Inspired by All Time Low's Drugs and Candy.
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I can't take another hollow point conversation
It's getting harder to fake
The sound of you
There's something I can't shake
This has been that time of the day where Sherlock was completely distracted. His distraction wasn't caused by any matter on the recent case he's in, but because of the woman he's talking to.
He despised women, for some are manipulative, but Y/N was different. Though there are times that she says something out of the context, but the detective couldn't fathom the fact that there's something that makes his flatmate special.
The sweetness of you on my tongue
I breathe you in, you fill my lungs
A bitter taste, surrender waste
Another weakness
There are times that he couldn't help it but let her scent toxify him, losing concentration on whatever he was doing.
This is the reason why they never brought Y/N in his cases. Having her around destroys his complete focus on the work.
You and me are like drugs and candy
Take one down for the young and easy
You've got me out of my head
I fill this space in your bed
I got the beat of the breakdown, breakdown
You and me are like drugs and candy and I don't wanna give it up
Y/N's like Moriarty, she keeps on putting virus in the hard drive, though she does not notice it. John, on the other hand, does not notice, as Sherlock does not conceive any emotion.
John started to notice things when Y/N was taken hostage in a bus hijacking. He saw how his flatmate wanted to risk his life. He even noticed the "concerned" tone in Sherlock's voice.
"Sherlock, we have to wait!"
"No, John, Y/N's in trouble. We have to get her out there immediately."
You caught me in a moment of redemption
There's nothing to explain
You've got me on the edge of indiscretion
You said you feel the same
Sherlock kept telling John about his feelings towards Y/N. It was news for John, as he finally figured out what occupies Sherlock whenever they're going out for a case.
The duo did not know that Y/N heard every single bit of their conversation and suddenly felt something awful on falling for the detective.
The day passed with Y/N ignoring everyone around and Sherlock completely losing his mind. Nicotine patches no longer work for him. Shooting the walls never brought satisfaction back to him.
On a fortunate moment, Sherlock was left alone in his flat, trying to find answers in his mind palace. He got nothing, except for Mycroft reminding him never fall for sentiment.
The familiar sweet scent started to fill his nostrils, pulling him out from his mind palace. He found his flatmate fixing a cup of tea in the kitchen.
"Can I have a cup of tea, Y/N?"
"Sure," As Y/N fixed his tea, Sherlock could see how flushed her cheeks were and how her fingers shook.
"Y/N, I need to tell you something. I need to get this out--"
"Forgive me if I was eavesdropping, but I heard everything." Y/N passed his tea.
"That's great, now you knew." Sherlock said, sipping his tea.
"No, it's not." Y/N murmured, wrapping her arms around herself. "I-I heard you...you do not do sentiment. You told that to Irene."
"I could make an exception." Sherlock replied back.
"I'm not kidding."
"Well, because you're Y/N!" Sherlock blurted out, chuckling as he placed his tea somewhere safe.
Y/N's cup falls on the floor as Sherlock grabbed her face and his lips latched on hers.
A smirk plastered on his face, as he released her. He sunk down on his chair and started to concentrate, leaving Y/N speechless.
