Sherlock Imagines

Ignored (Sherlockxreader)

"So, John wants us to go out with him and
Marry tomorrow evening, but you will probably say 'no', because Moriarty is a foot..." You were basically talking to yourself, because Sherlock was obviously not listening. You groaned.
"Sherlock." You spoke slightly louder, but still nothing. Was he trying to ignore you? He wasn't in his mind palace, or even doing anything. He was just clicking the button in his computer again and again.
"Sherlock!" You nearly shouted, and he hummed in response.
"No need to yell, I am right here." Sherlock still didn't look at you. You could handle a lot from Sherlock, but he had been ignoring you for the past week.
"Oh my Chuck. He speaks!" You declared, as if it were an amazement, to be honest, with how things were recently, it was.
"Of course I speak, what do you want?" You decided to ignore him, if he really paid so little attention to you, to not realize what you were trying to ask for three straight days, you'd pull a Sherlock. You just sat down, mindlessly tapping on your phone.
"Y/n?" He turned to look at you, pissed expression still on both your faces, "Fine. Ignore me, see if I care!" He turned back to his laptop, it already bugging him. Yes, he had heard every word, but didn't want to say anything about not wanting to go, because then he'd have to explain not wanting to see John, which meant he'd have to explain the conundrum he was in. With his pride? No way. You both sat in silence, until Sherlock's phone buzzed.
"Ah, a case! Beautiful! Y/n, come on!" He grabbed his coat, flying out of the flat. He soon realized you weren't behind him, and went back to see what's taking you. You sat completely unconcerned with what he said.
"Oh, come on! You aren't seriously going to sit there like you didn't hear a word I said, are you?" He groaned. You continued tapping away on your phone, not even caring to register his words. He scowled.
"Fine. I'll go without you!" He left and you continued typing on your phone. Sherlock texted you a few times, needing your help, but you simply ignored him.

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"I solved the case, and I officially know where Moriarty is residing!" He exclaimed, waiting for his excited 'clapping, well done'! None came. He looked to you and frowned. You were still ignoring him, and would until he apologized.
"Really? Still ignoring me?" You casually flipped a page in your book. The past three weeks had been hell for Sherlock. He missed the sarcastic 'good mornings' when he woke you up too early, the squealing hugs when he finished a piece he had been working on his violin, the excited clapping for solving a case, and most of all, you cuddled up in his arms as he fell asleep. It was something he had never realized how much it meant to him, until it was gone. He had always hated physical contact, but the warmth of your body curled up next to his? He missed it. He missed you. He had been ignoring Moriarty, and John, even Lestrade. Yes. He took cases, and even worked extra hard on Moriarty, but every time he got a message to meet the criminal, he ignored it. Mainly because when you slept was the only time he got any real contact from you. He couldn't stay for long, eventually he would slip off his small space on the couch, but the thirteen and a half minutes of contact meant the world to him these last few weeks. He clenched his jaw, and forced himself not to shout. He just slipped back into his bedroom. About five minutes later, the door to the flat swung open. You looked up to see James Moriarty, pissed.
"Oh. Hi, Jim! I'm y/n, Sherlock's girlfriend, possibly ex, haven't spoken to him in weeks, so I'm not quite sure." You gave a small unamused shrug, and held out a hand for him to shake. Moriarty narrowed his eyes at you, and suddenly remembered your file. He took your hand, cautiously.
"Why haven't you spoken to him?" He narrowed his eyes further, and a sick smile spread on your lips.
"BECAUSE I IGNORED HER, AND SHE THINKS THAT IS A BLOODY SOLUTION!" Sherlock called from his bedroom, and Moriarty cocked an eyebrow at you, as if he didn't believe it.
"Quite true. Honestly, if he would've just apologized, and didn't snap at me when I asked him a simple question, none of it would've happened. So to what do we owe the pleasure, Mr. Moriarty." He was stunned. You managed to turn Sherlock's whole world upside down, just waiting for an apology.
"Well, I just came to make sure he wasn't dead," He sat down across from you, "But now I see something much more interesting. Do tell me, how'd you do it?" He leaned back, staring at you with intrigue. Sherlock listened in.
"Easily, I'm afraid. People tend to not know what they have until it's gone. He's thrown worms at me a few times, but I don't see what that would help. If he was smarter, he would've called John and told him to cut off my anxiety meds." You explained, and Moriarty snorted.
"You're interesting, I'll give you that." Moriarty nodded, and you smiled brightly at him.
"Why, thank you. I hear a compliment is hard to come by with you." You looked back down to your book.
"Yes, very." You two spoke casually, and some of his comments were a little flirtatious, but there was one that sent Sherlock over.
"Would you want to join me to a pub, it seems we both have a lot in common. One; we're both being ignored by your boyfriend!" He asked chipper, and you were about to agree when Sherlock came barging in.
"NO, NO, NO! Are you insane?!" He exclaimed, coming into the middle of the conversation.
"Sounds delightful, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline, your boyfriend has the gun aimed at me, and I prefer to be killed up close. Maybe another day?" You asked so casually, and Moriarty tried to contain his laughter at how ignored and upset Sherlock felt.
"Oh, why of course, I completely understand. So, may I ask, how'd you know Seb was going to shoot you?" You both shared a laugh, because it was pretty obvious.
"You keep checking behind me with a look that says 'down boy', it was easy to assume." You both laughed again. Tears threatened Sherlock.
"God, you insufferable woman! Fine! I am sorry! I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm sorry for snapping at you, now will you please just speak to me?" You decided to continue this a bit further.
"I'm sorry, did you hear something, Jim? Sounded like a very bad apology?" You questioned, and Moriarty doubled over from laughter. Sherlock calmed himself down.
"Okay, look y/n, I am very, truly sorry I ignored you and that I snapped at you. I can't do anything without you. Will you please forgive me?" He begged and you smiled up at him, glad to have finally gotten your way.
"Ah, Sherly, didn't see you there. Do sit down!" He sighed, semi-relieved.
"You're not supposed to call me that, you know." He still wanted to be the man in the relationship, and the nickname utterly infuriated him. You turned back to Moriarty, who was on the edge of his seat, looking like a kid in a candy store.
"I'm sorry, there must be a going crazy, I swear I'm hearing voices." Sherlock's relief dropped, as he realized what would happen. Moriarty had a twisted, ear-to-ear smile as his eyes wandered over to the detective.
"NO! No, no, no! Please? You can call me whatever! Just don't ignore me!" He was begging, and Moriarty rather enjoyed his pain.
"Aw, Sherly, how sweet. Care to join the conversation?" He walked over to you, both relieved and annoyed. Moriarty replayed your conversation.
"Anxiety meds?" He inquired.
"I have no trouble talking to a psychopath about my sociopath boyfriend ignoring me, and am extremely sarcastic about being shot from a distance purely on a whim. You thought I didn't have some sort of mental issue?" Moriarty laughed and snapped, standing up, calling off Sebastian.
"True, true. I expect an answer next time Sherlock. It truly was lovely to meet you
Ms. L/n. If you ever need anything, do call." And with that he exited the flat. Once he was gone, Sherlock pulled you into a living embrace that he missed so much.
"Now, we are going to bed, because I missed it." You sighed at how childish he was.
"Alright. You can cuddle me." You both laughed. Ignoring Sherlock had been fun. Might have to do it again sometime.