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SH: There's more.Much more.Something big's coming,isn't it?
SH: Don't you want me on the floor,too?
šSherlock doing this to reader š©ā¤ļøš¦
1. whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover
2. wrapping your arms around your lover's neck
3. kisses traveling from your lover's nose to their lips
Hello my dear @lady-harvey you sent this months ago but I hope you enjoy what I came up with. I don't even remember where this prompt list resides anymore haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy the soft boy and hi everyone, I live!
Berry Kisses
Summary: Sherlock's kisses are one thing you cannot live without anymore. He can't resist you anymore than when he's on the trail of a killer. You live for the quiet moments where you can be at peace with each other, if even for a short while.
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethoundā (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
You live for these moments when Sherlock allows himself to rest, a short reprieve from the demands of his day. He wonāt admit it outside the doors of 221B, but when you crawl up on the bed to straddle him, he canāt look away. This is one of the best parts of his day, these quiet moments with you.
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imagine having a laughing fit with š Sherlock, something unusual and so sweet.
Yess omg this would be so sweet like you make a joke trying not to think about all this work you have to do so he starts nuzzling you and it tickles then your hands find his ribs and he starts giggling. Minutes later you're in a full blown tickle fight and he's looking at you with such love and adoration and you pull him in for a gentle kiss.
Drunk Confessions
A/N: Finally, after having not posted for such a long time... I can post a fic I had as a WIP since last year... I hope I get to write more again, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Words: 1k
Warnings: Nothing, just some drunk sherlock?
After you received a message from Sherlock, that you should come as soon as possible to Baker street, minus the spelling errors; which you dismissed he messaged while being in trouble⦠You dropped anything you where doing and hurried outside to hail a cab; to take you to 221B.
The moment the cab halt, you paid the driver and rushed up the stairs to find Sherlock with John sitting towards each other with notes attached on their foreheads and from the liquor in their hand; you could probably tell, that they had too much for this evening, with how wasted they areā¦
As you gasped for air, you let yourself drop on the doorframe, drawing the attention from the two men. You noticed a smile spreading on Sherlock lips the second his eyes where on you, but it wasnāt a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he canāt do it, but when he does; itās either false ones that you can tell apart from the real, since the real ones are rare and shows how comfortable he is with someone, that he shows it; unlike the fake ones, where he drops his smile immediately the moment the person turns they face away from him; which you noticed a few timesā¦
A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.
āI kneeeeeeeew it!ā he exclaimed, pointing to Sherlock, then he took a sip from his drink.
You furrowed your brows in further confusion, but shaking your head; you got your phone out of your pocket and wrote Mary; telling her she should pick up her drunken fiancé⦠Just as you were done writing the text; a client walked into the flat and asked for Sherlock; but you kindly explained she should come tomorrow, since it gotten late. It made you wonder if clients show up at any hour of the dayā¦
Sherlock, of courseā¦He protested that the client shouldnāt leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It couldāve been a missed opportunity for a case that could have gotten his interest; but you simply pushed him back in his armchair when he tried to stand up.
āYou can work tomorrowā¦Now you better rest, so youāll be sober for the next dayā¦ā
He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions heās capable of working, but he faltered instantly; which you took as a sign that he gave in. When you turned to help John downstairs; where Mary would pick him up; still you felt his eyes bore onto you.
As Mary left with John; she gave you an apologetic glance before they got into a cab; leaving you to deal with a drunken Sherlock.
When you stepped through the door, Sherlock sat still in his armchair, his posture relaxed; his eyes on something. You never saw him resting like that, but it most likely came from the alcoholā¦
His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this againā¦
This warm smile.
āWellā¦letās get you sobered upā¦ā you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didnāt and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.
āYou have such soft hands...ā,he murmured, keeping his eyes on your hand; rubbing his thumb along your palm.
You gently withdrawn your hand feeling the a heat rise on your cheeks; before you could say something again that he needs to rest, he slowly stood up wobbly on his own; leaning his hand your shoulder for support.
With you by his side, you brought him to his bedroom and only helped to remove his shoes and his suit jacket. It didnāt need to get more awkward than it already was for you.
Just as you turned the night light off and wanting to head to the living room; you felt your hand taken again and a warm feeling on it. You peeked over your shoulder; seeing Sherlock lean his cheek on it, with his eyes closed.
You tried to withdraw your hand, but at the same time, you didnāt mind it much. So, you stayed for a while and heard Sherlock snoring softly.
**********
The next morning you were preparing some tea and some water with some painkillers. You assumed he'll have a headache after yesterdayā¦
Just as you wanted to get your stuff from the couch and leave for your own flat; you heard a door open followed with some footsteps.
āMorning.ā You greeted him with a smile, which disappeared the moment you thought about yesterday again... It made you wonder if he remembered his drunken behavior or if he ādeletedā it from his āhard driveā.
Sherlock acknowledged you with a slight nod and went for the water and painkillers.
You watched him silently drink the water but felt uncomfortable for you staring at him. So you thought it was better to go. As you took a single step; Sherlock called your name, drawing your attention back to him.
āAbout yesterday-ā
You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; āNo! Itās alrightā¦I know you didnāt mean thatā¦ā
Sherlock stared at you, and you could tell he thought for his next words, as he slowly opened his mouth to only closed it again.
āI..I really like you, and I mean... Itā
You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.
ā I meanā¦I like you more than a friendā¦ā
You froze on the spot at his confession as weird as the situation was you wanted to show him you felt the same, so you got out of your stupor and hugged him. It definitely caught him by surprise.
āDo youā¦feel the same?ā he asked cautiously.
You only nodded and said while chuckling; āYes.ā
Sherlock hummed in thought. āI might have to thank John for thisā¦it was his idea to text youā¦ā
You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew itā¦Did he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didnāt matter anymore. The only thing what matteredā¦
ā¦was now.
Aww this was so adorable! Awesome jobā£ļøššš
Thank you! @silversword7000
Sherlock: *makes a deduction about the characteristics of the killer*
Y/n: *looks at Sherlock with a look of love*
Sherlock: *stops when he notices Y/n is silent* What are you doing?
Y/n: *with an expression of falling in love and a sweet smile* You're smart.. I love you.
Sherlock: *stopped responding and looked at Y/n with a blank expression*
John: *sighing* I think you broke him.
I still believe this to be the BEST throw and catch I've ever witnessed.
John's confidence in Sherlock with that very careless and casual throw and Sherlock's reflexes in catching it is just mind blowing!
Drunk Confessions
A/N: Finally, after having not posted for such a long time... I can post a fic I had as a WIP since last year... I hope I get to write more again, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Words: 1k
Warnings: Nothing, just some drunk sherlock?
After you received a message from Sherlock, that you should come as soon as possible to Baker street, minus the spelling errors; which you dismissed he messaged while being in trouble⦠You dropped anything you where doing and hurried outside to hail a cab; to take you to 221B.
The moment the cab halt, you paid the driver and rushed up the stairs to find Sherlock with John sitting towards each other with notes attached on their foreheads and from the liquor in their hand; you could probably tell, that they had too much for this evening, with how wasted they areā¦
As you gasped for air, you let yourself drop on the doorframe, drawing the attention from the two men. You noticed a smile spreading on Sherlock lips the second his eyes where on you, but it wasnāt a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he canāt do it, but when he does; itās either false ones that you can tell apart from the real, since the real ones are rare and shows how comfortable he is with someone, that he shows it; unlike the fake ones, where he drops his smile immediately the moment the person turns they face away from him; which you noticed a few timesā¦
A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.
āI kneeeeeeeew it!ā he exclaimed, pointing to Sherlock, then he took a sip from his drink.
You furrowed your brows in further confusion, but shaking your head; you got your phone out of your pocket and wrote Mary; telling her she should pick up her drunken fiancé⦠Just as you were done writing the text; a client walked into the flat and asked for Sherlock; but you kindly explained she should come tomorrow, since it gotten late. It made you wonder if clients show up at any hour of the dayā¦
Sherlock, of courseā¦He protested that the client shouldnāt leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It couldāve been a missed opportunity for a case that could have gotten his interest; but you simply pushed him back in his armchair when he tried to stand up.
āYou can work tomorrowā¦Now you better rest, so youāll be sober for the next dayā¦ā
He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions heās capable of working, but he faltered instantly; which you took as a sign that he gave in. When you turned to help John downstairs; where Mary would pick him up; still you felt his eyes bore onto you.
As Mary left with John; she gave you an apologetic glance before they got into a cab; leaving you to deal with a drunken Sherlock.
When you stepped through the door, Sherlock sat still in his armchair, his posture relaxed; his eyes on something. You never saw him resting like that, but it most likely came from the alcoholā¦
His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this againā¦
This warm smile.
āWellā¦letās get you sobered upā¦ā you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didnāt and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.
āYou have such soft hands...ā,he murmured, keeping his eyes on your hand; rubbing his thumb along your palm.
You gently withdrawn your hand feeling the a heat rise on your cheeks; before you could say something again that he needs to rest, he slowly stood up wobbly on his own; leaning his hand your shoulder for support.
With you by his side, you brought him to his bedroom and only helped to remove his shoes and his suit jacket. It didnāt need to get more awkward than it already was for you.
Just as you turned the night light off and wanting to head to the living room; you felt your hand taken again and a warm feeling on it. You peeked over your shoulder; seeing Sherlock lean his cheek on it, with his eyes closed.
You tried to withdraw your hand, but at the same time, you didnāt mind it much. So, you stayed for a while and heard Sherlock snoring softly.
**********
The next morning you were preparing some tea and some water with some painkillers. You assumed he'll have a headache after yesterdayā¦
Just as you wanted to get your stuff from the couch and leave for your own flat; you heard a door open followed with some footsteps.
āMorning.ā You greeted him with a smile, which disappeared the moment you thought about yesterday again... It made you wonder if he remembered his drunken behavior or if he ādeletedā it from his āhard driveā.
Sherlock acknowledged you with a slight nod and went for the water and painkillers.
You watched him silently drink the water but felt uncomfortable for you staring at him. So you thought it was better to go. As you took a single step; Sherlock called your name, drawing your attention back to him.
āAbout yesterday-ā
You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; āNo! Itās alrightā¦I know you didnāt mean thatā¦ā
Sherlock stared at you, and you could tell he thought for his next words, as he slowly opened his mouth to only closed it again.
āI..I really like you, and I mean... Itā
You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.
ā I meanā¦I like you more than a friendā¦ā
You froze on the spot at his confession as weird as the situation was you wanted to show him you felt the same, so you got out of your stupor and hugged him. It definitely caught him by surprise.
āDo youā¦feel the same?ā he asked cautiously.
You only nodded and said while chuckling; āYes.ā
Sherlock hummed in thought. āI might have to thank John for thisā¦it was his idea to text youā¦ā
You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew itā¦Did he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didnāt matter anymore. The only thing what matteredā¦
ā¦was now.

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Severed and Broken(Part 2 ofĀ āDeduce Meā)
So many people requested a 2nd part toĀ āDeduce Meā, so here it is! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst (no fluffs given here), Itās short. Reader is broken.Ā
Pairings/Characters: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader, Mycroft Holmes
āAnd why should I do this for you, Sherlock?ā Mycroftās question grated on Sherlockās nerves. āMycroft, I do not ask you for anything. I donāt need favors from you in normal circumstances, but I need this.ā Mycroft cocked his head to the side for a moment as he thought. When John had called him and told him what Sherlock had done, Mycroft was determined to stay out of it. But now Sherlock was here, asking for his help. And Mycroft liked you. You were good for Sherlock.
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Ouch but it hurts to good
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i think about that one episode where sherlock and mycroft are playing board games all the time and i just think it would be so silly if sherlock found a girlfriend who managed to blow him away in every, single. one.
operation, sorry, trouble, chess, checkers, scrabble, battleship, jenga, clue (as once mentioned by john in a separate episode), life... you name it, they've played it and he's lost.
Alright this is equally sweet and hilarious. Buckle up because I hadn't planned to blurb or spitball so much of this idea, but I like it a whole lot.
Board Game Nights
Sherlock would be frustrated, practically squatting in his beloved chair and ruffling his curls in frustration muttering "how???" utterly baffled you can compete with him and his wit. I wonder though in this scenario the possibility of you (the girlfriend) being a professional tabletop gamer, so you spend your time studying strategy and pick up on his quirks, likes and dislikes outside of the weekly or daily gaming nights he insists you do for at least an hour or two. Every time he is baffled with the outcome - you do let him win once or twice, but alas you're competitive nature doesn't allow you to be so forgiving.
Blooming Chemistry
Relationship: University!Sherlock Holmes x reader
Warnings: mutual pining, idiots to friends to lovers, confessions, slight angst, fluff, nervous sherlock
Summary: When Sherlock becomes your Chemistry tutor, you form an unlikely friendship, and an undeniable bond unfolds. Do either of you confess your feelings or continue living in denial? Waiting until the week before finals sounds like the perfect time to muse over these feelings, right?Ā
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethoundā (Do NOTclaim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 3.1k+Ā
A/N: I had a wonderful time writing this story and it was a joy to weave together. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Sherlock is only one year above you in University so thereās only a year or two age gap between you. Any chemistry inaccuracies are my fault, I havenāt been privy to a course in a long while. Graphic by @firefly-graphicsā. As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.Ā
Dull, utterly dull, his mind mutters. At least grasping the concept of Chemistry landed him inconveniently in a tutoring position his professor highly recommended him for and after much beratement, he accepted, not that he was going to enjoy it in the slightest.Ā
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Give Me One More Chance
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x reader
Warnings: angst NO comfort
Summary: How many chances is enough? For you, youāve reached your breaking point and break the news to Sherlock after feeling neglected in an on again off again relationship with him, if thatās even what you can call it.Ā
All writings belong to me @bakerstreethoundā (Do NOTĀ claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)
Word Count: 1.2k+
A/N: Well, I hope youāre buckled up and ready for an angst adventure. I sort of imagined this having potential as an older teen (18/19) Sherlock and reader or them possibly both in their early twenties (21/22) so take that as you will. Thank you for the request @zombiesnips-blogā I hope you and everyone else enjoys! As always comments and reblogs are most appreciated! This wasnāt beta read so I apologize in advance for any errors. Graphic is by @firefly-graphicsā
The phone in your hands shook, you inhaled deeply, annoyed at the person on the end of the phone who undoubtedly forgot to pick you up from the library where you studied for hours upon end, where you were supposed to study with him. You didnāt want to be disappointed but it crept inside you still, lying upon you like a fever, your heart pulsing in kind. How many times were you supposed to forgive him? All the excuses you tried to conjure up did nothing, and you fall further into your well, filled by too many tears you shed.Ā
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Just me thinking of touching sherlocks curls, they look so soft.... Sorry, I'm so desperate and wouldn't mind some cuddles and just play with his hair... šŖ
This is so adorable. I hope you enjoy the short little something my mind finally ended up conjuring. I hope you can find some comfort in this as I've had and I hope you enjoy (: As always comments and reblogs are most appreciated!
Hold Me Close
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Why do you expect so much from me?Ā
You groan, trying to resist the urge to bang your head against the wall for what felt the thousandth time today. Your brain remained relentless pulling you down into its currents of torments but somehow you still prevailed despite it all. Your fingers continued tapping along your keyboard, eyes making no sense of the words that continue bluring along the screen.

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SH: I know ash! Don't tell me I don't.
JW: All right, enough! That'sā¦stand up.
SH: Ash,I know ash!
SH: Gavin.
JW: Who?
SH: Gavin Lestrade, heās a man and good at it.
JW: Itās Greg.