Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Tell Him Or I Will, John X Chubby!Reader

Faint music could be heard from the apartment below the detective and the blogger.

"John, go and tell her to quiet down. I'm trying to practice for tonight." The taller of the two demanded. He brought his violin back to his shoulder and started playing again. John sighed, folding his newspaper and setting it down.

"She's not being loud Sherlock." He sighed, getting up and going downstairs because there was no arguing with the sociopath. John knocked on the door but there was no answer so he let himself in. The smell of brownies and other sweets filled the air along with his neighbors voice singing along to some christmas song.

"I had Christmas down in Africa, Gonna deck the halls and do the things we never had" She was in the kitchen icing triangular shaped brownies. He couldn't help but smile at her as her blanket cape fluttered as she rushed around the kitchen working on various treats for tonight's party. The (h/c) haired woman nearly dropped the bag of icing when she saw John standing on the other side of the kitchen island.

"Sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No it's ok. Uh, what's up?" (Y/n) cut her music down and smiled at her visitor. He just shrugged, sitting down and looking over her assortment of cakes and biscuits.

"Nothing, just coming to check on the snack situation." The woman smiled, happy that he was interested in her baking.

"Well I've been slaving over this oven for hours now. Oh!" She stopped her piping and looked up at John seriously. "Katie isn't allergic to anything is she?" He rolled his eyes.

"No, Beth is perfectly healthy." He said sarcastically.

"Right, sorry. I can never remember their names." (Y/n) apologized, handing him a brownie with green icing to make it look like a christmas tree. He bit into it and she turned to work on dipping pretzels into white chocolate and rolling them in red sprinkles to look like santa hats.

"You probably wouldn't even remember their name if you were my girlfriend." The doctor joked. (Y/n) tensed up at his laughter, her hand jerking and sinking into the molten chocolate.

"Shit!" She hissed, rushing to the sink to run cool water on the burn. John jumped up to check on his friend. He inspected her hand.

"Nothing serious, next time stop at the pretzel and try not to dip your fingers in anymore chocolate." He cooed. He glanced at the clock. "I'll see you later, (Y/n). I'm going to send Sherlock down to help carry the snacks up!" John waved as he darted upstairs. After he disappeared, the (h/c) went and fell face first on her couch with a groan, allowing the blanket to cover her up.

"Why are you so jumpy, (Y/n)." She berated herself. Why did she have to fall for such a man as John H. Watson? He was kind, sweet, handsome, but always dating another girl. He's military and fit so he'd never go for someone like me, she thought. "Come on, stop feeling sorry for yourself and go get dressed!"

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When (Y/n) had showered and dressed for the evening, she went to the kitchen to start carrying food upstairs.

"Hi Sherlock." She didn't even bother looking at the dark haired man on her couch.

"I let myself in." He stated, standing to help.

"I see that." She loaded his arms down with plates of snacks, gathering the rest herself along with her bag of presents. "Thanks for sending John down earlier by the way."

"He said you burned your hand." She shot him a glare at the mirth in his voice. "Just tell him or I will." Sherlock lead the way upstairs.

"Go ahead Sherlock." She rolled her eyes. "Oh, you should call his current girlfriend 'Katie'. He was very pleased by that one. Just play it off though so he doesn't know I told you." They both chuckled.