#sherlock funny

[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

John and Sherlock: *staring out the window*

Mycroft: What are you doing??

John: Sherlock broke the tv so we're watching a couple break up across the street

[adealiz]

Stickers :)

I made these for fun, I probably won't sell them ever again since I got my ass kicked by copyright of the characters

[4baris4]

*they are in y/n's jet*

Y/n:and to answer your question about why I work so hard,well it's easy,for comfort.for example if it was up to you we would be travelling with a donkey

Sherlock:*pouts*I think it'd be more interesting than sitting in a boring jet

[armen-jimmy-jab]

Watson : *walks in angrily*

Sherlock : *laughing* Your child threw up on you first thing in the morning today?!

Watson: Now how did you deduce that? Huh? Is it my shirt? Is it my face? Is it still in my hair somehow? Huh sherlock please describe your talents for me?!?!?!!!!

Sherlock : Mary called cause it was funny

Watson :

Sherlock : But the hair thing might be true actually

[mr-inva]

Sherlock : So you're saying that the Earth really does go around the sun ?

John : Yes

Mycroft : But...how ?

[incorrectlysherlock]

Sherlock, on his phone at 2 a.m: Wow, a woman in Gloucestershire strangled her husband to death. Can you imagine just snapping like that?

John, trying to sleep next to him: Yes

[chiefmeltedcheesebarbarian]

Netflix rejects my entire 2014-2018 personality just like that.

[wild-lavender-rose]

Mistletoe Kisses

Part of the 2021 Cocoa Kiss Collection

Pairing: John Watson x reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You, Watson and Sherlock have a debate regarding where you should put the mistletoe. 

Warning: Implied mature romantic situation (nothing explicit).

     “Why don’t we put it up in the doorway?”

     Sherlock groaned. “Because I don’t want it up in the doorway, I don’t want to find you and John snogging every time I come into my bloody flat.”

     “That’s our bloody flat, Sherlock.” John’s hand slipped around your waist like he always did when he was protecting you, be it from a crazed gunman or a cranky Sherlock.

     You and John both knew that you didn’t need any protecting at all, but with John it was instinctual and you never minded. In fact, you kind of loved it. It was nice to have someone care enough to want to keep you safe.

     “Oh, come on, Sherlock,” you held up the source of contention, a small sprig of mistletoe John had surprised you with this morning. “It’s Christmas Eve, we’ll only have it up until New Years.”

     “You act as though that makes it better.” Sherlock collapsed into his armchair and crossed his arms. “We will not be putting up mistletoe inside this flat and that’s final.”

     “Technically don’t we own two-thirds of it?” John pointed between you and him, throwing Sherlock a look.

     Sherlock glared back. “Why don’t you two grow up and get your own flat?”

     “We all know that you’d be lost without us, Sherlock.” You looked around the cluttered flat once more. “What about in the kitchen?”

     “No.”

     “Next to the fireplace?”

     “Definitely not.”

     “What about by the tree?”

     Sherlock’s brow furrowed. “We don’t have a tree.”

     “Well maybe if we did then I wouldn’t be so desperate to put up some semblance of Christmas!” You groaned and turned on your heel, slipping out of John’s embrace in the process.

     “Where are you going?” John called.

     “To put up the mistletoe in our bedroom.”

     “…I wouldn’t mind that.”

     You smiled. “I didn’t think you would. And tell Sherlock that he better play his violin quite loudly if he doesn’t want to overhear us tonight!”

     “Bah humbug!” Sherlock replied.

     “And a Merry Christmas to you too!” You yelled.

                                                      # # # # #

     John came into your shared bedroom just as you finished adjusting the mistletoe over the bed, offering his hand as you clambered down off the bed to inspect your work. “You know, you are really good with him.” He muttered, inspecting the mistletoe as well.

     You grimaced. “About as good as you are.”

     John hummed, contemplating this for a moment. Then he pulled you into his arms. “Come here,”

     Your breath caught as he kissed you deeply, the kind of kiss that caused you to relax and press against him for more. You were slightly dizzy when the kiss broke. “Whatever was that for?”

     “Nothing, just…” John smiled at you, looking as though he were memorizing every inch of your face. “Just you.”

     You smiled back, happiness and warmth flooding your entire being. “Merry Christmas.” You whispered.

     “Merry Christmas, sweetie.” He whispered back.

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