#bbc sherlock holmes

[froggyphobia]

[saraakpotter]

She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)

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

number one: during 'the blind banker'

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

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

Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"

"how are you so sure?" John asked

Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.

"maybe they changed it." John said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

after she left you came out of his arms.

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

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

"uh-huh" you said

number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'

"punch me in the face" Sherlock said

"punch you?" John said

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

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

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

"i always wanted to do that" you joke

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

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

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

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

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

"she is my girlfriend" he says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

number four: the real confession

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

"yes?"

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

"ok, what is it?"

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

"Sher, just say it. its okay."

"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"

"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow

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

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

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

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

"what?" now you were really confused

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

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

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

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

Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.

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

[pickledsprite]

im sorryyyyyy can you draw tori and Michael at the halloween party

I sure can!!

Help this took so long heeelppp😭😭😭

[daughterofkeramzin]

No for real what is it with Johns hair in season 4???

Like you can’t tell me the stress of having a newborn and then his wife dying makes johns hair look that good?

Is he trying to tell Sherlock something????

[anerdynerd]

The Holmes brothers

wanted to challenge myself with this one a bit so this is the result lol I‘m not the biggest fan of how it turned out but I wouldn’t say it‘s bad either🦧

Have I mentioned how intrigued I am by their altering dynamics across the different iterations yet????🥸

[iamdefinitelyreal]

Within 24 hours of meeting, John realized he would kill someone for Sherlock.

Within 24 hours of meeting, John had killed someone for Sherlock.

WITHIN 24 HOURS OF MEETING-

[sherlocks-blanket]

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 are…

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 wasn’t a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he can’t do it, but when he does; it’s 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 times…

A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I kneeeeeeeew it!” 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 day…

Sherlock, of course…He protested that the client shouldn’t leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It could’ve 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.

“You can work tomorrow…Now you better rest, so you’ll be sober for the next day…”

He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions he’s 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 alcohol…

His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this again…

This warm smile.

“Well…let’s get you sobered up…” you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didn’t and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.

“You have such soft hands...”,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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 yesterday…

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.

“Morning.” 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 ‘deleted’ it from his ‘hard drive’.

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.

“About yesterday-“

You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; ”No! It’s alright…I know you didn’t mean that…“

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.

“I..I really like you, and I mean... It”

You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.

“ I mean…I like you more than a friend…”

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.

“Do you…feel the same?” he asked cautiously.

You only nodded and said while chuckling; “Yes.”

Sherlock hummed in thought. “I might have to thank John for this…it was his idea to text you…”

You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew it…Did he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didn’t matter anymore. The only thing what mattered…

…was now.

[221bstrange]

John, taking a personality quiz: What's a word that would describe m- Sherlock: Short. John: That's not one of- Sherlock: Fine, tiny. John: No that's not how it wo- Sherlock: Small? Portable? Petite? Miniscule?

[starlighttea]

unfortunately for everyone I just started the BBC Sherlock and you all will NEVER hear the end of it

[bluemink5822]

What do you know, going straight from the rather tragic show about queer people (Good Omens) to the rather tragic show about queer people (BBC Sherlock).

Charcoal sticks on mixed media paper.

A request of my sibling. I'm not actually in the fandom, but I know all the important bits from their ranting (a.k.a. a few relevant plot points and every johnlock moment ever). Drawing blue-eyed people in charcoal is awful. He looks so sinister but he's actually just a traumatized cinnamon roll slathered in neurodivergency. Tomorrow's portrait will probably be John because these two just go together, but I'm open to free requests for any live-action character you want to see in a monochromatic medium (slightly more info in my bio).

Update: John

[badsweetangel]

Do you take requests? If you do then I have one. Reader and Sherlock are in a relationship and she is feeling a bit traumatized of her past. Her traumatic childhood, all the raised fingers telling her she deserves nothing good. With Sherlock she forgot all of this until one night everything infront of her. And she thought Sherlock would see her the same way. And when Sherlock sees her this way what he does and all. A bit messy I know but thanks anyway!

Exceptional (Sherlock BBC x reader)

I hope you like it!

Warnings: Sherlock being Sherlock.

He was a cruel person himself in the way he spoke, so you felt trapped in your own feelings. Completely misunderstood. Which was strange, it was so unusual to feel misunderstood with Sherlock Holmes. Yes, he wouldn't give any kind of comfort, but he would instantly know what was going on and why it was happening. You knew that. You knew that the doubt would be dispelled by just telling him that you wanted to tell him something.

But it went beyond that.

It was related to his own perception of you. It wasn't about him giving you a detailed answer about the reasons for the rejection that others gave you. It was simply enough for him to think differently, for him to believe something, anything that made you think that everything that was ever said to you was a lie.

But you knew him. He was cruel and contemptuous. Suddenly he was simply thinking about a case, you told him something and if you were lucky enough to receive an answer, it was an objective reply from a busy man.

And you absolutely couldn't stop thinking about those sarcastic comments he constantly said, even to you.

You couldn't just tell him what was bothering you. No, you ran the risk of realizing your biggest fear: that he deep down believed the same thing those boys told you. That maybe he would give you an objective perspective and then see your teary eyes and not know what to say. It was typical of him. He had a hard time with that kind of thing: emotional situations. That's why, to this day, you didn't understand how you had any kind of romantic relationship.

He knew you were sad, he knew something was wrong. He understood what could have happened to you, but once he came in he stayed too long thinking about that case and forgot about everything.

You knew it.

You knew you didn't have his attention anymore. Your thoughts were clearly increasing, remembering how those boys constantly told you those comments that left you embarrassed, those that weakened you and made you unable to respond to defend yourself. And that haunted you, it couldn't get out of your mind.

“Okay, tell me what happened” Sherlock said, without taking his eyes off the test tubes.

Your skin crawled, there was no other choice. He already knew. It was obvious. You couldn't hide anything from him. No one, no one could hide anything from him.

“Nothing, nothing's wrong” You decided to say, knowing it wouldn't work.

He looked away from the test tubes, staring at the wall for a moment, visibly frustrated. He made great efforts not to say what was happening to you out loud, but he decided to control himself, but you knew that if you didn't say it yourself, he wouldn't be able to limit himself. His brain was going faster.

You knew it, he let you vent. That alone was enough for him.

“Am I distracting you?” You asked, already feeling the guilt in your body.

“Certainly yes” He answered, being brutally honest.

There was a moment of silence, while you planned your words. He was getting impatient, you could feel it. So you just said it. “What do you think of me?” You asked, feeling the nerves running through your skin.

He looked at you, suddenly. You lowered your head, feeling the embarrassment being completely transparent about it.

“I already told you when we met, your phone clearly indicated that you were going through a…” Sherlock began, doing exactly what he knows how to do.

“No, not that” You interrupted him.

He stopped. It was time to talk about it and by the way your hands were shaking he knew it would be serious. He slowly got up from his place, it was strange for him, to stop doing his things for someone. He had never done it and he was sure he would never do it for anyone else. In fact, he didn’t even do it for you. Only now. He sat next to you, looking at you with the typical eyes of a man whose nature was not exactly on the sensitive side, but cold and precise.

You had gotten used to his gaze.

He was uncomfortable, he had never shared an emotional moment with his brother. So he didn't have much experience in this kind of situation. He really hoped deep down that the answer he would give would ease your concern. The concern he easily deduced you had. But he let you, he let you say it, as a sign of respect for you. Maybe that was the most he could give you as Sherlock Holmes.

“When I was a child, people told me a lot of things,” you began, while your hands shook harder, “that I would never achieve anything good, that I was useless."

Silence.

And much more silence.

“Well, suddenly I think it's true,” you continued, without looking him in the eyes.

He found it absolutely strange. Although he did know, he knew what it was like to feel like that, inferior to someone, but that someone was Mycroft Holmes. Apart from him, there was never anyone else. Although well, maybe his university classmates when they were upset with him…

“Clearly you are none of those things,” he said, as if it were obvious. You shook your head. That wasn't enough.

“You are absolutely exceptional, to me” This time you he stared at you, serious.

You stared back at him, surprised. It was something Sherlock never said, never said to anyone. Suddenly, your mind knew that his opinion was much more important than all the others. Maybe that would calm your memories a little. You smiled at him. He smiled back.

And that was the first time, the first time Sherlock said something genuinely kind, without any kind of intention behind it. He really thought that. It made him think. You brought out that side of him, that side that made others feel like he was more than a cold and calculating man. Maybe he could understand your emotional and warm nature.

[saraakpotter]

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

*y\f\c= your favorite country

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

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

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

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

"if you are asking me, no" you teased

"oh shut it" he says and you smirk.

The door opens.

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

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

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

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

Lestrade pointed at the man.

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

"who is that?" he asks

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

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

he quickly looks at John.

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

He turns and looks at Lestrade.

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

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

He turns his look at you.

????

Was all he could see.

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

"interesting" he muttered to himself

"what was that?" you ask

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

[abandonedquishe]

Pulling up the dangerous combo 💯💯

[star-girl-05]

Paycheck

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

There's a little pep in your step as you make your way to your apartment. You're hoping that he’s at home. It would be such a waste, if you came all this way for him to be absent.

Your happily surprised when you see your boyfriend sprawled on the couch. “I’m glad your here, come on” you shake his foot earning a glare from him. “Were going out, on me” 

He looks you up and down, observing all your tells to see what’s put you in this mood. Though he’s only a little frustrated when he can’t put together what's brought on this sudden declaration. He knows all he has to do is ask and you’ll tell him but he doesn’t bother. Instead waiting till you eventually tell him. 

“Well not on me but your brother who just gave me a shit load of money to give him a weekly report on you”, now that had his full attention. He’s fully sat up observing you with a new interest. 

“My brother offered you money to spy on me again?” It's true Mycroft has offered you money before the first time was the day after you met sherlock. The other was when he found out the two of you were dating both times you declined. So why did you agree this time?

“Well not exactly I called him to see if the offer was still available” you chuckled remembering the conversation, he was so confused. “He was desperate he tripled the offer from last time”

Sherlock can see that his brother is always looking for ways to invade his life. Though he’s curious why you would agree, not that he objected. All he had to do was scrunch his eyebrows and your explaining your impromptu call to Mycroft. 

“Well i was a little strapped for cash so I decided to take him up on his offer but don't worry i won’t change just because I’ve got money.” He gave you a genuine smile, chuckling at your joke. 

“I could go for a bite” 

“Perfect” you grab his coat tossing it to him.

[anerdynerd]

Mycroft has this worry about a person who won’t let him help them, no matter what methods he tries to accommodate them with as best as he can, while he had still been the only person who looked out for them for a long time and tried to keep them safe from their own stubbornness and their tendency for self-destructive behavior, he’s got his long nose, his nostalgia through movies, everything, there’s probably more that hasn’t come to mind yet or that I’m not putting into words properly rn, but that about sums up what I find so intriguing about him

and then we have Sherlock, who’s one smart guy👍

(obviously extremely oversimplified and I’ve got so many more thoughts on him too, but you could technically break it down to that)

[iamdefinitelyreal]

My best friend (who is the Holmes to my Watson) is finally watching BBC Sherlock with me and here are my favorite reactions of his:

When Sherlock tells John he's "married to his work", my friend paused the show and said "Hold up. Sherlock just all but admitted he's gay, and then assumed John was flirting with him? How the fuck do people think this is straight."

HE GUESSED THAT THE MURDERER WAS A TAXI DRIVER AS SOON AS SHERLOCK SAID "Who do we trust, even though we don't know them?"

He was definitely not simping over Mycroft (I was shocked.)

"THAT'S HIS BROTHER????"

When John says "Colleague" instead of friend he just shook his head and groaned.

During the pool scene, his mouth was hanging open when John walked out and he was quite literally sputtering.

"Wait, did Sherlock just admit he had a boner for Moriarty?"

"Of course your first crush was a dominatrix, you bottom."