#sherlock has feelings

[tomiokakth]

Same Sherly same 😴

#sherliam #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #sherlock x william #yuumori #sherlock holmes #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #art and illustration #art stuff #my arts #animeartist #anime arsthetics #animation #sherlok holmes #sherlock has feelings #anime chibi

[xohachi]

Perfect Sync

Y/N & Sherlock are in an established relationship. They’re at John & Mary’s wedding and when the news breaks about them expecting, Y/N and Sherlock realize they have some things of their own to talk about. (Basically they really only talk about marriage and then lightly they talk about children. I know some of you don't like children in fics, I don't either I'm just ovulating idk.)

Word count: 950 

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, barely any angst like the angst is that Y/N is sad LMAO, happy ending, TW: MENTIONS OF WANTING CHILDREN. That’s all!

The newlyweds danced graciously under the glow of the dancefloor. Today was a happy day, well it was supposed to be. You would describe it as more bittersweet than anything. Your conflicted emotions were fueled by a mild fear of never getting your happy ending. In a perfect world, Sherlock Holmes would get on one knee with a nice ring in the middle of somewhere nice (Italy, you hoped.) and said 4 words, 13 letters, ‘Will you marry me?’ You two would live a calm, peaceful happily ever after. No moriarty, no more near death experiences and maybe the two of you would live in a nice home on the quiet countryside with a dog and maybe a kid or two.

A hand snaked around your waist, snapping you back into reality. Nobody seemed to notice except Sherlock, obviously, but you’d been standing in the middle of the dance floor. A woeful expression painted across your face and your eyes fixed on John and Mary.

“Are you alright, darling?” He whispered. You put your arms around his neck. He put his around your waist and the two of you swayed, softly.

“Yeah, sorry. I think I may have had too much wine,” You stood on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek and patted his chest, “That’s all.” Sherlock’s eyes were burning into your skull. The greatest detective in the world as a boyfriend meant that nothing went unnoticed, especially your sadness. You kept your eyes away from his as a refusal to let him read everything that your mouth couldn’t say.

“Mmm, you’re lying.”

“What? You’re the one who’s had sad eyes all day and it really doesn’t take a world renowned detective to deduce why, babe. If you wanna run after him and confess your love, don’t let me stop you.” He spun you, catching you with your back to his chest. Sherlock bent his head down to your ear,

“Avoidance of eye contact, tense muscles, quick changing of the subject and unnecessary defensiveness. You’re lying.” He whispered, as always boasting his skills. You caved under the pressure. His warmth, his voice, it didn’t matter how long you’d been together or when you guys met, he’d always make you as nervous as a highschooler with a crush. Letting your head sink back into his chest, you asked,

“Do you think that you’ll ever marry?” Sherlock noticed the specific choice of words. The use of ‘you’ rather than ‘we’. He knew you asked it in that way so that if he said ‘no i won’t ever marry’ it wouldn’t hurt as much as if he said ‘no we won’t ever marry.’ This only made him turn you around and squeeze you tight.

“Depends on who I’m getting married to.”

“Well, who would you get married to?”

“I would say John but I’m afraid I chose to forever hold my peace during the ceremony.” You two laughed a synonymous laugh, chests inflating and deflating together. Perfect Sync. After some moments of silence, he spoke again, “ You are the only woman whom I’d ever dream of marrying.” Your eyes met his. Today, they were greener. Not that you had a favorite eye color of his but the greener days were enchanting and the bluer days were exhilarating. Green for the win though. With your bottom lip slid in between your teeth, you blushed at him and admired his features for a moment.

“When you propose to me, it has to be in Italy.” You were joking, obviously. Sherlock Holmes could propose to you in a sewer and you’d still be the happiest girl in the world. Splashing in the puddles of greywater with not a care in the world.

“Is that so, love?” He growled, almost seductively.

“Mhm and I know exactly which ring I want.” The detective's eyes still locked with your Y/E/C orbs. He swore he watched his future play out in them within seconds. All happiness and warmth and in each scene, there was you. You in all of your glory. You with all of your radiance and optimism. No matter what happens, all he’ll ever need is you to be happy.

“I’m guessing it’s in the millions?” Sherlock frowned,

“Only like 30 million,” A small laugh emerged from your throat as his brows creased in worry, “I’m kidding, Mr. Holmes. In all that infinite knowledge up there, you still don’t know when I’m kidding?”

“I know everything about you,” His hands began to develop a mind of their own and slid seductively down your waist and to your ass, “like when you’re longing for me to take you home and drunkenly have my way with you.” His head lowered as he spoke with lust filled eyes. Alcohol always made him like this but truthfully, it also always made you the same way. Another smile crept slyly on your face as you looked over at John and Mary once more.

“I want one.” You said, referring to the secret John and Mary pregnancy revelation between the four of you. Your breath fanned Sherlocks lips as you spoke. Suddenly, the alcohol wasn’t so intoxicating anymore and you were high off of Sherlock Holmes. His scent, his warmth…your lips connected in a deep, slow kiss…his taste. Riding out the most euphoric high of pure love that no other drug could replicate.

“Then let’s get you home, I believe we have a mini Sherlock Holmes to make, hm?”

“Mmm I think we’re making a mini Y/N Y/L/N, actually.” After sharing one more kiss, you grabbed ahold of Sherlock's hand and slipped off the dancefloor and into the night. The rest was history.

#Sherlock Holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x you #fluff #sherlock has feelings

[deadaluschild]

Okay I'm watching episode one for the 8th time and Sherlock tries so hard to mask his way of being. He shakes his hand and goes "Sherlock, please", thing that he never does again, he wants to be liked by John. He doesn't immediately tell John how he knew all that stuff abt him but we know he will love to do that in the future because John finds it brilliant. He gets so comfortable with his friend during the years that he won't care to mask anymore. He doesn't hyde his way of being because John said that he's amazing.

#Sherlock #johnlock #John #john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlockbbc #sherlock has feelings #Sherlock is just a cutie that wants to be loved #martin freeman #Benedict Cumberbatch

[john-smiths-jawline]

Sherlock to his friends: I would walk through fire for you guys.

Sherlock: Well. not walk through fire. John would kill me if I died. Maybe a super humid room

Sherlock: But not too humid, because my hair

#sherlock has feelings #sherlock holmes #sherlock incorrect quotes #johnlock

[consult-sherlockholmes]

i'd like to apologize on behalf of us askers for being quite a bit too pushy with everything. Remember its important to take a break and just exist without anything exciting happening, take your time <3

'Existing without anything exciting happening' isn't really my style. I need something interesting to happen in my life, a case occupying my rampant mind, or I am going to go insane from boredom.

#john watson #bbc sherlock #sherlock roleplay #roleplay #johnlock #sherlock bbc #johnlock roleplay #rp #sherlock holmes #sherlock #sherlock and john #sherlock fandom #johnlock rp #sherlock rp #sherlock has a mental breakdown #sherlock has problems with emotions #sherlock has feelings #sherlock struggling with emotions #insecure sherlock #sherlock in denial #sherlock in denial of his feelings #sherlock struggles with feelings #sherlock vs his emotions #sherlock answers #sherlock answering asks #tjlc #the johnlock problem

[bodybybane]

the superior sherlock Holmes incarnation

#sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes #sherlock has feelings #cbs elementary

[this-train-aint-stopping]

Incorrect Sherlock BBC Quote #3

Sherlock:  I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect sherlock quotes #sherlock holmes #sherlock has feelings #they just are expressed ... differently #this is probably his idea of a compliment #considering that he usually deletes boring people from his memory

[lissa-edem]

John: no drags!

Sherlock: ...

Molly: god, Sherlock. no. drags.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: fine.

#sherlock has feelings #sherlock holmes #john watson #john is an amazing friend #molly hooper #molly can kick sherlock's ass #sherlolly #mollock

[b4kuch1n]

THEE audiodrama disguised as podcast

#sherlock and co #s&co #sherlock holmes #john watson #mariana ametxazurra #Ive been thinking abt these design SO much lmao. even while doing other things #decided to take cues from acd/granada more. hence sherlock's headband to mimic slicked back hair #and I went with Colors bc. well first of all Im a clown. but second of all I recall some stuff abt victorian fabrics and uh. the wonder of #arsenic green etc #they were enjoying the colors I can commit to some #and. okay Im so real with u Im also a long haired john truther bc he has a podcast of course he'd have long hair but #I think its gonna take a Hot minute. currently this is still like the slightly-grown-out regulation cut #john's jacket is bc he and sherlock are 90s kids. this was a moment of enlightenment to me. I can give john every windbreaker on earth #mariana gets the jean jacket bc I like to imagine she's a y2k kid #(sherlock I think is only 90s kid in year of birth that man's childhood was skipping class to burn shit in the wood) #(but he canonically sews which I fucking love so much. he has not bought new clothes for almost a decade #if a shirt's disintegrating no it isn't. not on his watch) #a lil sad I cant figure out how to give them hats lol I feel like thats the most victorian thing there is. a stupid hat #I can at any moment give one of them a beanie. but I refuse #there are. like a Hoard of other scribbly sketches I did to get used to drawing them. but those are for me those are not for the public #and also theyre in my sketchbook and Im too lazy to scan them #happened mostly during lunar new year lol. I was getting Hard whipped then thank u s&co for carrying me thru #ok I do other things now. have this for a while ok? thank u #have a good night lads. enjoy motion

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Reverse Bechdel Test Sherlock Holmes Edition: Does Watson talk to a man who's not Holmes AND about a topic unrelated to Holmes?

#theoretically he can't pass the test by design of the logic of narration #also i feel like this joke has potential to be funnier but i couldn’t come up with anything better #sherlock holmes #dr watson

[ryuusea]

a new beginning, with you.

sherliam modern au comic

#sometimes fate a breeze smacks you in the face #I thought of this on a walk a few days ago and then I spent like most of today drawing this the idea possessed me #thank you sensei for the modern Liam xmas art sobs #sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #liam james moriarty #ynm sherlock Holmes #funny note that the wind and sherly were on the same drawing layer haha it was not intentional it just happened #I like to think in this modern verse situation Liam falls first #sherly has had this red scarf forever doesn’t know why he has a feeling of attachment to it #then meets Liam and somehow feels he needs to give it to him #it suits Liam #it feels right to give it to him

[gilgamushroom]

"Murderous Attack upon Sherlock Holmes" Watson's mind disconnects from the world for a bit. This is not the first time.

He rushes to 221B and finds Sherlock Holmes in bed, exhausted, barely alive. This is not the first time.

Holmes whispers his name. Tells him everything that happened. Lets him sit close enough to see his wounds. This is new. The last time he was bedridden, Holmes called him mediocre. He let Watson think he was on the brink of death to use him for a more genuine reaction. The last time Holmes's name was on the papers followed by paragraphs of mourning, he was off, somewhere, letting Watson believe he was dead because he didn't think his account of the story would be believable otherwise. Because Watson can't lie. Holmes has told him, so it must be true.

But here, after been genuinly beaten very badly, Holmes does something new. He asks Watson to "exaggerate my injuries," to "put it on thick." He asks Watson to lie. And this? This level of trust? This is new. Holmes is letting him in, telling him everything. And quite frankly? Watson doesn't know how to deal with it.

Perhaps Holmes is recovering faster than he says he is. It would not be the first time. Watson knows what it's like to be left out, that Holmes's mind is so above his own and that if he doesn't communicate he has his reasons and Watson shouldn't feel bitter because of it. It has only led to disagreements. They don't live together anymore.

Or perhaps. Well, perhaps Holmes is recovering exactly at the pace he says he is. At the pace the expert surgeon says he is. That would make logical sense. But it would not make sense, not really, Holmes letting him in fully and unconditionally, Holmes letting him see him completely vulnerable and trusting him entirely. He must be faking the slowness of the recovery. He always has a back-up plan. He always uses Watson somewhat expecting him to fail. Watson has made peace with that, not with this.

So when Holmes asks him to learn all he can on Chinese pottery, Watson doesn't ask questions. "I am here to be used, Holmes." Maybe, if he had asked, Holmes would have actually told him. That would be on par with this tentative new. But Watson is not used to the new, so he doesn't ask for explanations. He goes and pretends to be a pottery expert and Watson can't lie, Holmes has told him and when the gig is up Holmes only narrowly escapes.

He was counting on Watson to be able to keep the ruse for longer. He had trusted him entirely. And when he meets him later, Holmes is still exhausted and convalescent in his chair. He is still recovering. And he tells him everything, umprompted.

Watson moves back into Baker Street soon after.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the illustrious client has given me FEELINGS

[blueintimeart]

🦷🤛

id in alt.

#my art #sherlock holmes #acd holmes #john watson #and matthews of charing cross who knocked out his left canine #the empty house #I've idly wondered if he ever reinserted the tooth or he just has had a tooth missing forever after #I feel like Howard Holmes would be like :D “Well I've been needing a left canine for an experi - ” #and then Marion Watson would shove it back into his mouth

[consult-sherlockholmes]

I’m sorry we’ve been so pushy, Sherlock… the last thing we want is to upset you or stress you out.

Do you suggest we stop asking about you and John, then?

We just want you to be happy. I guess I can only speak for myself instead of promising things on behalf of others, so… I’ll do whatever you decide makes you the happiest. I’m sure most others will too. 🖤

I am fine now, must have been just the sun getting to me yesterday. Maybe the sunburn was more severe than I anticipated, weakening my mental barriers.

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[littleforksuperiority]

Unbelievable Chapter VII (Sherlock x Reader fanfic)

Links to Chapter I and Chapter VIII

TRIGGER WARNING - VIOLENCE AND GUNS If you want to skip this part, skip to chapter X <3

1387 words

Chapter VII

As I walked out of the building, I realised I had forgotten to take my work keys with me, so I had to go and get them. I quickly walked into my flat and got my keys, but when I walked out again three men stood at my door. One of them pointed his gun at me, while another kicked me in my knees, causing me to fall over. The men then dragged me upstairs, while the third still was aiming at me. I punched and kicked and scraped the walls, but they were too strong. ‘SHERLOCK!!’ I screamed, but there was no answer. ‘Stay quiet darling,’ the man with the gun said, but I then shouted ‘MRS HUDSON?’ again no answer. Despite my struggles, they managed to drag me up the stairs and sat me down on a chair. I screamed as they tied my hands and feet to the chair. Then I heard muffled sobs to my left. Mrs Hudson sat tied to another chair with a sock looking object strapped in her hair

‘You might as well be quiet darling; we wouldn’t want this to hurt.’ The gunman said with a grin. Fuck. I tried to get out of the ropes, but they were tied so tight, and so thin, that I could feel them cut into my hands. Apparently, the men saw my grimacing expression because they all started chuckling. My eyes started watering from the pain.

‘Okay, pretty lady. You know what we want.’ The gunman said.

I breathed in sharply. ‘I really don’t!’

The man punched me with his fist. His ring hit me right above the cheekbone. A drop of blood landed on my skirt as I dropped my head in response to the pain.

‘Irene Adler. We want her phone.’ He put my head in his hand, lifting it took look at him. I retracted. ‘You’re such a gorgeous girl. I really wouldn’t like to ruin it.’ He bowed down and kissed my cheekbone wound. Disgusting. ‘We know that Sherlock has the phone. And you, if anyone, would know where it is.’ He dropped my head and walked a step back.

‘Why would I know, sir?’ God, my head was throbbing from the punch.

‘Stop it with the games Miss L/N,’ he shouted as he kicked my chair, almost making me fall over.

‘It’s not a game. I don’t know anything about Irene’s phone. And why would I? Sherlock does not care for me. I am just his neighbour. The person he cares the most about is John, and he would never even dare admit that!’

‘STOP LYING!’ He kicked my chair again, making me fall to the ground. My head hit the floor like a stone. For a moment my vision went black. As I regained my vision, coloured dots showed the man’s face. His face was no more than five centimetres from mine. ‘Don’t you get it? I will make you go through hell if you don’t tell me right now!’ he shouted. ‘And don’t give me that “I am just his neighbour”; we know that you two are dating.’ Then he put his foot on my neck and pressed it down. My vision went blurry yet again as I tried to breathe. My head felt like it was exploding. Then he stepped away. ‘Get it now?’

‘I know nothing of Sherlock, you bastards. He doesn’t give a shit about me. You can torture me all you want; he’s not going to care. I only met him days ago. Yes, I may be fond of him, but that feeling is not returned, and never will be. And yes, that hurts, but it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care. Never will. When you like Sherlock it’s like liking the starts. You don’t expect them to like you back! And for God’s sake, I am not his girlfriend you idiots!’

The man kicked my head, and then stood on my throat again. Just as I felt like I was going to die, the sound of an ‘ahem’ appeared. The man stepped away from me, and there was Sherlock. How long had he been there? Please say he had just arrived. If not, then he was a dick. A massive one.

‘Please step away from my girlfriend.’ Oh, that dick. I was going to punch him so hard. ‘And don’t snivel Mrs Hudson. It’ll do nothing to impede the flight of a bullet. What a tender world that would be.’

I stared at Shercock, why couldn’t he just help her instead of being a cock.

‘I believe you have something that we want, Mr Holmes,’ said the man.

‘Then why don’t you ask for it?’ He finally walked over to Mrs Hudson, although I couldn’t really see what he was doing as I was facing the other way.

‘I’ve been asking this one. She doesn’t seem to know anything.’ Said the man. ‘But you know what I’m asking for, don’t you, Mr Holmes?’

‘I believe I do.’

‘Oh, please, Sherlock.’ I heard Mrs Hudson say.

‘First, get rid of your boys.’

‘Why?’

‘I dislike being outnumbered. It makes for too much stupid in the room.’

I chuckled, which made for an awkward silence in the room. Then the man said, ‘you two, go to the car.’

Sherlock continued: ‘Then get into the car and drive away. Don’t try to trick me. You know who I am. It doesn’t work. Next, you can stop pointing that gun at me.’

‘So you can point a gun at me?’

‘I’m unarmed,’ he said, putting his arms out ready for a pat-down.

‘Mind if I check?’

‘Oh, I insist.’

The man walked over to him and patted him down. Sherlock rolled his eyes dramatically, as he began patting his back. Then, quickly, he pulled out a sanitiser spray can, twisted around, and sprayed the man directly in the face. He screamed loudly, blinking more than I thought humanely possible. Then Sherlock headbutted him in the face, making him fall unconsciously back onto the coffee table. Sherlock flipped the can in the air triumphally. ‘Moron.’

‘Yeah, you are. Go untie Mrs Hudson,’ I cried, making Sherlock sigh and run to untie her.

‘Oh, thank you,’ she said tearfully

‘You’re all right now, you’re all right.’ He responded. Then he came rushing over to me and raised my chair so that I finally sat upright again. My head was spinning violently, and I almost fell over again, but he caught me.

‘Jesus Christ Y/N, what did they do to you!?’

‘You probably saw it all, didn’t you, darling?’

He chuckled. ‘The stars?’

‘Oh, shut up you dick!’ I couldn’t help but smile. Sherlock untied my feet and hands. Seeing the wounds from the ropes, he took my hands into his.

‘Sherlock you’re getting blood on your hands.’

‘Y/N for God’s sake.’ He turned my hands multiple times to observe the damage.

‘Sherlock, it’s fine. I’m fine.’ I looked him in his eyes.

‘You’re not fine, you’re bleeding from at least three places.’ His eyes scanned me quickly. I stood up wanting to go over to Mrs Hudson, but as I walked over there, I noticed how badly I was hurt.

‘Do you have any bandages?’ I asked Sherlock, and he went to get some. Soon he was back, and I patched myself up. When I was done, I walked over to Mrs Hudson and helped her onto the sofa with a blanket over her. Sherlock looked at me weirdly.

‘What? She’s in shock. They do this in movies.’ And then I bandaged her up.

‘Y/N, you’re even more hurt than her, you should rest.’

‘Yeah, right.’ I walked over to the man and dragged him over to my chair. The pain in my wrists overwhelmed me, and for a split second everything went dark again, and I was falling. Then, I regained my composure and lifted him up into the chair. I then tied him to the chair and strapped the sock thingy into his mouth. Then I took his gun and pointed it at him. ‘Call the cops Sherlock.’ My hand was shaking. Shit, these wounds were killing me.

‘Y/N…’ He said and put his hand on my wrist to bring the gun down. I inhaled sharply and then fell over. Everything went dark.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock bbc #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes #sherlock x y/n #sherlock fandom #sherlock has feelings #sherlock rp #sherlockian

[mystic-insightss]

proud of myself for this one. tbh

#WHO SHOULD I ADD i feel like there has to be more #(​i haven’t seen merlin my apologies) #gravity falls #fiddauthor #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #ford pines #bbc sherlock #sherlock #bbc johnlock #johnlock #falsettos #falsettos revival #falsettos 2016 #whizzer brown #falsettos marvin #marvin falsettos #mi