Imagines/One shots *Requests Closed*

BBC Sherlock x reader One shot

You were done, completely done. He'd gotten on your nerves for the last time. Everyday you had to deal with the stupid sociopath making some comment about how you walked, what you wore, how smart you were and who you liked. So you walked out.

You used to live in a flat below the internet star Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr. John Watson. John had been very nice to you, helping you bring in your groceries, fixing your lights and just being a good neighbor.

Sherlock on the other hand had been nothing but an annoying, well, dick. The first time he'd seen you he'd told you almost everything about your life. How you and your parents fought about everything, how you were just barely scraping by at your job, how you'd had no dates in the past year. He was just rude.

Eventually you'd grown closer to the crime solving duo. You helped John edit his blog and did a bit of cleaning around their flat for Mrs. Hudson. You'd even go as far as to call John a friend and Sherlock a sometimes friend.

But one day Sherlock had just crossed the line. You were up in Sherlock and John's flat helping John with some editing when Sherlock arrived home from whatever he was doing. "How much alcohol did you have last night?" Sherlock asked you. "What do you mean?" You asked. You knew how much, but you'd cleaned up well, even your hangover wasn't that bad. "I mean if you look at the laptop screen for too long you flinch. Also if I raise my VOICE," Sherlock said yelling the last word.

You flinched as the loud sound hit your pounding head. "So what happened, who died?" Sherlock asked. You didn't even ask how he knew that, you didn't care. "No one died Sherlock," you said coldly. "Oh yes they did, your eyes are slightly red rimmed from crying even though you showered to try and help them," Sherlock replied.

"Fine then, it wasn't a who, it was a what, my dog I've had since middle school died," you said trying not to let the quiver in your voice be heard. "A dog? It was only an animal," Sherlock said. "No he wasn't, this dog was like a best friend to me and I loved him!" You yelled at Sherlock. "You people are ridiculous with you sentiments," Sherlock said with a slight laugh.

"You know what, I'm sick of you Sherlock! I've been putting up with your crap for months now!" You yelled. You grabbed your bag and stormed out of the flat. "Dear, what-" Mrs.Hudson began to ask. "Nothing. I just need some air," you replied and continued outside.

You walked a few yards and then stopped. People surrounded you, walking by, barely noticing. You sat down on a bench, buried your face in your hands and cried. After a few minutes someone sat down beside you. "I'm... sorry," they said. You looked up from your hands and saw the face of Sherlock looking at you. "Thanks," you replied. "I just didn't understand how much your dog mean't to you," Sherlock replied. "No, it's fine, I'm fine, really," you replied. Suddenly two warm arms wrapped you in a hug. You were taken by surprise, Sherlock didn't normally do this kind of thing.

"Here, lets go back to my flat and have Mrs. Hudson make us a cup of tea," Sherlock said letting go of you and standing up offering you his hand. "You know, she's not your housekeeper," you said taking Sherlock's hand and following him back inside.