Sherlock’s got a girlfriend. Sherlock x reader/ John x friend! reader.
Summary: A conversation between you and John about your feelings for Sherlock.
You and Sherlock have been friends even before he met John. You’ve fallen in love with him but Sherlock’s never seem to notice. Now, he’s got a girlfriend. Janine. You even saw them kissing.
Now Sherlock had left and you were there with John. You showed up to the flat knowing Sherlock was not going to be there. You were so upset, but still needed the flat’s cosy sofas and some tea from Sherlock, or Maybe Mrs. Hudson would feed you.
John was sitting in front of you. You were both really quiet. He was reading his newspaper but kept giving you glances from time to time. You were wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea.
“Are you okay?” John finally asked.
“Why? I’m fine” you were not looking at him.
More minutes of silence.
“So…he’s got a girlfriend now” John started.
“Yes…” Oh no, you knew where this was going.
“You know, we’ve known each other for more than three years now, and… I don’t feel you consider me your friend, a real friend, (Y/N)”
“You are one of my few friends, John” you were still not looking at him.
“Am I? Then why is it that you never talk to me?” John’s tone was soft. He was not pushing, but he knew how you felt.
You finally looked at him.
“What do you want to talk about, John?”
He knew about your feelings for Sherlock. You were together when you found Sherlock and Janine together at the flat. When they kissed, John saw your expression. He could see everything so clearly? How could Sherlock not see any of that when he was so smart as he always said he was?
“Sherlock’s new girlfriend” he answered.
“Yeah, sorry he broke your heart.”
John smiled sadly. He knew this could happen. You were always so joyful and childish, but now apart from sad, you were also upset. Sherlock hadn’t been able in all those years, not once; yet John could see right through you.
“My heart is not the one that’s broken” he stated. John looked at you warmly. “You can talk to me.”
“Fine” you complained. Then you finally said “He’s got a girlfriend now, a girlfriend that is too dumb for him. I used to think I was too stupid for him, too ordinary. But next to her, really, I’m a genius”
“Janine is quite smart…” you interrupted him.
“This is all your fault” John looked surprised. “Yes, this is all your fault. You introduced her to him.”
“Maybe if you had come with us to that case…” John tried to defend himself.
“I was working. You know my boss is impossible”
“Then it’s your boss fault.”
There was a small paused before you added in an angry tone:
“You know what? This is all Sherlock’s fault. He’s an idiot. I’ve been with him for the last three years. He was dead and then he wasn’t and I’m still here. It’s pathetic. I am pathetic.”
“No, you’re not”
“You’re pathetic too” you frowned “You’re still here too. How is that we even cope with him?”
“Because we both love him”
You stayed quiet. You were evaluating being completely honest with John and decided to trust him.
“I never have dates” you confessed “I just say I do and maybe Sherlock would react or do something. But he never does.”
“It’s because he’s Sherlock!” John giggled. He never thought you could say those kind of lies. You always looked so confident, so flirty. The last thing he’d doubt about you was your active love life.
“Maybe he’s reacting in the inside and doesn’t know how to express it” he added. “Maybe it’s because he’s never seen you with other guys. You’re the girl that always comes when he calls.”
“Thank you, John. I really appreciate it” you replied sarcastically.
“Then do it. Be with another guy in front of him”
“Isn’t that a little bit immature?”
“A lot. But Sherlock is immature in these matters” John smiled at you.
You smirked and leaned closer to him. His smiled slowly vanishing.
“Is this the way you make your move with me?” you asked in a seductive tone.
“What? NO!” John gulped. His cheeks were turning red. “Well, I wouldn’t mind…” he added in a whisper.
You laughed. You leaned even closer.
“Oh Doctor Watson, are you nervous?” John gulped again “I promise I won’t bite you…” you smirked “Unless you want me to.”
Suddenly, Sherlock entered the room. You sat properly and gave John a wink before Sherlock could notice.
every time someone tells me “sherlock cant POSSIBLY be autistic” or “sherlock cant POSSIBLY have some sort of sensory issues” i point out this scene because. why would he not want paint in the apartment its PAINT. only thing i can think of is that the smell aggravates those sensory issues (i know it can for me) or the sound of paintbrushes is overwhelming (again, for me)
also he EXPLICITLY USES THE WORD SENSITIVITIES HOW UNOBSERVANTARE YOU PEOPLE