Random Fandom Imagines (Requests Closed)

chinacupcakes837/Sherlock

"Sherlock? I'm home!" I pronounced as I entered my flat. I carried several grocery bags in my arms, which was a bit difficult and I could feel them about to fall over any minute now.

Sherlock turned around the corner of the kitchen and grabbed a few bags from my hands.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"Of course Erin," he replied and took some of them into the kitchen.

I smiled at what he said. Ever since I've moved in with Sherlock, I have been feeling as though he has become kinder and more of a gentleman. And maybe he likes me? I don't know. I do have been having these feelings for him though...

"So uh how has your day been Sherlock?" I asked awkwardly as I started putting groceries away.

"Why do you ask?" he questioned while he sat in his chair glaring at me.

"Well it's what normal people ask when they want to see how the other person is doing," I stated while I threw away a liver from the fridge.

"You should try it sometime," I added.

"Hm well my day has been alright. Just sitting here, minding my time, thinking," he finally said placing his elbows on his knees and was in his concentrating position.

"Well...that's nice," I mumbled.

Awkward silence.

"How was your day?" he asked finally.

"Um it was nice. The weather was perfect. But for some odd reason, this strange man kept following around London. I have no clue why, but he was just there following me," I remarked while I placed the last grocery in the refrigerator.

Sherlock moved out of his position and sat up straighter.

"Tell me more about this man," he said sternly.

A bit freaked out I continued,"Well um he wore a black cap, ripped up jeans, sorta looked like a hobo and he had such black eyes. Why are you asking me-" 

"Stop," said Sherlock and stood up. "Did he say anything to you?" 

"Uh he kept muttering 3 4 5, 3 4 5 the whole time. But that's all I heard from him," I said leaning against the fridge.

"Erin, what time was it when you left for the store?" Sherlock said sorta like he was panicing.

"About three. Sherlock? What's up?" I said freaking out by now.

He started pacing around now like he was thinking but at the same time had fear in his eyes.

"Please tell me what's wrong?!" I exclaimed and walked towards him.

"Erin, You can't leave this house," he mumbled.

"Why?"

He ignored me and continued pacing around with his fingers in the air like he was figuring a math problem. I stepped in front of him making him stop.

"Could you move please?" he asked.

"No not until you have told me what the heck is going on?!" I exclaimed. 

I was looking straight into his eyes. We were so close, and I could tell he liked it. His ocean colored eyes stared into my green ones.

"I must say you have such beautiful eyes," he mumbled.

I ignored his comment and broke the stare by looking down saying, "You haven't told me why yet."

He stood silent still looking at me.