SUPERWHOLOCK Imagines

Imagine: Jerk

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You're dating John Watson, Sherlocks best friend. Though you both should get along, it seems impossible. You both fight for Johns attention but Sherlock always wins. You're always getting stuck at the flat while John and Sherlock go out on cases. It gets lonely.

"Hey John," you greet your boyfriend as he from a case. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Hello love," he greets, hugging you back. You glare at Sherlock from over Johns shoulder. He smiles sweetly at you before walking past you both and into the lounge.

"Can you get us some tea?" Sherlock questions as you pull away from John.

"Why can't you get it yourself? I'm not your servant," you snap, crossing your arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were," he mocks, placing his hand over his heart jokingly. You clench your jaw, refraining from punching him in the face.

"Sherlock, that's not nice," John speaks up, sending him a look. "[Y/N], can you please make us some tea?"

"Whatever," you sigh, turning and walking to the kitchen. You begin to make the tea as you hear Sherlock and John talking in the other room.

"Why have you been acting so rude lately Sherlock? It's not like you," John whispers, worried for his best friend.

"You seem to care more for her than for me," Sherlock shoots back, his voice louder than Johns. "You're always spending time with her."

"Excuse me?" You question as you walk into the room, glaring at him. "You're the one who's always running off with my boyfriend. Every time you need him, he runs away with you. He never has any time for me because of you, you selfish asshole."

"I ask him for help on cases because I'm scared you'll take him away from me," Sherlock replies, his arms crossed.

And that's when it hits you. Sherlock is just afraid of losing his only friend. The only person in his life that doesn't despise him. Sherlock doesn't hate you. He's jealous of you.

"Sherlock," you whisper, walking up to him. "I'm so sorry." You throw your arms around him pulling him into a hug.

"Get off of me. I still don't like you," he mutters, slightly pushing you away. A small smirk appears on your face.

"I'm gonna make you hug me back William," you declare, staring up at him. His eyes widen slightly as he takes off running. You chase after him, your laughter filling the flat. He lets out a few laughs as John just watches, amused and confused.

"John! Stop your pet whale from chasing me!" Sherlock yells. You stop, placing a hand over your heart and pretending to be hurt.

"I thought I was more like a slightly large baby hippo," Sherlock laughs once more, running to hide behind John.

"You're anything but," he replies. You chuckle as you pretend to head somewhere else, but turn around and tackle him to the ground.

"Fine, but you're the giraffe you oversized freak."

"What does that make John?"

"I have no idea," you reply honestly, looking up at John.

"He's a hedgehog," Sherlock declares. You nod your head, agreeing. "And I'm more like an otter thank you very much. You're such an imbecile."

"And you're a psychopath." 

"I'm a high functioning sociopath, do your research," he feigns, annoyed once again.

"I did my research, and the definition of psychopath is your name," you shoot back, sticking your tongue out.

"And your name comes up as stupid. You lower the IQ of the whole street."

"At least I do it while looking good."

And with that, you walk out of the room and back to the kitchen, finishing the tea for the boys.