Sherlock Preferences / One Shots

Your birthday

(Happy Birthday to me 😁🎉🎉 as a present to myself I am leaving a gif of Sherlock and Rosie 😊 anyway I think Mycroft's is slightly longer because we finally get his proposal!)

Sherlock:
Groggily, you opened your eyes and rolled over slightly, stretching. The bed was empty but not cold meaning he hadn't been gone long. The sound of the toilet flushing confirmed that and he entered the room with a soft hazy smile. "Good morning" You giggled slightly at the sight of his untamed curls, "Morning handsome."
"You're mean." He whined slightly, early morning Sherlock was your favourite because he acted almost drunk. "But you love me." You sighed as you sat up and stretched before being pinned back down Sherlock, "I do. Worryingly. Happy Birthday."
"Thankyou. Although that sentence is slightly confusing. Have you found a case today?" Smirking you rolled the both of you over and climbed off the bed, leaving an adorably confused Sherlock stranded. "It's your birthday." Opening the wardrobe you tried to pick something out for the day. "Thankyou genius."
"So why would I have a case." Smiling, you turned back round to face him, "Because it's your job? And you enjoy it?" He wrapped his arms around your waist, frowning. "Not as much as I enjoy spending time with you. Now get back in bed, I'm spoiling you today." Before you had time to protest he had already gathered you in his arms and dropped you back onto the bed, disappearing out the door. "Damn you, Sherlock Holmes."
"Love you too!" A warm feeling spread through out your body and you recognised it as happiness.

John:
"John! John?" You called into the dark emptiness of the house, trying to ignore the feeling of the day weighing down on you. It had been one incident after another that day and you were sick of it.
*flashback*
You woke peacefully, eyes hazy, a smile on your face as you twisted around to face your fiancé. He looked so happy and peaceful in the mornings and you savoured the days where you woke up before the alarm just so you could watch him dream. Speaking of the alarm, you glanced towards it and felt your heart drop. You were late. Very late. On your birthday! "Shit." You practically fell out of bed as the duvet tangled itself round your legs, not wanting you to go, enticing you to stay. "Mmm, what's wrong?" John's hazy voice drifted across the frenzied atmosphere of the room, blissfully unaware. "I'm late. Very late." Before he had a chance to wake up properly, fully comprehend the situation and wish you a marvelous birthday, you were gone.

Once arriving at work, you discovered that, in your rush, you had somehow managed to put on odd shoes and your pencil skirt inside out. The skirt was fixed with a quick trip to the bathroom and many awkward stares but the shoes, however, were not so easily sorted. "Get dressed in the dark this morning, Y/n?" Greg's eyes were filled with slight amusement as he stopped by your desk. "I woke up late." The words pushed against your arm where your head was on the desk and came out mangled and sad. "I know. That's why I'm here. Big man wants you upstairs to discuss why you were so late into work." Your head shot up and your back was straight as you stared at Greg in defeat. "But, this is my first time being late surely-"
"I don't make the rules here Y/n."

After a tense meeting with your boss that ended with a threat of unemployment if you were ever late again, Greg was nowhere to be found. Looks like you would have to do all the paperwork yourself and clock in overtime. "Bloody Greg." It was only midday and you were so tired. You were making your way back down to your floor from the big guys office when, to your dismay, the elevator stopped with you and one other man in it. Good news was, he was one of your nice co-workers. However bad news was, it actually jerked to a stop and said nice man was holding four cups of coffee. You can guess where they went, on your bad luck day.

It took over an hour to get out of that elevator and the whole time was spent slightly damp, getting colder by the second and the man apologising profusely. Not one person wished you a happy birthday. Maybe the universe was telling you something.
*flashback end*