Another embarrasing fact about John, because I am bored and still angry at him: He can’t hold on to a decent relationship. All his girlfriends always left him for various unknown reasons. Either he was too boring for them, or not good enough at certain activities, or he didn’t give them enough attention because they were all worthless, stupid and boring anyway. Just a waste of time.
Or because John isn’t capable of a long term relationship due to his attachment issues steming from his distant parents.
A Little More Than a Lovers Quarrel (Sherlock x Reader)
Summary: When Sherlocks case seems to be more then he can chew he takes it out on (Y/N). Things have been said that may not ever be forgiven and Sherlock doesn’t seem the least bit remorseful.
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Anon Requested: Number 8 from the Angst prompt list
You never thought you would find love in London. It was such a big city you were sure you were going to be overlooked. You always dreamt of maybe meeting someone at a farmers market out in the country, or maybe on a walk through the country side. Not suddenly being thrust into a crime investigation. Meeting the infamous Sherlock Holmes was another dream of yours you could say. You heard of this man and his brilliant mind and have been intrigued ever since.
Though this happened a few years ago you still find more and more things to admire/learn about him. You learned that he played his violin whenever he was stressed or needed to work through something. You learned that he had a brother that he seemed to always be annoyed with. The last and very important thing you learned that he was and you quote “A high functioning sociopath.” People always wondered how anyone could possibly love a sociopath? Because by someones ignorant definition they couldn’t love anybody. You knew this to be very wrong. Yes he lacked certain traits that would make someone seem “normal” whatever normal was now these days. You knew he loved you. You were sure of it. You had to be at least.
You don’t know what lead you here though. In recent days things have been tense. You made sure to give him his space unless he requested you specifically. But that mainly consisted of you making him tea and/or biscuits. People may find this weird considering it’s Sherlock but you found this behavior quite odd. In your few years of dating him he had a certain routine. He would get up in the morning before you, He would shower and brush his teeth, He would walk around in his robe and watch the “not accurate at all” television or read through cases either his brother Mycroft or his police friend Lestrade had given him. After all that this is where you would normally wake up. He would greet you with a wave of a hand, nod, or some other gesture so you know he acknowledged your presence. There was always the rare occasion that he would bring you into a stiff embrace and kiss your forehead and mumble a “Good Morning” but now he is acting completely off in your mind. He wouldn’t acknowledge you at all which yes that occasionally happened but not days on end...
This all started when he had gotten a case delivered to him by his brother himself. You happened to walk in on the meeting as you came back with groceries. They both looked at you in surprise. Like you had three heads or something. You greeted the both of them of course and headed to the kitchen to unpack the groceries. Their voice were now reduced to harsh whispers but you knew better to listen in on their conversations because you knew Sherlock would tell you eventually. That was the first red flag because after Mycroft left with Sherlock harshly escorting him out and a slam of the door he hasn’t been the same. Now when you entered the room or try to get his attention you would get a harsh glare. When you wanted some form of affection -which was mainly hand holding- he would pull away or shrug it off. The recent incident was the worst though. This was the first time he had shouted at you and not the type of “I’m calling you from the other room” or “You are in imminent danger” kind of shout. This was an “In your face screaming my head off.” and it all began when you spilled a cup of tea.
It was currently mid-morning on a nice late autumn-early winter day. There was a slight fog on the windows when you woke up showing the tempter of the outside. You could hear Sherlock play his violin which could be a good or bad sign. It was nice to wake up to though. You removed yourself from the comfort of the warm bed and stood up. Your night clothes did the bare minimum to keep you warm so you moved to the other side of the bed toward the bedroom door and retrieved one of Sherlock's robes. Though that also did little to shield you from the cold it smelled like him and that was all you needed to warm you up. You walk into the kitchen to see Sherlock’s back facing you as he stares out the window. You decide to keep quiet and make some tea for the both of you to enjoy. You turn to the left into the kitchen and begin preparing some tea in silence. You make sure to make his just the way he likes it. You poor the tea in his designated cup as well as yours in your own and begin walking into the living room heading toward the coffee table. You look up from the tray to see that the wall behind the couch has new case he must be working on. As you are announcing your presence to Sherlock your foot gets caught on the carpet and you trip. This causes you to fall with your head narrowly missing the coffee table. Yet that isn’t the worst part. When you fell the jerking of your body falling forward caused the two tea cups to fly off the tray. The cups crash against the couch spraying both the couch and some of the case work. You land with a whimper and a thud. The crash of everything caused Sherlock to pause abruptly mid-note. As you look down at yourself you can see that your elbows have really bad rug burn.
It is eerily silent for a moment. You look over at Sherlock and say “Can you get me so-” “You ruined it...” Sherlock says staring at the wall. You look back and see the tea stains on the pictures, paperwork, maps, and a few of the evidence bags. “Oh Sherlock... I am so sorry!” You exclaim. “You ruined it! Do you have any idea how long it took me to acquire this information!” He snaps. This causes you to flinch slightly. “Sherlock I didn’t mean to.” You say trying to reason with him. “Of course you didn’t mean to! You are so simple minded!” Sherlock says walking over to the wall after placing his violin and bow on his chair. “Sherlock what on Earth has gotten into you?” You ask calmly. “Nothing! Nothing has gotten into me and that is the problem!” He says as he looks through the mess to see that the words on the papers as well as the pictures were soiled. “She-” “This case has been very difficult no thanks to you!” He says as he rushes to get some paper towels to dab on his work. “What do you mean?” “You have been no help at all! You have just been lounging around! No help! You are no help!” You can tell that his temper is getting the best of him. “Sherlock how can I help if you don’t tell me anything?” You ask walking up to him. “You were supp-” “I can’t do anything to help Sherlock! I’m not a mind reader.” You say your voice rising ever so slightly. This seems to set him off as he suddenly starts going on a tangent. “You should have known (Y/N)! All you do is lay around all day and do nothing!” He says trying his best to dab the paper only for it to tear. This causes him to snarl. “The least you can do is be observant!” He says.
You try to cut in but he continues. “And God you are so lazy! You do absolutely nothing!” He says throwing the wet paper towel down and turning to you. “You borrow my clothes without permission! You are constantly nagging at me!” He runs a hand through his hair trying to cool off but nothing seems to work. “You are always begging and begging for attention! You don’t understand that not everything is about you!” He says as he begins to pace. This gives you enough time to get a few words in. “How can you say I’m lazy! You’re the one who does most of the lounging in my opinion!” You exclaim. “I buy groceries all the time! I clean, I cook, and don’t even get a ‘Thank you’ for it!” You say as tears begin to fill your eyes. “And whose card do you use to get that stuff (Y/N)?” He asks seemingly condescending. “I use my bloody card! So don’t you dare say that I mooch off of you!” You says walking in front of him as he is pacing. This causes you to stop abruptly. “As for nagging and “begging” for attention. You know that is a complete lie!” You says crossing your arms wincing as your arms rubs against each other. “I just was some attention and you haven’t given me any! It is as if I’m a ghost here.” “Well I don’t ask you to be here and do this stuff for me!” He says. His glare cutting through you it seems. “You don’t have to because that is what a partner does! They do it because they love each other!” You says tossing your hands in the air in anger.
“And what do you know of love?” He asks with a raised brow. You look at him confused. “What?” “What do you know of this love (Y/N)?” He spits your name with venom. “I-” “Because you don’t know! Even I don’t know!” He shouts turning away from you pacing to the far window. “What do yo-” He continues to stare out the window. “Love is just a chemical imbalance in the brain! You are just to incompetent to realize that yet!” He growls. “I know that it is an emotion I feel for you Sherlock!” You say striding up to him. “I know I love you!” “Well I don’t love you!” He screams turning and leaning toward your face. You close your eyes at the magnitude of his voice. “W-what?” You ask. “I can’t believe you couldn’t see it from the start.” He grumbles and turns away. “What do you mean Sherlock!” You demand. “My God (Y/N) I am a sociopath! I don’t feel love!” He says gesturing to himself. “You know that isn’t true Sherlock! I know you feel something for me!” You say as a lone tear rolls down your cheek. “Even if it isn’t love I know you feel something!” You say grabbing onto his hand and pulling it to your chest. “You hav-” “You don’t get it do you?” He asks but it sounds more like a statement. “I have never loved you! I have never felt any sort of happy emotion toward you!” He shouts ripping his hand from your grasp. “You... You don’t mean that...” You say in disbelief. “All you were was some annoying experiment that I couldn’t get rid of. It was never meant to go this far.” He says pushing past you. “You’re wrong! You love me Sherlock I know you do!” You cry as more and more tears collect in your eyes and run down your cheek.
“Sentiment is weakness (Y/N) and it is making you delusional! I never loved you! I never cared about you!” He shouts. You step toward him but he only continues. “All you have ever been was thorn in my side that I could never dig out!” He shouts. At this point you were in tears. “I don’t even know why I was ever with you in the first place! You were just to stupid to see that this was a failing experiment in the making!” This causes you to sob. “It wasn’t! I lo-” “I have told you before I don’t love you! I never have and I never will!” He says storming up to you. “It was fun in the beginning to see what makes love so special but there is nothing special about it!” He shouts tossing his hands in the air. “It is just a chemical imbalance in the brain that people like you are so stupid enough to believe it is something more then that!” He hisses and all you can do is whimper a small “Stop” “You are so stupid to believe that I was ever capable of loving someone like you! You’re Ju-” “Enough!” You shout. Your voice travels through the entire apartment. “I-I’ve heard enough!” You say rushing past him toward the door to the landing. Only your sobs can be heard as you rush down the stairs and out the door of the apartment. The door slams shut and Sherlock is left with and uncomfortable silence.
can i just say that you're very attractive and i have never felt disgust towards you
(also it's kinda hot when you're talking about cases-)
As I said before, people are just attracted to my physical appearance. But if you actually met me in person, and I would talk to you for 5 minutes, that would fade as well. And I don't mean talk about cases, I mean that I would probably deduce you or insult you until you hated me. It just happens.
