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Shirts : Mycroft or Sherlock x ReaderOn the particular evening in question, it would have been seen as very unwise to venture through the doors of 221B Baker street. This was because the three people inside were in a sour mood, caused by extreme tiredness. John sat in his chair with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. Sherlock sat in his chair with his fingers firmly planted under his chin. You, (Name) were sitting on the couch with one leg crossed over the other in a feminine sitting position but your face held utter exhaustion and anger. The poor mood shared by the three had been caused by the over abundance of cases. Normally Sherlock would have been like a child in a candy store but these cases were boring and repetitive and required very little thought. However, looking for any sort of distraction Sherlock had been dragging you and your brother John all over London for an entire month. You had all gotten minimal sleep and sustenance.Shirts : Mycroft or Sherlock x Reader by Ia-Loves-Art
The door of the apartment opened gingerly and Mrs. Hudson dropped another two
Sherlock x Reader: CompositionSherlock x Reader: Composition by katnisseverdeen4life
“Violin.” The word escapes his mouth, barely a turn of the head to acknowledge you.
You purse your lips. “Schubert.”
“Will you two keep quiet! You’ve been going on for this for a whole week!” One extremely irritated army doctor snaps, bent over his laptop, no doubt blogging about the second mishap with the great Sherlock Holmes.
Who is currently sitting in the armchair across from you, face completely hidden behind the morning’s paper. He couldn’t send more obvious signals of ignorance.