Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Beautiful, Sherlock X Chubby!Reader

"Where are you going?" John demanded.

"Out." Sherlock slammed the door to their flat and rushed down the stairs. He almost ran into someone in his haste.

"Sorry." They both mumbled. It was (Y/n) he had almost trampled. He noticed her change in appearance.

"You're going on a date." He stated, judging by her dress and makeup. "He's going to stand you up, if it's the same man you courted last time. He'll do it again."

"Yes, I know." (Y/n) brushed the hair out of her face. She noticed the slight look of confusion on his face. "Why would I go if I knew he was going to bail? Because it gives me a reason to get dressed up and out of the flat." She answered his unasked question.

"Aren't there other reasons why you could go out?" He inquired. The (h/c) shrugged.

"Not really. I don't have any friends here other than John, Greg, and you, so if I'm not at work, I'm with John or at home." If he was a normal person, he might have felt bad for the poor woman. "I'm not very good at the social thing, as you so wonderfully pointed out when we first met, so I'm glad Luke isn't actually going to meet me. I'll probably just grab a cup of coffee and head back." Sherlock frowned. Is this what guilt felt like? (Y/n) started for the door, pulling her jacket tight around her as she was met with the brisk December air. It was weird to talk to him for so long considering how much she avoided him so she had to escape before anything happened to ruin it.

"(Y/n) wait." Sherlock sighed. "Would you like to get coffee with me?" The woman stopped, turning in surprise.

"S-sure." They walked right next door and sat at a small table, sipping coffee. (Y/n) held defensive posture that didn't go unnoticed. Sherlock thought about what John had told him.

"You look nice today. Some might go as far as beautiful." He stated. If she had been drinking at that moment, it would have been all over the detective.

"Yeah, okay Sherlock." She stared down at the table, a frown on her face. Why hadn't she perked up like John said? Her (e/c) eyes held so many emotions, but none were happy. "John's been on youtube again, hasn't he? He told you to say that." Her gaze never left the scratch on the table.

"And you don't believe it?" This experiment was not going as planned.

"Why should I? I'm ordinary and unattractive, remember? Besides, it's always been a joke when said to me so I've learned to ignore it." (Y/n) crossed her arms over her stomach as memories of school flashed in her head. He could tell she desperately wanted some kind of human companionship outside of friendship but it never offered itself to her. She had been alone all her life.

"I didn't mean it in that I thought you were unattractive, I merely meant that it's what you put off. That you found yourself so." Sherlock defended himself. (Y/n) met his eyes, shocked at his words. "In fact, today is the most confident I had ever seen you, until I bumped into you. Dressing up gives you a boost, one you should always have. It's nice." She looked down again.

"Thanks." Again doubt soaked her voice, irritating Holmes.

"How do you handle relationships if you can't even take the compliments of a friend?" He asked snappishly.

"I wouldn't know, never had one. Usually I just avoid whomever I like." (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes lit up with fear at the last sentence. She hadn't meant to say that because he would surely figure it out. Sherlock sat there thinking of anyone she avoided, zoning out of reality to figure it out.

"You never avoid anyone but-" When the answer hit him he looked up to see she had fled. He threw money on the table and hastily left the shop, barging into 221. John looked down when he heard his flatmate rush downstairs to bang on flat C. "(Y/n) open the door!"

"Sherlock, what on earth is wrong?" Their landlady stood at the top of the stairs.

"Bring me the extra key." He demanded. She complied, running to get it and throwing it down to him. He unlocked the door, going to her bedroom door. It was locked. "I know you're in there and can hear me."

"I don't want to hear it, Sherlock. 'You're like a sister to me'. 'I already like someone else'. You're married to your work, I get it. Just don't make me hear it again." She sounded broken.

"I meant it when I said you looked beautiful. And that you should be more confident. It suits you." Sherlock leaned on the door. "You're not used to hearing it out of sincerity, but it's true. And if you'll allow, we could both try the relationship thing." A click was heard and the door swung open, almost making Sherlock fall.

"Why?" (Y/n)'s eyes were red from crying and her cheeks were still wet with tears. He didn't respond, only pulled her to him. The woman didn't know what to do when he kissed her. He pulled away quickly, hoping he had made his point without having to verbally explain. "Okay Sherlock." She gave him a small smile.

"You really are beautiful, especially your real smile." He hugged her close, rubbing her back as she started to cry again. For the first time in forever, they were tears of happiness.