A/N: Read at my expense. Posted in my Sherlock imagines book which is now discontinued

Warnings: drugs, swearing, high Sherlock, nudity, shocked John (literally only one of those is a warning but still)

Word Count: 1176

-The first time you two meet, it's in the halls of your college

-He was smoking a cigarette, clogging up the whole hallway with his smoke

-You hated it when people smoked indoors, careless of anyone who didn't want to inhale damaging fumes

-You walked up to him and swiped the cigarette right out of his mouth, snapping a harsh,

-'You know, there are some people who don't want your smoke up their noses.'

-He ran an eye over you with a one - sided smile, then spoke smoothly, running a hand through his black curls

-'You study hard, your name is (Y/N) (L/N), you love this college, you have a large amount of friends, although some are fake because they're a little scared of you, you hate the idea that people take drugs, because you believe no one should choose to ruin their health, and finally, you hate me for smoking in your corridor.'

-You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall opposite him

-'So, your the one,' you muttered. 'The great Sherlock Holmes, who can tell who's been shagging and who's been jacking off, the college terror and detective and prick. Had fun with your deducing?'

-'Oh, of course.'

-You huffed. 'No shit, Sherlock.'

-The next time you two bumped into each other, it was less hostile

-He was smoking again, but he threw away his cigarette for you when he saw you

-Maybe because he didn't want to get sass - queened

-But anyway, he stamped out his cigarette and nodded at you in recognition

-'Ah, (Y/N), recently broke up, but you kept the new phone he gifted you, you -'

-'C'mon, Sherlock,' you interrupted. 'You don't need to tell me, I already know, and thanks for getting rid of the cigarette.'

-'How was your week?' He asked awkwardly

-He is a highly functioning sociopath after all, you didn't know why he was bothering

-'It was good, you?'

-The third time you guys met, it wasn't so pleasant

-Maybe there's a pattern

-You were just about to go to bed, when a thump on your door stopped you

-You walked over to it and opened it, almost getting knocked over by the Wild Sherlock which staggered in

-'Fuck,' you hissed. 'What - '

-'(Y/N),' he mumbled as you ducked under his arm and tried to hold him up even though you were miles shorter

-Whatever it was, you could tell it was drugs, so you did the only thing you could, you took of his coat and dumped him on your bed where he shivered and sweated like a mad thing

-'Mycroft,' he mumbled, handing you his phone

-Just before he could close his eyes, you pinched his arm and made him type in the password

-While he was conked out, you scrolled through his contacts until you saw someone with the name Mycroft

-'Sherlock?' Mycroft asked after picking up

-'No, uh, I'm his friend, sort of, and he's taken some sort of drug and passed out on my bed and I just wanted to ask what the fuck should I do since he told me to call you?'

-'He has a friend?' Mycroft exclaimed

-More surprised about the friend than the drugs

-'Sort of,' you replied. 'Probably the closest thing he has to one, judging by your tone,'

-'Alright, I'll be over,' Mycroft sighed. 'Where are you?'

-Mycroft was very apologetic when he arrived, but since Sherlock is taller than both of you and had his face buried in your pillow, you decided not to move him

-He woke up in the morning less high, and more aware of the pain caused by the aftereffects of the drugs

-Whatever they were

-'(Y/N)?' He asked as he saw you. Frowning, he glanced around your room, most likely deducing the shit out of it, his eyes widening as he looks down at himself

-'Uh, sorry,' he mumbles, throwing off the sweat coated covers and heading for the door

-You grab his arm and spin him around so he faces you.

-'Sherlock!'' You yelled. 'What the fuck? You can't just crash into my room high as a kite then just leave with no explanation!'

-He stares down at his feet, shuffling them

-'I - I didn't know who else to go to. They'd all...'

-He sniffs and before your brain can catch up you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist and just hold him

-In truth, he hasn't been held for a long time, and enjoys it

-After that, he knew you were someone he could trust, and whenever it was a danger night, he would go and find you

-You didn't mind it as much as you let him know, even if your friends sometimes gave you shit for hanging out with that guy

-And because if he knew you liked him cuddling you he might carry on following you to the toilet just because he needed to prove a point to someone

-One day, it all changed

-You were cuddling, this time because he came in to chat and deduced you had broken up with yet another boyfriend

-But only because you knew you could never commit to someone with Sherlock around

-At that point, you had both let college far behind, and Sherlock was with you in 221b Baker Street

-You sighed, carding a hand through his hair, whispering

-'Thanks, Mr Detective.'

-He kissed your neck, the only place which was accessible in your positions, and he definitely did not miss the way you tensed a little, your fingers clenching in his hair

-He had hit your sweet spot on fluke

-Or maybe he watched you enough when you weren't looking to know where it was

-But it was then that he knew

-You wanted him

-And damn he wanted you too

-Slowly, he lifted his head and touched his lips to yours, as soft as a brush of a butterfly's wings

-He saw how your eyes drifted closed, then flickered open and you hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him for another kiss, more heated this time

-Let's just say, John got back to the flat he shared with Sherlock and realised the man who never slept was sleeping

-With a pretty, naked woman curled up around him as the big spoon, half covered by the blanket

-Wait, Sherlock's little spoon?!?

-Your nose pressed into the back of his neck, arms around each other, legs tangled together

-Watson could only stand there for a second, dumbfounded, stuttering, trying to form a sentence, before realising they were sleeping and he probably didn't want to wake them; slowly backing out and quietly shutting the door behind him

-As soon as his hurried, quiet footsteps faded, you lifted your head and giggled, glancing down and locking eyes with Sherlock's icy blue ones

-He flipped you under him, smirking, and snatched a quick kiss before flopping over you and closing his eyes again to sleep

-You can't deny it then, he's what you always looked for, even if you didn't know it