BBC Sherlock imagines

Finally.

"It's late, (Y/N), go to bed"
"Well, you go to bed too then!"
Your flatmate was being difficult...again. So you'd decided that you'd be difficult too. It was the 4th night in a row that Sherlock hadn't gone to bed and therefore you weren't going either, despite your obvious exhaustion from assisting him on a case earlier that day.
Sherlock rolled his eyes at you but said no more, instead continuing to pluck carelessly at his violin strings. So you immitated him, switching on your kindle and focussing your attention back on the book you'd started earlier that day, before Lestrade phoned, that is. You were immensely tired and you found yourself having to re-read sections several times in order to process it properly but still you didn't give in. You and Sherlock stayed like that for at least another twenty minutes or so, and it wasn't until you began to visibly sway that Sherlock spoke up again; "Right,that's it, go. To. Bed!"
"Fine!" You answered, getting increasingly bored and impatient with him. You switched off your kindle and swept off to your room,angrily, without another word.
After quickly changing you stumbled into your bed, having just enough time to pull the duvet over yourself and switch off the lamp before you drifted into a deep sleep.

You woke up early the next morning, as you always did, but you couldn't hear the usual cluttering that you had been able to hear the previous three mornings. You threw on your robe and pattered down the stairs to make yourself your morning coffee. As you walked into the kitchen though, you were met by an unusual site. From the back of Sherlock's chair, you could see the top of his head poking up, dark curls pressed against the chair; his violin bow was on the floor, underneath his hand which was hanging loosely off the arm of the chair and you could just see his shoulders rising and falling steadily. You smiled proudly to yourself as you realised that he'd simply fallen asleep. You decided making a coffee was too noisy and so you quickly poured yourself a glass of orange juice from the fridge and took it silently to go and sit on your chair with your kindle again. However, as you spun around, a stray test tube that was a little too close to the edge, flew off the kitchen table and landed noisily on the floor, smashing into several small pieces. You bit your lip to stop yourself cursing aloud and quickly placed your juice back down and grabbed a dustpan and brush from a cupboard, silently praying the commotion hadnt woken Sherlock. Your prayers were wasted however, as not half a minute later, you heard shuffling footsteps move towards the kitchen and stop in the doorway. You continued to clear away the glass, and as you were emptying it into the bin, he finally spoke up, with sleep still evident in his voice, "What happened?" You sighed quietly, "knocked a test tube off that's all" you answered, only now turning to face him. You were utterly surprised by his appearance. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and yet now he seemed so much more relaxed and informal, it almost gave off a vibe of vulnerability to him, and you had to admit you liked it. His hair was messy and ruffled, his face softer and eyelids drooping. Wait-drooping? He was still tired, perfect! This have you the chance to get him back to sleep. Yeah, it was great that he slept a little but it still wasn't enough. You then realise that you'd probably been looking at him a little longer than you should've and quickly averted your gaze, saying; "It's nothing to worry about, you should go back to sleep"
"I wasn't asleep, don't be absurd" he retaliated, but his voice and body was letting his argument down and he knew that, despite his stubbornness. You sighed again and after you'd checked that there was no more peices of glass left on the floor,  you marched towards him,  grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the living room, pulled him over to the sofa, and sat down as close to one end as possible and pulling him down with you. "Sleep" you ordered strictly. "No I-" he started but was cut off when you tugged on his arm again, so that his head was now resting on your lap. "Sleep" you repeated. "I can't" Sherlock said quietly. "For Christ sake, Sherlock! Stop being so bloody stubborn and sleep, will you!?"
"No, you don't understand, (Y/N), I honestly can't." he tried to explain. "Well, why not?" You asked, rather more aggressively than you probably should've. "Well, for one, I'm in a suit. Two, I'm not comfortable. And three..." he trailed off. You suddenly reali2sed the change in his time, and concern and worry grew inside you. "Sherlock, what's wrong?" You asked. He took and deep breath, sitting up and looking you in the eye. "I haven't not ben sleeping just because I'm a stubborn arsehole. I-I've not been able to stop...thinking."
"Thinking about what? I don't understand"
"You" he said, barely a whisper.
Your eyes widened and all you could do was stare at him, shocked. After a long moment, you finally managed to stutter out, "W-wait, Sherlock, do you mean it like th-that?"
"Yes."
Suddenly you broke out into the biggest, uncontrollable grin and it must have been contagious because Sherlock did the exact same, except he still had a slight look of uncertainty still on his face. "Why are you smiling?" He asked in such a small, confused and vulnerable voice that you just wanted to give him the biggest hug but you didn't and instead replied;  "Oh, Sherlock. For the world's only consulting detective, you really are blind"
Just then, a long yawn escaped his lips and you remembered just how tired he was. "Right, shall we fix those first two reasons?" He simply nodded,eyelids drooping again. You lead him to his bedroom where you waited outside for him too change. Once he'd reopened the door, you went in with him, and sat up against his headboard on the side off the bed he didn't sleep on. He then lay down next to you and you whispered "You don't need to think about me when I'm right here" to which he smiled at and finally let his eyes closed. You played with his raven curls until his soft snoring filled the room. You relaxed back. "Finally" you whispered to yourself.
Finally.

A/N
The photo above is completely unrelated but adorable so please look at it?😂 I will probably add unrelated photos to many more of my stories. Xx