Too good to be true
Anonymous Request: Maybe the reader is a university student and everyone around her is trying to woo her but they don't Sherlock is her boyfriend, so one day protective Sherlock appears and, shows them she's his.
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Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Jealous Sherlock, Major fluff, mentions of sex, Sherlock is in love with you. No use of y/n.
“Guys, I swear on my life,” you chuckled as your finger crossed over your heart, “I’m taken.”
Your friends rolled their eyes at your declaration.
“What?”
“Babes,” Lucy said. “You keep telling us about this guy, yet….” She looked around the bar that your friend group was drinking at. “I don’t see him.”
“He’s just…” You began.
“Married to his work. We know.” Miri said. She took a big swallow of her martini. “Well, I’m off to get another round.”
She quickly excused herself from the table and walked over to the bar.
You sighed. It wasn’t your’s or Sherlock’s fault that there was a new serial killer in town. This one seemed to evade your boyfriend’s and John’s attempts of catching him at every turn. You your friends. knew what stakes his job had, including late nights and missed opportunities to introduce him to
Lucy called your name. “You don’t have to keep lying just because all of us are taken. I promise, as your friends, we won’t judge you.”
To this, you rolled your eyes. When were your friends going to understand you were taken?
“Plus,” Lucy continued. “I’ve heard that Garreth has an eye for you.”
You snickered. “Garreth, the heartthrob of our year. I call bullshit.”
Lucy nudged you on the shoulder. “Is it bullshit that he’s been staring at you this entire time we’ve been here?” Lucy’s grey eyes peered behind your shoulder.
Quickly, you turned around and saw him: Garreth. His bright green eyes lit up the moment you saw him. You had to admit, he was attractive. He was tall, with curly red hair, and freckles all over his face. Not to mention, he was quite smart in all of his subjects. He flashed you a smile, one which you returned. It would have been rude not to, you thought.
“See!” Lucy exclaimed.
“See what?” Miri asked. Her hands were full as she juggled the new round of drinks.
“Garreth’s been checking out, our friend here,” Lucy explained.
“Again? He does that all the time. I swear to god that the man is in love with you,” Miri said in a teasing manner.
“Guys,” You said sternly. “I’m taken which means I have eyes for only one person.”
“Sure,” Lucy and Miri responded at the same time.
You took a shot. The fiery liquid traveled down your throat and spread warmth to your body.
“Look,” Miri said. She herself took a shot of alcohol. “If we haven’t met this…”
“Genius, tall, beautiful man of a boyfriend,” Lucy finished.
“Yeah that. If we haven’t met him by the end of the month. I’m setting you up on a date with Garreth,” Miri said sternly.
You groaned. Your finger pinched the bridge of your nose tightly. This was going to be a long night.
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It was a quarter after midnight when you walked into the doors of 221B. A bright light shone from on top of the stairs. The warm golden light could only mean one thing: Sherlock was awake.
You smiled softly at the thought of your boyfriend, as your feet sluggish in movement carried you up the stairs. Sherlock appeared in the doorway watching your climb. It was as if he knew you were coming from a block away. He probably did. Sherlock had a way with those types of things.
The first thing you did was envelope your boyfriend in a warm embrace. Something he gladly returned. The comfort you felt in his arms was unmatched: his heart beating underneath your ears as you rested your head against his chest, his soft hands cradling your lower back and hips pulling you taut to him, and how his head dipped to kiss the crown of your head. If you died right now, you were sure that heaven would be in Sherlock’s arms.
The two of you stood at the top of the stairs holding each other. Your bodies swayed back and forth in a slow dance. It had been a rough day, it seemed, for the both of you.
“Any luck with the case?” You inquired, pulling away from the hug.
Sherlock shook his head. “Not as much as I would have liked. We’ve narrowed down the possible location of the next murder, but that’s all. He seems to have avoided our every plot to catch him.”
“You’ll solve the case and catch him. I believe in you,” you comforted.
Sherlock smiled and whispered your name. “If only the world revolved around your belief in me, I’d have solved the case by now.”
Then Sherlock brought his lips to yours in a gentle manner. He was savoring the kiss. It was one of the only things he cherished. Your lips could bring him out of the grey haze he often found his mind in. He loved the feeling of you flushed against him. He loved you.
“Now,” he said with a hand on your lower back leading you into his flat, “mind telling me what’s on your mind.”
You sighed and shook your head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you, darling.”
An electric wave shot down your spine. Even after months together, you still weren’t used to that nickname. The things you would do to have him whispering it in your ear like a prayer.
“You were supposed to meet my friends tonight, Sherlock.” You said.
“I know, but Lestrade found another body and…”
“The case is important and I understand, it’s just my friends don’t believe me.”
“Believe you?” Sherlock asked. His brow raised.
“They don’t think you’re…” Your voice grew quiet. “...real. They think I’m making you up.”
Sherlock reached out and laid his hands on your forearms, running them up and down in a comforting manner. He stepped closer. His piercing blue eyes are on you. You had his full attention.
“They gave me a vendetta. If they haven’t met you by the end of the month, they're going to set me up with Garreth.”
Sherlock’s jaw clenched. “Garreth? Who’s…”
You cut him off before he could finish. “Just a guy in my year. Apparently, he’s in love with me or something.” Your eyes lowered as you muttered those last words.
Sherlock’s hands stopped tracing your arms. You could hear Sherlock’s entire body grow tense and his breath becomes slow and calculated.
“They just need to meet me?”
You nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.
“I’ll meet your friends. Now tell me about Garreth, it seems I need to have a word with him.” Sherlock began.
You chuckled and pulled him down for a kiss to silence him.
Sherlock’s mind was made up as you kissed him. He’d let Garreth know you were his. He’d make your friends into believers. If there was any truth in this corrupted world, it would be that Sherlock loved you and that he was yours and you were his.
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“Next class, I would have liked you all to have read chapters sixteen and seventeen,” your professor announced to the class. “These chapters are crucial for the discussion, so please come prepared. Class dismissed.”
It was as if a wave of vitality drowned the class. Students, who were moments before drooling onto the desks and their eyes closed, now shot to life. They stuffed their computers and textbooks into their backpacks.
As you gathered your things at your desk, you noticed a shadow fall over your figure. You peered up to glance at the person. It was Sherlock.
You looked around confused. “Why are you…”
“Thought I’d come to visit my girlfriend and take her out to lunch. Seemed to have a break from the case for a moment,” Sherlock replied. The corner of his eyes crinkled as a grin flashed across his face.
You couldn’t help but match his smile. It really was contagious. “Perfect. I know just the place to eat,” you said. “And it just so happens my friends are working there.”
There was a sparkle in Sherlock’s eye. “Perfect indeed.” He extended his elbow out to you. You linked your arm with his and led him to the cafe for lunch.
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“Miri, the girl’s got three more days in the month,” Lucy said. “You can’t set her up on a date with Garreth.”
“Oh, and how much do you want to bet that her boyfriend will magically turn up in those three days,” Miri shot back. Lucy sighed in defeat. “That’s what I thought…I just worry about her. She needs to go and find her person. I care about her too much. Plus, Garreth is a big sweetheart and everything she’d ever want in a man.”
“I care about her to Miri, but…”
A bell rang from above the door. The sight left both Miri and Lucy’s eyes to bulge out of their heads. The two of them had to do a double take. Once they certified with their brains that what was in front of them was real, they couldn’t help but squeal.
There stood their best friend, you. What the real sight was the man linked to your arm. They ran through the description you had given them of the mysterious man.
He was tall, check.
He had a head of gorgeous dark curls, check.
Cheekbones that could cut, check.
Entrancing ocean blue eyes, check.
A smile that puts the greatest celebrities to shame, check.
A gentleman, check,
Absolutely and irrevocably in love with you, check, check, CHECK.
“It’s him!” Lucy and Miri whispered to each other.
“Hi, Luc and Miri,” you chirped. You lifted a hand and pointed to Sherlock. “This is my boyfriend, Sherlock.” The two women eyed you and Sherlock. They were doing a horrible job of hiding their excitement. “Sherlock, these are my best friends, Lucy and Miri.”
Immediately the two stuck out their hands to shake Sherlock’s.
“Damn, you have nice hands. Nice fingers as well,” Miri blurted. She sent you a wink to which your face flushed with embarrassment.
Sherlock chuckled unsure of what to say. “Nice to finally meet you two.” He flashed your friends an awkward grin. They couldn’t help but ogle at Sherlock.
You cleared your throat. “Can we order, or are you just going to stand there and stare at my boyfriend,” you teased.
Now it was your friend’s turn to be embarrassed.
“Right,” Lucy cried. “What can I get you two?”
The two of your ordered lunch and then found an open seat in the cafe. Sherlock sat with his back facing your friends, which allowed you the full view of their gawking. Miri kept winking and making sexual references with her fingers. Lucy just flashed you a thumbs-up before preparing your order.
“Sorry about my friends,” You whispered to Sherlock. The evidence on your cheeks let Sherlock know just how embarrassed you were.
“It’s alright,” he said in an attempt to soothe your embarrassment.
Again the bell above the door rang long and clear. In stepped Garreth. He had his backpack swung over his shoulder and a witty smile adorning his face.
“Afternoon, ladies!” He greeted Lucy and Miri.
“Hey there Garreth,” Miri replied as she winked at him.
Sherlock’s ears perked up. He turned to look at you. “Garreth?”
You looked over to the man who just entered the cafe and then back at Sherlock. Your boyfriend had a look on his face. A wave of butterflies was released into your stomach. Sherlock raised his brow up and had a smirk on his face.
As Garreth noticed your presence and uttered your name, Sherlock grabbed onto the collar of your shirt and yanked you to him. His lips met yours in a possessive kiss. It was strong and secure and much brasher than you were used to receiving from Sherlock in public. The man tended to stick to more subtle ways of showing others that you were his: a hand around your waist, his figure standing not far from yours, a glare to anyone who dare look your way as if their eyes didn’t deserve to see you in all your glory.
As Sherlock slipped his tongue into your mouth, dancing alongside yours, Lucy and Miri gasped. You could just imagine the look on their faces. You did tell them he was a good kisser after all and now they just got front-row seats to the show.
You had to pull back from Sherlock. Your breath was heavy as your lungs remembered what it was like to breathe. From the looks of it, Sherlock would have kept kissing you until he passed out and you’d let him. You let out a giggle seeing your friend’s amazed faces. Sherlock pecked your cheek lightly as a small reminder.
“Someone’s jealous…,” You giggled.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “I’m just letting the world know what’s mine,” he said in a low voice only you could hear.
“Well, from what I could tell, you’ve only shown three people. If you want to show the whole world, you’ve got a lot of work to do,” you winked.
Sherlock smiled. “It’s a good thing I like kissing you among other things.” There was a suggestive look in his eyes.
You gasped slightly and hit him on the shoulder. “My friends are right behind you Sherlock.”
“I know.”
You rolled your eyes as Sherlock turned around and asked your friends to take lunch to go. He explained that he needed you for the afternoon. Lucy and Miri played along and quickly finished your order. They shoved in your hands and pushed you out the door whispering words of playful encouragement.
“You scored the lottery,” Lucy whispered to you.
You smiled and looked at Sherlock. You really did. Sherlock was everything you could ask for and more.
Once again, the two of you linked your arms together and scurried back to Baker Street. Your takeout left on the counter was forgotten. Unlike that afternoon, when Sherlock showed the world again and again that he was yours and you were his.
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