Type: songfic (lovely mess by the front porch step)

pairing: Sherlock x reader

warnings: none

Requested by: @elliescratch

I'm not the man I once was

To Sherlock Holmes, sentiment was a disease.

It clouded your mind, preventing you from making sound judgments.

He hated how she made him feel something very different to the way he usually felt.

It was easy enough to say that (Your Name) Lestrade, aside from John, were his bestfriend.

But he felt something different about you, something he'd never felt about anyone else. Whenever you entered the room he felt his mood lift instantly lift, your smile was more beautiful then any piece of art he'd ever recovered.

But I'm changing everyday to meet someone like you

He wanted to make you happy, whenever you were upset he took it onto himself to make it better. You didn't feel like a best friend, you felt like something more. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch, the room was dead silent except for the occasional turning of a newspaper page from John. Sherlock tugged his sheet around himself tighter, anxiously awaiting the case, wanting anything that would take his mind off you. John casted him a look, then looked back down at his paper. "Greg's bringing help."

"Please tell me there won't be any irritating officers. We don't need help." He brought his hands up into his thinking position.

John just grinned, "if you say so."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "what are you not telling me?"

"nothing."

"John." Sherlock said sharply and the doctor sat down his paper. "It's nothing, he's just bringing (Your Name)."

Sherlock's eyes widened, he felt as if someone had just blown his mind palace to pieces.

"So, you chose the sheet today?" John smirked.

Sherlock practically jumped over the coffee table and raced towards his bedroom and the loud sound of rustling filled the room. John just shook his head smiling, Sherlock came out a few moments later. Dressed in black pants and his purple shirt, he scurried around the flat, placing books on shelves and expirements back in the fridge. John watched him, eyebrow raised.

And you've got eyes that can tear me down but all they do is build me up

"You really like her, don't you?" He questioned and Sherlock shook his head, "I have no idea what your talking about."

"Sherlock you're cleaning up after yourself."

"So?"

"You never do that. Not even when Irene was here."

"Shut up." Sherlock blew dust off the most challenging, most impressive book he owned and placed it on the desk, opening it up to a random page as if he'd been reading it.

"Sherlock it's okay if you like someone. The world isn't going to end."

So hold my hand before my heart erupts

A knocking at the door sounded and he practically jumped ten feet in the air, John rolled his eyes. "I'll get it." He stood and walked over to the door, opening it. "Relax, it's just Greg."

"Glad to be appreciated." The inspector remarked, shrugging off his jacket. "What's with Sherlock?"

"(Your Name)." John stated.

"Oh." Greg seemed to come to a perfect understanding, he looked at the detective. "I warned you to stay away from her."

"Oh when do I listen to you." Sherlock dismissed him with a wave of his hand. He looked around, feeling his mood lower a bit. "Where is she?"

"She's handling another case, a kidnapping. Her and Donovan are retrieving the victim, she'll be here soon. Don't worry." Greg flashed a smile towards him and Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Shall we get started?" Greg placed the bag of shattered glass on the counter along with a folder.

Sherlock laid the contents of the folder out on the counter, he carefully skimmed over the boring unimportant details Anderson had included, looking for a certain piece. John soon sat down in front of him, Greg beside him. He tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, but instead it floated back to you.  Whenever you were at a crime scene, you often shut up Anderson and Donovan. You so often took his side and stood up for him, you were a really good friend. That was all, right?

And darling I may not be able to give you everything you want But I can give you what I have

Suddenly the door opened after half an hour of him looking at the door every five seconds, you walked inside, a shredded jacket tied around your waist and a long red cut on your arm, revealed by your tanktop. Sherlock focused on the cut, doing his best to distract himself from how low cut that top was. Greg was at your side in an instant, "Jesus Christ what happened?"

"You shoulda seen the other guy." You grinned, and Sherlock couldn't help but smile slightly at you. "You would of thought he fell out a window." You winked at Sherlock, Greg was too busy inspecting your arm. "John!" Greg turned and looked at the soldier who sighed, standing and walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a bottle and cloth. "It's suprising how sharp crow bars are." You remarked. You winced slightly as John cleaned the wound, bandaging it. You soon strutted into the kitchen.

"Tea?" You asked. "I'm gonna die of thirst."

He knew you wouldn't want him. Why would you? There were men that new the proper routine, such as flowers and perfect dinner locations. What did he know?

Nothing.

Im not the perfect man, but you're so perfect I just want to be the one to hold your hand

he clenched his fists. "Shut Up!" He growled at his mind, realizing he said it out loud, earning looks from everyone in the room. "Alright." You raised an eyebrow,  you silently continued, passing out the various teacups. He stared at the evidence in front of him. Focus on the blood, focus on the blood. He couldn't let a woman cloud his judgement, he needed to focus. Droplets of blood stained various pieces of glass in front of him.

I'm sorry if I come off strong and it could be you're all wrong for me

He knew you'd been through hell and back, past boyfriends, bullies, you'd once been engaged but the day after the Grant proposed you'd found him in the bedroom with some woman named May.

He knew you were a mess on the inside, he knew the hell he'd put you through when he's faked his death.

Cause you are broken and I'm such a wreck, but I think we'd make a lovely mess

You peered over his shoulder, he wasn't annoyed like he would be with most people. But the fact that you were so close made him almost lose it, you were practically breathing down his neck.

Suddenly Greg's phone began to ring, he answered. He pressed his hand to it and lowered it looking at Sherlock. "There's been another murder."

"Take John. I'm busy."

"But-"

"You heard me."

"I'll stay and help." You offered, "I should probably rest my arm."

Greg sighed and turned, John behind him as the pair hurried out of 221b. You looked back down at the glass.

"Moriarty." You whispered.

"What?" Sherlock looked at you, his eyes widening. "It's Moriarty!" You looked at him, "don't you see it?"

"Look." You reached down and picked up the glass pieces carefully, putting them all together. The blood wrote a message.

I O U :)

His eyes widened, "of course!" He turned and looked at you, "you're a genius!" Before he knew it his lips were on yours, at first you were shocked, but slowly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms around your waist. When you both breathlessly pulled away, he immediately retracted his arms, turning back towards the glass, blushing. "I-I'm sorry I shouldn't of-"

"Sherlock relax." You placed your hand on top of his, "it was nice."

I'm not like all those other men who made you cry

"Really?" He asked, unable to hide the surprise that creeped into his tone. "Mhmm." You nodded, the physical contact send waves of electricity all throughout him. "I don't suppose you'd like to get dinner with me?" You asked, seeming to be almost as nervous as him. He seemed taken aback by the request, in all the movies and shows it was the man who asked the woman out. He just stared at you.

And I promise to spend my life making you feel alive

"Sherlock." You looked at him for a moment, "you can say no if you want." You looked down, biting your lip.

Sherlock tried to force his vocal cords to work. "I-I would love to."

You looked as if you'd just been freed of a large burden, your eyes sparkled in away he'd never seen before. You smiled softly and leaned in, connecting your lips once more.

Cause you're broken and I'm a wreck, I think we'd make a lovely mess

A/N

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