Face Claims.

Face Claims.

I'm just thinking out loud here, so forgive me, but I only just noticed how these two glance at each other throughout this whole thing...

What is this? I already have Adlock, Warstan and Johnlock on my list of ships in this franchise, now I'm going to add this one just because. 😁

(Sorry, Sherly. 😅)

Cruella: You lying, cheating, piece of filth!

Jasper: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Cruella: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ARTIE WITH ME

Horace, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Oh, my goodness!!! I love it!! Thank you!!

I Want One

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Rating: G

Words: 577

Summary: Sherlock and his girlfriend (reader) are watching Rosie on John and Mary’s date night when he makes a life changing request.

Request: “[…] I would love to have a cute, fluffy story where Sherlock and female reader are looking after Rosie while Mary and John are out for the day.”

A/N: This is based both on the request above from @thesherlockedheart and a fic idea I had with this name few years ago, but forgot about. Genuinely grateful for the request cause I don’t know when I would have remembered and gotten to it otherwise.

(Y/N) leans against the door of her room, looking out into the living room where Sherlock was playing on the floor with little Rosie.  If anyone from Scotland Yard – or even his parents, for that matter – walked into the flat right now, they’d never recognize him.  She could hardly believe this was the same stoic, blunt, matter-of-facts man she’d fallen for a year or so ago.  The smile on his face – that absolutely beaming smile – made him look like a completely different man.

Rosie brought that out of him.  Sure, he smiled for (y/n) – he had many different smiles for her that he gave no one else.  But none like the one that instantly consumed his handsome features the instant he sees little Rosie Watson.

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May I request RDJ Sherlock pining over the reader but he doesn't want to confess his feelings but Watson somehow outs him. Lots of pining please! Thank you!

This was bad. He had all these feelings and didn't know how to deal with them. For once the great detective was at a loss.

As he sat in his room pondering what he should do, Watson had entered the flat. At first his friend didn't notice him sitting in his chair quietly.

John was happily talking about something that happened in town today.

Sherlock just put on a smile and immediately looked as if he had been listening. John seemed to buy it as he rambled on. The detective resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood from his chair.

John grabbed the newspaper, which had been discarded to one side, and then sat down. He noticed Sherlock pacing about.

"What's got into you?"

Sherlock turns to John and puts on a smile again.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You're acting strange. More than you usually do." John drops the paper in his lap and stares intently at his friend.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. I think I know." John smirks as he sits back comfortably.

"Do you now? Then pray tell."

"You're not denying your weird behaviour?"

"What? Yes, no!" Sherlock speaks quickly. "If you're so clever, then tell me what you think is going on. Then I'll deny it."

"Y/N left this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days and, really do correct me if I'm wrong, but you're missing them already. You miss Y/N so much, it's painful waiting for their return. Are you, perhaps, in love with then?"

Sherlock stands up straighter and raises his chin up.

"No."

John just laughs and shakes his head.

"You liar."

Sherlock, not happy with the way John was looking at him, sat back down in his chair and faced his friend.

"You have no idea what's running through my mind right now."

"Oh, I think I do." Watson replies, smugly.

"Seven days. Y/N will be gone seven days."

"I know. I got their letter."

"Seven days without them is far too long. That's seven days without their voice, their presence, their company, their laughter."

"You really have thought about this, haven't you, Sherlock?" John spoke softly this time. His friend was pining for your return.

"I need Y/N." Sherlock speaks quietly. John had never seen his friend like this before.

"You're in love, Sherlock."

Silence settles between them. Sherlock is looking far into the distance, John looking at him.

Even Gladstone, who had been quietly resting on the floor, was looking up at Sherlock.

"Love?"

"Yes, Sherlock. When Y/N returns, tell them."

"But, that's seven days away." Sherlock whines in a rather childish manner.

"You have plenty of time to think it over. Think about what you'll say and do when they get back." John smiles.

"Right. Yes."

"Who knows, maybe you'll be as happy as I am with Mary."

"Maybe."

John just shakes his head with a smile as he raises from his seat.

"How about some tea?"

"Yes, alright."

John chuckles as he leaves the room.

Sherlock continues to sit there in silence as he thinks it all over.

"Seven days..." he mutters.

The panic set in. Seven days wasn't that much time at all. You would be back before he knew it.

What was he suppose to do?!