Marvel Cast And Their Roles X Reader

✮Sherlock|Sherlock X Reader|Overheard

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John and Sherlock took a cap back to 221B. They came from Scotland Yard and just solved a case. John ran to the door, 'cause it was raining like there was no tomorrow. Sherlock had to pay the cabbie and walked extra slow, so John would get extra wet. Normally John pays the cabbies. "Sherlock come on now! I don't wanna catch a cold."
Sherlock opened his mouth to respond but John cut him off:"Just open the door!"

John had forgotten his keys, so Sherlock had to unlock it. As he finally made the door swing open John got in and a marvelous warmth came through his body. The doctor took his coat off fast and rubbed his hands together. Sherlock didn't care. He took his soaking wet coat and scarf off in his normal velocity.

The smaller man opened the second door and before he could say anything he heard someone else talking. "John, do-" "Shht" he cut his friend off. "What is it?" Sherlock asked a bit quieter.

"I really like him, like a lot, but I can't have him." Y/N sighed out of the flat from Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock and John looked at each other. "You will find your way to him, dear. I can see there is something." the kind lady replied. "But you know him, Mrs. Hudson. And also, if he would be interested, he would've asked me out already. There is no need to make myself high hopes." "You see each other everyday, maybe that's why you don't see it, like I do, but he's different around you." "What do you mean, different?" Y/N questioned. "He's-" "We shouldn't be listening." John interrupted. Sherlocks gaze was stuck to the closed door to Mrs. Hudsons flat until now and his eyes still seemed to flicker to it the whole time, but eventually he focused on his friend in front of him again. "Let's go upstairs." John said and dragged Sherlock with him. "John", he yanked his arm out of his grip, when they stood in their living room,"you gotta talk to her." John furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why should I?" "She was obviously talking about you. Don't you see it?" John's face just turned more confused in response. "She sees him every day, like you. It's you, you go out with so many women, so she thinks you would've asked her out if you were interested and because of all those other women, she thinks she can't have you, you understand?" "Sherlock", John sighed,"I thought you were smart. It's you. She sees you every day as well. She thinks, she can't have you, because you're a soziopath and think feelings are a chemical defect. She thinks, you would have asked her, because you are confident and talk without filter."

Sherlock wanted to answer but he was cut off, the third time today, he did not like it:"What are you two arguing about again?" Y/N asked. Her friends both looked at her.
"We're not arguing, we're discussing something." Sherlock clarified.
"And what are you discussing?" She continued to ask. "Something about the case? Is it still making trouble for you two?" she added as she saw the wet hairs on their heads.
"Yes, but I think we can continue this later." John lied. "I'd rather like you two to finish it now. You've been on this case way to long, Sherlock." Sherlock felt offended and wanted to make a deduction, but she, again, cut him off, before he could speak:"I mean, you sure do your best work, but I know that you aren't eating during cases and I don't want you to starv to death. Some sleep would be good for you too."Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I'm fine." "Yes, I know, but I think your body would like you to eat, because you are, after all, a human, Sherlock and you need food to survive. So please continue your discussion, so I can force you to eat after that." She went in the kitchen and started cooking pasta. John and Sherlock looked at each other.

"Don't you see how much she cares about you? Are you completely blind?" John hissed quietly. Sherlock looked at him a bit lost. He blinked a few times. "But John,-" "No Sherlock, you'll-" "Can the whole world please stop to interrupt me?" Sherlock almost shouted angry. "Sherlock, don't let your aggressions out at John, he's just your friend, remember?" Y/N called from the kitchen. "I don't have friends." he said pissed. Her head sticked out of the door frame. "I know, you only got one." she smiled and looked at John. Then she continued to cook pasta.