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Sherlock being Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Sherlock undermines Y/N’s intelligence while helping out on a case.

Warnings: none

First attempt at writing for Sherlock hope you guys enjoy! 😊

MASTERLIST

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"Shut up would you darling. You're about as sharp as a sack full of soup when it comes to these things-"

"Sherlock-"

"And sadly I don't have the time nor patience to draw a picture using crayons to explain it to you. So make yourself useful by leaving!" Sherlock knocked all the scattered books and papers that littered his desk in frustration, they weren't making any progress in the case they were working and they had hoped that the teacher could be of use but she also hit a block.

"Sherlock! Y/N you don't have to go, he didn’t mean that." John wanted to smack his friend upside his head for speaking to the one woman that meant something to him like she's some piece of garbage.

"He does." Turning on her heels, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door and down the steps, John briefly glared at Sherlock as he chased after her.

"Y/N wait!" She looked over at him as she slipped on her coat to leave. John paused on the second step trying to come up with the right things to say to get her to not walk out the door and quite potentially Sherlock's life.

"He's an ass and says things that shouldn't be said-"

"Like implying that my IQ level is in the bloody trenches, yeah I gathered that."

"He's just Sherlock being Sherlock."

"No, that's Sherlock being an outright twit that doesn't have a filter." Before he could squeeze another word out, Y/N stormed out the door slamming it shut behind her.

"You're wasting time John, she’s of no use to us with our case. We have so much to-" John turned to look at the curly haired man that stood on the landing.

"What the hell was that?! You didn’t have to call her an idiot like that for goodness sake Sherlock, she's an incredible woman. A woman that loves and cares for you, might I add and you're self destruction is surely going to push her away."

"Oh so what?" John rolled his eyes as he stomped his way back up the stairs to their shared flat.

"You are going to apologise and fix this with her because everyone knows that there isn’t going to be another woman to put up with you and your brash behaviour. I don't even know how she's put up with you for nine months." Sherlock hung his head low, his words finally catching up to him. He knows that he did have to rectify his mistake of yelling at her and making her out to be an idiot when in fact, she's remarkably intelligent.

"I'm serious Sherlock, as soon as we wrap this up you are going to fix this."

"No, nope I need to go after her right now."

"No, if you go after her that's only going to end badly for your face."

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The rain was pouring down on all of London at eight forty-five at night and Sherlock's pace quickened in the direction of Y/N's home. He shook off the heavy water off of his coat as he took shelter beneath the awning over her front door.

Y/N placed her bookmark in the current novel she was reading and set it off to the side. The doorbell rung again and this time she willed herself from under her blanket and off the couch to go answer the door. It's raining cats and dogs outside so whoever was at her door had to have a good reason to be.

"Hello- oh, it's you."

"Hello, may I?" As much as she would rather not let him into her home it was cold and wet outside and by the looks of it, he had walked here in the pouring rain; and she didn't want him to catch a cold. She headed back up the stairs to her flat leaving Sherlock to let himself in and remove his coat as well as his shoes.

"Why are you here, Holmes? My level of intelligence is miniscule compared to yours and I'm sure you'd rather be in the company of someone that shares your level of competence." Sherlock watched quietly as she fastened her robe to her body to cover up herself. Y/N was still angry at him for earlier and he knew that. He stood in the middle of her living space, dripping water onto her hardwood flooring.

"You know where your clothes are go change, your creating a puddle." Y/N put the kettle on to make tea for the both of them, not like he deserved anything other than a proper slap across the face. While he was changing he tried to formulate the right way to handle this without shoving his foot in his mouth.

"Could we sit down dear?"

"Nope, I'm good right where I am in the kitchen, you could stay all the way over there."

"Don't want me close to you?"

"Unless you want to be bashed in the head with this kettle I think it's best if you stay far away from me." Sherlock brushed off her bluff, closing the distance between them with his long strides. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stared into the pair of blue eyes she's grown to love as he stood mere centimeters away from her.

"I'm sorry."

"For what exactly?"

"For losing my temper, yelling and for saying something I didn't mean. I didn't mean it when I called you useless or made a comment on your intellect, it was the spur of the moment. I was frustrated and I took it out on you when you were only trying to help." Sherlock brushed his knuckles against her cheek and she instinctively leaned into his touch bringing a smile to his face.

"I get that you were frustrated but that isn't a valid excuse Sherlock. You called me darling and a useless idiot in the same breath."

"I know darling and I promise it'll never happen again. Allow me to make it up to you." The towering man kissed the crown of her head, cheek and bridge of her nose making her heart flutter at his affection.

"You've got your work cut out for you Mr. Holmes because I'm not going to make it easy for you and your astonishing brilliance."

"I do love a challenge."

"I know." Sherlock finally pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss which was cut short by her kneeling him in the groin. He grunted in pain and stumbled back, holding his crotch in pain. Y/N smiled watching as he doubled over still groaning in agony.

"I deserved that."

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Honestly don't know if I'll keep writing for Sherlock but we'll see.

Honorary tags:

@sketch-and-write-lover @blackcat420

The Bet- Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Welcome to another episode of sounded better in my head, but idk

20 pounds

20 pounds and dinner 

20 pounds dinner and ice cream 

Deal. 

Deal. Y/n L/n grinned, shoving her phone into her pocket, entering Scotland yard.

"Hello I'm Agent y/n y/l, I'll be joining in on the case." she called out as she entered the detective inspector’s cabin, the DI sweetly smiled at her, nodding and handing her the file.

"May I ask why?" y/n turned to look at a lanky man with dark curls, along with a man who seemed rather apologetic of his friend’s behavior. 

"One of the victims is Interpol's person of interest, so let's get this over with and be on our merry way." she faked a smile towards him. 

“Sherlock behave.” his friend warned, lending a hand towards her “Dr. John Watson.”

“Pleased to meet you.” she shook his hand.

“That's my partner Sherlock Holmes, we’re consultants of sorts.” he explained with a lopsided smile.

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for you to help me out.” she nodded, holding up the file.

“You’re not from here are you y/n?” John asked as they sat in her temporary office, crime scene images sprawled across the floor. 

“I’m from London, I just work in France.” she said, earning a hum from Sherlock, the two looked at him just in time to see him look away with the tips of his ears turning red, John’s eyes widened at his friend with a theory. 

“How did you get to know about this case?” y/n asked, handing both the men their coffees, taking a sip of her own. 

“My idiot brother wanted my help in it. And when I solve it I can rub it in his face” Y/n laughed, nudging Sherlock. 

“I’m impressed by your motives for crime fighting.” she giggled, John looking at the two’s absolute obliviousness.

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“Those marks are from a wheelchair.” Sherlock spoke up from his place next to the woman, the trio and Lestrade stood before a board now, with the map of London stuck up. 

“You’re telling me our guy is handicapped?”

“One of them anyways.” y/n and Sherlock spoke in unison, sharing a soft smile with each other. 

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“Here.” Sherlock offered her his coat, once they had walked out from the abandoned warehouse, well abandoned after they arrested the serial killer.

“Thanks.” she whispered, hugging the material close to her body.

“Are you alright?” he asked suddenly, as though he forgot to ask before.

“I am, you?”

“Never been better.” he grinned at her, making heat rush to her cheeks as she looked down with a bashful smile.

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“You like her.” John shut the door to 221b “and for all I know you’re probably in love with her.”

“John I've known her for roughly a week, statistically the average time-”

“Except you don’t usually fall under the statistics do you?”

“I suppose I don’t.” Sherlock smirked, walking to his room.

“If you don’t tell her, so help me god I will!” John threatened, huffing when he heard the door slam close.

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Y/n sighed as she shoved the papers into her bag, clearing her temporary desk, she had just gotten a call from her boss praising her for her good job. Despite how good of a job she did, people died and all she wanted was a dinner and ice cream date. “You truly did a good job y/n.” Mycroft Holmes stood by her desk.

“You should give your brother some credit.” she said, continuing her haphazard packing which she noticed bothered the British government.  

“I’m doing it you stubborn git!” y/n’s head shot up at the noise as she watched John drag in Sherlock who was grumbling “Mycroft.” John greeted before turning to y/n “Sherlock here likes you.” 

“What?” “what?” Both y/n and Mycroft asked in confusion.

“He clearly fancies you and you fancy him, so please go out on a date.” John flailed his arms around, making Sherlock groan and y/n look at him with wide eyes.

“Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes, I’m sorry to disappoint…but I’m married.” she informed, showing the ring which she wore as a necklace rather than on her hand as a display. Mycroft sighed face palming. 

“Oh.” John blinked at her while the whole room went into an awkward silence “I’m so sorry, I genuinely thought you liked sherlock and I-”

“Oh for the love of god will you two grow up!” Mycroft scolded the woman and the grumbling man. And then, the chaos started

“She was the one who placed the bet!” Sherlock pointed at her.

“Oh my god you’re such a snitch!” She pointed back at him “He was the one who escalated it!”

“She made the deal!”

“You’re a sore loser!”

“You’re so mature.”

“You’re so mature.” she mocked, sticking her tongue out to him. 

“Enough!” the two went silent at Mycroft’s voice “can you two behave like grown married adults for once”

“Ew that’s so boring” the two said in unison, now collectively trying to get on the oldest Holmes’ nerves 

“I’m sorry married?!” John interrupted the family drama.

“I married her.” “I married him.” the two pointed at each other nonchalantly.

“What?!” John was freaking out and now all the three Holmes enjoyed it “when?!”

“5 years ago.” she shrugged.

“before I met you.”

“But people don’t have secret spouses.” 

“Consulting detective.” he pointed at himself “Interpol agent.” he pointed at his wife “works.” 

“I don’t know why I agreed to them getting married.” Mycroft rubbed his face.

“You didn’t.” the two said in unison, glaring at the older Holmes 

“Well, you can pester him with the questions.” she moved forward, leaning up pressing her lips to her husband’s “pick me up at 8 loser.” she said in a sing-song voice.

“He made me!”

“Oops, don't feel like taking the excuse train tonight!” she called back, laughing to herself, faintly hearing the sounds of a confused Watson the annoyed Holmes brothers.