it does make sense.”

You shrugged a little and turned your head to look at Sherlock.

“Where’s the fool who decided to live with you?”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

There was a small thud, and someone came rushing down the hallway and stopped in the entrance of the living room.

“John, (Y/N), (Y/N) John. Now stop asking annoying questions.”

You rolled your eyes and john did the same thing, and Sherlock glanced back at the pair of you.

He watched carefully as you got up and walked over to john and held your hand out to him, formally introducing yourself and John did the same thing.

The longer Sherlock looked, the more he realised you two seemed alike.

He never noticed it since the pair of you had never been in the same room before, but now, standing side by side he could see it.

Mainly in the little things you did.

The way you rolled your eyes, the way you shook hands the exact same, the way you crossed your arms while you were talking.

Sherlock carefully studied both you and John.

“(Y/N).”

You turned your head to Sherlock.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock looked at you.

“Order your pizza I’m going out, John watch her, she’s m a swift one and will run.”

Sherlock needed answers and there was only one way he was going to get them, but in order to get them he had to go to the hospital.

You were now his new case.

He was never wrong, never.

You were related to John somehow, he knew that one, but he needed to know exactly how you were related to John.

You and John looked to each other in confusion and you shrugged.

“Do you have a history of running away?” John asked.

“From school yeah, and sometimes Sherlock. But if it makes you feel better Greg can always find me.”

“Lestrade?”

You nodded your head and held your phone out to John and he walked over to take it and sit next to you.

“Yeah, he’s my legal guardian, he has been for the past few years.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty happy with it, he’s basically my uncle, I’ve known him my whole life. It’s how I met Sherlock actually, he’s like a weird big brother I can’t get rid of.”

John laughed, nodding his head.

“Once you meet him he just sticks to your side like glue.”

You ordered your food and you and John carried on talking happily while you ate and you showed him a few games on your phone that you liked.

It took Sherlock longer than he thought it would have to be able to get into your file, but as he scrolled through it he couldn’t find anything that would help him.

“What’re you looking for?” Molly asked.

“Parents names.”

Sherlock looked at the bottom, but it only held your mums name, absolutely no mention of who your father was.

“There isn’t one listed, Lestrade tried that as well.”

Sherlock frowned and nodded his head, reluctantly there was only one person he could ask now. The only person who could access to your information.

He didn’t want to, but it was driving him crazy and he needed to know so he paced back and forth as he waited for a reply from his older brother.

Mycroft: I’m only sending you this so then you owe me a favour when the time comes. (Y/N)s biological father was listed as John Watson, except (Y/N)s mother walked away without telling him. He has no clue.

Sherlock nodded to his, stuffing his phone in his pocket he started to run scenarios through his head on what to do next.

He could tell you both, but that seemed boring to him.

He could tell Lestrade, but that always seemed boring to him.

No, he was going to wait, just keep making you two spend time together.

He was partially doing it to cure himself from his eternal boredom, but at the same time he was doing it for you and John.

He didn’t know how the pair of you would react, and he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath if it went wrong.

Sherlock spent days researching into what parents did with the children, how the bonded and how they spent time together.

He read, watched videos, asked online, gathering as much information as he possible could before he settled on starting simple.

He sent you two to get something to eat since he didn’t want any food, he sent you two to the movies, concerts, anything for a day out to spend time together.

You and John got along really well, but you were all starting to get suspicious of him, and when Lestrade watched Sherlock send you and John somewhere he turned around.

“Right, what the bloody hell are you playing at now?” He asked.

“Johns her father.”

Lestrade stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

Sherlock turned his laptop and showed a formal document, a formal birth certificate which listened both mother and father.

“Her mother burned the original copy, Mycroft had to do some digging just to find this. (Y/N)s mother didn’t want anyone to know who the father was so she could claim child support of different men in different cities.”

“Is that why for the past three months you have been doing anything to get the two to spend time with each other?”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“John has a right to know, and so does (Y/N) but it would be easier to tell them if they already get along.”

“Well has it worked?”

“No they’re more like friends, or brother and sister.”

Lestrade laughed a little and clasped a hand on sherlocks shoulder.

“Just tell them.”

Sherlock nodded, it was about time he told the pair of you.

You and John were walking around, talking about what he did while he was a soldier and you stopped by the gates of the cemetery.

“Can you give me a minute?”

“Of course, take as long as you need, do you want me to come with you?”

You looked through the gates for a minutes and nodded your head.

You had never been here alone, Lestrade or Sherlock always came with you, so you didn’t want to go in by yourself.

You walked along the path, and John carefully watched you as you approached a headstone.

“Hey mum.” You said softly.

You went through the bag you had and pulled out a single rose you had gotten from the shop and rested it up against it.

John stood a few feet away, his back turned to you to give you your privacy and just waited until you were ready to go.

When you were you walked over to him and smiled softly.

“Thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me, are you okay?”

You nodded your head and started to walk, and John followed behind you.

“Can I ask.. how Uhm.. how your mum passed?”

“Car accident, it’s how I first met Greg he was the one to handle the case. They couldn’t find out who my dad was, so he took me instead.”

John nodded his head.

“Do you have any idea who your dad could be? Sherlock could help you find him.”

You flicked your eyes up to John and smiled.

“I think I know who my dad is yeah, and I know Sherlock knows. But anyways I’ve got to go, I told Greg I’d finish my homework.”

You hugged John and jogged down the street and John went back to the flat only to find Sherlock waiting for him.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock didn’t say a word, he just tuned the laptop to face him and confused, john walked over.

He stared at the screen and slowly picked it up, walking over to sit in his chair as he just stared.

“Sherlock I.. I don’t understand…”

“You’re (Y/N)s father John. Her real father.”

John excused himself, saying he needed time to think about what he just found out and as the next morning rolled around he texted Lestrade asking to come over.

He agreed and John was soon in front of your house with Lestrade waited outside.

“Sherlock finally told you didn’t he?”

John nodded.

“Is she in?”

“She’s in the living room waiting. She knows too.”

John nervously walked in and walked over to the living room, standing in front of you while you looked up at him.

“You knew I was your dad?”

You nodded softly.

“I realised after a few weeks… but I.. I was scared you wouldn’t want me…”

John rushed over and pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I want you, you’re my daughter (Y/N), I’m so sorry I missed so much.”

You hugged him back and smiled to yourself.

“Does this mean.. maybe we can go to parent kid events… and do things parents and their kids do…?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

John pulled away and looked at you.

“What about Lestrade?”

“Well… he’ll always be my dad, you know? He’s cared for me since I was like nine, but.. but I want to have by biological dad too…”

John smiled and hugged you tightly again.

“That’s fine by me.”

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imagine: meeting Sherlock for the first time and him not being able to 'read' you

*y\f\c= your favorite country

You were one of Lestrade's close friends. you worked as a detective inspector in another country but you had recently moved here and since you were a highly intelligent person he thought you and Sherlock should meet.

And today he decided to go to 221b and bring you with him so here you are, standing at a strangers door.

"this is absurd, why should i come again?" you asked

"for god's sake y\n can you stop nagging for a minuet and do what you're told to do?" he says tired of you constantly asking the same question.

"if you are asking me, no" you teased

"oh shut it" he says and you smirk.

The door opens.

"DI Lestrade!" the man says and Greg nod's walking in and guiding you in too.

"so, this is my friend y\n y\l\n. she moved here from y\f\c" Lestrade explained.

"oh! John Watson. pleasure to meet you." he introduced and you smiled shaking his hand.

As you entered the flat and sat down you saw a man with curly brown hair and a black coat sitting on an armchair, his eyes closed.

Lestrade pointed at the man.

"he is Sherlock Holmes. the man i was telling you about." he says and you nod obviously bored. with that the man opens his eyes and looks at Greg but then quickly glances at you.

"who is that?" he asks

"Sherlock, this is my friend, y\n y\l\n."

Sherlock remains silence, looking you up and down. after a while he raises an eyebrow.

he quickly looks at John.

new coat is sleepy just talked to an old friend has a date is nervous

He turns and looks at Lestrade.

annoyed same coat stressed has 2 mission reports to read has 6 missed calls

The words and random facts kept coming to his mind, he hadn't lost his observation skills.

He turns his look at you.

????

Was all he could see.

He rose an eyebrow and looked you up and down again.

"interesting" he muttered to himself

"what was that?" you ask

"nothing.....so, y\n, right? what do you do? as a job i mean." he asks making John and Greg smirk.

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Being Sherlock Holmes protege/child

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x teen!reader (slight John Watson x teen!reader, slight Greg Lestrade x teen!reader)

Imagine: Sherlock taking a liking to you and decides that he wants you as his protege

Warnings: mention of struggling with school idk what else

A/N so as always my works are gn!reader so that anyone can read them and idk this idea just came to me might write and actual fic about it (sorry if it might be messy, haven’t reread it after I wrote it)

I love Sherlock <3 that’s it that’s my actual comment

So you somehow caught Sherlock’s attention weather it be that you are smart as him or not doesn’t really matter, you caught his attention

It was at a crime scene in which you helped Lestrade a lot in the case until he contacted Sherlock, when Sherlock got there he noticed how you helped him get to the answer, or more like you knew the answer which turned out to be correct. Having known much about this crime and the people involved helped you a lot to solve it.

Sherlock who as usual tried to deduce everyone tried to deduce you and noticed that he couldn’t, or he got it all wrong, it made him more curious about you

So Sherlock decided out of nowhere that he liked you, he saw potential in you and wanted to take you in, so that’s what he did

If you were an orphan he got accepted to foster you, but if you aren’t then he needed your parents approval, which he got (with a bit of help from Lestrade and Mycroft)

The first week living with Sherlock was filled with him trying to figure out things about you. In doing that he did actually notice all your bad habits.

He noticed how you were stressed about school a lot, how you struggled with school, which he thought weird as outside of school you were damn smart but as soon as it came to school all went to shit

So he started (without himself knowing) slowly to help you with your school work, he’d say random facts that you would actually need to your assignments in which you wrote down. He helped you a lot that way and when he noticed he still continued, because he noticed you never asked for help. You were a lot less stressed over school because of his help.

After a few weeks he started to notice how you would make sure that he took care of himself but you wouldn’t take care of yourself, so he started to tell you to eat something, to drink, to sleep, like you always told him

The first case he took you to was the first time you ever saw Sherlock get “scolded” though neither you or Sherlock took any mind to Lestrade telling him of for bringing a teenager to a crime scene, you wanted to be there to help so what was the problem?

Let’s not forget that both you and Sherlock are greatly annoyed by Anderson and Donovan because if anyone where to ask the two of you then they are both bloody idiots who doesn’t know a shit, and they do call you both names in which are not to your liking

Changing topic a bit Sherlock always wants to hear what you have to say about a crime scene

Everyone getting worried by your antics of throwing yourself in danger most of the time to help Sherlock who is in trouble

Mycroft actually liking you, hence why he protected you as much as he tries to protect Sherlock

This was all before John, but when John came into the picture everyone started to notice how much Sherlock had influenced you and they didn’t quite know if it was good or bad

John noticed how he now had to take care of two children in which one was a teenager and one an actual adult, but both acted as children and neither could take care of themselves

Stealing Sherlock coat whenever you miss him

“John I can’t find it” Sherlock yelled out lowly as not to wake you as he knew you were asleep

John walked into the living room with a mug of tea in his hand as he yawned tiredly, it was way to early for this “What are you looking for”

“My coat!” John heard the panic start to seep through Sherlock at the mention of his coat being gone.

“Why are you whispering”

“Y/N is asleep, I don’t want to wake them”

John who knew that you did in fact steal Sherlock’s coats from time to time sighed at those words. John took a sip of his tea before he walked over to your door opening it to show Sherlock your sleeping form.

That’s when Sherlock saw his coat draped around your body, the very same coat he had been looking for. You were cuddled up inside it the warmth keeping you warm as well as the familiar smell of Sherlock in which had comforted you into sleep helping with your previous worried state.

John had left the door leaving only Sherlock who stared at you. He sighed, closed the door and went and got another coat from his room. He’d let you have his favorite coat for now. Unknowingly to him a soft small smile had etched itself onto his lips as he thought about the fact that you felt safe around him, after all that’s why you took his coat.

He gave you a coat that looked like his after that

Neither you or Sherlock would ever admit it but you did see him as a sort of father figure and he saw you as his child in some sort of way

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How would they confess to their s/o?

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↬|Wlliam|

• When William confesses his feelings to his s/o, he will probably do it in a very direct, matter-of-fact way.

• He might not even use the word "love" and instead just explain how much he values them and cares for them.

• He might also be very honest and admit that he finds them physically attractive.

• He won't be overly dramatic or make it a big deal; he'll just calmly express his feelings for them.

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↬|Albert|

• Albert would confess his love for his s/o through a big, romantic gesture.

• He would plan an elaborate and romantic date, filled with flowers, a nice dinner, and even a fancy box filled with chocolates and presents.

• At some point during the dinner, he would confess his love for his s/o and tell them how they were the one person who made his whole world.

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↬|Louis|

• Louis is shy and introverted when it comes to discussing his feelings.

• He would likely be hesitant to confess to the person he loves, as he feels embarrassed and afraid of being rejected.

• However, if he were to take the plunge and confess, he would likely do so via a handwritten letter explaining how he feels, while also including a small, thoughtful gift.

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↬|Sebastian|

• Sebastian would confess to his s/o in a romantic setting. He might take them to a special place, like a secluded garden or a scenic overlook, and there he would pour his heart out to them.

• He would tell them how much he cares for them, and how much they mean to him.

• He would also express how he sees a future together with them.

• Sebastian would be sincere and emotional in his confession, and would hope that his s/o would reciprocate his feelings.

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↬|Sherlock|

• Sherlock would likely create some grand and elaborate scheme involving mystery, intrigue, and adventure in order to reveal to his s/o that he is in love with them.

• He would use his genius deductive abilities and skills of observation in order to discover the thing that his s/o desires the most, and then create a perfect and personal confession.

• Sherlock would likely use a combination of logic and emotion in order to convey his feelings to his s/o, explaining why he has feelings for them while also using his words to paint a picture of how much he admires and cares for them.

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↬|John|

• John would likely stumble and stammer over his words in an adorable way when confessing to his partner.

• He would probably start by saying something like "Listen, I know we don't talk about our feelings much, but I have something to tell you that I've been meaning to say for a while... I think I love you."

• And as he waits for a response, he would likely wring his hands together in a nervous mess, occasionally stealing a glance at his lover to see if his feelings have been reciprocated.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

SHERLOCK: VALENTINES DAY HEADCANONS <3

• "It's valentines day?"

• That's how the morning had begun. With John exasperatedly running a hand down his face as he tried his best not to shout at his flat mate

• He had been reminding Sherlock that valentines day was coming up for the past week and a half, adiment on getting him out of the flat to go out and do something for once. You were in on it as well, giving Greg the heads up not to send any cases Sherlocks way for the day

• So of course John was a bit pissed when he found Sherlock hard at work at what used to be the dining room table, hunched over some of Moriarty's latest work instead of getting ready for the day

• "Yes its bloody valentines day. Sometimes I wonder how you can be so smart but so fucking oblivious at the same time."

• "Not oblivious, John. I meerly have no room in my brain for such trivial things. And the holiday occasion would certainly explain why Moriarty's latest crime was littered with rose petals and the hearts of the victims. Thank you John, that was percicly what I needed."

• "I know you're being serious right now, but I have never wanted to punch you in the mouth more."

• "You wouldn't be the first."

• Eventually, two hours after John and you had originally planned to drag Sherlock away from his work, the doctor finally got him out the door—where you had been standing for quite a while waiting

• He immediately sighed before outwardly deducing the both of you. Probably just to get on John's nerves even more if you had to guess from how red the latter's face was

• "Ah. I see what's going on. You two have devised a plan behind my back to take me out to some rather bland coffee shop or restaurant today in hopes that I will join into your mindless banter. Now I think I'll pas—"

• "Nope." You had popped the p on the end of your sentence, speaking before John could blow a gasket. "You're coming with us, Holmes. Come on, we're going to that fish and chips place you like. I'll even let you talk about the case I'm sure you stayed up late working on while we walk."

• That had gotten him to start following you down the street, breath showing up as cold puffs of air in the freezing england morning

• True to your word, you had let him talk about the case all along the way there as John occasionally put in his two cents

• "—and you know this all is making a lot more sense now that I'm out and seeing the affect this holiday has on people. I never pegged Moriarty as someone to go for something so trivial, but then again that's just another devious—"

• "Wait, what do you mean trivial?"

• Sherlock paused, both in his rambling and walking, before picking up his pace much slower

• "Well, amongst the blood and roses we found at the crime scene a few short days ago, there was a note for me. Per usual. But this time an actual one, fancy parchment and all. Detailing how I'd eventually loose, how we play cat and mouse, getting odly sexual I might add, that sort of thing blah blah blah. But what really stummped me—" He ignored the way you and John exchanged amused glances when he admitted that "—was the innuendo he left for you, (Y/n). I assume it was to throw me off in a similar fashion to Irene Adler's tactics but—"

• "Hold on." John stopped him in the middle of the sidewalk, eyes wide. "You're telling me, the most dangerous man we know left one of your best friends a note flirting with them, and you didn't think to tell then until valentines day?"

• Sherlock clearly didn't think much of John's steadily increasing tone, just raising an eyebrow in response

• "I didn't see the need to. They have never met before like you and he have at that pool. No reason to worry. Simply a move to get under my skin. Which did not work, I should add."

• You had to choke down laughter at the befuddled look on Sherlocks face, not sure John would appreciate you finding humor in the situation

• The rest of the holiday outing was spent with the two arguing; most of it coming from John as he worried. It wasn't the worst entertainment you had ever had over coffee, so you didn't mind watching your friend fret over something that didn't even concern you. Moriarty had never even known of you until what seemed like recently, so you didn't see reason to fear

• "That's it. You're staying in the flat with us this week. I'm not letting that bastard lay a finger on any of us again." John eventually said, throwing his hands up.

• "Oh come on. It was just a fake out from Mr. Jimmy boy. You heard Sherlock say it himself."

• "Please (Y/n), never call Moriarty that again. And John, leave them be. They're a grown adult."

• "Thank you, Sherlock!"

• "You're welcome (Y/n). Like I was saying, you can move into our flat on your own. No help required from us."

• "You too Sherlock. Really?"

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Masterlist

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Sherlock Holmes

☁️ Soft Sherlock Headcanons

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💀 The Experiment - Sherlock smut one shot

💀 The Experiment pt. 2 - Sherlock smut one shot

The Witcher

💀 Send You To Sleep Satisfied - Geralt smut drabble