Sherlock Imagines and Preferences

Flawless

So, she put his heart in a bag, he wouldn't ask for it back

He didn't want her to cry, she didn't want to be sad

She said, "You better not leave me"

This shit'll be fucked for days and weeks and months, but

You sipped your tea as your leg bounced up and down, unable to contain your annoyance. ''Are you going to talk to me or what?'' You snapped. His eyes held a cold look in them as he turned to look at you. ''Busy.'' He stated, turning back to his experiment. You rolled your eyes and got off the kitchen stool, forcefully placing your teacup on the table, sending tea everywhere. ''Watch it!'' Sherlock shouted, hurriedly moving the chemicals to the other side of the table. You frustratingly shook your head and went back to the living room, falling on top of the dusty couch. Your relationship with Sherlock had started to grow boring. The nights of passion had become the rarest thing and he barely had eyes for you anymore. You found yourself doing things without him more and more often and never even contemplated asking him to join you. His main focus shifted from you to his cases and smelly experiments. You were no longer of importance to him. The burning love that controlled the first few months of your relationship had been extinguished by a huge bucket of water. Only the ashes it left inside of you both proved its once passionate existence. Words of admiration were replaced by absolute silence and the only conversations between you two were those of ignorance. His eyes no longer intoxicated you for they held no love or passion whenever they looked at you. Your subtle movements no longer enchanted the detective and his Mind Palace held no sign of you whenever he entered it. It was like you two didn't exist in the eyes of the other anymore. Barely any traces proved otherwise and you both started living the life you had before you had met one another.

You're a doll, you are flawless

But I just can't wait for love to destroy us

I just can't wait for love

The only flaw, you are flawless

But I just can't wait for love to destroy us

I just can't wait for love

''Could you get those bloody fingers off of my laptop!'' You yelled loudly. The heavy footsteps and angry growl of Sherlock soon entered the kitchen. ''Why don't you just do it yourself?!'' He yelled back. ''It's your mess and you can clean it up. I'm not your maid!'' You argued. He rolled his eyes. ''No, if you were my maid, you would at least have some purpose.'' He muttered, collecting the with blood stained body parts. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened in rage. ''Excuse me?!'' You said indignantly. ''You heard me or has your hearing finally caught up with your age?'' He mocked. His insults hit a nerve deep inside of you and you snapped. ''You have no conscience, do you?! You're a damn machine, Sherlock Holmes. No one and I mean no one would ever be able to be around you for longer than a second. I am sick of you!'' You spat. 

All kinds of words left your mouth without you realising what you were saying. He had hurt you and your angry state of mind wanted to do nothing more than throw every insult in the book at him until he felt your pain. ''Then why are you still here?!'' He shouted, eyes completely soaked in rage. They held no empathy and love as they stared in your equally cold eyes. It was like the sentiment you once felt for each other had never existed in the first place. ''Leave if you bloody hate me so much!'' Sherlock's voice was less harsh and you could tell you had succeeded in your mission to hurt him. However, it didn't feel as good as you had hoped. Your expression softened as you bit your lip, fighting the guilty tears that threatened to fall. ''What happened to us?'' You whispered. The rage disappeared from his eyes and was replaced by a sadness equal to yours. ''I don't know.'' He admitted. His eyes met yours and you could see the tears forming in his eyes. ''I'm sorry.'' You apologised. He nodded, ''Me, too.'' A small smile appeared on your face and his lips soon copied it. ''Maybe- uh, we should find some help?'' You offered. ''I don't want you to leave me.'' His hand reached out to your face and calmly got rid of your fallen tears. ''I don't want you to leave me either.'' He confessed. 

And just like that, the love seemed to reappear again.

When I add it all up, I can find it

The problem with love is I'm blinded by

It rattles my lungs, but my mind is

Tangled between your little flaws

Your flaws, your flaws, your flaws

You had tried, really, really tried, but no matter how hard you both worked to mend things between you, the passion never returned to your dying relationship. Over time, all the life got sucked out of the both of you and the overpowering stubbornness of not giving up sent the two of you into a deep, inescapable depression. You were ruining each other but were too hard-minded to admit it and let each other go. There was no love nor was there any passion. There were just pain and the fear of failing. Those things were the only things holding the two of you together, but at what stake? You had completely ruined one another and there was nothing left to even smile about. If only you two weren't so stubborn and fearful of not succeeding. Your lives would have been so much better, so much happier if only you could let one another go, but you couldn't. It was like a toxic glue forced you to be with each other and there was no power strong enough to get rid of the sticky mess. There was simply no escape and having to call your relationship the hell it was, took a toll on you both.

While you opted for suffering in silence and doing absolutely nothing, Sherlock had scoured the city, looking for something that could bring excitement and happiness to his plain existence. He thought he had found it, but he had never been so wrong in his life. What had seemed as a thrilling puzzle ended up to be the final chapter of his life. The one and only James Moriarty had gotten his hands on the detective and Sherlock, blinded by his misery, fell right into the criminal's trap. The innocent cases soon turned to games of life and death and soon it was Sherlock's life at stake. He hadn't even put up a fight. He had done exactly what the consulting criminal had wanted him to do without thinking twice about the consequences. And instead of the pain you were supposed to feel after the suicide of a man you used to love, you only felt relief. Because finally after years of torture and voluntary captivity, you were free. You had no one holding you back and you could live your life. At the start of what ended up to be Hell on Earth, you were positive Sherlock was your happiness and would be for the rest of your life, but you were quickly proven wrong. 

No one is flawless, everybody has a part of them that is simply not healthy for another person. Sherlock's love turned out to be exactly that for you. It was toxic and had taken its toll on you, but it was over now. And no matter how much you and the rest of London would miss the consulting detective, it felt good to finally be free.

You're a doll, you are flawless

But I just can't wait for love to destroy us

I just can't wait for love

The only flaw, you are flawless

But I just can't wait for love to destroy us

I just can't wait for love