sherlock oneshots, imagines and preferences

sorry it is a bit long but i was motivated. enjoy!

please send requests, i'm running out of ideas!

warnings: mention of rape mayhaps?, i used some bad words

Sherlock

You and Sherlock had been friends for quite a long time. John, your brother had introduced the two of you after he moved in with Sherlock. He had told you that he was not the nicest fellow to encounter but you could not agree less to this statement. The first time you had entered the flat he had stared you in the eyes for a long time before actually interacting with you. You laughed it off.

Those occasual meet-ups continued for quite a while. One day John got sick and you treatened him. When he fell asleep you stayed in case he needed anything and you knew Sherlock wouldn't be much help for him. He sat in his armchair as you watched him ramble about something. When he actually started talking in a language you could understand you answered. Your comment ripped him out of his trance and he found it quite helpfull. It lead him to a new clue. You accompanied him on his investigations what he considered a great enrichment. People around you, people like Lestrade, John and Donnovan could not cope with the manners he used on you. 

Everybody would notice that he was like somebody else when he was around you. In the moment you entered a room he brightened up, smiled and talked to nobody but you. He even started forgetting about John in those moments. He felt amusement at those times and suspected that the two of you where dating in secret, which he would encourage of course. His sister dating his best friend, it was a spark of joy for him.

Sherlock knew he had started falling for you. Falling too deep as his brother Mycroft had told him before, but did not mind. In his eyes you were the most beautifull, kind, cleverest woman and so much more he could not find words for. It made him sad not being able to clame you his, only seeing you from afar. His heart hurted when he saw Anderson or other men talking to you like you were a piece of flesh, only a pretty face but nothing more.

Only you were not sure about your feelings, thinking Sherlock gave you the same treatment as everybody else and it irritated you as John told you that he was not. And you started questioning yourself. 

Could it be?

You wanted to know. You opened the door of Sherlock and John's shared flat. John was out. You could deduce as much from his missing coat and shoes. Sherlock was sitting in his armchair as per usual and gave you a surprised look as you entered the living room. 

"Good morning (Y/N)." he stated cheerfully not sensing what would happen next. You stepped closer to him, sat down on the ground next to his armchair and looked up to him, still not saying a word. He grew confused as he looked down.

"(Y/N)? What is it?" he asked usure what to say, unsure how to judge the situation.

"Sherlock." you started "Why are you treating me as you do? Why are you treating me different from everybody else?" His eyes grew wide and a light red tone started to form on his face. You repeated his name, waving your hand in front of his face. Tears streamed down his face and you leaped up, wiping them away. He kept your hand in his and kissed the back of it. The pieces started to click in the right position. 

"You are going to leave me aren't you? Leave like everybody else." Your heart grew heavy as you heard those words. "Sherlock. Why are you treating me that way?" you asked again putting much weight on the "are". He paused and stared blankly in your eyes. He was afraid. Afraid of your reaction of what followed.

"(Y/N). I think... I might have fallen for you." he closed his eyes not wanting to meet your gaze. He also could not see that you started smiling. You realised. You figured them out. Your feelings in that very moment.