Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

If It's Important, Sherlock X Chubby!Reader

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" John pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Sherlock looked up lazily from his reading.

"Are we going somewhere? I was unaware o-"

"No, I've told you all week that we were going downstairs for a holiday dinner. Get ready so we aren't late." The doctor huffed and sat in his chair, waiting on his flatmate to ready himself. How many times did he remind Sherlock about (Y/n) making dinner for them?

"John, I don't recall ever meeting this new tenant of 221C, (Y/n) was it?" Finally Sherlock was dressed.

"You haven't so try and keep your observations to yourself, don't want to scare her away like the last one." The two men walked downstairs, greeted by the wonderful scent of the dinner to come.

"In my defense, the last one proved to be a murderer, and he was a prosaic one at that." The two laughed, John knocking on the door to 221C.

"Yes, come in!" They entered the small apartment to see their (height), (h/c), American neighbor standing in the kitchen with a large hot pan.

"Here (Y/n), let me help you." Sherlock watched this woman he had never met as she worked to finish dinner. She held herself with confidence he rarely saw in someone of her... size. He could tell how much passion she poured into her cooking and how at ease she was laughing and picking with John. What did John say she does again? "Oh, by the way, this is the famous Sherlock Holmes." The woman laughed at the sarcastic inflection on the word famous.

"We haven't met yet. My name's (Y/n), head chef at the Glasshouse." He noticed her slight hesitation when she finally faced him, hand outstretched for him to shake. Her heartbeat was slightly elevated when he took her hand, feeling her wrist. Their eyes stayed locked for the slightest moment, unnoticeable to John.

"Oh, hello boys! Smells wonderful, (Y/n)." Mrs. Hudson handed (Y/n) a bottle of Riesling.

"Thank you so much!" It was like a switch had flipped, all nervousness she had shown towards him dissolved into natural assurance in her posture and a lightness in her eyes. Sherlock stayed relatively quiet the whole evening and took in every detail and cataloging it in the back of his mind. She was (dominant hand)-handed, she had the slightest blepharospasm in her left eye, and she seemed at ease conversing with the two others at the table. (Y/n) tried to include him in the conversation and had he been anyone else he'd have missed the change in her voice whenever she spoke directly to him.

After dinner, John and Mrs. Hudson returned to their flats after thanking (Y/n) for the wonderful meal. (Y/n) sighed to herself as she started to put away the food.

"God, (Y/n)." She leaned on the kitchen sink, running dishwater. "What is wrong with you? London's smartest man and you're acting like a fox at a hound show. He definitely could tell-"

"I could." The plate in her hand shattered on the floor. (Y/n) bent down instantly to clean up the mess she had made.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."

"You should be more aware of your surroundings." The two picked up the shards of porcelain in silence until Sherlock broke it. "Why are you only nervous around me?" The chef sat back on her knees, picking at a small cut on her hand from the plate.

"You're asking why I'm nervous around you? You're the Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, genius, and known douche bag."

"I'm sure you deal with worse than me on a daily basis in your field of work. I gave no other reason for you to be apprehensive so why are you afraid of me?"

"Look at you." (Y/n) gestured at all of him. "You're absolutely-" Someone knocked loudly on the door before letting themselves in.

"Sorry to barge in, (Y/n), but Lestrade just rang and Sherlock we need to go." John looked frantic.

"Busy."

"What? Sherlock there's been a kidnapping."

"I'm busy, John! Ms. (L/n) and I are currently in the middle of-" A (s/c) hand touched his shoulder ever so gently.

"Go, and if it's still important to you when you get back," She paused, unsure of what she was getting herself into with this man who scared her so. "Then I'll be here." The boys left hurriedly to solve the case. (Y/n) sat on the kitchen floor for a few minutes after they had gone, thinking over everything. She finished cleaning up once she had gotten over the events of the night and settled down on the couch with a cup of tea and her laptop.

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A loud bang jolted the (h/c) woman awake. She looked around for the source to find her laptop on the floor.

"Must have fallen." With a stretch, (Y/n) picked up the computer and sat it on the coffee table, checking the time. "Jeez it's four in the morning." She ran her hands down her face. I guess it wasn't too important, the lid snapped shut, her laptop signalling its sleep mode. Disheartened, (Y/n) prepared to go to bed. Just as she went to cut the living room light out a noise made her stop.

"Who could that be at this hour?" She didn't want to get her hopes up like countless times before, but who else could be knocking on her door so early in the morning? "Sherlock?" There was doubt and hesitation in her voice.

"Who else would it be?" The door flew open. "You said if it was still important to me to come see you when I got back so here I am."

"But why?"

"You're a curious case. Now tell me why you're so nervous around me."

"Because you're amazing and gorgeous and I always choose the ones I can't have."

"Choose?"

"You really are thick like John says." (Y/n) gathered all her confidence at once and placed a kiss on Sherlock's cheek.

"Wha-"

"I'll explain in the morning," Sherlock could only stare as she shut the door in his face, but through the door he heard her yawn. "If it's still important."