Sherlock Imagines [ Book 1 ]

Teardrops on My Guitar

Type: Songfic (Teardrops on my guitar)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

Requested by: jackskellingtonrulz5

Lyric modification: Drew is changed to he and I took out some lines cause Sherlock and Drew are nothing alike , (I don't mean to sound rude)

He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see that I want, and I need him. Everything that we should be

Sherlock Holmes had ruined your life.

Most people would consider this to be a bit of an extreme, claiming no one could "ruin" your life. But they didn't know the story. It wasn't your average fairytale, the story of a girl who fell in love with a man she knew would never love her back. You found it silly, at first you thought he wasn't capable of feeling anything. At least that's what you thought until you met Janine, the two seemed to be the ideal love birds. You couldn't help but fall in love with the detective, with his piercing gaze and cheekbones. You watched from afar, at first you couldn't believe that Sherlock Holmes had fallen in love. Maybe it was all an act, but then he introduced you to her and she seemed like everything you weren't.

He talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny, that I can't even see anyone when he's with me

Her hair always seemed to fall just the right way, her dark eyes sparkled when she smiled, she had a stable job and wasn't working in a forensics lab trying to keep up with her rent. You focused on your microscope, Molly had left for a dinner date, leaving you and Sherlock alone. You were one of his rare "friends." Sherlock placed his file down, his eyes fell on you for a moment. You did everything you  could to ignore it. You weren't enough, why could't you get that through your head?

"Could you pass me the scalpel?" Sherlock extended his hand before looking back down at his project. "It's right next to you. Get it yourself." You didn't even bother to look up, the thoughts coursing through your mind brought a certain bitterness to your tone. He looked up, slightly surprised. He stared at you for a moment before scooting his chair over a tad and picking up the tool before going back to his project.

"Y/N."

You didn't respond, you were so close to identifying the particle that had been left on the clothing if you could just concentrate....

"Y/N."

Just zoom in a bit farther....

"Y/N!"

"WHAT SHERLOCK?" You snapped, looking up at him. "Can you pass me a pen?"

"Are you that goddamn lazy?" You retorted, turning back to your project.

"I'm getting the feeling I did something." Sherlock cocked his head slightly as he studied you.

"No shit Sherlock." You muttered before taking a deep breath. It wasn't his fault. It's not like you ever openly told him what you were feeling, and he was happily in love from what you saw. You had no right to be upset with him, but you couldn't help but let out the anger and frustration out on him. Why couldn't he just deduce your feelings out of you? He knew everything else.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only thing that keeps me wishin' on a wishin' star. He's the song in the car, I keep playin' I don't know why I do

"You didn't do anything Sherlock." You murmered, jotting down a couple notes on your notepad before tossing him your pen. "There." Before you knew it, he was looming over you. "Yes Sherlock?" You asked, forcing every ounce of patience you had into the words. "You've been miffed at me for a while now." You shivered as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, "It's nothing Sherlock."