Gah I've missed you! Could you write a Sherlock one shot, where Sherlock is confused and concerned over his feelings for the reader, so he asks Watson about it to find out what's wrong with him and John's all "you're in love, you twat", and then he admits his feelings to the reader in his dreadfully awkward but sweet and heartwarming way?
Yes, ma’am! I’ll make the reader John’s sister, so that I can explain what she is doing here.
Name: The One Time John Gets To Explain Stuff To Sherlock
“John, I require your assistance,” Sherlock starts John’s morning, appearing in his room. John lazily opens his eyes and look at the watch, before throwing it at Sherlock.
“Four in the morning? Sherlock, go away!” John tries to fall asleep again, but Sherlock doesn’t let him.
“John. I think I am sick,” John awns. “But it’s… weird. So, your sister is living with us, and I think she has some weird disease that affects other people’s brains.”
“Brains? Sherlock, you make no sense. Go sleep.”
“Fine, fine!” John sits up and looks at Sherlock. “Tell me.”
“Y/N. Your sister. She makes me sick.”
“Wow! Slow down, man.”
“When she is talking, I can hardly let my brain think! It’s like… It’s like she blocks my thinking abilities. Does she have a cold? Or something else?”
“No, Sherlock. She is healthy. Well, won’t have effect on your brain, for sure,” John smiles and gets back on the pillow.
“You’re in love, Sherlock. Now shut up.”
“I can’t be in love. It’s illogical. John, you are a doctor!”
“Yes, and also I am your friend. So, stop annoying me and admit it,” John closes his eyes, going to fall asleep again, but can’t stay in peace.
“But… I am Sherlock. I can’t be in love. It’s fate of ordinary humans.”
“You’re dumb,” Sherlock stops breathing for a second, staring at the wall. John rolls his eyes. “Ok… People fall in love, people feel weird about it.”
“But I don’t! It’s… It’s something else,” Sherlock covers his face with his hands.
“It’s not. Your heart rushes, thoughts mess up… That’s just human,” John puts a pillow on top of his head and groans something about his impossible friend, but then realizes that he got the only chance ever to lecture Sherlock on human relationships. “You do know about feelings, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do,” Sherlock waves his hand around, then looks John in the eye. “I am in love, aren’t I?”
“Finally. Now get out of here, I have two more hours before I have to wake up and go to work,” John murmurs and immediately falls asleep, not knowing that the same fate will now bring you down.
“Y/N,” you wake up, as Sherlock keeps shaking your shoulder until you open your eyes and stare at him.
“Are you mad?”
“No. Are you?” you groan and pulls a blanket over your head, trying to hide from Sherlock, but he takes it away, instead handing you a cup of coffee. “Here you go.”
“Coffee?” he keeps staring at you until you take the cup and take a sip. “Ok… Do you want something?”
“A favor? To steal Mycroft’s umbrella while he is drinking his tea? To cook something too sweet for John to eat?” Sherlock grins, but shakes his head. “Man, you’re scaring me.”
“Uhm, no. You shouldn’t be scared. The articles say that you should feel special.”
“What articles? Sherlock, are you ok?” you put the cup aside and look in Sherlock’s eyes, reaching out to take his hand. “Has something happened?”
“Nothing,” he lies.
“Sherlock, you never made me coffee. Or anything nice, actually.”
“Come on, can I not just…”
“No,” you interrupt him. “Are you dying? Are you sick?”
“Yes,” he mumbles. “John says that I am in love with you,” you freeze with your mouth opened, staring at him. “I do not agree with him, but that seems to the truth, so I made research on how to act…” he stops talking, realizing that you’re smiling too wide. “What was funny?” you try and stop smiling, seeing that it’s the first time the genius has ever felt like that.
“If you don’t agree with my brother, maybe you shouldn’t just…” he interrupts you, sliding his fingers across your palm.
“No, no. John is good at human emotions. I am pretty sure he’s right this time as well. It’s illogical, so I can’t have effect on it, but…” Sherlock keeps stroking your hand, when you just lean forward and kiss him, understanding that he will not stop talking until you make him. Sherlock freezes for a few seconds, then gently kisses you back, his hand raising to slowly stroke your cheek, pulling you closer, until you are both out of air. He lets go of you, staring at you in silent mix of awe and terror, as if not sure what to say now. And, surprisingly, makes the right choice, leaning forward and kissing you first, this time much more confident.