Another Morning : Sherlock x ReaderThe harsh white light did nothing except illuminate the bruising across your sleeping face highlighting your injuries as Sherlock entered the room. The constant beeping of the monitor and your breathing filled the air, everything outside of the room forgotten about as he crossed the room to sit in on the plastic chair near your bed. Just shock, bruising and fractured ribs they said, nothing to be worried about but uncharacteristically Sherlock was worried. It was his fault, he dragged you out on the case as John was on a date only to watch you be pushed and tumble down the stairs whilst he was busy being brilliant. All the pain you were feeling could have been prevented but he could not manage to look out for you. Gently he laced his larger hand with your smaller one and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Sherlock remained by your bed all night until the sunlight peeked around the curtains. He let go out your hand and ran his fingers threw your (hair colour) strands before running
Sherlock x Reader: My baby*Possible trigger warning: miscarriage.*
"Really, George, it was a simple case. Even you and your team could have solved it. Why do you bore me with the easiest tasks?" Sherlock criticized Lestrade as he explained the latest case to him.
"It's Greg. And if I had something else I'd give it to you Sherlock, you know that."
"Sherlock give the poor man a break." John sighed as he entered the room.
Sherlock only rolled his eyes.
"Greg we've got a new case. There was body found on the roof of a bank down town." Sally explained marching into the room.
"Hear that Sherlock, we've got a new case. i suppose you'll want to come along." Greg grinned putting on his coat.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Sherlock exclaimed jumping up. "I'll meet you there!"
"She was obviously murdered by someone that worked in the building. security guard perhaps. It'd have to be someone that had access to this roof top between the hours of ten pm and two am going by an estimated time of death. The murderer wo
Sweet Dreams, Love-Husband!Sherlock X Wife!Reader
You yawned, it had been a long day. Work was stressful as ever, especially since Mycroft was your boss and his recent 'No-Cake-Diet' was making him a grouch. After having changed into your night-gown, you curled up in bed alone. Sherlock, your significant other, wasn't home, as he was on a important case with John. You were having the worst time falling asleep. Sometimes you thought Sherlock didn't love you. He was always late home and you never really talked. You buried your face into your pillow and shut those thoughts out. You then heard the front door to 221b open and then slam shut. The man in question then quietly opened the door to your bedroom. He put on his pajamas and slipped into bed next to you. You scooted away from him, hiding your face.
"(y/n) is everything okay?" Sherlock asked. To him it was obvious that it wasn't but he still asked anyway.
"I don't want to talk about it..." You mumbled.
With a huff you scooted back
Regret (Sherlock x Reader)
“I shouldn't have come…”
“It’s TOO LATE!” Your eyes watered as your lips trembled subconsciously. Sherlock stood motionless beside the empty fireplace, facing you as you stood up from the armchair. “You’re too late…” It took Sherlock less than a second to notice the ring around your finger.
“You’re...engaged” He uttered softly. Sherlock’s chest ached uncomfortably as he was hit with a wave of overpowering emotion, yet it barely showed. Not a muscle of his twitched.
“Yes… John’s not the only one who's moved on” You chuckled bitterly. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The truth was, you regretted everyday of your life after he ‘died’. You regretted not spending your time with him like it was the last day on earth. You regretted not telling him how you loved the way he looked at you with his eyes. You regretted ever falling in love with Sh