Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

Deductions

Type: Oneshot
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: none

You scurried around 221b, realizing it was almost time for your date. Your outfit was obviously different, from your normal sweat pants and a t shirt with a messy bun. The closest to dressed up was when you were forced to dress in a pantsuit for Scottlandyard. You bit your freshly glossed lip, dressed in a tight red cocktail dress, black heels, and your h/c straightened.

You walked past the kitchen to find Sherlock dissecting a..... What was that? An arm? You didn't have time to care. John lounged in his chair, looking up from his laptop amused. He was helping Sherlock on a case.

"Y/N."

"Yes Sherlock?" You asked annoyed, picking up your purse as you adjusted your hair in the mirror. "We could really use your help here-" he looked at you, seeming momentarily stunned. "Would it kill you to put the arm away long enough for my date to pick me up?"

"Date?" His tone changed, his piercing gaze rested on you, he seemed momentarily stunned.

"Grant. Jesus Sherlock I told you about him last week!"

"Oh." The detective looked back down at the arm.

"Y/N this nice Grant fellow is here!" Mrs. Hudson called up, you gave a little jump, pure excitement filling you. John chuckled as you opened the door, Grant, a tall, wealthy (not to mention handsome) man entered the flat. He handed you a bouquet of roses. You felt a slight blush spread over your cheeks, you smiled. "Grant this Dr. John Watson, and my flat mate Sherlock Holmes." You smiled as you gestures towards the two men, John stood, extending his hand. "John Watson."

"Grant Ward."

Grant turned back to you, a pearly white smile that made you feel like your legs were going to give out upon his face. "You look lovely."

"Mr. Ward, I'm afraid Y/N won't be seeing you tonight."

Grant cocked his head, you glared at Sherlock, but were also confused, "Sherlock Wh-"

"Mr. Ward here as three other girlfriends, hence the lipstick on his cheek he tried to desperately to scrub off along with faint perfume. The kind I know you don't wear, heavy flower scents make you gag, aswell as the fact he was planning to, how should I put it, have his way with you, due to the breath freshener as well as a condo-"

"Sherlock!" You growled, feeling anger and embarrassment course through you, before turning towards Grant who looked flabbergasted. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"John, do send him with some ice." Sherlock called as he walked back into the kitchen.

"What? Why?"

He was answered by your fist colliding with Grant's jaw. "Get out of my flat!" You hissed, shoving him out as you fought back tears. Everything had been going so well! You should of known better. "Y/N?! How can you trust such a-" Grant never got to finish his sentence as you slammed the door in his face.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Three months of lies.

You'd apparently been crying as you saw John cast you a sympathetic glance and gave you a small hug.

He casted a glare at Sherlock over your shoulder, he gently guided you to the couch. "I'll make you some tea."

He walked towards the kitchen, the soft sounds of a rather heated whispering session between Sherlock and John could be heard. A few minutes later you felt an arm wrap around you, you let yourself fall onto its owner's chest. Finding it surprisingly bony, you looked upward to find Sherlock awkwardly trying to comfort you.

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Sherlock Holmes nor John Watson had ever, ever seen you cry. You always handled things well emotionally. Sherlock was unsure of what he was doing was correct, he had seen it in a movie somewhere.

He felt an anger burning inside of him, unsure why. It was directed at this Grant fellow, but why? Seeing you so distressed tugged at his heart.

Caring is not an advantage.

Caring is not an advantage.

His brother's words echoed in his mind.

"Shut up!"

You pulled away instantly, even more hurt clouding your eyes. "I'm s-sorry I-I didn't mean to-"

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You bit your lip, More tears blurring your vision.

"No not you!"

"Oh so were you talking to the skull again?"

"Y/N....."

He looked helpless, you felt Anger growing in the pit of your stomach. You went to get up but instead received one of the biggest surprises of your life. Sherlock grabbed your arm, the slightest touch firing up butterflies in your stomach. He pulled you back down on the couch and his lips connected with yours. At first you were shocked, but eventually gave in. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him. The moment was ended by the sound of John clearing his throat,

"I suppose tea later?"

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A/N I am so sorry for the inactivity, I'll get back to updating on a regular basis! Requests are open! Love y'all