Sherlock Preference

Sherlock:

Sherlock knew all too well that he wasn't like everyone else. He admired the way you looked at the world and how simple your mind could be. But there would always be those people who got the better of him, people who'd call him a psychopath or freak. 

"Don't listen to them. They don't know you Sherlock, they don't know all the things you've done to keep England safe, they don't know the sacrifices you've made." You kissed him on the cheek and looked him in the eyes, "I love you for who you are. I don't want you to be 'normal'." 

Sherlock smiled slightly and hugged you. How could he be so lucky?

John:

John had been a little worried about his weight. He'd gained a couple of pounds and would try not to eat so much. "Honey, you're barely eating. What's wrong?" He sighed and patted his stomach, "This. I'm becoming fat." You couldn't help but to smile at him. 

"Sweetie, I think you look just fine. You eat healthy, you're active, that's all that matters. You'll gain or lose a few pounds here and there but that's okay. Would you complain if I gained a little?" He shook his head and smiled at you.

"You're right. I'm being ridiculous." You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly. "I'm always right."

Moriarty:

"Do I look like a respected criminal?" He questioned and stared at you. 

"Not really." Hesitantly you smiled at him, "But that's a good thing, right?" He nodded slowly. "I guess." He sighed and kissed your shoulder, "When you put it that way." You grinned at him and leaned down on his chest. 

"You're my master criminal. I know exactly how smart you are, isn't that enough?" With a smile he nodded and kissed you temple, "It is." 

Greg:

"Do you think I'm smart enough?" Greg asked nervously, afraid of the answer he might get. "Honey, you're one of the smartest people I know. " Still he looked unsure, "What about Sherlock, he's a genius." You laughed lightly and kissed him on his cheek.

"Greg, there's things that you understand that Sherlock will never do." "Like what?" He said and sighed.

"You understand me." You grinned and he lit up like a Christmas tree. "I understand you pretty well." He said proudly. 

Mycroft:

Myke was a little insecure about his age. He'd barely dated in his life and now here you were, the girl of his dreams, the girl who he'd want to start a family with. 

"(y/n) don't you think it's a waste of your time, hanging around an old man like me." You stared at him like he'd just told you he murdered a puppy. 

"Myke! What in the world has gotten into your head?" He blushed and took your hand in his. "I'm just saying that you have your whole life ahead of you, why are you spending it with someone who'll just stop you from living?" 

You took both his hands in yours and looked him seriously in the eyes, "Honey, I love you. This is me living. I want to spend every minute I can with you." He kissed you passionately on the lips and held you close.