A/N: Based on the TØP song that I'm listening to as I write this. I just got their albums for my birthday & I sorted it out a few hours ago. Lemme just say, holy shit. I actually love TØP so much. And Doubt is a really good song; we haven't had any Sherlock yet so 'ere we go!
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Kinda a prompt with this quote btw:
"Don't forget about me. Even when I doubt you. I'm no good without you, no, don't forget about me."
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Sherlock was a complex person. That much was often obvious. He hated people, yet knew them better than they knew themselves.
So when he met you, it was more or less the same situation as usual. Deduction of almost all of your life, followed by a smug grin.
What he hadn't expected was for you to be impressed - or to compliment him repeatedly.
Somehow, you ended up with each other's numbers and began talking often. Gradually, it escalated into a fully grown relationship.
But it was difficult sometimes. He would doubt you. Question everything you did, which soon irritated you to now end.
Sherlock didn't mean to. He didn't want you to forget about how he felt. To forget about him.
He knew that he'd changed since meeting you. Everyone knew it. His actions were thought through more and he would (occasionally) consider other people feelings.
He didn't think that he could back to it. Back to being the heartless, brilliant detective. Back to being without you.
He was no good without you.
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Compilation Of Oneshots
FanfictionHey, Bird here. Requests are open. No smut, pretty please. I'm only an innocent ace bean who makes D jokes. Quite a few are just things I feel like writing but oh well. Enjoy! P.S. *whispering* sowwy i think im until dawn trAsh
