Fandom One Shots

"Am i the reason you cry every night?" Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Trigger warning: Metions of Drug use and addiction. 

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"Hasn't this addiction done enough damage already?" Y/n asked her high boyfriend Sherlock. "At this point, if you keep doing drugs, I don't see any point of staying with you." Y/n added as she didn't get any answer. Again, no reply. "Hello? Earth to Sherlock." Y/n said as she stood in front of him. "Were you saying anything?" Sherlock asked as he finally looked at Y/n. "Seriously?" Y/n asked as she walked towards the door, where she grabbed her bag and coat. "Where are you going?" Sherlock asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Home. I can't stand to see you in this state." Y/N said with a hint of pain and hurt in her voice. Y/n walked out the apartment and went back to her old house. It was a good thing that she decided to keep the house. On her way there, she received some messages from Sherlock. But she decided to ignore them all. She felt hurt and he knew that, but he is just an ignorant arse sometimes.

Y/n arrived at her house and opened the door, taking off her coat as she walked in. Y/n sat on her couch and couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock. Her phone kept ringing every 5 minutes. Y/n knew it was Sherlock, trying to explain everything, but she didn't want to listen to it, yet. A couple of weeks went by and it has been a while since Y/n heard from Sherlock. For the past weeks, Y/n had difficulty sleeping. Every night she cried herself to sleep. Y/n wanted to talk to Sherlock, but she didn't know how, because she was scared of how he would react if she tried to tell him that he has to stop or that she would leave him for good. Y/n hated to think about that. She obviously didn't want to leave Sherlock, she loves him, she cares about him. Y/n got distracted from her train of thoughts when there was a knock on the door. She went to open it and saw Greg standing in front of the door. "Greg? Come in."

Greg smiled and walked into the house and stood beside the kitchen counter. "I came to talk to you about Sherlock." Greg said as he looked at Y/n. "Look, I don't know what happened between the two of you, and I don't need to know. But I suggest you go and have a talk with him." Greg said. "You know he's an idiot right? I don't care if he's smart, he's an idiot. But you know, he didn't do this on purpose." Greg added. Y/n knew exactly what he was talking about. "Yeah, i know. It's just, I needed some time to think. But i will have a talk with him. Thanks for informing me." Y/n smiled at Greg as he walked back out the door. It has been weeks since Y/n last checked her phone and she decided that she might, now that Greg came by. Y/n looked down at her phone and saw that she had a couple of missed calls from Sherlock and a lot of messages, saying that she has to come home. Y/n threw her phone down on the couch and sunk down against the couch.

After a day or two, Y/n convinced herself to go back to Baker street. She was wearing a black pair of jeans and an oversized flannel. Y/n grabbed her bag and coat, and walked back towards Baker Street. Y/n stood in front of the door and hesitated for a moment, before grabbing her key and opening the door. "Oh, Y/n darling. I am so happy that you are back. Sherlock isn't the same. He seemed worried, in his own kind of way. He's been taking up more and more cases and when he can't figure it out, he seems very frustrated about it." Mrs. Hudson said before Y/n could walk up. "I don't have to know what happened, but please, forgive him." Mrs. Hudson added as she gave the girl a sweet smile. Y/n walked up the stairs of 221B and opened the door, only to be greeted by a Sherlock sitting in his armchair and it seems like he hasn't moved from that position in a while. Y/n took off her coat and placed it on the coat hanger and went to sit in John's armchair, opposite Sherlock.

"Are you high?" Y/n asked Sherlock as he turned to look at the girl. "Obviously not." He said as he raised an eyebrow. "Have you thought about what i said?" Y/n asked. "Yes. I stopped." Sherlock admitted. "You do know that if you start again, I will actually leave and never come back." Y/n said as she sort off studied Sherlock's behaviour. "I do know that. But I have stopped. Now tell me. Am I the reason you cried yourself to sleep these last weeks?" Sherlock asked. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You haven't answered my calls or texted me back. You were obviously hurt by my behaviour and when you are mad or hurt, you cry yourself to sleep." Sherlock deducted. "Yes, you were the reason I cried myself to sleep every night. You know why?" Y/n admitted. "Because, I care about you. And I can't bare the thought of losing you, even if it is by drug use. I love you, Sherlock." Y/N said as she felt a tear falling down her face. Sherlock stood up and walked over to her. He went to sit on his knees and placed his hands on her thighs. "I know you care about me." Sherlock grinned. Y/n looked the man in his eyes and smiled slightly. "You actually stopped for me?" Y/n whispered, receiving a nod from Sherlock. "I realised that my love for you is more important than wasting my time on drugs." Sherlock admitted. Sherlock stood back up and held out his hand for Y/n to take. Y/n came to stand in front of him, while his arms wrapped around her waist.

"The great Sherlock cares. We should tell the press." Y/n teased. "I don't like people. But you, you are an exception." Sherlock grinned as Y/n pulled him closer and placed her lips on his. Sherlock went to sit back in his armchair, pulling Y/n with him, making her straddle his lap. They continued to kiss for a moment. Sherlock had one of his hands on her waist, while the other was creeping up her shirt. "It's great to see that you made up and that you are back together. But please, don't do it in the living room." John said as he walked in, making Sherlock smirk and Y/n giggle. Y/n stood up again and held out her hand for Sherlock to take. "Where are we going, my love?" Sherlock asked, slightly confused by her action. "Our room. To have a little experiment." Y/n smirked as they walked out the room, leaving John to curse himself that he came home from the store.