Marvel Cast And Their Roles X Reader

✮Sherlock|Sherlock X Reader|John Spilled

Hab mich dazu entschieden meine Sherlock Oneshots in dieses Buch zu packen. Macht für mich irgendwie mehr Sinn.
Ich habe alle auf Englisch geschrieben, hoffe das ist okay :)

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This was one of the first thing I wrote about Sherlock and it's not really good. Sorry.

It was a rainy evening in London. The yellow lights of the street lamps  reflected on the wet stones from the pavement. It was silent and relaxing to hear the raindrops patterning on the window.

But the idyl was gone when you were walking down the Baker Street. At the point were you would cross 221B, you'd hear yelling and shouting out of the first floor.

The two flatmates, Sherlock and Y/N were arguing with their friend John.

"He didn't killed your wife John! You weren't there! I saw it! She sacrificed herself for him! There is no chance he could've done anything!" Y/N yelled at John, while Sherlock was standing behind her, not saying anything. "You're just defending him, 'cause you have these stupid feelings for him!" John snapped back, instantly regretting his words after they spill out of his mouth. Sherlock looked at Y/N confused.

The anger left Y/Ns expression but it just grew inside of her. She looked shocked. "Leave." she said in a cold tone. "What?" John gasped. "Leave this flat. Leave this house. I don't want to see you right now." she didn't have one emotion in her voice and John shivered slightly, before he nodded sadly and went to the door, his gaze stuck to the floor.

The flatmates stood in silence in their living room as John left. Now the idyll was restored. At least from the outside. In Y/Ns head everything was over. Her friendship with Sherlock was simply destroyed. Tomorrow she will stand at the bottom of the stairs with her suitcase packed, ready to leave 221B forever.

And Sherlock? Well, he was... in disbelief. He couldn't trust a word of those John said. He wanted to believe it but it just couldn't be true. Why would she have feelings for him? She could have literally anyone, with that beauty of hers and not to forget her gorgeous personality, which puts everything else in second place. Why would she choose him?

"I'm sorry, I gotta go in my room." Y/N muttered and made quick steps to the direction of her bedroom. "Is it true?" she stopped at Sherlocks deep voice, cutting the silence. The woman took a shaky breath before answering her friend:"I'm sorry, I can't do this right now." she continued her way and got no response.

As soon as the door closed, she slipped down at it, taking another deep and shaky breath. Her hands found grip in her hair and she pulled at it. "Why?" she whispered to herself. Her legs were pressed to her body. "I trusted him." she would've never thought of John spilling those things.

Sherlock hadn't moved an inch from his position, still in disbelief. He would've noticed, if she had feelings for him, wouldn't he? He's Sherlock Holmes, high functioning soziopath, consulting detective. How wouldn't he notice? How couldn't he notice? He was sure now John hadn't lied. He just wouldn't do that and Y/Ns reaction was bloody obvious. What is he supposed to do now? She said, she can't do it now, so he decided to wait until tomorrow and then gently confronting her. For him that sounded good.

He wanted to go to his room now, to get some rest, maybe sleep, but he hesitated. He wanted to check on Y/N first but didn't know exactly why.

He knocked at her door. "Y/N?" No response. "Y/N, I don't want to talk about...you know. It's okay, if you can't do it right now. I just wanted to ask if you're...okay?" he wasn't really good in comforting people, but Y/N knew that and he thought that she was appreciating his try. Which she did. A small smile sneaked on her lips as she heared him through the wooden door. "I'm fine, thank you." they both knew she was lying.

The next morning, Sherlock wanted to make it as easy as possible for her to talk. He wanted to avoid everything that could make her uncomfortable. He stood up early, made breakfast and tea for them and greeted her with a warm smile, when she got in the kitchen. His mess from yesterdays experiment was gone. She smiled back at him tired and nervous.
"Thank you." she said silently and sat down across from him.

They both ate their scrambled eggs in silence and Sherlock knew she was uncomfortable which made him uncomfortable as well. "I'm sorry, if you need more time, but I need to know: Is it true?" he asked. Y/N layed her fork on her plate and looked at him. She just looked at him, without saying anything. "It's okay, if it is true." Sherlock wanted to sound casual, which worked pretty good. She continued to say nothing. "I think no answer is in this case an answer as well, but I'd like to hear it from you. Otherwise I doubt that I can believe it." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him. "If it helps you, maybe I'll go first... I...-" "Wait, you love me back?"

Sherlocks flatmate refused to believe that. Such an amazing man -such a genius- would never fall for someone like her, would he? He could have literally anyone with that beauty of his and this incredible personality. He's unique. A masterpiece. Perfection in person. Why would he fall for her? A normal women, nothing special, not abnormal intelligence, more emotional than anyone else in this stupid world and nothing against this handsome man in front of her.

"Yes, I.. do." he replied. "Are you serious? I mean you proposed to someone for a case once so... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to think." she laughed a little which made Sherlock smile and he chuckled. "I'm serious,
Y/N." She smiled and stood up. Y/N went up to her friend and he turned to her with his whole body. She stood in between his legs, took his head and hugged it. Her fingers ran through his thick curls and he hummed as she began to twist the hair tips on his neck in between them. She stopped and he lifted his head off her chest, to look her in the eyes. "I love you." they both said at the same time and then giggled. She leened down and connected their lips. A warmth flowed their bodies.