City Of Iron And Glass Masterlist

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask.                                                                                                          (I DIDN’T.) you reply.

Can I request a short fluff story of Sherlock falling in love with a very sassy actress who seems to rival his intelligence and deduction skills?

Reader x Sherlock

“Know it all.” 

“Egotistical maniac.”

“Smartass.”

“Brat.”

The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. “Sherlock, good to see you again.” 

Sherlock grinned, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I brought you a case.” 

You untangled yourself from his embrace and jumped up and down in excitement. As much as you loved being an actress, you would give it all up to work on cases with Sherlock. “Too hard for you to solve?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat down in your dressing room. “I needed to bounce ideas off of someone that’s half as smart as I am.” 

“Half as smart? Don’t make me laugh, Sherlock. My IQ is only a point below yours.” You took a seat down next to Sherlock. 

Although it felt as if you knew Sherlock for a lifetime, the two of you only met around three months ago. Sherlock was sitting on a bench at Two AM trying to solve a case, and you were going through an existential crisis. The two of you met, solved the case, and had been inseparable ever since. You were convinced that you were half in love with him by the time the sun came up that day. 

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Sherlock showed you the picture. “These words don’t translate into any language.” 

You grabbed the picture from Sherlock and stared at it. A small smirk forced it’s way onto your face. “That’s because it’s not a language.”

“Excuse me?” Sherlock looked over at you. 

“In ancient civilizations, their numbers were different from ours. Each number was represented by how many flat sides it had.” You explained. 

“This isn’t a message, it’s coordinates.” Sherlock mumbled.

“Exactly.” You looked over at him smiling, only to find that he was already looking at you. “Anything else?”

“Be my girlfriend?” Sherlock asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“About time you asked.” Your smile grew. 

“Can I pick you up tomorrow at Eight?” He murmured. 

“Sounds great.” You nodded. 

Sherlock leaned in and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “That’s all.” 

With one final kiss goodbye, Sherlock walked out of your dressing room, leaving you thoughts of what tomorrow night would bring.

I hope Obama booby traps the heck out of the Oval Office

Come Back to Me: Part 1

Summary: Y/N, a WW2 army nurse spends her days caring for and patching up injured soldiers. The last thing she ever expected was that one of the soldiers that she saved would steal her heart. A story of two people and the insurmountable obstacles they overcome to always come back to each other.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Benny x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, heavy drinking, angst, injury, death, casualties of war

Word Count: 4,078

A/N: Updates should be at least once a week. No set schedule

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“I’m not lazy, I’m just very relaxed.“

“Yeah, that’s it!”

I’m with you till the end of the line

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