xFemale!reader // okay, sorry for the disappearance— currently in a rough patch, but I am working on requests
might make a pt.2 of these
Doesn’t miss a thing — if you’ve changed something, your hair, nail polish, perfume, jean brand, earrings, phones case, literally anything he notices. He doesn’t shy away from making the observation known to you either, he just straight up tells you he’s noticed; definitely an observant boyfriend. Usually it’s in the form of a compliment such as “I think that rose is much more your scent, matches you just how I’d imagine it would,” he’ll say when you walk by, it might take you a moment, but he just looks to you until it clicks and you smile, “oh yeah, so you like the perfume?” He smiles your way before returning to his work with a “very much so, John always over does it on cologne, it’s nice to have a countering scent. Something to linger when you’re not here.” With that you give him a sweet peck on the cheek, naturally he’s confused what he did to deserve it as he was just stating facts.
Never fails to surprise — at first you thought that he might be a bit distant from you, but on the contrary he’s more open than you expected. He asks if you’d like to move into 221B pretty quickly, not only did this shock you, but it shocked John. "You- you just randomly asked her to move in?" John asks him. "Yes, although it's not quite random," Sherlock says casually, not even looking up. "And she said?" John waited. "She said yes, of course," Sherlock almost laughed at John's need to ask the question, but seeing his shocked face Sherlock elaborated, "well, if I like having her around why not have her be in the closest most accessible proximity to me," Sherlock smirked, "after all, you moved in without knowing me, she's had months to get to know me-" / "And God love her, she's still with you," John said under his breath, sitting down.
Asking him why he picked you — one night while John was out, you sat across from Sherlock, you in your comfy pajamas knees tucked in, him still dressed from the day. "Okay, you've got a question, let's have it," Sherlock suddenly states, tilting his head towards you. "I do," you smile, meeting his eyes, "why me?" / "sorry?" / "why did you pick me? Out of all the people out there, what makes me so special to date Sherlock Holmes?" You tilt your head as he looks to the fire place. You sat in silence for a long time, "you don't have any reason?" You suddenly ask. "I don't," he states, but continues, noticing your change in disposition, "that's exactly it though, I have an explanation, an answer, a reason for everything. . . except you." // "And that's supposed to make me feel better? More secure?" you drop your head questioningly. // "It should, you should be congratulated," Sherlock smiles, "I run my entire world on thought, yet with you. . . I feel. And I just feel like I should be with you, and that's why I am, I can't explain it. It's. . . just a feeling. I've never had that before."
When you compliment him on his mind — Sherlock is not used to compliments, save John at the beginning of their friendship and on occasion throughout their crime solving career. You however never fail to be amazed by his ability, especially when pointed towards actual mysteries, not just him deducing the new set of lingerie you got by your body language. Naturally you're subscribed to John's website and read every update, despite the fact that you see half of the case just by living at Baker Street. / However, your compliments always seem to mean something more to him. Maybe it's because you tend to pair them with a physical gesture (kiss on the cheek, stroke up his arm or across his back, sometimes you'll even be combing through his hair), but Sherlock loves when you compliment him.
↳ likewise, he loves to show off for you! During a case if you even suggest that the case seems pretty hard to crack, Sherlock immediately tries to solve it as fast as possible. Sometimes literally right there, after your comment a few minutes (maybe hours) Sherlock has it solved. Your interest in it is like a little motivator for him to try and impress you. Naturally, this only results in you complimenting him more, or sometimes going speechless, with a smile across your face, which Sherlock also loves.
When you compliment him physically — this is where Sherlock actually gets super flustered. For example: While Sherlock’s lying with his head in your lap and staring at the ceiling in thought, you comb your fingers through his hair calmly before stating: “you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life,” this brings Sherlock out of thought, and he just looks directly at you, “seriously they’re like nothing I’ve seen before,” you add. Sherlock clears this throat, looking here there and everywhere while nearly whispering, “probably. . . just- genes. . .” / “oh- so I ‘spose Mycroft’s got-“ / “actually that’s not true, Mycroft’s are much more dull, grayish. . .,” he quickly interrupts and corrects himself, looking back to you. With a half smile you nod, “one of a kind then.” || When you compliment his body he literally had no clue what to do, other than smile and sometimes politely add a quiet “thank you.” He’s always amazed that you have some kind of compliment for literally every part of him.
Getting used to his quirks — his nearly overdose of extra nicotine patches, his standing on / stepping over furniture, his oddities inside kitchen appliances, and his indoor revolver practice are all things you have had to get used to while dating him. Some things you've learned to just not address, like simply staying out of the kitchen and bringing snacks yourself and offering to get take out, John is also extremely thankful for your constant snack carrying, as sometimes they’ll go days without normal food or picking up groceries.
Guesses your mood — Whenever the two of you are at odds about something, usually something very basic and everyday that Sherlock doesn't see as important, you try to keep a level head best you can, remembering that Sherlock thinks a different way from just about everyone. This naturally only works to a degree, Sherlock silently observes your silence and from that he makes a guess of your mood. "You're upset," he suddenly states. "No, I'm frustrated-" / "Same thing," Sherlock quickly responds only frustrating you more. Eventually you wind up talking it out, which depending on Sherlock's mood can go one way or another. || He also guesses your other moods, such as when you come home and say "Guess what!" He'll start off with the assessment that you're clearly excited and then try his best to actually determine the "what" you're referring to. OR when you're being a little more clingy than usual, he knows you want attention and can usually tell what is causing you to want more attention than normal.
Loves when you wear his clothes — he never knew he actually liked it until you did it. || on occasion, Sherlock will wake you up at extreme hours or request you join him in the living room immediately despite your situation. So one time when he insisted on your presence, you had just gotten out of the shower and were left with nothing but his blue robe. He had been ready to break the whole case down to you, until you walked in wearing his clothes. He suddenly gets quiet as you stand there waiting, “well?” You ask. Sherlock can’t help but notice the way his robe clings to your barely dry frame, with a slit in the fabric going nearly to your hip thanks to the angle you quickly tied it on with. He swallows and looks between you and the case file, observing how low the neckline is on you. || The same situation happens when you wear his jacket, it nearly drowns you and goes to the floor, but it’s the coziest thing you’ve ever worn. So sometimes when you’re just going out to the grocery store or sent on a late night run for the boys you toss it on, instantly grabbing Sherlock’s attention.
Asks for your second opinion — you’re utterly shocked and amazed when he asks for your opinion on a case, even after he’s asked John, or when John’s not around. You figure that he’s got other people to talk to, but the one time you make an observation that went unnoticed while looking over his shoulder, Sherlock turned to you with the biggest heart-eyes you’d ever seen. Since then he’s tries so hard to subtly pull you into a case with him. “Sherlock, you’re doing it again,” you’ll look up at him when you know you don’t have free time for a case (because you’re the one who has a steady job). “I’m not doing anything,” he shrugs, “just wondering…your opinion.”
Meeting Mycroft —it was a total shock, you didn’t even know Sherlock had a brother. One day you were walking out from the bedroom, looking at your phone with furrowed eyebrows as it continued to tell you "incorrect password," so naturally you were going to ask Sherlock to figure it out. "Hey Sher-" but you pause upon looking up and seeing another figure standing in the room, while Sherlock pouted by his microscope. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had a guest-" you quietly said, putting a hand over your mouth. "Quite alright," Sherlock smirked, "he wasn't invited." // "Now really Sherlock this is hardly the way I wanted to meet her." // "I didn't want you to," Sherlock muttered under his breath. // "Now, don't let me interrupt," the stranger gestured you to Sherlock, but you didn't move; you weren't sure why but you were both fascinated and mildly intimidated. "Oh, I was- I just forgot my password, and needed some help, but I can see he's busy so-" // "Ah, I believe I could help you there," he smiled, tilting his head and holding a hand out for your phone. In a matter of seconds you were in and he told you your forgotten password. "Who- How did -" you stared at him, shocked, "Sherlock, he just-" // "Yes," Sherlock interrupted before you could compliment his brother. // "As to who," he stepped towards you, "Mycroft Holmes, my dear and it is a pleasure to finally meet you," he extended a hand again this time to take yours. "As to how," Sherlock strode across the room, placing himself near you, "he knows everyone's password."
I saw you wanted requests? :)) So I thought mayve you could do sherlock x reader headcanons where unlike most of the fanfics the reader is just...dumb? Like "yes that's an idiot and they're my idiot." At least they aren't quick witted or sarcastic, just vibes. Anyways, have a nice day/night/afternoon!
I like this one! :D
- When Sherlock first met you, he was seriously taken back by how dull you were at first glance. Not to say that you weren't endearing or had any good qualities, but he literally couldn't imagine being slow in the critical thinking aspect.
- He understood that you were a good student and learned fairly quickly if it was something text-book or equational, but if it had to be applied to an everyday situation, it was nothing to you.
- The first question you ever asked him resulted in him facepalming.
- “Really, Y/N... Don't take this the wrong way but how stupid can you be for being so brilliant?”
- It was a genuine question.
- Honestly he hates the very idea of insulting you because of how seriously you take his sarcasm, but sometimes he can’t help with some verbal insults.
- “A piece of lint off my left pant leg is more intelligent than you, I swear!”
- “Don’t— Don’t cry, I didn't mean it, you should learn I don't ever mean what I say—”
- “I take it back— No, I'm wrong, you aren't stupid, just a little lost sometimes—”
- If someone else calls you dumb, stupid, idiotic, or anything the like, he will pulverize them.
- For real.
- Sherlock almost put a guy in the hospital when you were made fun of in public. At least you know he loves you.
xFemale!reader // I’ve been watching Sherlock again (I’m through S2 thus far) and decided to write about it for comfort content. I don't know if anyone reads for Sherlock anymore, but writing it just made me feel so nostalgic 🖤
mini update: mid-terms are back again this week and next for me, so as usual when under stress i've only managed to write about some comfort characters, so for the next week I've got a few HC lists lined up, but then I promise I'll have some requests out!
Testing the water — having only been dating for a while (which was still a shock to John how on earth you managed), you thought it was time to up the physical attention between the two of you. You're the first to start it, and you go about it as casually as possible at first. // One time while the two of you were walking to a nearby location Sherlock wanted to investigate, you slipped your hand in his. Immediately, he glanced down, "what are you doing?" he asked calmly, continuing to walk as he looked over to you. "Holding your hand," you answered keeping your gaze ahead. Sherlock thought for a moment, "why now?" You met his gaze, "because I want to, because you're my boyfriend, because you'll just shove your hand in your pocket anyway, and. . . I like your touch." Quickly he looked ahead again, simply giving a distant "ah," with a short nod, but soon you felt his fingers tighten a little more around your hand.
↳ taking it further, to actual cuddling, you made an attempt while he was busy reading in his chair by the fire. John was out, but a box of files occupied his chair, so holding your cup of tea and looking around you asked Sherlock if you could sit down, "yes, of course, you're welcome to," he mechanically responded without even so much as a glance to you. With that you ducked under Sherlock's book, causing him to hold both his arms out as you situated yourself sideways on his lap, legs draped over the side of the chair. Resting your head against his shoulder, you kept your cup of tea near and snuggled close against him. "Is this. . . is there something you're trying to tell me?" Sherlock asked. "Nope," you answered taking a sip, "just wanted to be close to you," you look up for a moment, before closing your eyes and relaxing against him. "Oh- well, right," was all he could say with the smell of peppermint tea, your subtle perfume, and your body's warmth so close to him. After a while, he returned to reading, encompassing you in his arms, and eventually you felt him rest his chin against the side of / on top of your head.
His turn — when he starts being more physically affectionate, he's actually wonderful. Sherlock's definitely not baffled by the concept of love and the traits attributed to it, he's observed several people in love and taken note of their actions, he just usually doesn't express it in physical ways, until you. However, he finds it's like a case study, figuring out what you individually like best, and how you like to be treated romantically- more specifically: physically. // One time, without any warning, while you were looking out the window at Baker Street commenting on the weather, cup of tea in hand, Sherlock came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. Bending a little, he nuzzled against the side of your neck, just under your ear, nose and lips grazing against your skin. You giggled his name out of surprise and tried to balance your tea again. "Ah, here, let me take that for you," he paused for a moment only to grasp your cup by the rim and set it on a stack of books. You tilted your head to give him more access, and started stroking up and down his forearms, which were resting against your stomach. After a moment he straightened up, arms still around you and said, "ohhh, so I did get it right?” Dropping your head back against his chest to look up at him, he continues, "well, I can only assume, but it got a better response than just a normal hug, so-" // "are you experimenting with me?" you ask, attempting to hide a smile. // "Of course," he shrugs, "you did with me, which peppermint tea, nice touch. And I must say you're being a most cooperate subject, but now it's my turn to figure you out." Turning yourself around in his arms, you smile, pushing up onto your tip toes, "Oh, I'm sure you will," you look up through your lashes, "you're the world's greatest detective." He chuckled, kissing your forehead, "consulting detective."
The man is touch starved — Sherlock actually loves physical attention, he's never gotten much of it, but he's 100% not opposed to it. Even the small things like you softly dragging your hand across the back of his shoulders from behind, or the way you stroke your fingertips up and down his wrist when you're waiting and holding his hand, or how before you leave or he leaves, you make sure to quickly kiss just under his jawline, often taking him by surprise. Or how when you're tired, but he's keeping you up, you'll rest your head against him and wrap your arms around his bicep. // One of his favourites is when he's working through a case in his head, and you come up behind him wrapping your arms around his frame and start nuzzling against his back. Other times you'll just walk right into him, face to his chest and hug him. // He loves the feeling of your skin against his, it's a new and quite thrilling experience, your body's warmth being so close to him. Although he might not admit it to you right away he wants you near him at every appropriate opportunity.
↳ with that, on occasion you'll pick up on his mild insecurity, since Sherlock is new to this first-hand. You find he needs assurance to actually believe that you like him in this way, such as when he asks: "so, you just like. . . being close to me?" You stare at him before answering, "yeah." // "For no other reason than. . ." his voice trails off, waiting for your answer: "well, because I love you, because your presence is comforting, it makes me feel safe and warm, and it's nice to feel wanted by someone else. I want you to know that you're wanted as well, for more than just your mind, but it's a nice bonus." You smile and bite in your lower lip. You're amazed at how quickly that flusters him as to what to say next, but you understand that he's never really had someone that just wanted to be around him for no other reason except love.
He really doesn't mind — Sherlock doesn't mind that you like to be close to him, he doesn't find it annoying at all, and only sometimes can it be distracting, but he blames himself if he's distracted, not you. Sometimes you'll ask if he wants you to leave, especially when he's in the middle of something and to somewhat of a shock he'll say "no, of course not, your company rather pleases me, gives me more of a drive-" He pauses there noticing John's smirk, ". . . you know, you're quite like a drug actually." He states, looking over to you. "I'm going to take that as a compliment," you perk your eyebrows and bite your lip smiling. "Do," Sherlock nods, gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips. // It's true that when you're around he tends to solve things quicker, usually because he just wants to show off for you. Plus when he's in the kitchen looking through his microscope and claims he's figured it out, you'll come over, either sit on his leg, or look over his shoulder through the lens to see what he's talking about, Sherlock loves both your proximity and your interest in the case.
Cozy at home — Once Sherlock is comfortable with you, and you've been dating for a good while, he's not worried about what anyone says or thinks. On occasion, when he has his hands particularly full or he’s playing the violin, you’ll sit between his knees on the ground in front of him. With that Sherlock will place his hands, pressed together, on top of your head while he thinks or he'll rest his chin on top of your head and drape his arms over your shoulders. He mutters out loud about theories he has, which makes you laugh and kiss his hand / wrist. // He’s started to hold your shoulders and give you a quick, but surprisingly passionate kiss before he heads off on an investigation without you, typically because he's way too happy about the case. When he gets excited about telling you and John the information on a case, he’s started taking your hands in his as he explains. When you just stare at him confused and trying to follow his train of thought, he kisses your forehead.
Melodramatic — when your lap or hands are busy, he gets super needy and jealous asking “what’s more important than me? What’re you doing?” If you don’t answer his fast enough, he’ll scoop whatever it was that you were doing right out of your hands and replace whatever was in your lap with himself. “I was working on something that had a deadline,” you fake a smile down at him. “Yes, well someone’s life may be on the line,” he crossed his arms over his chest. "And I will help by?" Your voice trails off. "I don't know, you're like a lucky charm it seems," he shakes his head, closing his eyes. "Thanks," you say rolling your eyes, "I think that you just want some attention," you smirk to yourself. "What a deduction," Sherlock sighs. You chuckle at his sarcasm, "but I'm right." / "Didn't say that," he quickly adds. / "Didn't have to."
After long days — after many sleepless days and running around England, Sherlock finally came back through the door. Immediately you put your book down and looked at him from one end of the couch, silently asking if he needed anything. Sherlock simply took off his coat, before making his way over to you, lying fully down, spread across the couch, he hugged you tightly around the waist and nuzzled against your stomach, before shifting to have his head in your lap, while he stared at the ceiling. // You began running your hands through his hair, softly fluffing it when you got to the tips, before starting over again. At this you noticed Sherlock close his eyes, relax, and hum a little bit. Sometimes, you’ll undo a few buttons on his shirt, and slip your hand underneath, gently massaging his chest / collarbone or ghosting your free hand up and down his neck. (You’ve found this both relaxes him and brings a hint of a smirk to his face).
Mentally tired — when he’s mentally tired, he’s the best cuddler, he’s less attentive to “collected” behaviour. Sometimes he’ll not get back until the ridiculous hours of the morning, when you’ve been asleep for hours. Sherlock will come in and slowly start mindlessly undressing to join you in bed. // “how’d the case go?” You ask, having heard him. “Cracked. Solved. Closed,” he says in a groggy voice, “details in the morning." // “It is morning, Love,” you say gently. “Hmm?. . . Afternoon then?” he slips beside you, tossing the covers over his shoulder lazily. “Do you need anything?” You ask noticing his extremely tired body language. “No,” he reaches a hand to your waist, pulling you close and breathing against your neck, sighing deeply against your skin, “not anymore.”
When John brought him back tipsy — you found out quickly that Sherlock is a handsy, needy individual when he’s tipsy or drunk, which is hilarious for anyone who knows him. After John made sure they got home and you made sure John was alright in his room, Sherlock was so clingy for the rest of the night. You stood next to the couch where he was sitting, and offered him some coffee, to which he leaned forward against your thigh and caressed your pyjama shorts, “are these new? Yes, they’re definitely new, recently bought, out with a friend. . . they're sooo soft.” Wrapping his arms around your thigh he kept you close, pressing his cheek to your hip, while you attempted to talk him into taking something for the inevitable headache he’d have. Before too long, you set down the coffee and in that moment Sherlock pulled you onto his lap, arms locking around your waist as he nuzzles against the base of your neck. However it's not long before Sherlock falls asleep, and brings you down with him. // When you wake up, Sherlock’s arms are still around you with his head resting on top of your chest. You cuddled him best you could until he woke up. With a grumble, Sherlock was up, and you were rubbing his back while he lay between your legs; he didn't complain and in fact he stayed there until John came staggering in with a fierce headache.
When he figures it out — the moment he figures out what you like, he is superior at it! // You find yourself waking up to the sensation of his hands running down your back, your leg lazily tossed over his hip, and Sherlock kissing at the side of your neck softly. // You find him wrapping you up in a hug whenever you come home from a long day. // You find he pulls you closer in bed at night, when he's home. // You find he lays his head in your lap whenever he's trying to solve a problem more often. // Doesn't mind you sitting in his lap so long as you don't mind one of his hands being up your shirt somehow, resting against your back or stomach. // You find him hugging you from behind and not letting go for a good while. || He winds up actually loving to give you physical attention, because he’s the only one in the world who can make you smile like that, giggle like that, and feel as loved as you do. He’s also the only one who gets to touch you in the way he does and you’re the only one he lets get as close to him as you are.
↳ naturally he's seen it as a case to be solved, and as usual he goes above and beyond in his discoveries, which means along the way to finding out your cuddly preferences, he's also found out your favourite / most prominent erogenous zones.
Bonus:
He gets jealous — he doesn’t admit it, but to your great shock Sherlock actually gets super jealous about other people and their physical relationship with you. Of course, John is exempt, because he trusts John, so you hugging him and being a little playful with him doesn’t bother Sherlock. It’s when you are around other people who get super friendly that he has an issue. For example, when Anderson was a little too delighted to make your acquaintance, Sherlock noticed some indicators and before Anderson could even reach for a handshake, Sherlock strategically placed himself between the two of you and made sure to keep you next to, or at the least behind him or John the entire time.
↳ when you’re hanging out with your friends he makes sure to pay attention as to how they physically interact with you, juuuust in case. For example, he can tell when / if any of your friends have underlying feelings for you just by their physically attention and mannerisms towards you. Naturally when you get back he blurts out immediately which of your friends it is. To that you just laugh and say "well, that's a shame for them," you reach your arms up around Sherlock's neck, "because last I checked, no one beats Sherlock Holmes," with a smile, you get on tiptoe to kiss him.
