Sister of Mine (SherlockXSister!Reader)At first, they suspected that she might be his girlfriend.Sister of Mine (SherlockXSister!Reader) by LowBattery00
He was holding her hand and walking her up to the police station with a grin that seemed to only appear when he'd found a very disclosing clue on a crime scene. She gave a smile as well and leaned against him holding his arm in an affectionate way and even going as far as kissing his cheek.
Sherlock? A girlfriend?
John watched with Lestrade and Donovan from the window upstairs, a look of astonishment on Donovan's face that was eventually smothered by disgust. She crossed her arms and scoffed, following Lestrade as they started down to meet this woman. John preceded her. When they went down, Sherlock had his hand on her back, helping her in a chair at Lestrade's desk. Sherlock looked up, "What was all this about a missing man?" Lestrade put a hand up, "Yeah, in a moment...um, care to introduce?"
He looked down, lazily introducing, "Lestrade and John, this is (f/n). (f/n), Lestrade and John." She offered a smile but kept her head
Body Language - Sherlock x Reader“It isn’t a double date when one of the couples is married and the other isn’t a couple, Mary, this is what you call a set up.” You protested, following your friend out to her car. Mary didn’t mention that you were dressed to the nines anyway in the lacy red number you told her you were saving for the right one. She also didn’t mention that you wore stilettos, not flats.Body Language - Sherlock x Reader by kayoenfreer
“Oh, you’ll love him, [Name], he’s just like you. Sarcastic. Acidic. Cynical.” Mary said, shooting you a look. You chuckled and settled into your seat. For Mary, you would give this a chance.
“This is hardly necessary, John. I could find my own dates if I wanted them.” Sherlock insisted as John led him to the cab. John only sighed heavily and pushed Sherlock into his seat.
“You’ve proven to be interested in females, Sherlock, and in Mary’s friends. Just do this one night. If you don’
Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me - Sherlock x ReaderHold me, hold me, never let me goHold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me - Sherlock x Reader by PandaExperience
Until you told me, told me what I want to know
And then just hold me, hold me,
Make me tell you I'm in love with you
It had been a long day. A long week even. John and Mary were now married and off to their honeymoon. Sherlock was handling it pretty well, all things considered. He had left the wedding party early, leaving me alone and waiting; wondering if he was okay. He wouldn't return any of my calls or texts. By the time I had returned to the apartment he was asleep, curled up in his bed in a ball.
I managed to sneak in, pulling Mrs Hudson in with me and making sure that she was off to bed safely before staggering up the stairs and crawling into my own bed. I didn't emerge until one in the afternoon the next day.
Sherlock had surprisingly woken up earlier than me, which was rather strange.
Thrill me, thrill me, walk me down the lane
Wish I will be, will be, hiding others just the same
As we'll be, we'll be when you make me tell you I love
Writer's Block - Sherlock x ReaderMy fingers tapped against the keypad of my laptop in hopes that words would spew out onto the word document. The notebook beside has pages filled with doodles rather than the words that I desire to paint onto the page. I puff my cheeks and blow out air. I scroll through what I have previously written in hopes to find some inspiration lying beneath the lines.Writer's Block - Sherlock x Reader by PandaExperience
Instead, I find grammatical errors and irritating lines I do not wish to see.
I grumble. I rack my fingers through my hair. I tug on the strands in hopes that some ideas sprout through the roots. Alas, nothing appears in my mind. No words form onto the page. No beautifully scripted idea that I will re-read and realise how stupid it is and delete the entire document at once. That is usually my last resort.
I wish writer's block was a document that I could delete. I wish I could erase it from my mind and finally be able to write down something, anything at least. Even if it was a pointless piece of dialogue or an unknown piece of sce
I'm a seventeen year old girl from Denmark. |
I love to draw but I'm not particularly good at it though. Other than that I love to sing, dance and I like martial arts