S H E R L O C K preferences and imagines.

How you meet

~Sherlock~

It was your first day in the yard, you had transferred from America. You had become what normal people would call friends with Greg Lestrade, DI. you were enjoying a cigarette near an open window, when you saw a tall man (yall know what Sherlock looks like) come up to Greg and complain about a case 

"I need an assistant while Johns sick, Grey"

"It's Greg, and that's your partner for this case" he pointed at you. The man went up to you and studied you

"You're American,"  he said

"your British" you sassed

"well, you come from America, an island showing your fading tan, presumably somewhere tropical, for you hairs frizzy due to the ocean breeze salt, but you're trying to hide it with something cheap you got just this morning. you play the ukulele and you're an only child. Not close with your parents. You only date people who have the same or higher intelligence, your very intelligent, but not as much as me of course. It's your first day here and you have a confident personality, showing that you have no fear of meeting new people. you must be good, considering your being put with me. you did FBI, did you not?" he deducted you. you decided to annoy him.

"well," you mimicked, taking the cigarette out of your teeth and blowing the smoke into his face "you've been in Britan your whole life, cause, well, your pale, plays the violin, a former drug addict, no, still addicted. has a cigaret at least once every three days. always bored, solves these crimes for fun, as do I. No close relationship with anyone in your family, maybe your brother. Lives with someone short, no glasses. Uses nicotine patches, loves tea, classical music, doesn't date, and hasn't in a while. annoying,  prick, and no, I worked in a mental hospital. security."

everyone was amazed at your sass towards him .

"Sherlock," he said

"Y/n"

"hows seven?"

"seven thirty"

"place?"

"587 Lillian street"

"see you then"

you and the detective parted ways. Donavin and Anderson followed you.

"what was that?" Anderson asked

"I believe what one would call a date"

"Oh, god, theirs two of them"

~John~

you were walking home from your job at the library when you bumped into someone (the hedgehog b o i!)

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" you squeaked

"Oh, it fine" he said "can I buy you a make up coffee?"

"I'd much rather have your number," you said with surprising confidence. he wrote his number down and gave it to you. you two said your goodbye's and separated ways. with a bit more spring in your step.

~Greg~

you were on your way home from work. You were an interior designer, just going home from a very important client. You checked your messages on your phone and put it back in your purse; only to find a few seconds later that you felt lighter. looks like someone took off with your purse. "hey! stop him!" you yell while doing that limp thing people do while taking off shoes while trying to run and going after him. you found him on the ground with a man putting cuffs on him. 

"this is yours I presume?" he said, holding up your purse.

"yes! thank you, sir"

"oh, yes" he held his hand out "Greg Lestrade, DI"

you shook his hand "Y/n L/n"

"here" he also handed you a piece of paper "in case you ever get stolen from again" he walked off with the criminal you unfolded the paper to find out his number was on it. gosh diddly darn he's smooth.

~Jim~

You were to meet your new boss today. you worked for the FBI, professional assassin. you were walking into the building with your (color) crop top and (length) shorts. you meet the person you were told to be showing you your boss. you found out his name was Sebastian.

"he's in here," Sebastian said, gesturing to a door in the mansion.  

"thanks," you said, opening the door.

"you're the assassin?" The man behind the desk inquired

"unless you want me to make a suicide, I'm your girl"

"Good. I need you to make this person...dissapear" He handed you a file "get creative, have fun"

"my plesure" you smirked

"Since your staying here, why don't I give you... a tour?"

~Mycroft~

You were working the late shift at the diner when a man came in. not that bad looking, also. he went up to the bar and sat at a stool. you went up to him

"What can I get ya hon'?" you inquired

"I heard you have the best chocolate cake"

"Well, you heard right. best in the whole of England," you said, going off with his order. when you got the order you wrote your number in the napkin under the cake and slid over to him and set the cake in front of him and winked. the next day the man called

"heya" you said "who might this be?"

"The man from the diner, Mycroft"

"Y/n"

"what a wonderful name"

"I could say the same"

(GIVE ME THE REQUESTS)

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Edited: 1/23/19