Sherlock imagines

First fight as a couple

A/N I'm so, so sorry that It took so long for me to update! I really can't get the Greg and Jim ones done, but I will of course try. For now, you will have to do with the tree others😅 Thank you all so, so much for reading! Love you all<3 all credit to the artist (me) for making the eyes😜

Sherlock:
God knows how much you hated Sherlocks mind palace. He used hours and hours in there, doing nothing, with no signs of life behind his closed eyes. He hadn't said a word in five days, consuming nothing but tea, and he was driving you crazy. Sherlock was paler and thinner than usual. You had to yell his name before he snapped back into reality. He send you a grumpy look, but the bags under his eyes and his flaccid, black curls made it look more miserable. "Sherlock, you need to eat! You will die if you don't get some energy!" But as everybody knows, you can't reason with Sherlock bloody Holmes. "Eat!" It was hard to hold back the anger in you voice. "Eating is boring, it slows me down." You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. It was like talking to a five year old! "You should eat three meals a day, every day, but you have been in your bloody mind palace for nearly a week! It's important to eat!" You growled. Oh, this man could make your blood boil. "I can see you talk from experience," he muttered, not actually wanting you to hear him. All rage left you, leaving an empty shell behind. Sherlock knew that you were very self conscious about your body, but in that moment he didn't care. All the times Donovan had mocked you, were fresh in your mind. "Then starve in peace!" you hissed, leaving a startled Sherlock behind. you walked off to your room and slammed the door. "Y/N, I didn't mean it! Please open!" He heard the sound of you crying, and decided to break the door down. He slammed all his weight on the door, but the it didn't even crack. He realised that you were right. He didn't have the strength. The loud noise made you rush to the door, only to open it and see a hurt Sherlock sitting on the floor. He looked up, and pulled you down into his arms. "Dinner?" You smiled. "Starving."

John:
John forgot your date. Again. Sherlock and his cases were clearly behind it, and it really hurt that he chose Sherlock over you. With wet eyes, you paid for your drink. You left and got a lot of compassionate glances from the other guests. You waited for John, and about midnight he came sneaking into the flat. You turned on the lights, and he spun around to look at you. "Oh! Y/N," He sounded surprised, but nervous. "I didn't know you would be up so late!" He scratched his neck, very awkwardly, and silently begged you to have mercy. "Oh, spare me!" You hissed, earning a scared look from John. "Why wasn't you at the restaurant? Give me one good reason, just one!" Your voice cracked, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry, but Sherlo-" you cut him off. "Don't make me compete with Sherlock Holmes! You clearly love him more than you love me, so why don't you two just elope, for gods sake!" To your surprise, John pulled you into a comforting hug. "Beauty, I would never, ever leave you!" You cried out on his chest, while John muttered how much he loved you and that he would make it up to you.

Mycroft:
"Y/N, what do you think you are doing?" You dropped the umbrella in shock, and blushed wildly. Mycroft picked up the umbrella, and send you a look that clearly said: "I'm living in a world of goldfish." He turned to leave without another word. You grabbed his arm, and he turned back to look at you. "Can we talk?" He nodded and placed himself in a chair, crossing his legs. "Before you say anything, please never touch my umbrella again." He used that voice he only uses when he talks to people, who is way under his level, and of course you noticed. "Mycroft, you're a nice man, and I love you, but sometimes, just sometimes, could you just act like you actually love me back? Or just like I'm not another goldfish in the sea?" You spat out the word 'goldfish' like it was some kind of rotten fruit. "Y/N, my dear, you are keeping me from doing my work, and I need to have it done by tomorrow!" He acted like he was talking to a stubborn teenager, who just wouldn't listen. His eyes were cold and they darted impatiently to the door. "Well then, 'my dear', as you so politely are suggesting, i'll stop showing my face here again..." your voice trailed off, and it felt like needle-sharp knives were cutting your chest. Mycroft rose, and send you an exaggerated fake smile. "I am certain you know the way out. But first, give me your key." The pain in your throat prevented you from talking. You violently pulled the keys from your back pocket and threw them at were you thought Mycroft were standing, but the water in your eyes made the whole world a blurry mess. The sound of the keys ravelling over the floor broke down your cold facade, and you ran, teary eyed, to the door.

A/N yeah, as I said, I just need some inspiration to make the last two, and feel free to leave some in the comments!<3 I will continue the one with Mycroft in the next one. See you soon!<3 (I hope...)
-ND