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#9: Taxi

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Sherlock inktober (late) day 11 Victorian

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Sherlock making John tea in his fav mug:)

I’m joining inktober for the first time in my life! 

Today’s prompt is tea 💞 and I just made a drawing about John using Sherlock’s mug by accident (but you know John could hit Sherlock in the face and he would thank him)

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A Study in Pink

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Hello! This year I’ll be hosting a Sherlock Inktober, with a new drawing prompt every day for October, here is the list of prompts...

Feel free to do as many or as little days as you’d like! And if you post your drawings related to this please tag them #sherlockinktober and tag this account so we can see it!

Thank you to the Mystrade Reading Club for help with the prompts and encouragement

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Day 1. 'Tea'

I am extremely late to post it on here, but studies, luv. But yes, for the past two weeks I've been actively participating in Sherlockinktober by @sherlockinktober and I have spent hours on coming up with ideas for each plot. So I'll post all of them here, never mind the fact that I probably won't finish them all by the end of the month.

"You could have put on that coat of yours before you stormed out like that, you know? It's freezing outside..." the man hummed, giving his best friend a look of disapproval. There he was, cancelling his Friday night plans again because his devil of a flatmate caught a cold.

"You could have gone out with Sarah. I don't need a babysitter, you know?" the brunette barked back, though his voice was too hoarse for him to sound as intimidating as he usually would. His dark curls fell into his eyes as he rolled to the other side of the bed.

"Shocking as it may seem, I don't care about that date too much."

"I know. Her name isn't Sarah. That was the last one. Yet you didn't even bother to correct me."

John stared at the man's back for a moment, before snorting quietly, a little, cheeky smile growing on his face.

The kettle started getting louder, causing the detective to groan loudly, hiding his face in a pillow.

The blonde found his way to the kitchen, setting two cups on the counter. The sounds of pure agony and exhaustion coming from the living area made him jump up, though, and John soon hurried back to his friend's side.

"John" the raspy baritone was heard from under a dozen of blankets. "I'm cold. Why am I cold? It's warm in here, but I'm freezing."

"That's how a cold works, Sherlock. Come here" he sighed quietly, setting the mug away and moving over to the couch. He helped Sherlock sit up and wrapped him up in only one of the blankets, putting the rest under his head and on his feet. He tucked him in slowly and carefully. He then handed him his hot drink and grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat off the detective's forehead. "Drink the tea. I put some honey in it, it should ease it all a bit..."

Sherlock looked up lazily, his eyes hooded as his gaze followed John's movements. Every single gesture. Not too glorious, but still extraordinarily pleasant for their viewers.

He took a sip. And then another one. John couldn't help but notice the colours slowly coming back to his friend's face.

"Thank you" said the detective, incredible honesty in his words.

"It's alright" answered the doctor, the two sharing a warm smile from behind their cups.

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Texting

The shower was running. Sherlock lay on the sofa, his dressing gown wrapped around him. One arm was flung over his face, and with the other arm he reached behind himself, feeling for his phone on the table. 

SH: John?

He heard John’s phone ping in the bathroom. The shower was turned off.

"Whatever it is you need, you can get it yourself!" John yelled from the bathroom. The water began running again. 

SH: I want it from you

The shower was once again turned off. 

"Sherlock!" John was getting annoyed. "Please wait until I'm done in the shower."

SH: I don't want to

"Sherlock for god's sake, let me finish my shower!"

Sherlock huffed and wrapped his gown tighter around him. He trashed around before getting up and walking to the bathroom door.

SH: coming in

John sighed when his phone pinged. "I told you-"

Sherlock interrupted him by walking inside and pulled the shower curtains. In the shower stood John, shampooing his hair, now yelling at Sherlock for invading his privacy. 

"I just wanted," Sherlock mumbled. John turned off the shower to hear him better.

"I just wanted a kiss," Sherlock repeated, still as silent as a whisper. John sighed before he chuckled.

"Why couldn't you wait until I finished?"

"'Cause I want it now." Sherlock pushed out his lower lip, making a small pout.

"C'mere," John said and leaned out of the shower, giving Sherlock a peck on his lips. Sherlock's face went from gloomy to happy in seconds and he strolled out of the bathroom. John turned on the shower again, but before he could finish he received a new message.

SH: thanks :)

#3 Texting

Link to ao3 here

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Sherlock Inktober: Bastard (October 7)

It’s Bastard time! 😜

Here’s a contribution to the @sherlockinktober​ art and fic event!!!

A quick drabble of one of my favourite scenes from Sherlock: “Oh you baaastard!” Greg Lestrade is the best. 😍

I’m not quite happy with Sherlock’s face, though.