Sherlock x reader: Oneshots

I'm Here.

 Since I haven't even passed the first season, I feel it'd be difficult to imagine what Sherlock would do in this sort of situation. But I will do my best in this story. Please keep in mind that this story involves attempted suicide and TONES of feelios. Do not worry though, it is nice and sweet at the end :3

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You awoke from your bed, staring at the ceiling in thought. 'Why should I get get up?'  "I have to check on Sherlock." You said, not moving. 'What does it matter...? He wouldn't notice you gone at all.. He's so smart he's better of without you.'  The voices continued to whisper awful things in your head. You shook the tears away, and got out of bed. You changed and got ready to start the day. You left your room and went to the kitchen to make Sherlock some breakfast. As you finished cooking, Sherlock came into the room and put the kettle on for some tea. Your stomach growled loudly, and you had to force down each and every bite without wanting to spit it out. 'You are so awful. You're bad at everything. How could anyone love you. You're such a disappointment. You aren't good enough.'

The voices kept crawling into your mind. They wouldn't stop. Your heart was racing and your eyes burned with tears. You couldn't take it. You WOULDN'T take it anymore. This ends now. You suddenly got up from your chair and grabbed your purse. Sherlock was still in the kitchen and he had no idea what was inside that little bag of yours.

~Sherlock's P.O.V~

I finished making my tea, and when I left the kitchen, Y/n was not where she was a minute ago. Puzzled, I went to her room. Nothing. I went downstairs and knocked on Mrs.Hudson's door. She answered and she looked just as confused as I did. "Mrs.Hudson? Do you know where Y/n went?" "Oh, she said she was going for a walk. If I were you, I'd go to that old park at the edge of town." "Why there?" "She told me she goes there often when she needs time to herself." I thanked her and as I was stepping out the door, I heard her say something that made my heart race. "Please, save her from herself."

I didn't have the time to flag a cabbie, so I ran. I ran as fast as I could go to that park. On my way, I was trying to deduce what Mrs.Hudson meant. 'Is she depressed? She almost never eats, she always is in her room, and... her eyes. They don't sparkle with life like they used to. They always are dull and lifeless.. How could I be so foolish!? I can solve impossible murders and catch some of the most fierce criminals, but I couldn't deduce that the woman I had fallen in love with wanted to kill herself! How can I be that stupid!?'

I finally made it to the park and kept running until I began hearing someone crying. I stopped and panted to catch my breath. I peaked from behind a tree, and saw Y/n sitting on a log. She sniffled as she opened her purse and pulled out a gun. Adrenaline shot through my body and I ran once again and managed to take the gun away from her. I threw it as hard as I could and ran over to her. She had a look of shock on her face. I knelled down to her level and held her hands as fear overtook my face. "Y/n, why didn't you tell me? Why would you ever think to do that?" Her eyes filled with tears and they fell. She thew herself into my arms and cried very loudly. "Because I don't matter! I don't why you put up with me! I don't know why I fell for you when I KNEW you would NEVER love someone as awful as me! And..." She looked down at her feet. "I want the voices to stop... they won't go away. They're always there and they won't leave me alone." I let her go and put my hands on her face. "Y/n.." I wiped away her tears and my heart raced as she looked up at me. "Those voice will never go away, but you can learn not acknowledge them. With time, you'll still hear them, but you'll be able to not listen to them. You'll learn to ignore them and you WILL learn that you are a wonderful person..." I felt my face heat up as I said the next three words. "I love you."

~Your P.O.V~

'He... he just said he loved me.' I thought. The voices were still there, telling me he was lying. But... his eyes proved them wrong. His eyes for the first time were full of love and kindness. His smile wasn't that cocky smirk either. It was a genuine, loving smile. Finally, a smile appeared on my face. It didn't feel like a fake one, or a smile I'd practiced in the mirror to make perfect. It was my first genuine, and happy smile. I knew my depressed wasn't completely gone, but I knew me and him had just made the first step to stopping it.

The End~!