POV: 2nd person
Warnings: Sherlock + Green Day
Prompt: you're singing American Idiot by Green Day and Sherlock interrupts
I was trying to think of the opposite of American idiot so ye Ah
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You heard gunshots as you cleaned yours and Sherlock's bedroom. He must be stumped on some aspect of his case if he's shooting at the wall. Hopefully that's what he's shooting...
"Sherlock!" you yell at him. You've been trying to get him to not shoot anything besides the wall. Yesterday you came home to a hole in your chair.
"It was the bloody damn wall, y/n," he reassured you angrily. "Who would a serial killer be texting this way!?"
You just sighed at him and finished making the bed, singing softly along to American Idiot by Green Day. You walked out into the kitchen, still singing. Sherlock must have heard you sing "Don't want to be an American Idiot," because you heard him say, "Well I'm already a british genius, so I don't fancy it either."
You started laughing really hard, putting your head into your pale, but dirty hands. You went into the living room to see Sherlock in his halfway unbuttoned purple button up; your favorite, and his ebony curls going every which way on his head.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"You, Sherlock."
"Why am I funny? When am I ever funny?"
"Your response to my song. Well, not my song but..."
"Well, why would I want to be an 'American Idiot' when I'm the world's greatest detective? From London?"
"Sherlock, it's called rock music." You told him. "It's called American Idiot by the band Green Day." You didn't think he knew anything but classical.
"Christ, I know what rock music is, y/n." You chuckled at him. You stared at him in silence until you both cracked a smile. Ah, but Sherlock's smile!! It could make you happy anytime you needed, but only if it was genuine. You know his fake smile. His eyes don't squint or his eyebrows don't move but the corners of his mouth go upward. But a genuine smile, his eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow, and he'll show some teeth every now and again. You liked that smile.
"Want some tea?" You asked, breaking the silence. But not the smile.
"Milk and a human eyeball, please." He requested, referring to the time one fell into his tea.
"You got it," you said heading into the kitchen, but stopping yourself. "You're joking, right?" You just wanted to make sure.
"Course I'm bloody joking!" He laughed. He laughed.
"When it comes to Sherlock Holmes, you never know!" You inform him, walking fully into the kitchen. You turned the kettle on, and finished singing American Idiot while you waited for the water to boil. Once it was finished, you poured the water in mugs, put tea bags in them, and added milk, putting some sugar in yours. You walked back into the living room seeing Sherlock rip of his earbuds. He gave me his fake smile and said, "That is the worst song I've ever heard." He must've listened to it while I was in the kitchen.
"It's not that bad, Sherlock! There's definitely worse than that. Like pop music." You laughed at yourself. "Do you like or even know anything besides classical?"
"Course I do! I love the band Queen. Ever heard of 'em?" He mocked me.
"Obviously! I listen to them all the time! Christ, Sherlock," you said that last part under your breath. "Here's your tea. With that eyeball you asked for." You handed him his mug. He grabbed it and discreetly checked to make sure there wasn't one actually in there. "I saw that!" You jokingly punch him, still holding onto your mug somehow.
"When it comes to y/f/n, you never know!"
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They're underlined because of a part two huehuehue
But yeah I got into Sherlock again?? And I couldn't only write spn imagines so I changed it. Hope that's okay to the two people reading this...
love you two
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multifandom imagines
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* This whole book is a literal disaster buttt I think the title is self-explanatory??
