Sherlock Imagines, Oneshots and Preferences

warmth

Quarantine comfort fic because why not 🥺
It's tiny

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"It is highly likely that the city will be-" you turned off the news, sighing with disappointment. Where was Sherlock? It was getting dark.

Right on cue, you saw the curly-haired man exiting a cab on the other side of the road and jogging towards 221B. Within moments, he was upstairs, eyes glowing with excitement after seeing you at last.

"How was work?" He asked, motioning to your laptop.

"Stressful, but now that you're here-"

He cut you off with a chuckle, pulling off his gloves and making his way to the bathroom.

"How was yours?"

He stopped for a moment at the door, tired eyes turning to you.

"Fruitless. This case has been going on forever."

"Tell me about it," you drawled. You could make out the disappointment on his face, even underneath the mask.

"Be back in a minute," he muttered, stepping inside to take a warm shower. He was out in ten, the warm steam from the room slowly spreading over the rest of the house. You looked up when you heard his soft footsteps to see Sherlock walking towards the couch, now clad in blue pajamas and a black t-shirt. You slid a cup of tea towards him, sipping on another one.

He quickly sat beside you on the floor, one leg hoisted over your hip while both his hands snaked around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and you could feel the rough stubble brush against you.

Was stubble even the word? Sherlock had not shaved in over a month and it took you by surprise every evening when he took his mask off. He looked the same as ever with his mask on and you were starting to enjoy the looks of surprise John, Greg, Mrs. Hudson, and even Mycroft threw at him on the occasional visits as soon as he shows his face.

"Is there anything on telly?" He spoke softly.

"Hmm, your pick tonight," you passed the television remote to him, one hand brushing his beard slowly, trying to smooth out the dark mane.

You softly placed a kiss against his cheek as he pulled you tighter in his arms, giving you a soft peck on the lips.

There you sat, taking in the familiar hum of the television, the cackle of the fire and your Sherlock's soft breathing. Sighing contentedly, you rested your head on Sherlock's and let your eyes drift off to sleep.

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I just wanted to write something short and comforting for all of you reading this, wherever you are💞  it's shit, ik, but I'm sleepy
Aaaaaaaanyway, stay strong, everyone💗

Lil announcement:
Y'all know those things where people write lists like

"Dating Sherlock would include:
• sharing kisses when you're both alone
• him secretly holding your hand while walking down the street
• he gets really concerned if you don't reply to his texts in, like, 2 seconds
• etc."

well, I wanna try my hand at writing some of those and I'm free all week, so hmu with some creative and interesting ones you like that not a lot of people would have written before and I'll try writing a little situational something💖 thanks loves!

~mostly_sherlock