Type: Greaserlock ft 

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: None

Heyo it's your ho

Hey it's ya boi uhhhh skinny-penis

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A soft sigh escaped your lips as you ran the white cloth over Sherlock's cheek, "Remind me again why you did something so stupid?"

Sherlock shrugged. "I can't help it. They irritate me, and I respond."

"Just ignore them." You pulled the now crimson stained cloth away as he shuddered. "That stings."

"Too bad." You retorted. "I'm not a trained medical professional, I shouldn't even be the one doing this," you muttered to yourself as you began to stitch him up, soon biting off the thread and tying it to keep the cut shut.

"Sometimes I question why I'm with you." You offered a smile and his gaze softened, you ran a hand through his curls. You ran your thumb under his eyes, the flesh purple and swelling, threatening to shut. You handed him an ice pack, earning another shudder

"Because I'm ruggedly handsome, perhaps?" He gave you the charming smirk you couldn't resist and you rolled your eyes before shaking your head. "No, I think it's because you buy me food whenever I ask."

This earned a laugh from your lover but it quickly changed into a wince as it seemed to make the cut on his cheek sting even more with the movement. You gave him a reassuring smile, eyes sparkling with sympathy as you squeezed a drop of ointment on your finger before applying it under his cheekbone. He hissed.

"Stings, does it?"

"No, I hissed in pain because it felt so lovely." He snapped back.

"Hang in there, tough guy." You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I've gotta do one more, then we can go get something to eat."

"I'm not feeling up to going out, Y/N. Can we just stay in?" He begged, looking up at her with those mesmerizing eyes of his. You drew in a deep breath before nodding.

"As long as you promise to eat something here." Your words came out in a stern tone, replacing sympathy with a steely glare.

"Fine. You're the boss." Sherlock glared at you, but there was clearly no animosity in his eyes.

Sherlock shrugged his leather jacket back on, smirking as he noticed the dried blood on the wrist. Whether his own or his opposer's, he didn't know, but it was still satisfying to look at. He'd really done a number on Moriarty and his gang. One against three. Not a fair fight, of course, but he'd made it out with only a few cuts and bruises to show for it. Moriarty, Sebastian, and their other lacky had left with more serious injuries, some of which Sherlock was sure were concussions and broken ribs. He smirked. They didn't have Y/N to stitch them up with love and care when they got hurt. . He would never, ever admit it to you, but he knew that he was extremely lucky to have you.

"Sherlock."

Speak of the devil, he thought as looked up when you called his name, pulled out of his mind palace, your voice proving to be the only thing in existence to be able to do so.

"Yes, love?"

"What do you want to eat?" He looked up to find you standing in the door way.

"What do you have?" Sherlock stood only to become painfully aware of how everything ached. He stretched, earning a couple cracks and pops.

You descended down the stairs. "I don't know; lemme look in the- SHIT!"

The next step beneath your feet was a bit farther than you'd anticipated, soon you were tumbling down. You heard a thump and a sharp pain burned in the center of your forehead, soon your ass hit the ground rather painfully.

"Y/N?!" Sherlock ran out of your room when he heard you fall.

Luckily you found yourself, unharmed aside from the pain in your forehead. You managed to catch your reflection in a glass cabinet you had narrowly missed, a small cut on your forehead. You bit your lip, attempting to keep yourself from dissolving into tears but the drops were already trailing down your cheeks. You slowly reached and touched it, eyes widening at your now crimson stained fingertips.

You became dully aware of your boyfriend's presence beside you, his hand on your shoulder's grip tightened when he saw your fingers.

"Is anything broken?" He asked as he helped you to sit up.

"I don't think so," you murmured groggily and the words slurred together. Shock is one hell of a drug, y'know.

You felt Sherlock's warm fingers underneath your chin, soft and delicate touches as he guided your face upward so that he could get a better look. Blood oozed in a steady stream from it, the flesh was torn in a jagged line. It looked deep, but he couldn't see any bone thankfully.

"Stay right there." He set you against the wall. "I'm gonna get a paper towel to clean the blood off."

The sharp pain morphed into a dull throb as you awaited his return, the genius crouched down in front of you. His face contorted into a look of worry and sympathy.

You sat, feeling your forehead throb every few seconds before he returned. He crouched in front of you, his expression a mixture of worry and sympathy.

"This will sting a bit," he warned. "Do you trust me?"

"I guess," you muttered.

Your lover gave a weak smile, with gentle wipes he cleaned the cut, the cool water numbing the pain. He applied pressure in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"There," he whispered, setting the paper towel on the ground so he could get a better look at the cut. He cupped your face in his hands, a palm on each cheek and his thumbs resting on either side of the cut. After a few moment of gentle touches and careful examination, he pulled back. "That's going to need stitches."

"What?!" You squeaked, you'd never gotten stitches and the thought of it wasn't exactly one of appeal.

"I'll do it." Sherlock opened the drawers in search of a needle and thread.

"Sherlock, I love you, but I don't trust you to do this."

"Nonsense, you do it all the time; how hard can it be?"

"Yeah, but my Mum taught me how" you retorted.

"Darling, I'll be gentle, I promise." He assured, his voice soothing and you allowed yourself to be wrapped up in it. He took a small cotton pad and wiped the cut clean, the stinging sensation earning a hiss from you.

"Sorry." He murmured, pulling the thread through the eye of the needle as he tied it off. After carefully steadying his hand.

"I'm going to be gentle and careful, I promise." He murmured."

I hope I don't fuck this up.

He started to carefully sew up the wound. The little-pained gasps you gave every time the needle pierced the skin caused his heart to crack. He would have let you squeeze his hand to help with the pain, but he needed each hand to finish the job.

Soon, the job was done. Sherlock had done a pretty okay job (at least, he thought so). He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. "All done, love."

You opened your eyes, seeming to forget that you'd squeezed them shut from the pain. "That...wasn't so bad."

"Thanks for the compliment," he chuckled. "You feeling better."

"A little," you muttered.

"Come on." He picked you up bridal style.

You gasped before giggling and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Sherlock Holmes, what do you think you're doing?"

"We're going to lay down so you can sleep some of the pain off."

He carried you to the couch and carefully laid down in order to prevent the tearing of his stitches and yours. He laid you on top of him, smiling at the thought of how lucky he was to have you.

Sherlock looked up at the wound, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "You know, stitches kind of suit you."

"I prefer no stitches, thank you very much." You gave him a decisive nod.

He shrugged. "Well, we all have our preferences."

You gave a small smile before curling up a tiny bit and closing your eyes. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Sherlock whispered.

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