BBC Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock: Ice Cream and Tissues

Request for @camcrusher123

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You stuffed another mouthful of ice cream down your throat and sobbed at the TV. For the past 2 days you had locked yourself in your tiny apartment, only getting out of bed to get more food or go to the bathroom. You had a valid excuse - you had not taken any sick or vacation days in quite sometime, so your work offered you time off. Not really knowing what to do, you holed yourself up.

Sherlock was stuck on a busy case, and therefore you had not been subject to social interaction in quite some time. But you happily enjoyed the peace and quiet with only yourself as company. And you felt free, just being able to sit here without anyone questioning your motives. Before you started another episode of Black Butler, it was time to use the restroom, according to the schedule. You heaved yourself out from under all the blankets and your legs popped under the weight of your body. You hadn't walked in quite sometime, and you noticed your muscles were getting tight.

After you peed, you stretched some. Then you belly flopped back onto the bed and wrapped yourself back into a cocoon.

"Home sweet home," you mumbled happily. You started another episode and grabbed the bag of chips on the table. In minutes you began crying, the episode beginning to get to you. Due to your emotional state, and the TV blaring, you did not hear the door to your flat being unlocked, nor the numerous footsteps that heftily came into the flat.

"NOOO CIEL WHYYYY?!" you bawled, grabbing another tissue and wiping the falling tears from your eyes. The door to your room bursted open, and you screamed, covering your head with the blankets. Two hands fumbled over the blankets and ripped them away. You cowered, peeking through the slits of your fingers, and found yourself staring into the handsome face of Sherlock Holmes.

"Don't scare me like that!" you yelled, breathing hard in order to slow your heart rate.

"Don't scare you?! Nobody has seen you in 3 days!" he barked, grabbing you by the shoulders and standing you up on the floor. You glanced around him and found the crew staring at you, and the room, in horror. John and Lestrade looked at you in half pity and half disgust. You glanced down and noticed your stringy hair, which meant it was probably greasy all over. Not to mention the oversized gray sweatpants you had on with paint stains, and the great big sweatshirt you wore. Donovan and Anderson on the other hand were looking in total disgust at the room. Clothes were strewn on the floor, and you had empty glasses and bowls and snack boxes covering every surface.

"I'm okay, I've just been here," you defended. You didn't like everyone peering around the room, and at you, in distaste. Your cheeks reddened from embarrassment.

"Okay?" questioned Sherlock in a disbelieving manner. You rolled your eyes. Nobody understood your need to sit around every once in awhile and do absolutely nothing while wallowing in your own filth.

"Yes, despite what you are observing currently, I am more than okay, great actually," you said.

"There's a tissue stuck to your butt," pointed out John. Sherlock took it off and held it up in front of you, a know-it-all smirk plastered on his face. You ripped it out of his hands and shot John a dirty look.

"I knew that, it was there for... decoration," you defended lamely. Before anyone could question any further about why you had tissues stuck to your butt, you attempted to maneuver them towards the door.

"Well thanks for coming and checking up on me," you grimaced. You had gotten everyone moved to the door, and only Sherlock remained unmoved by your bed. "But I really must be getting back to my business. You grabbed Sherlock by the hand and led him to the door, then pushed him, and everyone else, out. "Good luck with the case," you sing songed, as you shut the door and locked it. You headed back to your nest, covered yourself with blankets, and turned the volume up to drown out the pounding on your door and your name being yelled.

A/N

SURPRISE UPDATE A COUPLE DAYS EARLY.

You know, I'm in the middle of stressing about finals and such so I just thought this would be the perfect time to write a short story to keep me grounded and happy.
(speaking of short, sorry about the length, but an update is an update)

I've never watched anime before so I had to look up Black Butler for the character's name. The storyline looks interesting!

Hopefully I can update this weekend, no guarantee though. Finals are next week and I'm nervous. But it's senior year so I'm just letting myself stress for this, then it's (mostly) smooth sailing for the rest of the year.

Well, hope y'all enjoyed this small little bit of Sherlock.
I know anything Sherlock makes me happy, so I hope this made you happy.

#SHERPRESSION

Fun fact: I'm really tired. Which is nothing new because I'm always tired.

I'm tired of being tired.

I probably sound incoherent

Ok goodnight children