Sherlock Imagines and Preferences

Many Arguments

Jim

You woke up with a jolt as you heard the door of your flat slam shut. Angry sounding footsteps made their way to the bedroom and the door opened violently. Jim stormed inside and grabbed a small gun from his nightstand and disappeared again to the living room. You knew better than to ask questions about who he was killing and why, so you didn't. Three loud gunshots rang through the once silent flat and the thump of a limp body soon followed. Jim got back to the bedroom and put the small gun back in its original place. He took off his suit and got into bed next to you. ''Is everything okay?'' You wondered. ''Shut up, (Y/N)!'' Jim shouted. His sudden outburst towards you offended you deeply and anger soon started to take over control. ''Excuse me?!'' You said loudly. ''I'm trying to be nice to you over here! I don't question why you just killed someone in our living room. I just ask if you're okay because I hate it when you're angry!'' Jim let out a frustrated scream and looked at you as if you were nothing more than a useless object. ''I could kill you right now!'' He shouted. Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened. You soon forgot about your anger and all you felt was fear. Fear for the man that you loved so much. Never had he threatened you like this. He had always treated you right and with the respect that you deserved. ''I'll save you the bullet.'' You hissed. You got up and stormed out of the flat, not caring if you weren't dressed properly. The James Moriarty that you once knew was gone completely.

Greg

After a long day of chasing criminals and numerous stacks of paper work, Greg finally made it home. He was frustrated and tired and just wanted to go to bed. He unlocked the front door and entered the flat you shared. His eyes landed on the dinner table and he gasped. He completely forgot about the date you two had planned. The table was filled with a delicious meal, that had turned cold and inedible since it had been in the open air too long. There were some candles that weren't lit anymore and two empty wineglasses. He rushed to the bedroom and found you crying into your pillow. Your head snapped up when you heard him come in and you quickly got rid of all the tears on your face. ''You promised.'' You croaked out. ''I know.'' Greg said, not knowing what to say. ''I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I'm really tired right now and I just want to go to bed.'' He sighed. You shook your head and got up from the bed. ''You never spend time with me anymore.'' You pointed out, tears threatening to spill again. Greg attempted to hug you but you took a step back and refused to touch him. ''My job is important, (Y/N). I save people every single day and it's just very time consuming!'' He started yelling out of frustration and sleep deprivation. ''I guess I'm not important anymore then?'' You shot back, yelling louder than Greg. He sighed and rubbed his face. ''I'm too tired to have this argument with you.'' He sighed. ''You don't even want to admit that you have been ignoring me! You're just a coward, Lestrade!'' You shouted. ''I AM NOT A COWARD. I WOULDN'T HAVE MY JOB IF I WAS!'' He defended, ''Saving people is a good thing and you need to accept that I don't have as much time for you!'' You grabbed the blanket from the bed and looked at him. ''Too bad that you couldn't save our relationship.'' You hissed. You stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut. You ran to the guest bedroom and quickly locked the door to keep Greg out.

John

You and John were having dinner and chatted about your day when his phone started ringing. You sighed and put your fork down, you already knew who this was. John took his phone out of his pocket and read the texts he received. ''It's Sherlock.'' He told you. ''What a surprise.'' You mumbled sarcastically. John sighed and put his phone back in his pocket. ''Not this again, (Y/N).'' He stood up and grabbed his coat. ''Are you seriously leaving again? You just got back!'' You couldn't believe that he was going back to Sherlock again. ''He needs me for a case.'' John defended. ''He always needs you for a case! You're never here anymore to spend time with me!'' You argued. John groaned and threw his hands in the air. ''What do you want me to do?'' He yelled. ''I want you to stay with me for once!'' You yelled back. ''Stop being so jealous of Sherlock! I can't stand you sometimes!'' John shouted angrily. You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. Tears started to well up in your eyes. John realised his mistake and tried to apologise. ''(Y/N), I didn't—'' You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. ''Get out of my flat, John Watson.'' You hissed. ''(Y/N)—'' He tried again. ''GET OUT!'' You screamed. ''Fine! I'll leave, I didn't want to be here anyway!''

He stormed out of the flat and the tears started flowing as soon as you heard the door slam shut. You buried your face in your hands as you sobbed into them. Was it really that wrong to want some affection of your boyfriend?

A/N:

the_Writing_Bear requested another multiple characters oneshot! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. A second part to this will be published soon. Have a lovely day ♥