Sherlock Preferences

Breaking Up with that Jerk

Sherlock;
Your sister was in Guam for awhile, and you saw this as the perfect opportunity to dump Brandon. Or, more accurately, get him to dump you. If you dumped him, you'd never hear the end of it, but if he happened to dump you... No matter the situation, she'd have to stay out of it.
You'd been in the morgue with Sherlock when it happened. You'd had a back up plan, but this one worked much better, and you just had to hope Sherlock wouldn't mind. Brandon had texted you, saying he'd be picking you up in, now, about three minutes. All you had to do was kiss Sherlock, and make sure Brandon saw it. You waited for the sound of the elevator coming down to start, and the moment you heard the small screeching from the metal, you turned to Sherlock, thankful Molly was nowhere in sight.
"Hey, Sherlock, may I ask you something?" He turned partially towards you, but it was enough. Confusion lined his features, but you hadn't time to think about it. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to the detective. He was somewhat surprised at first, but quickly fell into step with your lips, placing a free hand on your waist, and conforming to your shorter stature. You heard the glass door slide open, and knew it was Brandon. Pretending to push Sherlock away in surprise, you turned to your current boyfriend who was absolutely fuming.
"I can't believe this! You're cheating on me?!" He yelled and you acted a bit disappointed that he'd 'found out'.
"Oh no, well, now you know! I suppose you don't want to date me anymore. Go on, say it." You waited on the edge of your metaphorical seat for him to say those last few words.
"We're over!" And with that he stomped out, leaving you praising your luck, and Sherlock piecing this information together.
"Thanks for playing along, I owe you one." You smiled at him quickly, before returning to your microscope. In all honesty, he hadn't known why he'd kissed back. He couldn't figure why you kissed him in the first place until he realized Brandon was there. But the thought had lingered, that he'd kissed you back, and for no real reason behind it...

John;
He had completely understood where you were coming from. Of course, you had made up this big story (that wasn't entirely false, but still) that it felt like you both had drifted apart. Like that spark had simply gone out, and was, you know, nonexistent anymore.
John wasn't there when it had happened, but you'd simply strolled into his little den in his workshop, and hoped this would work.
"Jeremy?" You whispered in the overall dim lighting. You could barely see a thing, and it was certainly creepy to say the least. Part of you began feeling guilty already. This wasn't fair to him, and to you, it felt completely unjustified, yet you trekked on, in hopes of finding him. That's when you heard the sounds coming from his work closet.
"My god! Jeremy!" The woman sounded out of breath, and it came out more of a moan than anything else. There was a low chuckle as you crept up to the door.
"Shhh, don't wan' everyone ta know what we're up ta in here, Cher." So, now, you felt a lot less guilty as you heard their insistent giggling from behind the crafted birch door. Waiting to hear the sounds of her leaning against it, you swung it open, them both landing, naked, on the ground in front of you. Putting your hands on your hips, you raised an eyebrow, lips pursed, despite the feeling of relief sweeping over you, and your complete joy.
"Y-y/n!?" Jeremy stumbled as you looked over him and Cherin Michaels.
"No wonder you were so paranoid about John!" You immediately went into the act of a pissed-off girlfriend, hoping you were convincing enough, "You can't just have a female friend without some sort of catch, so you supposed I couldn't have a male friend without one, either!" He searched for some sort of apology, a reason this was happening. Of course, he found nothing to justify his actions.
"That's not i' at all-" You swiped your hand through the air, slapping him with a very satisfying SMACK!
"I don't want to hear it! We're through!" You shouted in his dumb little face, storming out the door while he quickly redressed himself, and tried to run after you, pleading the entire way.

Mycroft;
He actually dumped you. Not that you particularly minded, but Mycroft had at least been with you every step that you needed. He'd called you one day, and through this immensely long speech of how he felt you were simply two different people, and how he had this intense misplaced jealousy of Mycroft, and didn't want to hold anything like that to you, just because you were in a relationship. Mycroft had, of course, been only inches away, and was frankly very confused at the pathetically long-winded rant. Eventually though, he ended it with a few simple words.
"Y/n, I love you, but I don't think we're meant to be. Thank you for everything, and I'm sorry, but we're over." And then he simply hung up, leaving both you and Mycroft completely at a loss for what happened.
"Well, you won't have to endure idiotic conversations with him anymore." Mycroft listed the first positive of this break up. You nodded, smiling slightly as a thought crept into your head.
"Plus, I have an actual excuse to binge on Jaffa Cakes and Downton Abbey." You beamed at him, and he tried to suppress his laughter at your crazed look. Eventually, neither of you could contain it any longer, and we're bursting out with laughter on the sidewalk, people looking at both of you like you were insane, and hey, maybe you were. I mean, who's ever happy when they've been dumped?
"Oh, I might just have to join you for that one." He poked fun, and you laughed nodding, and of course, agreeing. You didn't know it, didn't realize, but Mycroft was overjoyed on the inside. He'd spent many days watching the little monitor he had to track your movements, despising the fact that he had to watch you walk around completely bored with the imbecile you were standing with. Oh, for him, this was riveting. He'd truly needed this.
"C'mon, we can load up on sugary sweets then head back to my place!" You dragged him into the small grocery, already forcing junk food after junk food into your cart, while Mycroft followed along, just watching and reveling in your excitement for this 'after break up party'. This, this was good. And no one would convince him otherwise.

Moriarty;
Jim was obviously the reason. Him and Christian had been butting heads since they'd met, and it was beginning to get on your nerves. Jim at least tried to simply ignore him, knowing there'd be no other way they'd get along, but Christian would do things specifically in spite of Jim. Most of them, you didn't even realize were happening.
It started with kissing explicitly in front of him. Just small little pecks to irk him. Pretty soon he'd started holding onto you or cuddling you whenever Jim was even capable of knowing it. But where you'd crossed the line, was when Christian had attempted to shag you, while Jim was there.
He'd entered the flat like any other day, finding you and Jim playing some pathetic game that neither of you were really in to.
"Hey there, love." He pulled his arm around your waist, which had already began limiting your movement. Jim tried to just focus on the stupid game.
"Hi, Chris. Um, could you loosen up a bit, I really can't move all that well." You continued attempting to press all the necessary buttons. Jim smirked at your comment, believing Christian would simply back off. That didn't happen. Pretty soon Christian was kissing your neck, nipping and biting at the tender flesh. Jim was immensely uncomfortable, but angry, even more so.
"Chris! Stop that! Not now!" You tried to push him off of you, feeling genuinely disgusted at his behavior. Instead of doing what you wanted, he put his hand on your thigh, continuing to rub up. Now you we're desperately trying to push him off you, and pretty soon Jim had dropped his controller, and physically pried him off you, continuing to stand between the both of you.
"Oh, look who's playing white knight! Think it's going to help you out, buddy?" He taunted, and Jim was only seconds away from punching him. Luckily, he wouldn't have to. Something a lot worse was about to happen.
"Christian, get the bloody hell out of my flat! We're done!" Christian turned his attention to you, a little shocked that this was actually happening. Jim chose to see this as a positive in a primarily negative situation. Still very pissed off, Christian stormed out, calling you names as he did.