#rdj sherlock holmes x reader

[just-dreaming-marvel]

s.s.s. drabbles ~ Determined #1

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Character(s) / Pairing: RDJ!Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Word Count: 69ish

Notes: This is is for @mostly-marvel-musings six sentence sunday challenge! Hope you enjoy!

His heart was controlling his feet more than his brain was.

That was unusual for the man who seemed to have no emotions.

But this was you.

He entered the room to find you standing by the fireplace, looking as lovely as ever.

“Sherlock?” you questioned as you turned to face him.

His heart controlled his feet once again, guiding him to you and colliding his lips with yours.

[faggotry-fandom-fanfic]

Evening Cuddles

Summary: Sherlock helps his friend fall asleep.

Ship: Sherlock Holmes x masc!reader Word Count: 1070

🔸The reader uses he/him pronouns and is called a man, and the relationship between him and Sherlock is inherently queer.🔸

A/N: It's just fluff based on pure vibes. I wrote it a while ago, rediscovered it recently and rewrote it today! The reader is implied to be Sherlock's roommate. I think/hope he's racially/ethnically ambiguous. Also, the reader is described as taller than Sherlock, but somehow, Sherlock is able to lift him up without any issues?? 😭I don't know, and I don't care to be honest. It's pure vibes, no common sense.

“[Y/N], are you even listening to me? [Y/N]?” Sherlock sighed, irritated at the lack of response from his companion.

Holmes shifted his position to look at the man sitting beside the window.

“[Y/N]?”

When the Detective, once again, didn’t get a response, his frustration went from “mildly annoyed” to “extremely irritated”. It wasn’t exactly in his friend’s character to ignore his pleading for attention. So Sherlock did what any reasonable adult would do in the given situation.

“OUCH!” [H/C]-haired man screamed out when the shoe hit him in the arm. “GOD DAMN YOU, YOU BASTARD!” [Y/N] slurred while rubbing the painful spot. “You’re worse than a five-year-old!”

“I was talking about something important. Something you promised to help with,” Holmes pointed out while walking up to his friend.

The taller man sighed and fell back on the soft pillows. His head was pounding, and his body felt like it was about to perish to dust any second. He was tired, and for some reason, he couldn’t verbalise it to his friend. Building sentences felt like a marathon. His brain refused to use English, forcing him to fight with his sluggish mind just to construct the easiest sentences.

“I know. I’m sorry.” [Y/N] finally mumbled, more or less, towards the dark-haired man beside him.

Sherlock just shook his head and kneeled in front of [Y/N], taking his hands and squeezing them in an attempt to provide some comfort.

“What’s on your mind? You hadn’t been yourself for the past week.”

[Y/N] ignored the question and just silently brought one of the detective's hands to cup his cheek. Silently absorbing the pleasant sensation of Sherlock’s rough fingers brushing against his cheekbones and warmth radiating from his palm. [Y/N] would never admit this, but sometimes he’d kill for more moments like this. Moments filled with silence and gentleness that were almost impossible to find in their life. Sherlock had this almost magical ability to become soft and gentle if he noticed that it was needed, but he never was great at recognising the needs of people around him.

“Just tired. Incredibly tired…” [Y/N] finally muttered while closing his eyes and hiding his face in Holmes’ hand.

“If you want to, we could take a little vacation. We’d stop taking cases for a while. Mycroft has a mansion in the mountains. Maybe fresh air will make you feel better, hm…?” Sherlock spoke softly, seeing how his friend was almost falling asleep in front of him.

“Mhm…”

Only now, when his face was mere inches away from his friend, could he see the mark that overworking left on a usually radiant face. [Y/N]’s skin was an unhealthy, muted colour as if he was made of wax. Dark circles painting his under-eye looked scarily similar to bruises. His hair was tangled and messy, framed his equally messy face, dirty with dust and dirt after a long day of working and running around London, searching for a case that’d satisfy Sherlock’s hunger for mental stimulation. It was frightening to see his friend like this – a shadow of himself. A ghost.

Sherlock’s face twisted with guilt, the awareness that he led to one of his dearest friends being so incredibly worn out that he wasn’t even able to form coherent sentences. He’s been whining about the lack of good mysteries for weeks now, and after a while, [Y/N] just wanted to help him and see him happy.

“You know what you need? A good sleep.” Holmes muttered, talking more to himself than to, already half-asleep, friend.

Sherlock stood up and carefully picked up [Y/N] from the settee. [H/C]-haired man himself, was already so exhausted that he didn’t protest. The only thing that he did was snuggle into the crook of Sherlock’s neck.

One of the many advantages of living in a small flat was that every room was close. So only after about a dozen steps were they already in [Y/N]'s bedroom. Holmes carefully placed his friend among his pillows and blankets and covered him with the woven coverlet. [Y/N] grunted, with upset painted across his face when he felt Sherlock’s hands leaving him.

“Don’t go…” he softly pleaded, grabbing Holmes by the sleeve.

Sherlock turned around only to be met with soft [E/C] eyes looking at him longingly, half-covered by eyelids. How could he deny his friend’s innocent request?

“If I’m not to go, what do you want me to do?” The detective asked with slight amusement in his voice.

“Lay with me… I don’t want to be alone…”.

[Y/N] looked like he was close to begging Sherlock to stay with him. Looking at his friend with such sorrow, as if the thought of Holmes leaving his side caused him physical pain. Sherlock felt his cheeks growing hotter while his knees became a bit softer.

Dear god.

“Alright, move over, so I’ll have a place to lay down…”.

[H/C]-haired man eagerly shifted, lifting the blanket, inviting the detective.

He’s just tired. He’s just exhausted and lonesome.

Sherlock tried to reason with himself while lying beside [Y/N]. But it was hard to logically explain how hot his face felt and how happy his friend looked while cuddling up to his side, a lazy smile spread across his handsome face. Fuck, his friend was just shamelessly cuddling with him. Making all kinds of “I feel good” noises, some sounding almost like purring. It was strange. So strange, almost wrong. But he’d lie if he said he didn’t like it. After a few moments, he relaxed and embraced the man lying beside him.

Fuck, shit, fuck.

Holmes tried to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. His nostrils instantly filled with the eccentric mix of scents of old books, dust, chocolate and paraffin oil. The unmistakable smell of his friend. If he wasn’t freaking out already, Holmes would probably panic. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.

But he smelled so good.

And his hands were so pleasant to the touch.

His breathing was so calm.

And he was so close.

It’d be a sin to not savour this moment as long as possible.

Sherlock was finally fully relaxed. He held his friend tight, relishing the smell, the feel, and the sounds [Y/N] would make. He was just so peaceful. So sweet. After a while, Holmes himself drifted to sleep. Happy and relaxed. Embraced by another man.

[tylerxrbtwhp]

Personal Favourite Fanfics | Sherlock Holmes |

NOTE: This is entirely my favourites so if it offense any of you, I don't care. It might seem mean, but this is how everyone is. P.S: ISTG I'm actually nice 💀

Henry Cavill's Sherlock Holmes:

En Garde https://www.tumblr.com/ithebookhoarder/700363473057628160/synopsis-your-husband-has-always-been-protective?source=share

Bewitched https://www.tumblr.com/cinebration/700022517638840320/bewitched-sherlock-holmes-x-reader-request?source=share

The Experiment {1} https://www.tumblr.com/sherlocksoft/720044593814667265/the-experiment?source=share The Experiment {2} https://www.tumblr.com/sherlocksoft/721735199838355456/the-experiment-pt-2?source=share

Dangerous Games https://www.tumblr.com/callmemaeverick/700148734404820992/dangerous-games-sherlock-holmes-x-femreader?source=share If Only You Would Know https://www.tumblr.com/espinosaurusrexex/709047438545190912/if-only-you-would-know?source=share Run Away https://www.tumblr.com/multific/699612561573920768/run-away?source=share It Takes Two https://www.tumblr.com/frost-queen/734448194490089473/it-takes-two-reader-x-sherlock-holmes?source=share Pulse Point https://www.tumblr.com/st-juliet/700595018092675072/can-i-request-an-nsfw-fic-sitting-on-sherlock?source=share A New Years Kiss https://www.tumblr.com/make-me-imagine/705226568468971520/a-new-years-kiss?source=share Unfailing Confidence https://www.tumblr.com/cinebration/700296882676711424/unfailing-confidence-sherlock-holmes-x-reader?source=share Only You https://www.tumblr.com/thisisawonderfulusername/704360254583996416/only-you-cavillsherlock-holmes-x?source=share Dance In The Winter https://www.tumblr.com/darlingdekarios/722523690629234688/dance-in-the-winter?source=share Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock Holmes: https://www.tumblr.com/iamsherlocked1479/713022583842422784/admit-it?source=share

Hold It Together https://www.tumblr.com/iamsherlocked1479/723734057530408960/hey-could-you-do-a-smut-where-virgin-reader-is?source=share

My Muse https://www.tumblr.com/specialagentlokitty/720463481796771840/sherlock-x-reader-my-muse?source=share

Stolen Love https://www.tumblr.com/freckles-things/704444975185821696/stolen-love-bbc-sherlock?source=share

Brother Dearest https://www.tumblr.com/starks-hero/697324677898584064/brother-dearest?source=share

What A Lovely Inconvinience https://www.tumblr.com/starks-hero/712182074421985280/what-a-lovely-inconvenience?source=share My Type https://www.tumblr.com/specialagentlokitty/719588419383230464/sherlock-x-reader-my-type?source=share Exact Opposite https://www.tumblr.com/lykaonimagines/702753577537568768/exact-opposite-sherlock-x-reader?source=share My Favourite Person https://www.tumblr.com/specialagentlokitty/718640213077950464/sherlock-x-reader-my-favourite-person?source=share Don't Be A Brat https://www.tumblr.com/iamsherlocked1479/735527507205423104/dont-be-a-brat?source=share

[No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/yandereaffections/188283801811/sherlocks-beyond-concerned-for-how-you-react?source=share

[No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/mykinkyyandere/685510432203603968/imagine-the-reader-coming-to-sherlock-for-help?source=share Robert Downey Junior's Sherlock Holmes: Oblivious Pain https://www.tumblr.com/just-dreaming-marvel/686875499130191872/oblivious-pain?source=share

And Then There Were Two https://www.tumblr.com/nikoruistyping/676683580767895552/hi-again-this-is-the-anon-from-before-if-i-can?source=share Robert Downey Junior's Sherlock Holmes, Series:

In The Game Of Love {1} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/662704224159793152/in-the-game-of-love-1 In The Game Of Love {2} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/663945231671181312/in-the-game-of-love-2

In The Game Of Love {3} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/664791573947662336/in-the-game-of-love-3 In The Game Of Love {4} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/666249575040974848/in-the-game-of-love-4

In The Game Of Love {5} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/669679249658150912/in-the-game-of-love-5 In The Game Of Love {6} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670429416861614081/in-the-game-of-love-6 In The Game Of Love {7} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670665006890778624/in-the-game-of-love-7

In The Game Of Love {8} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670681378996748288/in-the-game-of-love-8

In The Game Of Love {9} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/670781776622469120/in-the-game-of-love-9 In The Game Of Love {10} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/672584933855870976/in-the-game-of-love-10 In The Game Of Love {11} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/675767664185163776/in-the-game-of-love-11

In The Game Of Love {12} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/676397774885011456/in-the-game-of-love-12 In The Game Of Love {13} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/676412402640797696/in-the-game-of-love-13 In The Game Of Love {14} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/676841121888043008/in-the-game-of-love-14 In The Game Of Love {15} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/677125955018457088/in-the-game-of-love-15 In The Game Of Love {16} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678402072761270272/in-the-game-of-love-16

In The Game Of Love {17} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678567136800686080/in-the-game-of-love-17 In The Game Of Love {18} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678588326088966144/in-the-game-of-love-18 In The Game Of Love {19} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678643863030808576/in-the-game-of-love-19 In The Game Of Love {20} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678682570019487744/in-the-game-of-love-20 In The Game Of Love {21} https://just-dreaming-marvel.tumblr.com/post/678765024046694400/in-the-game-of-love-21

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 bc why not

[arkytiorwrites]

Ahhhhh!!!

Thank you guys for all the likes on my first post!

I wanna try to post at least once a day for the rest of the month, maybe twice a day if you guys are lucky. It won’t all be Tony Stark (RIP king), I’ll also be posting some Doctor Strange, AOS Khan Noonien Singh, Sherlock from BBC, and the RDJ movies, as well as some random Avengers and other Marvel characters. I’ll also be doing Richard III from the Hollow Crown, and some Bilbo and Smaug from the Hobbit movies.

I’m so excited! Any support is welcome. 🤗😊🙏

[saraakpotter]

Requests

Hi guys! i was thinking about doing this some time ago, i'm completely out of ideas and requests are open! so, here are the fandom's i write for but before requsting please remember theses stuff:

i don't write smut, NSFW and things like that.

i only write 'x reader'

i only write 'female!reader' becasue i'm more comfortable like that :)

i don't feel comfortable writing about (male x male) or (female x female)

now for the characters:

(by the way you can request for the actors\actress's of those characters too)

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MCU:

Romantic and platonic:

Tony Stark\ironman

Loki Laufeyson

Stephan Strange

Wade Wilson\deadpool

Steve Rogers\captain america

Peter Quill\starlord

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton\hawkeye

Bucky Barns \winter soldier

Sam Wilson\falcon

Pietro Maximoff

platonic only:

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Gamora

Stranger Things:

Romantic and platonic:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Eddie Munson

Platonic only:

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

Dustin Henderson

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Max Mayfield

Harry Potter:

romantic and platonic:

Harry Potter

Ronald 'Ron' Weasley

Cedric Diggory

James Potter (marauders)

Sirius Black (marauders)

Remus Lupin (marauders)

(i may add the Slytherin boys later btw)

platonic only:

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Alice Fortescue

Mary McDonald

Sherlock:

romantic and platonic:

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Greg Lestrade

RDJ Sherlock Holmes

platonic only:

Mary Morstan

Jim Moriarty

Eurus Holmes

(i mostly write platonic for John and Greg tbh, but feel free to request both :)

AGGGTM:

romantic and platonic:

Ravi Singh

Sal Singh

platonic only:

Pippa 'Pip' Fitz-Amobi

Cara Ward

Connor Reynolds

[groovy-lady]

Can someone please help me find RDJ!Sherlock Holmes x Reader fics or imagine blogs who write for RDJ!Sherlock x Reader fics (imagines, oneshots, drabbles, headcanons, etc)???? I’m only able to find mostly Sherlock Holmes x Reader for BBC Sherlock. Benedict’s Sherlock is lovely, but my preferred Sherlock is RDJ’s version.

[thebeethathums]

The Courier

Pairing: It Had to Happen: RDJ Sherlock Holmes x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Very very mild fighting and mention of injury

A/N: I have a way overactive mind and some times I just get random ideas that will NOT go away. So I inevitably have to write them down. Sometimes they turn into something longer. Some time they just are as is. I will label them as It Had to Happen in the pairings from now on.

John was sitting across from his flatmate Sherlock Holmes in a rare moment of peaceful quiet when the man suddenly sat bolt upright, “No. This is terrible.” “What is?” “It must be prevented. Too impulsive and devious. And there will be tea and conversation… It’s not too late.” He ranted rapidly, getting up to go to the stairs at a bound just as there was a knock on the door, yelling, “Don’t open that door, Mrs. Hudson. I can’t survive another visit. I’m still cross over the last…” He trailed off seeing it was too late, Mrs. Hudson had already opened the door and you were now standing in their hallway. He took one look at you and his entire attitude changed, something was wrong, “What’s happened?” You looked up at Sherlock from underneath a newsboy’s cap, revealing a badly bruised face, and your split lip trembled slightly, “It would seem I’m in a bit of trouble.”

He was down the stairs in a flash as you gave Mrs. Hudson the best grin you could manage, “Would you please excuse us? I need a word with him alone.” She bustled away gladly as Sherlock took in your appearance. The way you were dressed you looked like a young boy, clad in a masculine shirt, jacket, and trousers with your hair tucked under your cap and you curves expertly hidden, and now that he was closer he could see you were bleeding, taking hold of your arm as he called for John, who was still standing at the top of the stairs. Before anything could be done there was shouting outside and then a banging on their door, causing you to look over at it annoyed, “Bugger all.” “You led them here? You know better.” Sherlock scolded calmly, grabbing a nearby umbrella as his mind calculated what would happen next. “I thought I lost them but a blow to the head makes everything a little fuzzy, so you’ll have to excuse the fact that I was wrong,” you snapped sarcastically, falling into a defensive stance as the door flew open. Three men filled the room and Sherlock shoved one with the umbrella before cracking it over the head of another just as you clocked the first one in the gut and then smashed your knee into his face. John could only stand back and watch as the two of you fought in complete sync, each anticipating the others movements, and soon all three men were on the ground unconscious. Sherlock shot you a wicked grin, “Glad to see you haven’t lost your edge even if you did lead them straight to my doorstep.” You gave a weak grin in return before wobbling dangerously and leaning on him for support. He wrapped an arm around your waist only to have you pull away, moving to go up the stairs as you stated, “There are more. I have to go.” Sherlock began to follow you, “You’re injured.” You didn’t even pause, offering, “A very astute observation Sherlock. Now, why don’t you put it to use and fetch me some bandages and the like? Your doctor friend should have plenty.” Changing his course to do as you asked, he waved for John to follow you as you disappeared into his room, “Keep my work safe, Watson.” John turned to go after you and found you rummaging through Sherlock’s closet, finally pulling out a pink dress he often used as a disguise with a huff, “Of course… It’ll do I suppose.” You shed your jacket and trousers just as Sherlock walked in, letting out an annoyed sigh as he spun John to face away from you, “It is not proper to watch a lady undress, Watson.” John startled badly, not having realized you were a woman, and Sherlock smirked at him as he scoffed, “And you claim to be a gentleman.” Before returning his attention to you, “It doesn’t suit you, (F/n).” “That is hardly my fault… your taste in dresses is atrocious,” you responded, coming to grab the bandages from Sherlock as you shook out your hair and plopped your cap on his head. Moving past both of them, you grabbed a nearby bowl to pour antiseptic over a gash on your arm, the source of the blood, as John looked you over. The dress was slightly too large but it made you look distinctly feminine and your hair fell in disheveled waves down to your waist. You hissed in pain as you quickly bandaged your arm, going to the window as you did so to watch another small group of men approaching the flat, “Would you be willing to do me a favor, Sherlock?” “Of course.” You flashed him a grin as you opened the window and stepped up on the sill, “You have my thanks. Remind me that I owe you one later.” Before either of them could do anything you’d jumped, catching the ledge below to swing yourself down to the street and right in the path of the men. John rushed to the window in time to see you bounding down the street, leading the men away from their flat, “Care to explain, Sherlock?” “Not particularly, no.” He turned to level his friend with a demanding glare before his eyes found your satchel on the table, “She left her bag.” Sherlock took it up in his hands, catching the note that slipped out of it with a small smirk, “Her favor.” The note simply gave a name and location with ‘Don’t be late’ and you initials written underneath it and Sherlock grabbed his coat, “Come along, Watson, and grab your doctor’s kit. We cannot be late.” John knew better than to question where they were going or how you’d known to leave them a note, grabbing his things and following Sherlock out the door. They made their way to the location you’d left them and found it to be an office in parliament, the name on the door the same as the one in your note. Sherlock actually knocked on the door as opposed to just bursting through and a proper looking gentleman answered the door, “May I help you?” Sherlock reached into your satchel to produce a thick leather envelope the size of a sheet of paper and held it out to him, “Important delivery.” The man eyed him suspiciously before taking the envelope and examining the multiple seals to make sure it hadn’t been tampered with, “You aren’t the usual courier.” “She was held up but wanted to make sure it reached you on time.” He pursed his lips but seemed to accept that, “It looks to not have been tampered with. I will accept it.” Now that that was done, Sherlock stalked out to the street as John asked, “So she’s a mail courier?” Sherlock shook his head, “Hardly, she is a courier of important items and documents that no one else can be trusted with.” He just nodded in response, thinking that over, and Sherlock took off at a fast pace again causing him to ask, “Where are we going now? The flat is in the other direction.” “We, my dear Watson, are going to ensure she gets proper medical attention.” You arrived home to the smell of tea, letting out a heavy annoyed sigh when you saw Sherlock and John in your sitting room, John quietly observing his surroundings as Sherlock messed with your Viola, “Put that down. I just replaced the strings and I don’t need your clumsy fingers messing them up again.” John raised an eyebrow as Sherlock obediently replaced the Viola in its original location, wondering who you were to have that kind of pull on the eccentric detective. You’d changed from the dress to a men’s suit complete with coattails and your hair was considerably shorter and tied back in a pompous old style fashion with a ribbon, making you look like a French nobleman. Sherlock pursed his lips as you peeled off the jacket and shook out your hair, stating, “Your commitment to the disguise went a little far don’t you think (F/n)” Knowing he was referring to your hair, you shrugged, pouring yourself some tea from the pot on the low table in front of them, “A trim was long overdue and I’ll admit the timing could have been better but it was certainly useful in the moment.” He took the tea from your hand before you could drink it and pushed you down on your loveseat next to John, “You need medical attention, which Watson here will gladly provide.” John opened his mouth to get a word in since both of were behaving as if he wasn’t there but you shot a glare at Sherlock as you got up again, “I was rather enjoying you being cross with me though I am grateful for your help today.” He narrowed his eyes, “You made me cross with you on purpose? Why? I’m a delight and you enjoy my company.” “I did nothing of the sort. I simply meant the absence of your fretting was rather nice… additionally, it was you who issued the challenge remember? I merely beat you at your own game. I would have thought you’d be proud of me.” He pushed you back down next to John with a small smirk, “I never said I was not proud as well as cross.” You looked up at him a little surprised, searching his face for signs of deception, and he reached forward to gently graze the bruises on your face with a little frown. That little show of affection sent John over the edge, “Sherlock I believe you owe me an explanation and a proper introduction.” You both turned to look at him and you gave a small grin, “I see Sherlock has forgotten his manners as usual.” “I haven’t forgotten- simply ignored.” You chuckled and then offered your hand to the confused doctor, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Watson, my name is, (F/n). (F/n) Holmes.” “Watson, I’d like you to make the acquaintance of my younger sister.” He gaped for a second and then simply offered, “Well that certainly explains a lot.”

[starks-hero]

just let me BREATHE

[nikoruistyping]

hi again, this is the anon from before. If I can Id like to request RDJ's Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader where Watson invites y/n to dinner to meet Mary & Sherlock but suddenly plans change and then the only two left are you and Sherlock to have dinner alone and it's just a really fluffy and romantic date thanks in advance

And Then There Were Two...|| Sherlock Holmes (RDJ)

RDJ!Sherlock Holmes x Fem!reader

Summary: You were to meet John, Mary and Sherlock at dinner but when the two lovebirds aren’t able to make it that leaves only you and Sherlock left to get acquainted properly...

TW: Fluff, Victorian Era/AU/1800′s Time Period, Playful/Sassy/Smartass Banter, Very Proper Old English, Courtship, First Date, Kissing

Word Count: 3,153

A/N: Y/BS = Your birthstone & Y/BM = Your Birth Month

I’m coming at yall with a request that is pretty out of my field of what I normally write but I decided to take on the challenge so thank you so much Anon for requesting and I hope you enjoy this! I had such a fun and good challenge writing this especially since I did a lot of research to make this as perfect and accurate to the movie/character/time period as I could! This is my first time ever writing an era/decade type story so hopefully it sounds normal and not like “modernized”. I want to give a shoutout to the only 2 RDJ Sherlock fics I was able to scavenge to find, I read them both and it helped me so much by getting a better understanding on how to write this request. It was so cool reading them first before watching the movies and seeing how accurate both authors were able to write the scenes from the movie! It inspired me to do better and really get into the right mindset for this. Please go check out In the Game of Love by @just-dreaming-marvel  & A Rose in London by Dragon_Baron

Also I highly recommend listening to this playlist while reading! I’m not usually one to listen to classical instrumental music but for some reason it really put me in the mood to write this and honestly I wasn't expecting to get this involved or have this fic be so long but here it is!

Eight-thirty, The Royale. John had insisted earlier that day for you to join him and Mary for dinner with his dear friend Sherlock Holmes. In all the time you had known and been acquainted with John you had heard Sherlock's name thrown about here and there but you had yet to meet the mysterious detective. You even started to believe the man might have been a myth or even a ghost because of the lengths John had gone to make sure the two of you never were to meet. He must have been utterly desperate or rather so crying for help when he asked you to tag along, it was a serious matter since apparently Sherlock hadn't met Mary yet and you suspected John was on the brink of proposing to the woman. You seemed to be the only friend Watson had that helped keep him level-headed and sane when Holmes was at his wits.

You quickly mentioned to the host that you were one of the guests under the name of Dr. Watson. To your surprise, the host told you John had yet to arrive, but that his other guest was early and was waiting at your reserved table. You followed the host's lead through the restaurant, shuffling along in your black satin dress, black lace and ruffles going down your skirt, accents of gold thread and detailing running along your long sleeves and corset bodice. You had taken the liberty to slip off your black lace gloves, stuffing them into your purse, and taking a moment to adjust your choker necklace while you walked towards the table.

Once you had laid eyes on who you assumed to be none other than 'The Sherlock Holmes', he was sitting by himself, fiddling with his pocket watch, casually checking the time. The host bowed and presented you to the table but Sherlock had his eyes closed, the man seemed to be meditating, how peculiar you thought. You made it a point to clear your throat rather loudly and leaning against the table right in his field of view.

His head flicked up in an instant, his gaze meeting with yours and he was utterly surprised not only by your beauty but because of the way you seemed to carry yourself, you looked and moved as if you had complete and utter authority almost like you were royalty. He could have been fooled that maybe he was in the presence of a princess. He rather hastily stood up from his seat bowing and gently taking your hand, his lips kissing the back.

"You must be Miss Y/LN, what an honor to finally make your acquaintance." His hand seemed to linger just a bit longer, holding your petite hand in the palm of his, while his eyes never left yours.

"Likewise Mister Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a lot about you actually." Your lips curved into a smile at how proper and polite the man was, you were starting to think was this really the same man John was always on about? It couldn't have been, he was acting normally, civilized not on the brink of insanity like you had heard.

"As have I of you." He flashed you a small smile as well, pulling out your chair and motioning for you to take a seat across from him.

"Thank you..." Your voice whispered under your breath, thanking him while you watched him adjust his coat, sitting down once again.

"For the life of me I'm not sure why it's taken John so long to introduce us properly." He commented rather quickly as his eyes seemed to burn holes into the back of your head. You could already imagine he was observing your every move and detail, trying to figure you out even though he just met you minutes ago.

"I can't imagine why, John must have his reasons I suppose." You voice trailed off, silence filling the space between you two.

"You look lovely tonight." He said quickly filling the silence with words, trying not to make things awkward between you both.

His eyes were squinting at your choker necklace, trying to make out what gem was hanging from the middle. You were caught off guard by his straight forward compliment. According to John it was very rare for Sherlock to compliment anyone, especially a lady like yourself. He wasn't the type to hang around many fair ladies and John might have briefly mentioned Sherlock had an old flame in the past but it was never very serious.

"Thank you. You look..." You voice paused for a moment trying to find the right words.

"...rather dashing, yourself." Your smile was soft and sweet, a small blush running across your cheeks at the compliment you had given him.

Just before Sherlock could open his mouth to say another word the host quickly approached the table and slipped a letter towards him, by the look of the dots and dashes that you could see through the thin sheet of paper, it was a telegraph. Your brow raised, studying his facial expression while it contorted into confusion and quickly into concern. You had a feeling maybe something had gone wrong with John and Mary.

"I assume by the look on your face the news isn't well?" You questioned while Sherlock slowly lowered the letter from his view and nervously smiled back at you.

"And then there were two..." He mumbled under his breath, you could barely understand his words but he shook off the thought and cleared his throat.

"Need not to worry my dear. It looks as if John and Mary, unfortunately, won't be able to make it to dinner. There was some sort of family emergency with Mary's mother, she has fallen quite ill." His facial expression was serious yet there was still some sort of excitement or rather interest in wanting to say seated at the table, he was in no rush to leave dinner so soon it seemed.

The one night that Sherlock had actually made an effort to not only dress formally but actually exiting the house alone was already his way of jumping through hoops for John's sake. Over his dead body that he was going to waste this opportunity to well, of course, have a meal but to also get to know you personally. He was having a hard time trying to figure you out at first, you were a puzzle he couldn't quite piece together but he knew with time and better combing of the details he would know just almost anything about you.

"Oh my, really?! What an unfortunate turn of events..." You let out a small gasp, your hands covering your lips for a brief moment.

"I will have to send my regards to Mary and her mother in the morning." You were now worried about the fact that you were alone with Sherlock, a man you had just met and knew very little about. The only information you had of him was merely through conversations between you and John and fare fetched assumptions.

You thought that maybe if John and Mary had attended you wouldn't be too alone and being able to strike up a conversation would come easier but now you were rather silent, your lips pursed shut. You had to sit through a whole dinner service with him and from what John had told you about Sherlock he was quite the intuitive individual, he could figure you out in minutes, know everything about you just by the minor details. Maybe if you turned the tables and you were the one digging deeper into Sherlock, you could learn more about him, deflecting any questions he might have had about you. Although you were a bit guilty of wanting to know what was fact and what was fiction about the charming man in front of you.

"Well now...it would be an awful shame to waste such a lovely dinner like this. Would you care to join me despite the circumstances?" His fingers now fiddling with the silverware on the table.

"I must agree with you there Mister Holmes. I am quite famished and I'm sure you don't want to send a lady home on an empty stomach, do you?" You questioned right back at him, a small chuckle coming from him.

"Absolutely not, that would be very brutish of me." Before you could give him another compliment on his remarkable skills of being polite, he waved the waiter over, quickly whispering into his ear the order for food and wine.

Once his gaze was back and focused on just you, he continued to ramble. For some reason you had quickly grown fond of how intelligent his tone of voice seemed to sound, words elegantly gliding off his tongue.

"Y/BS. I assume that you were born in Y/BM? The gem is exquisite." His eyes trailed to your neck, observing the beautiful stone that hung from the necklace.

"Correct, you certainly know your gemstones Mister Holmes-" You words interrupted by his.

"Sherlock. Please call me Sherlock." He corrected you.

"Well then Sherlock, you may call me Y/N," You smiled once more, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear as he nodded in agreement.

"So, Sherlock I've been wondering, is it true you can guess what someone does just by looking at them?" You were quite curious to know what exactly his skillset really was.

"In fact, the little details are by far the most important." His face was serious and the sparkle in his eye was now rather focused on you and only you.

"Then how about me, what little details have you been able to observe so far?" You asked eagerly to know exactly what he thought of you, it was exciting yet making butterflies go wild in your stomach.

"Oh Y/N I don't think we should be doing this over dinner-" Sherlock was stuttering at this point, he seemed nervous all of a sudden.

"I insist." You voice sharp like a knife, determined to see if he really could have you all figured out.

"If the lady insists." He darted right back at you, his body leaning closer into the table, elbows resting, his hands holding his head up whilst he stared at you.

You sat there quietly while Sherlock was observing you, his fingers stroking his chin in deep thought. You could have sworn for a moment you got lost in the deep seas of his brown eyes, the more you felt self conscious. You seemed to be questioning everything now. Was it the right choice wearing this necklace, should you have picked a different dress, had you powdered your nose enough?!

"You're a dressmaker. The callouses on your fingers suggesting you work closely with sewing and altering women's garments. Maybe you have even pricked yourself a few times by the tiny scar marks on the pads of your fingertips," The way he had guessed correctly with such ease was astonishing, you were speechless but Sherlock continued to ramble like he always did.

"Your dress alone tells me that you perhaps made it yourself, custom made, there was no way that you would show up to this special occasion wearing another markers dress. Your perfume, sweet smelling and hints of rose, maybe it's your favorite flower? Clearly you seem to be well off enough because your choker was crafted with finest black velvet and bought from the jewelry shop on Adams street. It's the only shop in town that serves only those willing to spend a good pound," He raised his eyebrows at you the more that your face seemed to flush at how could he have gotten everything right on the spot.

"If it weren't for those tiny details you could have had me fooled but I can tell by the way your face seems to be red as a tomato I must have hit the nail on the head so to speak. Regardless none the less you are quite an astonishing lady Y/N." He finally finished off with a smirk on his face knowing that he had hit the bullseye on everything about you.

"Right on all counts Sherlock. I'm thoroughly impressed, you're clearly sharper than what I had expected." You admit, dumbfounded at how easily he had figured you out.

"And what exactly were you expecting Y/N?" He leaned in closer eager to hear what you had to say. He also seemed to be growing fond of the way you spoke, your regal like tone, it's as if you owned the whole room.

"I was expecting a rather manic detective, an unorganized individual, and someone who has no regard for the feelings of others but you seem to be quite the opposite from the description John told me." You saw the way Sherlock's eyes quickly looked side to side, his fingers drumming against the empty plate in front of him as you made your statement.

You were a woman after all and nothing escaped a woman's eyes, let alone her intuition. Clearly you had assumed that at least one things you said was correct about Sherlock but you decided not to pester on, you did want to have a pleasant dinner.

"I hope to continue to impress as the evening carries on. The last thing I want is to leave with you a fowl impression." He says nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair.

"So far I think you're doing a rather fine job in being able to impress me." You hesitantly reached your hand over the table and laid your hand on top of his, the contact of your skin against his was warm, comforting, and you hoped that maybe just maybe he wouldn't pull away.

To your surprise he held your hand from across the table as the two of you began to chat up a storm the whole night. As food and wine began to be consumed the more comfortable you both had gotten with being in each other's presence. The two of you ended up staying at The Royale until the wee hours of the night until the restaurant basically had to kick the two of you out.

Your arm was looped together with Sherlocks while you both stumbled out of the restaurant in a fit of laughter, your body leaning into his side.

"Oh my Sherlock! We really have lost track of time, there isn't a carriage in sight at all." You looked around the empty streets of London, it must have been midnight maybe even later as you glanced up at the moonlight, it was a full moon.

"Oh look at that, we really did. If there are no carriages then we must use our feet, let us walk on my dear." He started to guide the both of you in the direction of his flat on Baker street, you shuffled close to him as the cold nights breeze was making you shiver, how silly of you not to even bring a coat of some kind.

While the two of you walked in unison Sherlock took notice of how your fingers curled up into his arm, you body snuggling into his side for warmth. He stopped in his tracks causing you to turn to him in confusion. He unbuttoned his coat and gently draped it over your shoulders, wrapping you in his coat to keep you warm.

"Thank you, you really are such a gentleman." You commented while your fingers gripped the coat to keep it tightly around you, his arm going back in place looping with yours.

"I can't let you freeze to death or else I'm sure John would be quite upset at me." He said with a light chuckle.

"You have a very unique bond with him like brothers almost, am I correct?"

"Almost but rather so I tolerate him and he puts up with my unusual antics from time to time." His hand goes up to hold yours, stroking the back of your hand softly.

"You know, not everything he says about you is negative. There are a lot of positive things I've heard as well. You're forever more a mystery Sherlock. Even after spending hours with you at dinner I still can't quite put my finger on you." You shyly admitted that truly in fact you were trying to figure him out all night and even between sips of wine and hilarious stories he told, you still had little to no information about who really was Sherlock Holmes.

"A mystery you say?" He questioned, you could hear the utter curiosity and interest peaking in his voice alone.

"Yes..." You halted your steps turning towards Sherlock to face him, you gripped his hand a bit tighter and using your other hand you cupped the side of his face that was being bathed in the blue hue of the moonlight.

"You're a mystery that I intend to keep solving." You declared, maybe it was the wine talking or maybe it was the butterflies that had been flying around in your stomach for the past few hours ever since you laid eyes on the man but you knew you felt some sort of attraction to him at this point.

"Oh really? I thought I was the detective in this scenario." He couldn't keep in his chuckle while looking deep into your eyes, his hand had also made its way to your cheek, his thumb stroking your smooth skin, you could feel him gravitating towards you and you towards him.

"And what exactly do you suppose this 'scenario' between us really is?" You answered his question with another one, leaving him a bit dumbfounded at how you could so easily disarm him that way, leaving him with no words.

"I do hope it's rather a good one to keep on continuing together, don't you think?"

"I would love that." Your voice almost a whisper as your lips were just inches away from his before you took the leap of faith and pressed closer, his lips meeting with yours.

His hands were clutching at your cheeks making sure your lips didn't run away from his in the moment. You were holding on tightly to his shirt pulling him in closer as the two of you were kissing under the moonlight, your bodies being lit in the bluish white colors of the night sky. The breeze was flowing through your up-do and Sherlock had slowly pulled away, both of your breathes heavy before looking into each other's eyes and smiling.

From that moment on the rest seemed to be history, your life had done a complete turn around from what you had even imagined after meeting him. Your life that seemed to be of a boring dressmaker was now turned into one full of adventure and action while you pushed forward to follow Sherlock and become his lover but also his sidekick. You were thankful for that special night you were able to have with him and dare you say you were actually thankful John and Mary couldn't attend dinner. Who knows maybe you would have never met Sherlock Holmes but you were glad that fate had other plans for you in the cards.

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more sherlock x male reader pls!!!!! maybe sleep deprived reader or solving cases together

Hii!! I've already been planning another Sherlock fic, so this request was extra motivation!! I thought I'd be able to write and edit it before Monday, but sadly, I'm currently dying from stomach ache, so it'll take longer than I thought TwT

But I got a rough idea of what I'll eventually post!!

My favourite Sherlock x Reader fics are ones where the reader gets to be a part of solving mysteries! So I'm slowly writing Sherlock x masc!artist!reader where the reader would be vital to solving the case. Here's the summary that I wrote down in my notes:

Sherlock got a new case but has been stuck for days due to his limited knowledge of the local community of artists. In search of answers, he turns to the Baker Street Irregulars. After a while, they led him to a fascinating young artist who's not opposed to helping Sherlock and opens the doors to his bohemian circles.

I'm not certain what kind of artist the reader should be. I'm torn between making him a painter or maybe a writer. So, if you're interested in the fic, please let me know what kind of an artist reader should be!

I also have a very early concept of a cute fic with a poly relationship between John, Sherlock and the reader, where John takes care of his sleep-deprived boyfriends :3

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Total Eclipse (P.1)

Title: Total Eclipse (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Sherlock Holmes (RDJ). Sherlock had an impression on the reader from a formative age but he was always so busy running with cases. Their moments of passions were coveted between the two but they were few and far between. He left with Watson on a case and in that time, her parents found her a suitable man to give her to. Wealthy and accomplished. Sherlock and her have not been able to let go of each other though. Words: 1,816 Warnings (for the whole fic): Angst, infidelity, smut, swearing, substance abuse, non liner storyline, character death, 18+ as always Author’s Note: more warnings may be added for other chapters. As always, 18+. Also, the song inspo is def Total Eclipse of the Heart but its the Blvck Ceiling remix!

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The carriage came to a stop outside the glove shop in front of you. It matched the description on the note that had mysteriously found its way into your cosmetics bag at home last night. And as the note had said, the gloves you picked up were already paid for. A practical gift from an absurdly practical man. One you could easily explain away to your husband as a gift he had simply given to you that he had forgotten that he had. He gifted items to you so often, it would not be hard to have this small token pass under his radar. Small to him but it was a symbol of a large wedge in your marriage, and it would always be.

The door opened and Sherlock was leaning out, smiling coyly. “May I offer you a ride, ma’am?”

“Do you even know where I am going?”

“Well, no. But if you would tell me…” You kept your face neutral at his toying and told him the address. He smiled broadly and said, “What a coincidence. I am heading that way and it looks like it might rain…” He turned his eyes skyward. It was cloudy. What a coincidence indeed. There was playfulness in his eyes as he pressed, “Ma’am?”

Sighing, you took his hand and let him help you into the carriage. He swung the door closed and tapped the wall behind him. The carriage took off.

“My, I’m pleased I was able to assist you,” Sherlock started cordially. “That is quite a lovely gown. Persian silk, is it not?”

“It is,” you answered stiffly.

You hated the games he played. He was going to pick you apart just for his own amusement now. Comment on all your riches simply because he had such a keen eye for everything with his travels and his intellect. And also because he liked you to remember how intelligent he was; it was something about him that had drawn you in in the first place. It still impressed you but now you knew it was him simply being petty more than anything. He wanted you and he wanted it badly. He was superior to your husband intellectually and always would be, something that would eat away at you. And besides intellect… Sherlock knew how to work your body like a well-tuned clock. This was foreplay for him. Assessing everything that had been going on with you in his absence since your last tussle in the sheets.

“Hmm. What lengths your family or husband must have gone to to acquire that fabric. You must really be special. Or they’re just woefully arrogant about their wealth.”

You shot him a disapproving look and he merely smirked briefly.

“I think it’s the latter personally. But what do I know? I haven’t seen you for four months.”

“Yes. What do you know?” you quipped.

“How is your son?” he returned quickly.

“With the nanny.”

“How aristocratic.”

“You never wanted children,” you told him tightly, getting tired of his questioning.

You knew why you were here. He was jealous still, even more so that you had had a child. And especially a child that was not his. He had been on a case across Europe at the time of conception… leaving no doubt about the father. But he was here now, wanting what he always wanted. A piece of you.

The two of you grasped at whatever pieces of the other you could get to hold close.

“Presumptive. We don’t know each other,” Sherlock replied, shooting you a look. You glared back and he merely simpered in response. “You look tired of the games.”

“I can’t even begin to describe how tired I am.”

The shades were drawn immediately by him, leaving the two of you in almost total darkness.

He was on you in a second and he pulled you close. “And how lonely?”

“Did you really shut yourself inside for four months?” you hissed back at him, as his hands played with the buttons of your bodice. “You are one to talk about loneliness! Watson told me!”

“I was only inside for two,” Sherlock responded lightly, as if that made it any better. “I had a case I did. But… two months inside was nothing. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? And why is Watson tattling to you?”

His hands were running up your sides, holding you close. His breath was hot, and he was coming in quickly. He claimed your mouth with his, the kiss deep and passionate. His tongue slipped past your lips, swirling and you responded in like. The two of you were panting with the intensity, hands grasping tightly on each other.

Sherlock managed to pull you down to the floor of the carriage and you hit him in protest. “My skirts! The dirty floor!”

“Say you fell. Make up a story of a heroic war hero – think of Watson for inspiration – helped you up off the cobble stone. It’ll make a great dinner story,” Sherlock spoke in hushed tones as he turned you around.

Your hands hit the opposite seat, chest planted firmly against it. Your heart was beating loudly in anticipation of the pleasure you were about to engage in. And the excitement that you truly could be caught at any moment if the carriage stopped for any reason.

Sherlock’s lips were at your neck, kissing up earnestly. He sucked deeply and you knew to let him; he knew the rules. He would never suck hard enough to leave a mark. No matter how much he wanted to. He nipped at your ear before circling back down; you turned your head to let him pull you back into a kiss.

He took this distracted opportunity to pull away, leaving you in a haze as he pushed your skirts up. You had done specifically as he liked and he was impressed.

“No undergarments,” Sherlock commented quietly his hands gripping the sides of your ass. “That’s very inappropriate and screams hussy in society. But… it’s very appropriate for me. I’m just delighted.”

“Will you get on with it?” You said impatiently. He always spoke so much and at the most inopportune time.

He chortled at you. “Always rushing. It’s what got you into your marriage in the first place, my love.”

His fingers traced. Running down between your thighs and pressing your legs open as you huffed indignantly at his rude comment. He always had to talk down about the situation you had found yourself in as a woman, no less. He knew why you had given in and still!

“And the fact—oh!” You gasped loudly at the last.

Sherlock’s fingers had dipped into your folds. He laughed quietly and warned you.

“Quiet now, dear. I paid the driver for discretion about who was in the carriage. Not discretion about any gossip he might hear. We should hurry it up though. We’ve taken three turns which means there are only four left. About fifteen minutes.”

Sometimes it paid off how perceptive he was but it still annoyed you right now when all you wanted to do was get off.

“How I wish I could turn around and sink onto you. That would ensure this would be done quickly,” you hissed at him.

You felt him at your entrance immediately and he pushed in. You groaned and he did in turn too. He filled you to the brim and sat stationary for just a moment, seeming to cherish the feeling before pulling out and setting himself a good pace. You pressed back onto him and one of his arms came to hold you tight across your chest. He still laid sloppy kisses along your exposed skin at your neck as he fucked you.

“Another turn,” you said sarcastically, just to rile him up.

And it worked.

He increased his pace in response, driving deeper. You lost your breath, fingers digging into the carriage seat as his teeth sunk in slightly. Bastard. He was pressing the rules just to teach you a lesson to be quiet and let him work.

His hand slipped back down to toy at your nub and your breath quickened.

Sherlock’s hand slapped across your mouth in anticipation. You hated he could read you so damn well. You moaned against his hand, your cunt clenching around his cock. His fingers dug in on your cheek, struggling to hold your pleasure in as you came undone as you were drawing it out of him with your tightness. He grunted loudly, sputtering. And then he was spasming just like you.

The third turn. The two of you felt and you were away from each other in a messy way. You pulled yourself back up onto the seat, touching at your hair. No, that was fine. He was always careful to not mess that up unless you two were spending the night together.

Across from you, Sherlock straightened at his waist coat. “The ball two days from now—” he started to say.

“It’s a masquerade.” You straightened your skirts out and sad back down on the carriage seat opposite him. You pressed them down further and did not miss the amused expression on his face.

“I’m quite aware, darling. Perfect opportunity.”

“For you to greet everyone? Come out of your shell?” you returned.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Watson told me I should.”

“I’m telling you that you should.”

“And that is enough.”

He had a sincere look in his eyes.

In your tryst, the rain truly had started to fall, a steady beat on the top of the carriage.

You had only been married for less than two years. And god, how you wished it was to him. But that was never to be.

The carriage came to its final turn and your house was so close. Your big… big house. It was so empty. The two of you were locked in a gaze just as the carriage came to a stop.

Swallowing sharply, you grabbed your purse off the bench beside you and said loudly, “Thank you for your courtesy. My husband would have been angry if this silk had been ruined in the rain.”

“You better run quick since there’s no butler here to greet you.”

“Ass,” you snapped, and he smiled again. You hated his smug smile so much, but you cherished seeing it too all the same. You climbed out, reluctantly taking his hand to help.

“You didn’t even say ‘welcome back’.”

He was actually pouting.

“You’ve already made yourself at home, dear,” you quipped.

You slammed the carriage door in his face and heard him chuckle from inside.

Turning, you went up the pathway quickly to the gate and threw it open, not bothering to look back. You knew you would see him again at the ball. The light rain was no bother.

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May I request RDJ Sherlock pining over the reader but he doesn't want to confess his feelings but Watson somehow outs him. Lots of pining please! Thank you!

This was bad. He had all these feelings and didn't know how to deal with them. For once the great detective was at a loss.

As he sat in his room pondering what he should do, Watson had entered the flat. At first his friend didn't notice him sitting in his chair quietly.

John was happily talking about something that happened in town today.

Sherlock just put on a smile and immediately looked as if he had been listening. John seemed to buy it as he rambled on. The detective resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood from his chair.

John grabbed the newspaper, which had been discarded to one side, and then sat down. He noticed Sherlock pacing about.

"What's got into you?"

Sherlock turns to John and puts on a smile again.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You're acting strange. More than you usually do." John drops the paper in his lap and stares intently at his friend.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. I think I know." John smirks as he sits back comfortably.

"Do you now? Then pray tell."

"You're not denying your weird behaviour?"

"What? Yes, no!" Sherlock speaks quickly. "If you're so clever, then tell me what you think is going on. Then I'll deny it."

"Y/N left this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days and, really do correct me if I'm wrong, but you're missing them already. You miss Y/N so much, it's painful waiting for their return. Are you, perhaps, in love with then?"

Sherlock stands up straighter and raises his chin up.

"No."

John just laughs and shakes his head.

"You liar."

Sherlock, not happy with the way John was looking at him, sat back down in his chair and faced his friend.

"You have no idea what's running through my mind right now."

"Oh, I think I do." Watson replies, smugly.

"Seven days. Y/N will be gone seven days."

"I know. I got their letter."

"Seven days without them is far too long. That's seven days without their voice, their presence, their company, their laughter."

"You really have thought about this, haven't you, Sherlock?" John spoke softly this time. His friend was pining for your return.

"I need Y/N." Sherlock speaks quietly. John had never seen his friend like this before.

"You're in love, Sherlock."

Silence settles between them. Sherlock is looking far into the distance, John looking at him.

Even Gladstone, who had been quietly resting on the floor, was looking up at Sherlock.

"Love?"

"Yes, Sherlock. When Y/N returns, tell them."

"But, that's seven days away." Sherlock whines in a rather childish manner.

"You have plenty of time to think it over. Think about what you'll say and do when they get back." John smiles.

"Right. Yes."

"Who knows, maybe you'll be as happy as I am with Mary."

"Maybe."

John just shakes his head with a smile as he raises from his seat.

"How about some tea?"

"Yes, alright."

John chuckles as he leaves the room.

Sherlock continues to sit there in silence as he thinks it all over.

"Seven days..." he mutters.

The panic set in. Seven days wasn't that much time at all. You would be back before he knew it.

What was he suppose to do?!

[downeyreads]

Irresistible

Summary: Robert gets asked on an interview where or in what he finds you, his fiancé, completely irresistible.

Genre: Fluff and very slight smut.

Word Count: 1,292

A/N: This is the first oneshot I have ever written in my life. I hope it is worth reading and it does not have much mistakes. I also hope you will stick around to read my further blogs :) POLITE criticism and future oneshot ideas/requests are always welcome.  

"Hello to one and all, welcome to the Howard Stern Show and we're back with the ever charming and newly engaged Robert Downey Jr!" Howard announced.

"Yes, i sure am all of that; thank you very much." Robert said into the microphone attached to the headset with a wide grin. He just couldn't hold it in anymore, he absolutely had to do this interview. He couldn't wait to tell the whole world that y/n was his soon-to-be-wife. Oh he how loved saying that, that y/n would be his wife. But he knew he had to restrain himself from calling her the missus.

It was…too soon?

Well, for now fiancé would do just fine. He still had to take in the feeling that his beautiful and witty y/n had agreed to marry him.

“I cannot even begin this interview without talking about your beautiful fiancé and how the internet is going absolutely crazy about your engagement, in all the good ways obviously..” Howard said with a light laugh.  

“I wouldn't want this interview to start any other way either and yeah... again me and the internet have a lot in common” Robert replied with a light chuckle of his own.

“Like...I mean.. you and y/n did have a little fling back then when you were both shooting Sherlock Holmes and everyone just thought it was just another Hollywood cover page hookup that would be forgotten, but you both actually did go the distance together. And oh! You both hid this for so long with such perfection and now we hear you both are engaged! That's absolutely crazy..” the host beamed with excitement.

“Man, I don't know about the magazines but all those lovely people on the accounts dedicated to me and her on Instagram and Twitter saw it coming” Robert replied.

He absolutely loved reading what the fan accounts had to say about him and y/n.

It was not that he depended on the public opinion to make his choices for him but often his curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to know if the people were as happy of them being together as he was.

Sometimes, if he found one or two good posts, he would often recite them to her.

“Hey y/n” he lightly shouted facing the kitchen while he tried to hold in his laughter.

Y/n peeked her head out of the door “Downey I can cook but you just won’t let me, right? Just trust me on this one, I wouldn’t burn the house down. I mean, i’ll try not to, but that was one time. Second time’s the charm.”

“I did not, for even once doubt your culinary skills sweetheart” he replied with a smirk, “but just come here for one second and see what..” he glanced at the username and this time couldn’t hold in his laugh anymore “...@roberty/nswhore has to say”

Y/n strutted over to the couch, wiping her hands on the way to where Robert was, laughing lightly and then proceeded to take a seat on his lap.

“What?” she asked, now really interested.

He showed her a picture of them at the premiere of Sherlock Holmes that the account had posted. “She says and I quote ‘My mutherfuckin’ parents, just look at how good and powerful they look together. My bi brain is quaking sksksk..”

They both laughed in unison. Y/n didn’t miss the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on his lips and said, “You ever wondered that if they knew you stalked their profiles, would they post more of this stuff or less?”

He double tapped the post and said, “I have absolutely no idea darling.”

Howard laughed and spoke into the mic, “I may have seen one or two of them and let me just say they got what they deserved. You and y/n have one of the most loyal and supportive fan bases”

“Yes we do and I could never be more thankful of the people who don’t forget to remind me that I am still the best and me and y/n make the hottest couple in the entirety of the universe”

“No doubts there. You both do make one of the most hottest couples in Hollywod-“

“-in the universe I said Howard, don’t twist the facts” Robert interrupted with the classic Downey grin.

“I must apologise, you both do make one of the hottest couples in the universe. Right, that sounds way better. So as I was saying, you and y/n are probably the most beautiful people I have ever interviewed. You both get people hot and bothered whenever one of your photos gets out. I just wanted to ask what is something that Y/n does or wear that gets you hot and bothered? And let me just add that I am not taking ‘she’s sexy in everything she does’ as an answer”, he asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I was just going to say that but…oh god everything she does is actually very sexy. Um..okay. I think I can answer this without getting flustered”

He could not, he knew that.

“Let’s see, I think she’s very sexy when she’s with my girls; Miss Brain and Fuzzy especially. Y/n absolutely loves them and they lover her back. And when she gets competitive. Yeah she’s very competitive, like when she’s playing some sport or a video game or when she had a fight seen with me in Sherlock Holmes. When she gets in the mood of winning and she gets in control, it’s a sight worth watching.” Robert said with a hint of red on his cheeks.

“This is so hot” Robert said as he was straddled by Y/n on top of him, holding his wrists above his head.

“CUT!” Ritchie said from the director’s chair, clearly annoyed and amused simultaneously by the two secret lovers.

“Just try to keep it in your pants Downey. How many more retakes do want?” Y/n asked. They still had not moved from their rather interesting position despite the director yelling cut.

“Just enough of them so that you can feel it through my pants”

“If you don’t shut that witty mouth of yours up and let us get home early, I swear to god I will…” Y/n trailed off.

“You will…?” Robert teasingly asked, not forgetting to slightly roll his hips against hers as she sat right over his crotch. Oh, she could do as many things to him as she wanted for however long she wanted and he would happily comply. He loved teasing her; it brought a side of hers that he found absolutely erotic.

“I will tie you up on this bed, absolutely naked with nothing but a pillow covering ‘it’. And I will make sure it gets into the film as well” Y/n replied with narrowed eyes and a smirk plastered over her lips.

“I’d love to see you try, honey”

“I already said cut! Please move and get a room you two.” Ritchie shouted again.

“I love her in anything she wears or does. I think it’s like she has become my habit, you know? She would wake up in the morning with bed hair but I’d still call her beautiful, because she is. And she becomes even more beautiful the next morning I wake up by her side. She’s the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever met, and I am even more grateful that she’ll, one day that is not far away, be my missus.” He couldn’t help but smile the widest he had ever. Every single word that he had spoken was true to its core. He had never been this thankful to anyone in his life. He just hoped that y/n felt the same.

And she did.

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