SweetStrawBerryKat

            “Mycroft!” (Name) hollered from down the stairs. On her feet were a pair of (f/c) converse and on her shoulder hung a messenger’s bag. She stood by the door antsy for him to come down the stairs.            “Yes, (Name)? What is it?” Mycroft asked as he came down the stair and stood in front of her, “What’s this bag and why do you have a pair of shoes on?”            “I was thinking that maybe today could be the day I went outside. Go visit Sherlock and John and Mrs. Hudson. I’ve never met them before and Sherlock is my uncle after all.” (Name) smiled up at her

            Inspired by the song In the Sun by Lana del Rey [link] “Sherlock it’s almost time to go.” He ignored you and stayed bent over the various beakers and chemicals in front of him. “Sherlock did you hear me?” “Not now (y/n) I’m busy.” He continued measuring and pouring liquids without looking at you.   “But Sherlock you promised!” you protested. “And this isn’t even for a case you’re just doing it to do it!” He groaned before looking up at you.   “This is important. Far more important than whatever stupid movie you were going to drag me off to

“I still don’t see why I couldn’t have driven,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. You, Sherlock, and John had been driving to Baskerville for a few hours and you were getting quite uncomfortable in the backseat you had been forced to take.   “Because I’m obviously the best driver, ”Sherlock said, rolling his eyes. John sighed from the passenger seat, knowing exactly where this was going.   “Oh I’d say that’s debatable,” you retorted. “John was in the army, he drove Humvee’s into explosions for God’s sake. I’m pretty sure that would qualify him as being a

"Joooooohn....there isn't any food." "Look behind you (y/n) I brought you back a muffin this morning." John replied from his chair where he was reading the paper. "Really? Oh tha--" (y/n) cut off mid-sentence and yelled at the top of her lungs. "(Y/N) WHAT IS IT?!" John replied having jumped out of his seat to face her. He saw that in the .2 seconds of him turning around she had managed to jump on the table, now crouching with cup in hand ready to be thrown. "(y/n) what was it?!" "A rat John! It was a rat!" John sighed with relief. "That's all? A rat? You know I'm surprised at you. I didn't think you were the type of person to jump at s

It was a beautiful day in japamerica as you strolled gracefully down the street. Your flawlwess, beautiful, silky, flowing, radiant, magnificent locks glistened in the sun and your voluptious, fantastic, super  bodacious bod was making all the men within a 91928 mile radius fap themselves dry as every single woman on the planet hated you for being so perfect and smart and amazingly amazing. Some player hatin' hoe tossed a bomb at you but you just whipped that shit away with your totally rockin' tits and it flew back incinerating her and a nearby building wich you walked away from in slow motion, too cool and baller to even bother