#john Watson imagine

[specialagentlokitty]

John x Teen!reader - my dad

I have a request, for a John Watson fic. Could you do one where teen Reader is John's long lost daughter and Sherlock is the one to deduce it when she does something only John would do (maybe an eye roll or a specific headshake) and he tries to secretly get the two to spend time together like father and daughter? - Anon💜

Sitting in the police car, you laid over the back seats as you waited for your guardian to come back and he did after a few moments.

He opened the back door and looked at you.

“Sorry kiddo, Sherlock’s agreed to watch you for a few hours.”

“Can he take me on cases?”

“No.”

“Can I take him on cases?”

“What cases do you have?”

You shrugged a little and smiled at Lestrade as you jumped out of the car, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you padded after him to the flat.

He lead you in and you waved at Sherlock.

“I heard you have a roommate.”

“I heard you got removed from boarding school.”

You shrugged a little and walked over to the sofa, dropping yourself on it with a heavy thud and looked to Lestrade.

“Can we have pizza Greg?”

“If you want pizza order pizza, I’ll send you the money.”

“Thanks!” You beamed.

He nodded and ruffled your hair before he told Sherlock not to let you leave his sight and he left and Sherlock looked over at you.

“So, why did you get kicked out?”

“I ran away.”

“More than once.” He said.

“Ten times actually, they decided I wasn’t a so called right fit. It’s why Greg seems mad, cause he was the one who had to keep picking me up.”

“Well, he is your legal guardian so it does make sense.”

You shrugged a little and turned your head to look at Sherlock.

“Where’s the fool who decided to live with you?”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

There was a small thud, and someone came rushing down the hallway and stopped in the entrance of the living room.

“John, (Y/N), (Y/N) John. Now stop asking annoying questions.”

You rolled your eyes and john did the same thing, and Sherlock glanced back at the pair of you.

He watched carefully as you got up and walked over to john and held your hand out to him, formally introducing yourself and John did the same thing.

The longer Sherlock looked, the more he realised you two seemed alike.

He never noticed it since the pair of you had never been in the same room before, but now, standing side by side he could see it.

Mainly in the little things you did.

The way you rolled your eyes, the way you shook hands the exact same, the way you crossed your arms while you were talking.

Sherlock carefully studied both you and John.

“(Y/N).”

You turned your head to Sherlock.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock looked at you.

“Order your pizza I’m going out, John watch her, she’s m a swift one and will run.”

Sherlock needed answers and there was only one way he was going to get them, but in order to get them he had to go to the hospital.

You were now his new case.

He was never wrong, never.

You were related to John somehow, he knew that one, but he needed to know exactly how you were related to John.

You and John looked to each other in confusion and you shrugged.

“Do you have a history of running away?” John asked.

“From school yeah, and sometimes Sherlock. But if it makes you feel better Greg can always find me.”

“Lestrade?”

You nodded your head and held your phone out to John and he walked over to take it and sit next to you.

“Yeah, he’s my legal guardian, he has been for the past few years.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty happy with it, he’s basically my uncle, I’ve known him my whole life. It’s how I met Sherlock actually, he’s like a weird big brother I can’t get rid of.”

John laughed, nodding his head.

“Once you meet him he just sticks to your side like glue.”

You ordered your food and you and John carried on talking happily while you ate and you showed him a few games on your phone that you liked.

It took Sherlock longer than he thought it would have to be able to get into your file, but as he scrolled through it he couldn’t find anything that would help him.

“What’re you looking for?” Molly asked.

“Parents names.”

Sherlock looked at the bottom, but it only held your mums name, absolutely no mention of who your father was.

“There isn’t one listed, Lestrade tried that as well.”

Sherlock frowned and nodded his head, reluctantly there was only one person he could ask now. The only person who could access to your information.

He didn’t want to, but it was driving him crazy and he needed to know so he paced back and forth as he waited for a reply from his older brother.

Mycroft: I’m only sending you this so then you owe me a favour when the time comes. (Y/N)s biological father was listed as John Watson, except (Y/N)s mother walked away without telling him. He has no clue.

Sherlock nodded to his, stuffing his phone in his pocket he started to run scenarios through his head on what to do next.

He could tell you both, but that seemed boring to him.

He could tell Lestrade, but that always seemed boring to him.

No, he was going to wait, just keep making you two spend time together.

He was partially doing it to cure himself from his eternal boredom, but at the same time he was doing it for you and John.

He didn’t know how the pair of you would react, and he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath if it went wrong.

Sherlock spent days researching into what parents did with the children, how the bonded and how they spent time together.

He read, watched videos, asked online, gathering as much information as he possible could before he settled on starting simple.

He sent you two to get something to eat since he didn’t want any food, he sent you two to the movies, concerts, anything for a day out to spend time together.

You and John got along really well, but you were all starting to get suspicious of him, and when Lestrade watched Sherlock send you and John somewhere he turned around.

“Right, what the bloody hell are you playing at now?” He asked.

“Johns her father.”

Lestrade stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

Sherlock turned his laptop and showed a formal document, a formal birth certificate which listened both mother and father.

“Her mother burned the original copy, Mycroft had to do some digging just to find this. (Y/N)s mother didn’t want anyone to know who the father was so she could claim child support of different men in different cities.”

“Is that why for the past three months you have been doing anything to get the two to spend time with each other?”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“John has a right to know, and so does (Y/N) but it would be easier to tell them if they already get along.”

“Well has it worked?”

“No they’re more like friends, or brother and sister.”

Lestrade laughed a little and clasped a hand on sherlocks shoulder.

“Just tell them.”

Sherlock nodded, it was about time he told the pair of you.

You and John were walking around, talking about what he did while he was a soldier and you stopped by the gates of the cemetery.

“Can you give me a minute?”

“Of course, take as long as you need, do you want me to come with you?”

You looked through the gates for a minutes and nodded your head.

You had never been here alone, Lestrade or Sherlock always came with you, so you didn’t want to go in by yourself.

You walked along the path, and John carefully watched you as you approached a headstone.

“Hey mum.” You said softly.

You went through the bag you had and pulled out a single rose you had gotten from the shop and rested it up against it.

John stood a few feet away, his back turned to you to give you your privacy and just waited until you were ready to go.

When you were you walked over to him and smiled softly.

“Thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me, are you okay?”

You nodded your head and started to walk, and John followed behind you.

“Can I ask.. how Uhm.. how your mum passed?”

“Car accident, it’s how I first met Greg he was the one to handle the case. They couldn’t find out who my dad was, so he took me instead.”

John nodded his head.

“Do you have any idea who your dad could be? Sherlock could help you find him.”

You flicked your eyes up to John and smiled.

“I think I know who my dad is yeah, and I know Sherlock knows. But anyways I’ve got to go, I told Greg I’d finish my homework.”

You hugged John and jogged down the street and John went back to the flat only to find Sherlock waiting for him.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock didn’t say a word, he just tuned the laptop to face him and confused, john walked over.

He stared at the screen and slowly picked it up, walking over to sit in his chair as he just stared.

“Sherlock I.. I don’t understand…”

“You’re (Y/N)s father John. Her real father.”

John excused himself, saying he needed time to think about what he just found out and as the next morning rolled around he texted Lestrade asking to come over.

He agreed and John was soon in front of your house with Lestrade waited outside.

“Sherlock finally told you didn’t he?”

John nodded.

“Is she in?”

“She’s in the living room waiting. She knows too.”

John nervously walked in and walked over to the living room, standing in front of you while you looked up at him.

“You knew I was your dad?”

You nodded softly.

“I realised after a few weeks… but I.. I was scared you wouldn’t want me…”

John rushed over and pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I want you, you’re my daughter (Y/N), I’m so sorry I missed so much.”

You hugged him back and smiled to yourself.

“Does this mean.. maybe we can go to parent kid events… and do things parents and their kids do…?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

John pulled away and looked at you.

“What about Lestrade?”

“Well… he’ll always be my dad, you know? He’s cared for me since I was like nine, but.. but I want to have by biological dad too…”

John smiled and hugged you tightly again.

“That’s fine by me.”

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Imagine John Watson comforting you whilst on your period

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rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

tim canterbury(the office) - none yet. john h. watson(bbc's sherlock) - none yet. bilbo baggins(the hobbit) - none yet. arthur dent(the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy) - none yet.

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Sherlock Holmes fans don't want much. They just want to see a universe where Holmes and Watson actually get to be together.

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Not Them still haunting me even on my hike.

More than one hundred miles away from home and I am still unable to escape Them. Not even physically.

I can't anymore. THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE.

(watch me lose my absolute mind in the tags💀

[saraakpotter]

She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)

summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet genre: fluff p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.

number one: during 'the blind banker'

you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.

"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.

Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"

"how are you so sure?" John asked

Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.

"maybe they changed it." John said.

"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.

"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later

"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said

"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.

"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.

"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked

"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.

"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.

after she left you came out of his arms.

"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.

"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.

"uh-huh" you said

number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'

"punch me in the face" Sherlock said

"punch you?" John said

"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"

"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says

"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.

"i always wanted to do that" you joke

"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.

"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.

after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.

"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile

"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off

"she is my girlfriend" he says

"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.

"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered

"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile

number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)

"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.

"hello, what's the problem?" the man said

"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says

"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along

"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.

"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"

you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.

"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.

"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.

number four: the real confession

"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.

"yes?"

"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.

"ok, what is it?"

"will you....can you....oh god!"

"Sher, just say it. its okay."

"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"

"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow

"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says

"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.

"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue

"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects

"what?" now you were really confused

"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."

he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.

"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"

"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly

Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.

"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"

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He's talking about Watson.

[b4kuch1n]

THEE audiodrama disguised as podcast

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I wonder if John ever starts talking to himself like he talks for the podcast and then realizes he is not in fact recording

[strangesthirdeye]

Being Sherlock's wife and going through the pregnancy would include:

Warning: It's Sherlock, he's a great man. fluff, aftermath of The Final Problem, sweet, baby, Sherlock is a great husband, pregnancy, Baby William creation.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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• Him, dumbfounded and stunned when you told the news that you are pregnant which causes you to be concerned with the lack of response from him.

"I think you broke him" John.

•But later Sherlock recovers from the state of loading his information by hugging you tightly and repeatedly saying you two have become parents.

• Since you are still in the early stages of pregnancy, Sherlock will monitor your diet and recommend routines that should be followed by pregnant women. That's after he did research for pregnant women on Google.

• Concerned with the safety of you and the baby when you insist on joining him and John to solve cases. Even if you are still early in your pregnancy and capable of doing your work, saying that you don't need to tire yourself, but later let you join him and John.

• Morning sickness? don't worry Sherlock is always alert to your situation so don't be surprised if he suddenly appears behind you just to hold your hair as you vomit all the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

• Headaches? Sherlock can give you paracetamol and massage your head. Body aches? automatically, Sherlock is good at massage

• When it comes to the middle of pregnancy, the majority of pregnant women will have cravings with weird combinations of food. So you are no exception.

• Lemon and Honey? Sherlock can take the pickle and peanut butter boots? Sherlock doesn't know if the one he married all this time is human or not.

• wake up late at night just to eat something spicy? Sherlock automatically got up and left the flat for the sake's of you.

• you are also no exception to mood swings and your victim is Sherlock. Obviously.

• from sad to angry to happy and Sherlock handles your mood easily because he really expects you to be like that. He will be the place where you release your mood swings as long as you don't kill him.

• John being an expert about pregnancy (Mary preggo tadaa) gave him advice to handle pregnant women.

"and don't stress her out, Sherlock" John obviously.

• And now the awaited time has arrived. As your stomach is getting bigger and rounder, Sherlock can't keep his hands on his side because he always puts his big hands on your stomach just to feel the baby in that stomach.

• he will kneel and talk to the baby in the stomach which becomes a daily routine in these few months. He excitedly talked about his cases. Obviously.

• Him, excited when he gets a response from the baby in the stomach like a baby kicking your stomach because the baby is excited with his father. Often leaving you gasping for breath due to indigestion being kicked by the baby in the stomach.

• rub your belly every night and hug you from the back every time you sleep.

• when it comes to last month of pregnancy, your body aches and back pain are getting worse and Sherlock always helps you.

• he will whisper words of comfort in your ear as he hugs you from behind and strokes your hair to convince you that you are a strong person as you are having a mental breakdown.

• But overall, everything turns out fine and you don't have a mental breakdown anymore. Thanks to your loving husband.

• Excited because there are only a few weeks left before he will meet his baby and always finding some good names for his baby.

• Gender? nahh he doesn't care about that as long as the baby comes out well.

"Tina?" Sherlock.

"sounds like somebody's aunt" You.

•talking with baby has become traditions now. And he cannot wait to hold his baby.

• last week of pregnancy, he already took you to the hospital in case you give birth early. Bags and all facilities such as baby clothes and diapers have been packed by Sherlock. So no need to worry.

• John gave him a word of advice about the newborn. Such as what he should do and what he shouldn't do so that he won't panic.

• Rosie is excited to meet her new friend and always stuck with you while talking to the baby in your belly. She already sees you as a mother figure as hers has passed away. So no wonder she always stuck with you.

• When it's time for you to give birth, Sherlock will be where you endure the pain when you push the baby out of your vagina. He doesn't care if his hand is broken because you grabbed it or you swear at him. He's always there.

• Him, saying that you are strong and encouraging you to push the baby.

• panic when everything was quiet for a moment but sighed in relief when he heard the sound of his baby crying for the first time. He rubbed your head happily.

• Him, support his bundle of joy in both hands and smile genuinely as he found out that he got a boy.

• William Scott Hamish Holmes. That's your baby's name and his.

• Kiss William's forehead tenderly and whisper some words like welcome him to the family of Holmes.

• He is always there when you need him. What a great husband.

[specialagentlokitty]

John x reader - do I make you nervous?

A/N: so I decided on John for this fic because there’s not enough of my little hedgehog man!💜

Slamming the door to your car, you walked over to the crime scene only to be stopped by your least favourite detective who held his hand up, stopping you in your tracks.

“Absolutely not, not dressed like that. Get away from my crime scene.”

Rolling your eyes, you leant back a little, crossing your arms over your chest as you titled your head up a little, keeping eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed Bitcherson?”

“It’s Anderson! Jesus Christ how can a police officer be so childish?” He hissed.

You smirked just a little.

“Uhm.. Lestrade… who’s that?” John asked softly.

Lestrade turned to where John was pointed and cursed under his breath.

“Sally get them away from each other!”

“Why, lest them put Anderson in his place, he’s hardly worth the air he breaths.” Sherlock said.

They all began to make their way over, hoping the scene wouldn’t escalate any further than it already was.

“Why call you that? You are the embodiment of a bitch, so I’m not really lying am I?”

“Get out of my crime scene.” He warned.

“Or what? What’re you gonna do? Lay a hand on me I dare you, I’m just itching to punch your stupid little face.”

Before Anderson could reply he was pulled away by Donovan, and Lestrade pushed you back a few steps by your shoulder.

“Come on, I was just play!” You smirked.

“No you weren’t, last you said that you sent him to the hospital!”

You shrugged a little.

“Not my fault he’s got a punchable face Greg.”

“(Y/N)!” Lestrade snapped.

You smirked and raised your hands as you took a few steps back towards the tape.

“Seriously, he looks like a rat. Sherlock back me up, doesn’t he look like a rat?”

“They’re right.” Sherlock nodded.

“Sherlock!” John scolded.

You laughed a little, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jeans as you rocked back and forth on your feet.

Humming a little you looked up at the street sign before pointing at it.

“Hey moron, what does that street sign say?” You called.

Anderson looked over at it.

“Oh no, you’re not.. you can’t be serious! Lestrade!”

Lestrade also look at the sign and so did John looked a little confused.

“I don’t understand, what’s wrong with this street?” He asked.

“(Y/N) and Anderson don’t work well together, so since (Y/N) is a good detective.. though their methods are… questionable… they get point on anything they want on this part of the city.” Lestrade sighed.

You turned to John, a little smirk on your face as you offered him a knock bow before holding your hand out.

“Detective inspector (Y/N) (L/N), pleasure to meet you.”

“Uhm.. j..John Watson…”

He nervously shook your hand and you smiled a little at him before you pulled your hand away from him and held your hand in the air, gesturing for a small group of officers behind you to move forward.

“Lestrade get the rat and his girlfriend out of my crime scene thanks.”

You heard the two protesting but they couldn’t argue and they just stormed away.

“So does this mean case over?” John asked.

“No, (Y/N) couldn’t care less we’re here. Actually they involve me in all of their cases, keeps me busy and gives them time to get on everyone’s nerves.”

“Yup!” You grinned.

Sherlock went back to what he was doing and you waited for him to finish before you began working on the investigation.

John wasn’t sure what to do, so he just stood back and out of the way, slightly scared of you.

After the first meeting he saw you a lot, and he realised how different you really were compared to everyone.

Even after knowing you for a few months he was still scared of you, and it was something everyone could easily pick up on.

While they were at the station talking to Lestrade John watched as you walked past, swinging something between your fingers.

“Hey Watson.”

“Oh.. Uhm.. hi…” he mumbled nervously.

Donovan smirked at that and walked over, standing next to him.

“You’re really scared of them? You, the big, bad soldier?”

“What? No!”

“Oh you so are, you’re really scared of them!” Donovan laughed.

She began to make fun of John for being scared of you. Saying how he shouldn’t be scared since he was a soldier and had faced much worth.

Anderson started to join in and Sherlock looked over.

“Oh shut up you two.” Sherlock snapped.

“Or what freak? What’ll you do?” Donovan said.

“Guys enough!”

Everyone started bickered and you walked over, standing next to john as you carried on twirling whatever it was you had in your hands.

He looked at you then at what you were messing with and it clicked.

“Is that a knife?!” He shouted.

“Pocket knife, for cases and emergencies.”

You turned to the other bickering.

“Oi idiots.”

They all stopped.

“Who the hell keeps giving them the knife back?!” Donovan yelled.

You smirked and took a daring step forward and Lestrade quickly stepped in front of you, but you didn’t even look at him, your eyes were glued to Donovan and Anderson.

“How have you not been fired your unstable freak?!”Anderson yelled.

“Because I’m hot obviously. Now, what were you lot saying about Watson? Huh?”

The two shared a look and you narrowed your eyes.

“You think it’s funny to mock a soldier? A man who risked his life of this people? Huh? You think that’s funny? C’mere and let’s see how funny it is.”

Anderson scoffed.

“You won’t do anything. Especially not here, especially not with that.”

“Wanna find out?”

Anderson quickly hid behind Donovan and you laughed loudly, step away from Lestrade and he held his hand out to you so you handed over the little knife.

He put it in his pocket.

“We’re talking about this, my office in an hour.” He said sternly.

“Bitch you’re not my boss.”

“(Y/N)!”

You raised your hands and backed away with a smile on your face and turned to John who was grinning a little.

“You’re the embodiment of trouble (Y/N) they’re going to fire you one day.” Sherlock said.

“Would they Sherlock? Would they really? Lestrade is my handler and I’m yours so in a way they really can’t otherwise nothing would get done here.”

“That’s true.” He shrugged.

He went back to finish his conversation and you turned back to John.

“Did they bother you? I can punch Anderson if you want?”

“By the looks of it you don’t need a reason to punch him.” John chuckled.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

You spun around and started to walk away and John realised where you were going.

“(Y/N) don’t!” He yelled.

Lestrade whipped his head up and watched as you jumped over a desk, tapping Anderson on shoulder, you waited for him to turn around before taking a swing.

You hit him in the face, watching as he went stumbling to the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Lestrade yelled.

He went to run after you but you easily dodged him.

“Fuck around and find out bitch! Don’t fuck with soldiers!” You yelled.

You grabbed your jacket and bag and walked back over to John, patting him on the cheek.

“I’m not that scary.” You smirked.

With that you waltzed away and John just watched your form leave.

John didn’t see or hear anything about you for a few days until there was a knock on the flat door, and when he opened it you were stood there.

You had a split lip, the remains of a bloodied nose and a small cut on your cheek.

“Bloody hell what did you do?”

John took your arm and led you in, sitting you in his chair he went to grab everything he needed and brought it over.

He grabbed a table over and sat on it as he started to clean up your face.

“I had to have a meeting this morning about punching that idiot in the face.”

“And you punched yourself in the face?” He asked.

You laughed a little and shook your head, looking around the flat.

“(Y/N) keep your head still.”

John tried to carry on cleaning your wounds but you wouldn’t sit still, so he reached out and grasped your jaw between his fingers forcing you to look at him.

“No, he kept running his mouth, so I punched him. He punched me back. Jokes on him, he has a broken nose.”

“You can’t just go around punching people.” He sighed.

He cleaned the cut on your cheek and set everything down and looked at you.

Then he realised that he was still holding your jaw between his fingers and quickly let go.

“Do I scare you Watson?” You mused.

“N…no…”

He quickly got up and started to clean everything and you titled your head back to look at him as he tossed everything in the bin and put the small medical kit away.

“Are you sure?” You hummed.

“I.. i.. I’m sure…” he stuttered.

You stood up, and he walked over, quickly walking past you to stand in the doorway to the hallway and you looked at him.

He did anything to looked at you and you walked over, standing in front of him and he moved away pressing his back to the wall.

You placed your arm on the wall, resting your head on it as you smirked to yourself.

You loved pissing off Anderson sure.

But making John all flustered and Embarrassed? That was a whole fun new game for you.

You loved flirting with him, watching as he got all embarrassed and refused to look at you and stuttered, you found it cute.

“I don’t bite Watson.”

“Maybe not, but you punch, and apparently you’re willing to stab?”

“Nah that’s more for fun, but I do punch. But… I wouldn’t punch you.”

“Have you punched Sherlock?”

“Yeah, but it’s Sherlock. Everyone’s punched him at least once.”

John laughed and turned around, leaning against the wall as he looked at you, a shy smile on his face and you smiled back.

“Still scared of me?” You said softly.

“I.. I wasn’t scared of you…” he whispered.

“Then what are you?”

He shrugged a little and you walked over, placing your finger under his chin, you made him look at you and he swallowed nervously.

“Okay… maybe a little scared…” he whispered.

“Do I make you nervous John…?”

John nodded his head and you hummed, leaning in, you softly kissed his cheek and pulled away as the door opened and you looked at him.

“You’re cute John, if you want a different kind of kind then the boring bar or dinner dates let me know.”

You let him go and walked away, saying hit to Sherlock before you left the flat and John stood there for s minute before walking over to his chair and slowly sitting down.

“So they finally asked you out?” Sherlock said.

“W.. what…?”

“(Y/N) finally asked you out. What did you say?”

“I Uhm.. I didn’t have a chance to reply.”

“They slipped their number in your pocket, they’ve been hitting in your for weeks John seriously how did you not notice?”

“I.. what..?”

Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned to his friend.

“Seriously? Are you that blind you couldn’t tell they were hitting on you? Just agree to the date I know you want to.”

“I hardly know anything about them!”

“Isn’t that what dates are for? Getting to know people?”

John rolled his eyes this time.

“They said they punched you before.”

“They’re a little unhinged, absolutely unpredictable, everything about them and what they do and how they work is unorthodox. It’s what makes them so entertaining to work with, it’s never a straight line when you’re with them, they’ll leave you second guessing everything.”

John nodded along as Sherlock told him some more about you.

“Just call them already, I know you’re going to do it. May as well do it now.”

“I need to think about it.”

John got up and walked it his room, closing the door he rummaged through his pockets to find the little slip of paper that you slipped in there and he stared at your number.

You made him nervous, and in a way scared him, but yet when he looked at you he felt a rush of adrenaline go through his body, like he was about to risk his life for a stunt.

You were so different from all the people he had dated before, he was used to calm, predictable.

Maybe a new thing was good for him? Maybe that’s what he needed in his life?

Sure, he had Sherlock and that was an adventure enough, but John was just drawn to you.

He thought for a moment before nodding to himself.

He wanted something new, he wanted to experience something new, add a little bit of fun to his life and he felt like you could help him with that.

So he dialled your number and held the phone to his ear waiting anxiously as it rang

[ogsherlockholmes]

Don't think about Watson making Holmes up to compensate for his loneliness after his injury. Don't think about Watson sitting alone in his hospital bed conjuring up problems just to be solved by an enigmatic imaginary friend. Don't think about all the inconsistencies in the book being due to Watson's weakening health. Don't think about Watson killing off Holmes as a means of trying to support himself without living in his imagination but failing and having to bring Holmes back to save him. Don't think about Watson writing all those historical novels (which ACD preferred to write) as another outlet for his loneliness but ultimately always returning to Holmes because that was the man who saved him. Don't think about Watson putting himself down in the stories continuously because that's how little he thought of himself, but writing Holmes, someone he thought as superior, complimenting him to try and make himself feel better. Don't think about-

[mayhasopinions]

a peaceful walk

[barachiki]

Looking sharp in the 70s.

[buckingham-ashtray]

to me one of the funniest things in asip is definitely when sherlock brought the man previously from his flat to the crime scene without even introducing him except for emphasizing "he's with me" and gavin lestrade was trying to decide whether a) if sherlock has really gone round the bend and decided to take a hostage to keep as a pet and he should save this man from sherlock or b) if this man is even more of a dangerous sociopathic nutter than sherlock and he should lock him up and save london from this man

[saraakpotter]

imagine: meeting Sherlock for the first time and him not being able to 'read' you

*y\f\c= your favorite country

You were one of Lestrade's close friends. you worked as a detective inspector in another country but you had recently moved here and since you were a highly intelligent person he thought you and Sherlock should meet.

And today he decided to go to 221b and bring you with him so here you are, standing at a strangers door.

"this is absurd, why should i come again?" you asked

"for god's sake y\n can you stop nagging for a minuet and do what you're told to do?" he says tired of you constantly asking the same question.

"if you are asking me, no" you teased

"oh shut it" he says and you smirk.

The door opens.

"DI Lestrade!" the man says and Greg nod's walking in and guiding you in too.

"so, this is my friend y\n y\l\n. she moved here from y\f\c" Lestrade explained.

"oh! John Watson. pleasure to meet you." he introduced and you smiled shaking his hand.

As you entered the flat and sat down you saw a man with curly brown hair and a black coat sitting on an armchair, his eyes closed.

Lestrade pointed at the man.

"he is Sherlock Holmes. the man i was telling you about." he says and you nod obviously bored. with that the man opens his eyes and looks at Greg but then quickly glances at you.

"who is that?" he asks

"Sherlock, this is my friend, y\n y\l\n."

Sherlock remains silence, looking you up and down. after a while he raises an eyebrow.

he quickly looks at John.

new coat is sleepy just talked to an old friend has a date is nervous

He turns and looks at Lestrade.

annoyed same coat stressed has 2 mission reports to read has 6 missed calls

The words and random facts kept coming to his mind, he hadn't lost his observation skills.

He turns his look at you.

????

Was all he could see.

He rose an eyebrow and looked you up and down again.

"interesting" he muttered to himself

"what was that?" you ask

"nothing.....so, y\n, right? what do you do? as a job i mean." he asks making John and Greg smirk.