Random Simp Book (one shots, imagines, etc.)

BBC Sherlock Headcanons

A/N: Read at my expense. Posted in my Sherlock imagines book which is now discontinued

Warnings: drugs, swearing, high Sherlock, nudity, shocked John (literally only one of those is a warning but still)

Word Count: 1176

-The first time you two meet, it's in the halls of your college

-He was smoking a cigarette, clogging up the whole hallway with his smoke

-You hated it when people smoked indoors, careless of anyone who didn't want to inhale damaging fumes

-You walked up to him and swiped the cigarette right out of his mouth, snapping a harsh,

-'You know, there are some people who don't want your smoke up their noses.'

-He ran an eye over you with a one - sided smile, then spoke smoothly, running a hand through his black curls

-'You study hard, your name is (Y/N) (L/N), you love this college, you have a large amount of friends, although some are fake because they're a little scared of you, you hate the idea that people take drugs, because you believe no one should choose to ruin their health, and finally, you hate me for smoking in your corridor.'

-You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall opposite him

-'So, your the one,' you muttered. 'The great Sherlock Holmes, who can tell who's been shagging and who's been jacking off, the college terror and detective and prick. Had fun with your deducing?'

-'Oh, of course.'

-You huffed. 'No shit, Sherlock.'

-The next time you two bumped into each other, it was less hostile

-He was smoking again, but he threw away his cigarette for you when he saw you

-Maybe because he didn't want to get sass - queened

-But anyway, he stamped out his cigarette and nodded at you in recognition

-'Ah, (Y/N), recently broke up, but you kept the new phone he gifted you, you -'

-'C'mon, Sherlock,' you interrupted. 'You don't need to tell me, I already know, and thanks for getting rid of the cigarette.'

-'How was your week?' He asked awkwardly

-He is a highly functioning sociopath after all, you didn't know why he was bothering

-'It was good, you?'

-The third time you guys met, it wasn't so pleasant

-Maybe there's a pattern

-You were just about to go to bed, when a thump on your door stopped you

-You walked over to it and opened it, almost getting knocked over by the Wild Sherlock which staggered in

-'Fuck,' you hissed. 'What - '

-'(Y/N),' he mumbled as you ducked under his arm and tried to hold him up even though you were miles shorter

-Whatever it was, you could tell it was drugs, so you did the only thing you could, you took of his coat and dumped him on your bed where he shivered and sweated like a mad thing

-'Mycroft,' he mumbled, handing you his phone

-Just before he could close his eyes, you pinched his arm and made him type in the password

-While he was conked out, you scrolled through his contacts until you saw someone with the name Mycroft

-'Sherlock?' Mycroft asked after picking up