Hey My Lovelies!!! So Kristin5687 DEMANDED a happy story so here you go!!! SMUT WARNING!!! Basically, this is an issue that I personally struggle with...a serious lack of filter lol....I tend to speak before I think and say things that I really shouldn't say....it gets worse when I drink or am really distracted...I thought it would be interesting if Sherlock had an issue like this...so yeah...hope you like it!! Enjoy <3
If there was one thing Sherlock had no interest in concerning himself with, that was the opinions of other people. He knew he wasn't attractive, too lanky with too many harsh angles and pale skin. He was also well aware of his serious lack of verbal filter.
The words that tended to spill from his lips usually came in the form of deductions, though sometimes something cruel or inappropriate slipped out, leaving him either mortified or with a nasty black eye.
Not that he cared if he upset people, he would much rather spend his days alone.
Until he met John Watson.
Oh. Who is that?
He's looking at me!
No. No, don't you dare-
"Afghanistan or Iraq?"
God damn it.
John Watson didn't seem to mind his deductions, and though he always scolded Sherlock when something nasty wriggled its way out of his lips, the blogger never did a very good job at hiding his amusement.
After John Watson came into Sherlock's life, the detective started actively building his filter. The last thing he wanted to do was scare off his new 'definitely-not-gay' friend with a spontaneous love confession.
Unfortunately, John never made things easy for Sherlock.
"She was hot."
"Oh, you think so? I hadn't noticed your incessant salivating."
"Oi! I'm just saying; I wouldn't say no if she took me home."
"Of course, because John Watson would shag anything with a pretty face and heels."
"Who pissed in your cornflakes?"
"Probably Samson."
"Wait, who's Samson?"
"The mouse I have living in the cupboard."
"Oh, for fucks sake, Sherlock!"
"Actually, it's for science-"
"Sherlock!"
It had become a habit for Sherlock to distract John with something whenever he felt himself starting to slip, though that didn't always end very well. He was still upset about having to get rid of Samson.
Alcohol made his filter worse, so after John moved in, he made it a point to avoid alcohol.
Until one night, after finishing a particularly rough case, when John dragged him to the pub with Lestrade.
As the night wore on, the trio slid further under the influence of alcohol. Lestrade became a giggling mess, John got flirtatious, and Sherlock got miserable.
It was nearly midnight when John suddenly draped himself over Sherlock's shoulder, sending the detective's mind reeling.
"You smell good."
"Thanks mate. Which of these pretty things here is up for a quickie in the bathroom?" Sherlock rolled his eyes, fighting back the urge to vomit and scanned the bar.
