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Note: Short, fluffy scenario because they deserve love 😘✨
The gender of the reader is not mentioned. Romantic scenario.

Warnings: alcohol, kiss

ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES

*gifs are not mine*

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John Watson

Originally posted by rominatrix

When John wanted to inform Sherlock that you and him started dating, you knew it would end in a disaster. A disaster for you.

Not that Sherlock would be against your relationship. Quite the opposite. Nothing escapes Sherlock's eyes.

How many times have you begged him to keep his mouth shut when he "accidentally" almost revealed your feelings to John. Your feelings have often been the reason for blackmailing you.

So what to expect when his lips are free from the promise of silence?

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You were sitting on John's lap, playing with his hair. He was massaging your free hand with his thumb. It was nice to show each other affection without hiding.

"Did both of you think I had no more important matters than your romance? I thought you'd be together sooner. You are both blind idiots."

You and John shared an amused look. Sherlock pointed out your previous behaviors asobvious clues that you two are in a relationship. He commented that you were not good at hiding anyway.

 As embarrassing as it was for both of you, Sherlock was pleased with your praise and the opportunity to show off his detective skills.

"At least I don't have to put up with the sad looks of YN every time John leaves. It was quite a pain."

You froze, trying to catch Sherlock's eyes, telling him to stop. But he was far too deep in his thoughts to care to look at you.

John sensing your tense posture placed his hand on your thigh.

"Everything's all right, babe?"

"Sherlock!" You said warningly, ignoring John, who looked a bit confused.

"Remember when you were going out with that brainless girl, John? What was that girl's name? Eleanor? Elena? It doesn't matter. YN was seething with jealousy." Sherlock bounced from place to place, speaking faster and faster. " Have you never wondered where your ugly sweater disappeared? YN used it as pajamas."

John was grinning, a blush covering his cheeks. He listened to Sherlock's every word, not intending to stop him.

"Sherlock…" You covered your face with your hands.

"You haven't seen those glances, random touches? For a doctor, you're having a hard time studying body language." Sherlock rolled his eyes, throwing hands in the air. "Unlike you, John! No one is staring at me as I come out of the shower. How could you miss it?"

"Okay enough! Does anyone want tea? Yes, tea is a good idea!" You got up and hurriedly began collecting your cups. " Leave it to me!" You walked away to the kitchen.

You put the kettle on and leaned against the sink. You felt John's arms encircling you, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

You were thankful when Sherlock started playing the violin, giving you a sense of privacy.

"Elena. I can barely remember her. It was so long ago." You felt his smirk on your shoulder as he kissed it.

"Don't even mention it…I'm ashamed enough." Two years of unrequited love. The last thing you want now is for him to feel sorry for you.

"Don't feel ashamed, I think it's cute." John squeezed you tighter. He gave you an innocent kiss on the cheek and asked.

"Can I see your pretty face, sweetie?"

He released his grip and you turned to face him. John welcomed you with his sweet smile.

Shyly, you avoided his gaze. He grabbed your cheek, encouraging you to keep eye contact.

"How could I not see someone so special being around me all this time?"

"John, you don't need to-" You put your hand on his chest. He immediately covered it with his one, squeezing it.

"No, let me finish."  He said warmly. "Thank you for waiting for me. We won't get back the wasted time, but we can make up for it." John kissed your forehead. "And the first thing we'll do is buy you a new sweater."

You giggled when your noses touched.
"It won't be the same. I prefer your sweater." You smiled innocently.
"So be it. But you have to pay me with kisses."
"Deal."

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Mycroft Holmes

Originally posted by girl-next-door-writes

Your laughter bounced off the walls as you stepped on Mycroft's foot.
You were rocking left and right, holding hands. The music tells you the rhythm, but you have been dancing at your own pace for a long time.

"Be careful, love." Mycroft whispered, not hiding the smile swinging on his lips.

"You poured me too much wine." You pushed Mycroft lightly away to pull him towards you with quick movement again.

"I was already thinking that my charm affects you like that." This time he stepped on your foot.

"It's enough that it worked when I saw you for the first time." You clung to him closer, wrapping your hands around his waist.

"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow when the music stopped. Holding hands you headed to the table.

"Before I knew it, I was in love." You were close to the chairs when Mycroft stopped you, grabbing both your hands. You smiled when you saw that he wanted to know more. " I know that we jumped at each other's throat every possible occasion, it was hard for me to believe it myself. But it just happened."

Mycroft blinked surprised and squeezed your hands tighter as you continued.

Maybe it's wine or relief from letting go of emotions that have been hiding for a long time. But it was so lightly for you to confess.

"You're too strict on yourself sometimes, Mycroft. I love you with all my heart. I loved you before my heart touched yours."

Mycroft's watery grey eyes glowed glassy. He smiled slightly and, not trusting his voice, hugged you.

Breathing shallowly, holding back tears, Mycroft cuddled up to you as if you were the most precious treasure in the world.

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Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by fandomnerdhq

Of course, he noticed.

It was obvious to him when people liked him. He was as much skilled at ignoring it as using it for his benefit. Sherlock managed to pretend that he wasn't irritated by such useless feelings and behaviors. People wanted him without even knowing him. People pretended to be who they aren't so that he would like them. All these people were completely indifferent to him.

So of course, he noticed you fell in love with him. Maybe even faster than yourself. But what surprised him in itself did not irritate him as he thought.

Moreover, he didn't mind.

You were different. You were his best friend. You knew him. You knew his faults, defects, you put up with his moods.

You didn't confess probably knowing you will be rejected. Sherlock knew it was wrong but he couldn't resist seeking the satisfaction as he looked at you a little longer to see your embarrassment.

When he squeezed past you, he touched your waist. When he gave you a broad compliment and you slapped him on the frame in disbelief and amusement. He adored your every reaction.

But still, you never pushed him to show you any kind of tenderness. Deep down, he waited for you to leave, but no.

You were just there for him. You stayed in Baker Street knowing he didn't love you back.

Over time, your feeling became interesting to him.

So he can be loved? You don't want anything from him?

It trained him. He was looking for a second bottom but no. You loved him sincerely.

and it terrified him.

How could you love him? You deserve someone better.

But every time Sherlock saw you laughing, though for a moment he wanted to enjoy the thought that this smile was only meant for him.

He was selfish.

He absorbed every look, every reaction, he wanted to get to know you more. To figure you out like a puzzle.

But the more memories he put into the Mind Palace the more complicated his feelings became.

Your presence both distracted him and soothed him. When you were away, he was annoyed, wondering what are you doing now, do you think about him? And when you were there you had to show off, make you only look at him so you would never want to leave.

He wanted to remember every moment with you.

He brushed your fingers when he handed you the papers, he touched your back as he passed you through the door. He took your hand in his pocket, ignoring his heartbeat as you gave him a sweet smile. Even fights, when you slammed the door and he saw tears on your cheeks.

Sherlock was starting to be addicted. But there was no cure for it. He didn't want to be cured anyway.

Whatever he felt for you-

"Please Sherlock. I don't have to look at you and I know you are a hundred thoughts away from me. It was supposed to be 24 hours without thinking about any murder, remember?" You scowl at him and he couldn't help but smirk.

If you knew what I was thinking, your angry face would take a completely different shape.

"Sorry," Sherlock whispered and placed a gentle kiss on your head.

You adorably fidget, trying to find a comfortable position on the bed, cuddling up to him. You exhaled relaxing as his hand started making circles on your back.

"I like when we spend time like this." You yawned. "I could stay here forever."

Your body gave him a warmth he never thought he would have wanted. Your words, flowing out of your mouth without thought, made his throat tight with emotion.

"You say there's nothing better than risking your life chasing criminals? What about dead bodies waiting at every step to be explored? Oh please,
don't get me started with unsolved puzzles waiting for me to be solved." You laughed lightly and your sparkling eyes were the best price he could get.

As more time passed, Sherlock same as you, began to drift away.
Sleeping was a waste of time until you started falling asleep with him.
"You know, " You started with your sleepy voice. " everything I do, it's for you. I truly love you, Sherlock."

His heart tightened and his eyes glazed.

Sherlock read all the definitions of love he could find. Hecannotlove you. Love is a weak word that does not describe what he feels.

He examined you, wrote down his thoughts, spent years getting to know you, remember every inch of you. There are so many things he needs to know about himself and you.

He needs to do more research, observations, gather more memories. Too little time, too much to learn.

If he has to, he will spend his whole life by your side to find out, what this feeling is called.  But he knows it will still be not enough.

He doesn't believe in gods but for you…he will beg them all for spending eternity with you.

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