#joan watson x reader

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Who I write for ⚢:

Succession Siobhan “Shiv” Roy

Abbot Elementary Melissa Schemmenti

The Parent Trap Chessy

Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller Debbie Ocean

Elementary Joan Watson

Ted Lasso Rebecca Welton

Everything Everywhere All At Once Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki

Aubrey Plaza Characters Lenny Busker (Legion) Riley Johnson (Happiest Season)

Kathryn Hahn Characters Jen Barkley (Parks and Rec) Claire Debella (Glass Onion)

#shiv roy x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #chessy x reader #cate blanchett x reader #lou miller x reader #debbie ocean x reader #joan watson x reader #rebecca welton x reader #jobu tupaki x reader #joy wang x reader #aubrey plaza x reader #riley johnson x reader #lenny busker x reader #jen barkley x reader #kathryn hahn x reader #claire debella x reader #middle aged actresses

[sonicenvy]

tag people you want to catch up with/get to know better

I was tagged by @otterandterrier in this fun lil game! TY! 🥰

last song: Spaceship - Kesha.

last film: What We Do In The Shadows (2014)

currently read (or last read): currently, a lot of things, but I just picked up Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman on the recommendation of my sister. I last finished When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead which is a kids' book that I was reading as part of my effort to beef up my kids' reader's advisory knowledge base; it was actually quite lovely. The last fanfic that I read was a re-read of Bouquets for a Cricket Match by Aelwyn which is a wonderful multi doctor x rose fic.

currently watching: honestly I've been trying to cut myself off of most TV because I don't have a lot of self control with TV but I'll cop to recently re-watching some Elementary because I <3 Joan Watson sm. I also have been watching videos from BaumgartnerRestoration, RobertEFuller, AskAMortician, and mymechanics on YouTube. The YT is working OK for me because I used my ublock origin to disable any autoplaying, all recommended videos, any play next and all algorithmic feeds, meaning I have to find a video or a channel that I want to watch and just, like, watch that. That said, I absolutely recommend all of those channels.

current obsessions: i've been getting back into gaming lately since I finally got a new gaming PC (yay!), which has meant a lot more hours sunk into Civ V and Child of Light. I've also been on a doctor/rose fic bender again, because they are one of my two og ships, and will always be close to my heart (the other of course is han/leia). I've also been listening to Kesha's new album Gag Order, the Longest Johns C-Sides and Raleigh Ritchie You're a Man Now, Boy on repeat. (literally all of my recent spotify plays are just those albums lol). I am also back on a tiny bowl making spree. I threw 9 tiny bowls last week which I trimmed this afternoon. After these get fired I'll have 20 tiny bowls to glaze which is exciting! I love tiny bowls.

no pressure tags to the mutuals ❤️ @strawberry-jackalope @itsthenerdwonder @veritascara @verycute @despite-everything

#abt #tag meme

[babblydrabbly]

Hey, everyone! I'm going to give @flufftober a shot this year. I've got the prompts all planned out below, but I might alter things around or change my mind as the month goes on. There's a lot of new ships I've never written before but I'm excited to try- especially with an autumn theme! My goal is to write between 300 and 1k words for each prompt. Hopefully I'll be updating this post often. Wish me luck! ❤

Week One

1. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes - Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

2. “You’ve told your parents?” - Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DCU) x Reader 

3. Thick as Thieves - Nathan Drake (Uncharted 2022) x Thief!Reader

4. Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies [Alt 2] Caught in the Rain - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

5. “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” - Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

6. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights - Nadja of Antipaxos x Reader x Laszlo Cravensworth

7. Movie Marathon - Natasha Romanov/Black Widow x Reader

8. Shooting Stars - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader AU

Week 2

9. Game Day (Sports) - Poly!SuicideSquad x Reader

10. Love Language - Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022) x Reader

11. Poetry, Art, Music, Craft - Rick Flag x Artist!Reader AU

12. “You kept this?” - Edward Teach (ofmd) x Reader 

13. Secret Family Recipe - Peter Parker (MCU) x Ned’s Sister!Reader

14. Truth or Dare/20 Questions - Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Vigilante!Reader

15. Accidents don't just happen accidentally - Joan Watson x Reader x Sherlock Holmes

16. “I hate you” – “I love you too” - Emilia Harcourt x Argus Agent!Reader

Week Three

17. Animal Shelter - Stephen Holder x Reader 

18. Soulmate AU - Eddie Munson x Reader

19. Hot Chocolate - Bilbo Baggins x Human!Reader

20. Bedtime Stories [Alt 5] Winning a Teddy for the Other - Steve Harrington x Reader

21. Kiss for Good Luck - Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

22. “Have you heard?” - Robert Dubois x Reader

23. POV Outsider - Digger Harkness x Reader from Rick Flag’s POV

24. All the Hugs - Harley Quinn x Squadmember!Reader

Week Four

25. First Dance - Kili (Hobbit) x Reader

26. Blankets - Takeshi Kovacs Prime x Reader

27. Reunion - Yelena Belova x Reader

28. Picnic - Guillermo de la Cruz x Witchhunter!Reader

29. Leaves [Alt 1] Slow dance - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

30. Dear Diary - Chris Smith/Peacemaker x Reader 

31. A Sweet Treat - Rick Flag x Argus Agent!Reader

#flufftober2022 #flufftober #flufftober masterlist #mywords* #We'll see how I keep up with my first month-long challenge!

[unofficialsherlockian]

(tis Bougie on anon! Hi!)

W, X, Y and N for the fanfic meme?

Thanks for the ask! I love talking about fanfic :’) (fanfic meme)

W. Favorite pairing to read is definitely Sherlock Holmes x John Watson in most any capacity (save for the platonic Elementary, unless friendships can count in a pairing, then Joan and Sherlock is up there!). Top of that is the og Doyle universe ofc. I’ll slurp up some KakaGai any day too (Kakashi x Gai from Naruto is basically canon anyways).

To write is tricky. I want to write Holmes x Watson but I haven’t found my footing yet. I think my favorite to write so far with confidence has been Linus Baker x Arthur Parnassus (idk if there is a ship name!) of TJ Klune’s The House in the Cerulean Sea. I felt so connected to those characters in a real unique way and writing them feels like second nature. Their voices are always in my head.

X. Im somewhere between a voracious fic reader and a careful one. Smaller fandoms tend to be voracious- I go through the tag picking stuff that sounds good to read and once I finish that, I double back and clear the whole tag out. Larger fandoms I’m very selective (stuff like Sherlock Holmes and HP have me going through with a fine-toothed comb).

Y. Personal satisfaction vs popularity - I kind of have to focus on personal satisfaction as a small time fic writer. I also have a long running background as a writer who has done a lot of original work but hasn’t published yet, so I’m always doing what feels great to me, even if it’s not what other people read.

I’m definitely not most satisfied by my most popular stories - Year one of the Slytherin Harry AU (HP and the Stone of the Immortal) has the most hits of anything rn but I think as I’ve worked on that series, I’ve gotten better and had more fun with it (I’m grateful so many people have taken a look and enjoyed that first part. I really loved writing it; it was a fun start to what’s turning out to be a crazy complicated character driven AU/rewrite. The love for that one is also pushing me to work on it more because damn I wanna eventually finish my queer Slytherin HP).

Second most hits are on Just Transport (BBC’s Sherlock told through the lens of FTM Sherlock). I’m proud of that one because of the response it got-several people said how much it meant to them. But it’s also something written by a very young guy and it shows on how I tackled certain things. I did some trans Sherlock Holmes fic since that I’m definitely more satisfied with (Pieces that Fit with Elementary’s Sherlock FTM)

Those two most popular by hits are second and third to Soulmates in Kudos and I would honestly never think about soulmates again if not for the face that many people still like it (for some reason lol). Emergancy Lighting follows that up, though and that’s one of my most favorite that I’ve ever posted, followed by a couple most recent ones, so I’m hoping as I grow as a writer, maybe it will show in the “popularity” of fics as well.

But honestly, personal satisfaction aside, I’d be happy to only have a handful of readers if they all expressed that my writing meant something to them. That kind of connection is what’s really the best with any story.

#tyyyyy #my posts #fanfic ask meme #fanfic #fanfic writer

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Heya could I request something with Joan Watson from elementary with the reader taking care or helping Joan after she was kidnapped in season 2. Or if you have inspiration for something else you can do that if you want! No worries if not! You’re an amazing writer x

(A/N): Thank you so much! I’m sorry for how long it took me to write this, I really hope you’ll like what I came up with. If you wanna request for more Joan imagines (or anyone else I write for!), feel free to reach out! 

“Joan, I’m back!” You scream out those words as you enter through the apartment’s entrance, one of your hands holding onto a bunch of flyers and brochures while the other one closes the door behind you. “I got your text. Did Sherlock already leave for his new investigation?”

Silence follows your silence as you walk through the apartment, your feet taking you from the entrance to the living room. You shuffle the brochures in your hand a few times, your eyes trying to find a few specific ones as you walk into the kitchen.

“Hey.” You give out a smile when you notice Joan sitting at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a full cup of tea and her eyes staring at emptiness. “Did you hear me come in?”

“Hm.” She barely answers you, her hand bringing the cup of tea to her lips. “I did.”

You look back at the brochures, continuing to shuffle them. “And Sherlock?”

“Left with Marcus an hour ago.”

“Alright.” One of your hand stretches towards the chair next to hers, dragging it so you’ll have enough space to sit down. “I followed your doctor’s advice, and met with a few representatives of organizations that can give you the proper counseling. I took a few of their brochures, but I went through them, and I think two of them could be very good choices. If you wanna check them out and pick one-”

“I don’t need that.” She finally gives you a look, a stern look on her expression. “I told you; I don’t need any help.”

You look up from the brochures and quirk an eyebrow. “Joan, you were kidnapped.”

“And I came out of it without a scratch.” She gives out a hard smile as she repeats the words she heard from one of her doctors. “Remember?”

You give out a sigh, putting the brochures down on the table.

“Joan.” You reach out to take one of her hands in yours, forcing her to look into your eyes. “You’re used to be a doctor, right?”

She squints her eyes at you, confused. “Yes, and?”

“So let’s say your friend got kidnapped.” She gives out a sigh of frustration as soon as she hears those words come out of your mouth, but your hands secure her in place and push her to listen to you. “Says she’s fine, but she has a hard time leaving the apartment, avoids her friends and family, and...” You point at her with your chin. “She’s constantly on edge and annoyed by others. Now, do you think those are symptoms of...?”

You make a point to not finish your sentence, which is enough to make Joan sigh once more. “They’re stress reactions.”

“Right.” You give out a proud grin, gently shaking her hand from left to right. “And what would you recommend...?”

“Be in a safe and secure environment...” She tils her head back and forth, clearly not wanting to answer your question. “Connect with loved ones... take time to adjust back into family and work...”

“Now, let’s say your friend’s already doing that.” You slowly approach your upper body to hers, forcing her to look into your eyes. “What else could she do?”

She stares intently into your eyes, a glint of annoyance in hers. “Get resources and information about how to seek counseling.”

“Which is why I got the brochures.” You gently pat her hand before you let go, grabbing the few fliers you left on the table and showcasing them to your friend. “So... will you please take a look at them?”

She gives out a groan, her hands reaching to get the flyers. “You’re a really sweet but annoying friend, you know?”

“I know.” You give out a large grin, your eyes saddening with worry a few seconds later. “Joan, you know I’m here for you, right?”

She looks up from the brochures to look into your eyes, a small silence settling between the two of you. A few seconds pass before her lips form a genuine smile, and thus, despite the tiredness in her eyes.

“I know.”  One of her hands reach out to hold onto one of your, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you.”

#elementary #joan watson #joan watson imagine #joan watson imagines #joan watson x reader #elementary imagine #elementary imagines #elementary x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert #request #requests

[this-is-good-and-gay]

Joan Watson

Flee - @ongaku-ato-kakikomi

Taking care of Joan after she was kidnapped - @ongaku-ato-kakikomi

#Masterlist #joan watson x reader #joan watson imagine #elementary x reader #elementary imagine #elementary

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine having a simple pizza date with Joan Watson.

You thought about choosing a nice cafe, or even taking her to fancy restaurant in the city, but you decided that you were going to bring Joan to a small pizza parlor. New York pizza was famous after all, so what could go wrong?

Joan breezed in with a smile on her face, dressed casually rather than the more upscale clothes that she usually wore when she was around Sherlock. She noticed you at the booth right away and came to sit across from you. “It smells amazing in here,” She said, looking around.

“Right?” You said, matching her grin. She set her purse to the side and then gave you her full attention. Over extra-wide slices that could be folded in half, you two had a fun, casual conversation rather than the more direct line of questioning that she had given you when you had been a witness in the case that she was working on. It was nice to see her have her hair down, the worried wrinkle above her eyebrow smoothed out, and stress free. Though you assumed part of that stress was from being around Sherlock, not just a nasty case.

“Do I give you a hug?” She asked after the meal when you both got up after the large meal.

“You don’t have to yet.” You said, rummaging through your pocket for a tip and put down a couple of dollar bills. “Unless you’re in a rush to get back home. I was thinking a walk in the park?”

#Joan Watson #Joan Watson x reader #Joan Watson imagines #Elementary #Elementary imagines #nonrequest #imagines #joanw

[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

Jealous Joan Watson

JAnon asked:  I love elementary! And I love my sweet lil Watson, you reminded me that I have to finish season 2 but before I do that, can you do a jealous hc of her or blur whatever you're up to, I love your blog <3

Bruh I started season 2 and I love it and I love Watson, I need more Watson in my life

Also thank you very much! I’m super glad ya like my blog.

The moment Joan sees this person, she does an immediate background check which may or may not include enlisting Sherlock’s help

“Watson, are you sure about this?”

“WHAT IF THAT PERSON WAS A CRIMINAL SHERLOCK?! THEY COULD BE IN DANGER!!!” 

He goes along with it because he thinks its amusing

Joan is a bit vocal about her dislike for the person

“Hey guess what, they were arrested for drunk driving a year ago, they’re a bad influence on you.”

“???????? Joan what the hell?”

And then it clicks that she’s jealous.

“Joan you’re jealous!”

“....Maybe....just a little.”

“Babe you do know that I only love you right?”

Other times Joan just slides on into the conversation like,

“Hello, I’m their girlfriend; did you know I just so happen to be in league with the cops and I’m a detective?”

“Joan babe chill.”

“I’m just saying that I have a wonderful profession.”

Sometimes Joan tries to give you the silent treatment....really doesn’t work haha.

#elementary imagine #joan watson x reader #joan watson imagine #joan watson

[fangirlingincamouflage]

365 Days of Drabbles - Day 4

Title: Girls Day Out Author: Rosey Dayze Word Count: 401 Pairing: Reader x Joan Watson Themes: Shopping, kisses, casual affection Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Joan Watson. She is the sole property of CBS. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

“You can come out anytime now,” Joan’s voice calls to you from the other side of the dressing room door. For the sixth time, you tug at the shirt she picked out for you. It doesn’t fit bad. The fit, as they say, is like a glove. It’s just so different from what you’d pick out for yourself. The color, the style, it’s not like anything you own. But wasn’t that the point? You’ve been going out with Joan for months, and every time she shows up to whatever show or dinner you two are enjoying together, she always looks like a goddess of fashion and you look...well...you don’t match.

“I’ll help,” she promised last night, when you admitted to your closet ineptitude. “It’ll be fun.” It was, mostly. Watching Joan stalk through clothing stores and high end departments was like watching a soldier prepare for battle. Pieces were picked up, tossed in your arms or discarded beneath her critical eye. Slowly you begin to understand just how much time and effort Joan puts into her seemingly effortless looks. “Okay,” You finally say, making a last adjustment. “Here it goes.” You unlock the dressing room door and it swings open. Joan stands there, her glossy, dark hair pulled into a long, swinging braid. Her eyes sparkle as she takes you in. Before you can think she swoops in and presses her lips to yours in a quick kiss. “You look perfect.” “Really?” She waves a hand away, not seeming to realize the impact those few words have. “Well, you always look great. But what I mean is that you look exactly how I thought you would.” She pats your cheek. The gesture is easy, casual, loving. It hasn’t always been easy between you two. Joan has a tendency to keep the people she cares about at a distance.

“You look perfect,” you say, your lips close enough to hers that they brush when you speak.

“Go on. Change. We have a reservation to make.”

You stomach tingles and you find your arm sliding around her back. “You could always help me undress.”

She grins at you, but steps back, planting her hand on your shoulder to keep you a literal arms length away. “I hardly think that kind of thing will keep us on schedule.”

You shrug, watching her walk away. It was totally worth a shot.

#readerfic #reader fic #joan watson #elementary #fanfiction #reader x joan watson

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Sherlock Holmes / Mutual Admiration

Prompt: Sherlock Holmes and you are engaged through work, but end up in an experiment that Sherlock hadn’t tried in many, many years: love. 

This is gonna be a little series i work on, on the side. I just love Sherlock a lot and he’s too adorable and I need to write him b/c it makes me happy. I hope you guys enjoy! I hope even if you don’t watch the show, maybe give this a read?? I had a lot of fun with it. Or just watch Elementary. Do it. <3 

“What happened to you?” You had left your work untouched, moved several meetings around, left your A.D.A. despising your very existence after you left a dozen texts and emails asking her to take over your work for tomorrow, and left complete utter hell in your wake to come here, and all Sherlock did was blink at you, as he sat bloodied and bruised on a hospital bed. His back with angry red and purple marred against his tanned skin, his profile disfigured with scratches and cuts, and his face stuck thoroughly in his phone. He didn’t bother to look up, as he remained intent on his search. Joan whispered a hello, excusing herself to grab a cup of coffee, but more to escape the proceeding conversation

“I thought it was quite obvious,” His voice was monotone as per usual. “I was roughed up by some of Maria Gutierrez’s relatives.” You bit back a smart reply, remembering the time he was going through at the moment, deciding words were a bad choice. So instead, as he shut his phone off, you pried the device from his fingers, and placed your hands gently, splaying your fingers against his bare shoulders, pressing your forehead to his. His eyes shut, as if he was trying to avoid your stare, avoid giving you all of the secrets he had hidden away for so long in that mind of his, as if he was afraid your look would utterly break him. “You are much better at physical comfort than Watson is, she practically pushed me out the door to get to this hospital. Waste of time,” He added, eye opening to make sure she hadn’t returned, but then you couldn’t hide the fear in your eyes. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, as your fingers shifted to rest upon his cheeks instead, gliding slowly over his injuries, as if he would break apart if you pressed any harder. “I was so worried. Joan called and said you got beat up and were in the hospital, I didn’t even think, I just cam-“

His lips pressed to your own, or rather, an effective method of rendering one speechless Sherlock would say, except he couldn’t, as his lips moved against your own. His emotions were present in the kiss: passion, warmth, but especially pain. And he was more than willing to use you to numb the pain, you were the only drug of choice he had been willing to subject himself to since his rehabilitation, from both drugs and romantic attachments, and you were more than willing to do it. But his lips were a moment away, as he whispered. “Why did you come?”

“I was worried, Sherlock,” You murmured, as his breath sent shivers up your spine, trying to conceal your own pants. “Joan calls me and tells me you’re in the hospital, what did you want me to do? I thought you told –”

“She only called because I hadn’t told her.” He whispered, the words were warm against your lips, but seemed to only freeze your heart to the point of shattering. “about us. She had figured you would have wanted to know.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks flushed, taking a step back, unable to meet his gaze any longer. Figures, he hadn’t wanted you here. It was just a mistake. Just like your relationship with him. You had warned yourself against falling for him, especially after you had spurned his sexual advances, but you had thought he had changed, that he had grown. And he had, but not enough. For either of you. “I should go.”

“Yes, it seems that would be best,” He replied, words mostly whisper at this point, as you gathered up your things, allowing the silence to drape around the two of you, as you stepped away from him, and the feelings tacked alongside him. “Please,” he made you pause. “don’t inform Watson of our mutual separation. I would like to be the one to tell her. I will be speaking to her presently.”

“Mutual,” You repeated, a nag of a sigh wanting to exhale from your chest, but you wouldn’t allow it. Though you were sure he noticed. “Of course. Goodbye Sherlock.”

And to think, it had all began with a stupid phone call.

“What do you know about human trafficking rings from New York to El Salvador?” You stopped in your tracks in the middle of a crowded courthouse, much to several other’s disgruntlement, as they brushed past you. “I know the line is clear in the courthouse, and it can’t possibly be the signal in my own home.”

“Who is this?” You held your head as you made your way over to a bench, and though the British accent and sheer, almost startling arrogance hadn’t given it away, his next remark sent a throbbing pain through your head, which only confirmed your suspicions.

“I suppose your apparent confusion about who I am stems from the fact that you did not enter my contact information into your mobile device when I painstakingly handed it to you to be sure that you received it. Or you could have lost or deleted it, both of which are viable options.” And you sighed, the only thing you could do when a man such as the one who decided to ring you that early morning did.

“Sherlock Holmes, I should’ve known from the first grating word left your mouth.” You murmured, half hoping he would hear, and he did, then remarking after a moment’s pause:

“Now, I’m sure you deleted that contact information,” He then quickly moved onto other matters, asking several prying questions about your time heading up a Federal Task Force for the U.S. Attorney’s office regarding human trafficking from South America. “Don’t bother denying your involvement in the task force, I know you declined to state your involvement, not wishing for the fame and cry to run for political office that would go along with it, which was, I dare I say, admirable on your part, but that doesn’t dissuade me from inquiring.”

“Holmes, I –”

“I believe I have some information you will find interesting as well, regarding several of the cases you’ve been assigned to prosecute, especially against the drug cartels and in particular, the K.K.K.” You paused in consideration, which he took as an opportunity to run his mouth yet again. “All of which will be made available to you if you meet me for dinner tonight at my place.”

His place? Ay, there’s the rub. “Your place? Holmes, if this is you trying to get me in bed, I told you –”

“I assure you, Ms. L/N, this is not an attempt at bedding you, this is merely a mutual exchange of information that will benefit us both. You made it quite clear the last time I tried to persuade you into a more physical relationship, and I would not dishonor your decision,” You weren’t going to get off this call, unless you agreed, were you? So, you did, reluctantly and right as you were about to hang up, Holmes stopped you. “And, Y/N,” dropping all pretext of formality. “my offer was one of the standing sort.” Click.

And so, you had arrived at the doorstep of Sherlock Holmes’ brownstone. You frowned at the door, as you would at the consulting detective. A brilliant, but irritating man, who had little regard for those around him, and viewed his own intellect as exceptional. And though it was, there was one type of intelligence he would never excel at: emotional. You had sat beside him when you worked a case with Scotland Yard as he broke apart a defense witness’s alibi, but reduced her to tears in the process, only for him to offer her a box of tissues and excuse himself from the room. But even so, he had saved your case, put several rapists and murderers away, and saved you the hassle of a trial. So the least you could do was accompany him to the drink he offered you, and the two of you sat, quietly discussing the case in the corner of a mostly empty bar, and though his fingers did graze you once or twice, you hadn’t thought anything of it. But then you couldn’t seem to break his gaze, though you couldn’t bear to look away, though you had done it several times over. There was something there you couldn’t quite discern, an emotion, a longing, and suddenly, as his lips brushed yours and your mind was filled with only the taste of his alcohol ridden lips, the smell of ash wood and leather, and a distinct sense of pleasure. And as he pulled away, his smile made your heart skip exactly two beats, continuing to flip and twirl, as he got to his feet, holding a hand for you to come with him. None of his brash words necessary. But you knew the end to that story, and the end was the same as the one here: Sherlock was not interested in any romantic entanglements, but you were. Simple as that.

But nothing was that simple when it came to Sherlock Holmes. You learnt that as you knocked on his door that day, to reveal several mannequins laid on the floor, one of which who’s hand was currently in his hand. “Oh good, I thought your house would be as strange as your methods are.” You brushed past him. “Looks like you aren’t the only deductionist around.”

Your eyes scanned the room, as you were careful to step over the mannequins, before settling yourself on the sofa, as he stood before you, raising an eyebrow. “You aren’t going to ask?”

You shrugged, making yourself comfortable. “I figure it has to do something with your case, if you are going to explain why bother asking?”  

“All good things…” He trailed off, before turning and walking off in the opposite direction through the foyer. When he didn’t come back, you rose to your feet, following after him. “My question to you still stands, you know, I need to know about the taskforce you were on, and what truths you fathomed from the investigation.”

“And my reply is,” You called after him, after going down a set of stairs turning the corner, “why?” You paused, as you found yourself with a set table, complete with white tablecloth, and an impressive spread for dinner set before you. “What is this?”

“My compensation for dinner, along with the information you want, of course,” He offered a smug smile, noting your shocked expression with all the subtly he could muster, before turning his head back to the pots. “I thought you might as well get something out of this trip.”

“Something besides sex, you mean?” Taking the glass of water he offered to you gratefully, as he sat at one corner of the table closer than you would have liked. His gaze was intense as he sat, tilting his head as he sipped.

“It’s funny how you keep bringing up fornication, when you are the one who doesn’t want it,” He leaned in on his elbow. “and my deduction is that you do, based on that and other evidence.” He added, making you raise your brow.

“What other evidence?”

And he moved away, as listed things: “The way you speak, you treat me like I’m odious, but you do that to conceal your emotions, a defense mechanism, you should know all about those, you are an expert in the field of psychology, after all,” You opened your mouth to retort, but he went on, placing his hand over yours. “The way you react to my touch: hesitation,” Just as the word left his mouth, your hand slipped from his. “See there? You retracted a bit too late, the thought crossed your mind, and a decision was made,” Your eyes narrowed, and he leaned in close once again, and you could almost feel the words as they came off his lips. “Ah, yes, and your eyes are of particular note,”

“Why?” And his hand came up to rest upon your cheek, and you did not shy away this time, you did not hesitate, as your fingers curled around his own, but you couldn’t find the heart in you to wrench them off.

“Because they are absolutely, without a doubt, beautiful,” He murmured, using his hand to draw his lips to your own. And you broke it a moment later, a smile playing across the same lips he had warmed with his own.

“That’s not relevant to the case at hand,” But Sherlock only shrugged, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the top of your cheekbone.

“What can I say? It got you to kiss me, didn’t it?” You laughed, before moving his hand away from you, and returning to your sitting position. He looked slightly bemused at your suddenly professional appearance, though his eyes still skimmed your now smudged lips with some satisfaction, but disappointment still ran rampant.

“This can’t happen, Sherlock, as I told you before, I don’t do this,” You gestured between him and you, “without strings. I can’t do that. And you can’t do with them.”

“But, Y/N, how do you know if you never really tried?” And you considered it.

“Because I know it wouldn’t make me happy,” You said softly, “and I’ve had too many heartbreaks do anything that did otherwise.” But he only shook his head, his tossed aside hand, coming to rest upon your cheek yet again.

“But, Y/N, what you fail to understand is, I wasn’t referring to you.”

And you slowly understood in that moment, something you were unable to accomplish in London: his methods, his idiosyncrasies, his behavior, you could grasp, but Sherlock always remained just out of reach. But right now, he wasn’t, for the first time, he was in your hands, and his were on your body, and your mouth was on his. And even after, as the two of you got down to work, his lips still pressing butterfly kisses to your shoulders, you remarked: “It’s a good thing this case is much stronger than your last,” which only led to another re-presentation of the evidence, until you proclaimed a mistrial.  

And, as you drifted off into the arms of sleep, another quite familiar lover, for the first time you thought you understood: the feeling was mutual, and finally the relationship was too.

For a time.  

“Stay,” You mumbled to him, as he shifted to move out of bed, your sleepy grasp an anchor of temptation that kept Sherlock Holmes glued to his spot. And how he longed to stay, to learn more of the sounds that could leave your lips, the new trails he had yet to make down your body, and the sensations he could elicit for the both of you. His mind already raced with the sheer, number of possibilities of what to touch, what to do, and what to feel, especially as your hand dipped under his wrinkled boxers, thumbing at the hem. “Sherlock, please?”

“I have to go, love,” He informed you rather matter of factly, trying to keep the lust at bay with the thought of the consultation at hand. Captain Gregson had only called him into consult, a curious and rare incident indeed, as he often wanted Watson nearby to deal with his so-called “tantrums,” and he hoped to sate his curiosities upon arrival. “The Captain doesn’t like to be kept waiting, particularly not by me.” Even so, his will was crumbling, as you rose from the bed, letting the covers slip off, and he was ready to sate his appetite instead, the Captain could wait, but you only kissed his cheek, hopping off the bed.

“I’ll make you breakfast then, I have a case of my own to handle this morning,” And to your obvious surprise, his hand caught you by the wrist, pulling you back onto the bed, and he was perched on top, and you weren’t displeased with his actions, especially as his lips brushed your burning skin, charting a new course down your neck. “Sherlock, what about work?”

“They can wait,” His lips nipped at your collarbone, as his fingers simultaneously traveled quite some ways lower. “This cannot.” You gasped beautifully, back arching upwards into his touch, and his ego was thoroughly stroked. And as he noted your response, filing it away for future, both proximate and long-term use. And in that moment, he paused, to take in the sight of you: your skin flushed under his touch, your smile full and grinning, and your eyes, as they fluttered open were indescribable, filled with an emotions words could not begin to approach, but one word could: love.

You were in love with him.

And that gave him pause, much longer than he could justify in this moment. “Sherlock?” He blinked, before pressing a quick peck to your lips.

“I have to go,” He pulled on his clothes, keeping his eyes fixated toward the door, unable to meet your eyes once again. This feeling, your feelings, he didn’t understand, he hadn’t felt it in a long while, and he didn’t have a clue whether he wanted to. Or if he actually could anymore. “No time for breakfast. Work is for the weary after all.” He spared you once last look, only to see your lips curl and shake your head as if he had done something endearing rather than insulting.

“I’ll see you for dinner tonight,” And he was out the door, his mind not flush with details of crimes, but details of you. Your body language, your voice, and that look. You had asked him to stay, but did it mean something more than just for the morning? If he had stayed that morning, then he would stay the next, and the next, and perhaps then, he would stay forever. Forever. Was there any word more terrifyingly existential? Would that be so terrible? That was what a relationship was, was it not? 

But the more pertinent question remained: were the feelings mutual? And for one of the first times in his life, Sherlock Holmes didn’t know the answer, but he did know this to be a fact: staying was the one thing he had never learned to do, and after that morning, he wasn’t sure he could.  

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Hi Joan

How are you doing??

If it's possible can you please write for William James moriarty x reader and sherlock Holmes x reader where they are enjoying summer vacations together? (( they could be friends or a couple. )

Thank u 🥰

Summer Together with William & Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes and William James Moriarty

A/N: Hello! I'm doing okay ^^ Of course and no problem! ❣️

Warning: VERY historically inaccurate

William James Moriarty

Sad to say, the math professor had some papers to grade…

Luckily, he finished them quicker with your help!

With summer vacation finally here, you wanted him to actually have a vacation.

True, he was still a crime consultant and had planned missions, but you still tried to help him more than usual, so he could rest.

He’s kind of an introvert, so he usually spends his time inside his library or eating with the whole gang.

He usually only goes out for missions, or if you offer to go out and visit some places.

Museums, plays, new libraries, or parks are his usual go-to.

He loves talking about the story behind the places you visit, so you learn something new each time.

You were the one who suggested going to the beach since it fits with the season, and the whole gang agreed.

You and Louis prepared the food while James and Sebastian happily talked about what they would do on their vacation.

With Albert’s help, you and the whole gang went to the beach at his family’s beach house for a well-deserved break.

James and Sebastian were the most excited, immediately running to the ocean.

You helped Louis and Jack settle in, knowing those two were in their own world.

As usual, William was in the library, looking through the books.

He doesn’t really like going out, but he thinks it would be a nice change of pace.

As you two walked out, James and Sebastian, unfortunately, planned a prank.

When you were close enough to the ocean, they grabbed you by the arms and legs, throwing you into the water.

Wanting revenge, you splashed the water on them but accidentally hit Fred.

One thing led to another, and you all started a splash war. You pulled William in, wanting him to enjoy the water.

After that, you two tried to enjoy the place as much as possible.

Walking around the beach, visiting some tourist spots, trying some local food, even just resting on the sand with a good book.

When you two tried to make sandcastles, his looked like an actual kingdom.

He doesn’t spend every day outside, already comfortable and content in the library.

That doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the vacation. He just has his own way of spending it, and he’s grateful that you made this a reality.

Sherlock Holmes

Another one who doesn’t like going out.

Sherlock prefers staying in, sometimes writing new music on his violin while waiting for another case.

He doesn’t really like going out, seeing as he barely has money to pay his rent.

But when you had free tickets for a cruise, he was in.

He thought it would be boring with no mysteries to solve, but you had some plans to make it more interesting.

You two were a menace.

Playing around the deck, trying to explore the ship as much as possible, even at places you shouldn’t be, and trying every activity and somehow making it a competition.

Watson half gave up on you two, seeing you were having fun, and he wanted to take a break as well.

Same with Miss Hudson, who decided to just have fun and enjoy the sun.

You two were like children without adult vision, much to the other passenger’s dismay.

Definitely recreated the King of the World pose from Titanic at some point.

Speaking of, quoting Titanic at random moments.

“When was the last time you were on vacation?”

“It’s been eighty-four years…”

Even singing My Heart Will Go On terribly just to mess with each other.

Watson once caught you two doing the Jack dying scene in the pool while you were on a floatie.

People would stare, clearly judging you two, but you were having too much fun to care.

When Watson and Miss Hudson made you two behave yourselves, you two would pass the time making deductions of passersby.

At the end of the day, you two would visit each other in your rooms.

Have some snacks, talk about random things, and play made-up games.

It would be competitive, with how Sherlock would accuse you of cheating while he does it as well.

Sherlock once lost, and you made him do beauty self-care with you.

Miss Hudson even took a picture of Sherlock with a face mask as you gave him a manicure.

Simple to say, you two enjoyed it a lot.

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Fascination (Jamie Moriarty x Reader)

“Where is Jamie?” Watson asked you calmly from across the interrogation table. Behind the mirror was Sherlock, who had been ejected from the interrogation for nearly hurting you. If you’d been returned to Jamie with bruises, Sherlock wouldn’t be safe. Jamie had no qualms about hurting him anymore, she had promised you that much. Joan was another story, Jamie would never lay a finger on Joan Watson, not until you proved yourself a more fascinating toy. 

“I’ll tell you what I told that British brat, I don’t know,” you answered Joan’s question. You were lying, but also technically you weren’t. Jamie had left your apartment in Manhattan for the penthouse in the Bronx or the country house in New Jersey. Either way, she wasn’t in the apartment the police were wrecking. “Why don’t you let me have my call and we check up on her?” 

“Y/n, without Jamie, it’s all on you. You’d let yourself be thrown in prison for her crimes?” Joan asked you. “You’ve already lied to us about your relationship with Jamie Moriarty. Help us now and maybe we’ll work out a deal for you.” 

“Have you ever been in love Dr. Watson?” you asked as you looked up at the woman interrogating you. “Because I am undoubtedly in love with Jamie. We’ve been in love for years, even before Sherlock had come into her life. The hard part about being in love with someone with Jamie’s infliction is that she can’t possibly love you, not truly. I fascinate her, but so do you, as did your partner once.” 

“What is the point of you telling me this?” Joan asked and just before you could answer, Sherlock came back into the room. “Sherlock, leave.” 

“My point is that she’s consuming. She’s consumed me, as she consumed him, and as she has begun to consume you. Get out while you still can, distance yourself from us. Let me go,” you offered. Watson and Sherlock argued in the corner and they released you. You went back to the apartment and caught a plane to Louisiana, where Jamie was waiting for you. 

“This place is awful,” Jamie complained. The heat was best described as blistering and Jamie was dressed up in a dark red three piece suit. It didn’t help that the woman was also sitting in nearly direct sunlight. “I swear it will not be this hot when we’re burning in Hell. Did you lose them?” 

“Back quite a ways. Come on, we’ve got a flight to catch back to England,” you told her. Jamie smiled and the two of you met a pilot waiting to take you out of the country. Sherlock and Watson’s detectives were still looking for you in the Northeast, so you had a clean break to leave. 

“Did you mean all those things you said earlier?” Jamie asked you, referring to the tape of the police interrogation she had heard. It did not surprise you that Jamie knew what you’d said, but it did surprise you that she hadn’t brought it up earlier. There was a hint of something sad in her voice that you’d never heard before and you didn’t like it one bit. 

“What things?” you asked her. You’d been honest with the detectives in regards to how you felt about Jamie and how you believed that she felt about you. It had worked to get your release, even if they’d only done it to try and capture you and Jamie together later. 

“That I only love you because you fascinate me,” Jamie clarified. You gave a meek nod and Jamie put her hands on your cheeks. “You, my dear, have gotten it all wrong. You fascinate me because I love you. You are not just a fixation like Sherlock was. You aren’t a puzzle to me like Joan. You’re special and I swear to you that even when you stop surprising me, I’ll love you just as intensely as the first moment I started.” 

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Coffee- Joan Watson

Pairing: Joan Watson x Reader

Characters: Joan Watson, Sherlock Holmes

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 437

Author: Aaron

“Bloody hell make room will you! Can you not see I’m walking through!?” Joan gently pushed you out of the way as her housemate paced past the door and up the stairs, in nothing but his pants and carrying a plastic box of an unidentifiable liquid.

“Should I even ask?” You asked as soon as you made sure he was out of earshot, Joan just shook her head and helped you find your way into her home.

“If I knew I would tell you, he’s a bit strange sometimes but whatever was in that box is probably the key to solving a murder, so I have no choice but to just let him get on with it. Do you want anything? Something to drink or something to eat?” She filled up the kettle and gently placed it onto its pedestal.

“No thanks, the coffee was enough for me thank you.” A bang from the floor above and a sequence of aggravated ‘No’s probably meant whatever his experiment was, it wasn’t going very well.

“It isn’t always like this, I promise.” You assured her that it was okay, but she still looked quite embarrassed by the whole thing as she poured the boiling water into a cup of coffee granules.

“It doesn’t matter, really. A mind as great as Sherlock Holmes’, you can expect a few quirks along the way. I’d happily put up with it if it meant getting to spend more time with you anyway.” She tried to hide blushing cheeks under her mug, but it didn’t work. “It’s like this most of the time isn’t it?” Joan laughed as she brought the mug to her lips.

“Yeah, at least it’s productive chaos.”

“I’ve lived with much worse people believe me, at least Sherlock looks like he would be interesting to observe. But, I didn’t come here for Sherlock Holmes. I came here because a certain Miss. Watson couldn’t keep her eyes off of me whilst I was getting coffee.” Her mouth fell agape and a hand playfully slapped into your arm.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re the one that spoke to me first!” Joan’s attention diverted from you as Sherlock jaunted down the stairs, calling her name.

“Watson come on, we need to go I know who the next victim is going to be.” She sat the coffee down.

“Can you not handle this one on your own?” Watson scoffed and looked over to you. “I’m kind of with company here.”

“Fear not, I’m sure you can exchange numbers and figure another day for spontaneous coitus.”

“Look.” She turned back to you.

“It’s fine, I understand.”

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18 - Flee

Prompt: #18 “This was not part of the plan”

Fandom: Elementary (Joan Watson x Reader)

Word Count: 434 words.

Summary: You decide to deviate from Joan and Sherlock’s plan.

“Hey, Sherlock, it’s me.” Joan takes a look at her rear-view mirror as she speaks into her phone, her eyes squinting as she takes in the sight of the building behind her. “I’m just calling to tell you that (Y/N) and I are at the company. She should be able to take a look at the notes we need without letting anyone know she was there.”

She frowns when she notices you running out of the company’s front door, a look of panic on your face as you grasp tightly onto a large bag. Her eyes widen when she sees a few security guards following after you, realization hitting her as soon as you scream out the words, ‘start the car!’ on your way to her.

“Um… something came up, I’ll call you later.” She rapidly ends her voicemail and start the engine of the car, anxiety rising inside her veins. “What did she do in there?”

“I’m here!” You open the door of the passenger seat and throw yourself, your voice coming out in a hurry as you stare back at the security guards coming in closer. “Go, go, go!”

Joan doesn’t waste a second before she presses her foot against the accelerator, already driving the car out of its parking spot to get out of there. You give out a laugh of relief as soon as the company is out of view, your head hitting the back of your seat just as you give out a sigh. Joan gives you a side look, her anxiety not decreasing in the slightest.

“What the hell happened in there?”

You give out a proud smile despite your loud breathing, your head slightly turning towards her as you get something out of the bag. “Got your files, of course.”

Her expression falters to one of frustration as she realizes what you’ve done, a groan escaping her lips soon after. “This was not part of the plan. You were supposed to take pictures of them and send them to us!”

“But this is more fun, isn’t it?” A light appears in your eyes, not even bothered by Joan’s argument. “I thought you and Sherlock would enjoy these more than some blurry pictures.”

She just shakes your head at your words and stay silent, her mind focusing on getting both of you safe back home. A hint of a smile forms on her lips a few minutes later, already imagining the look on Sherlock’s face when he learns how you deviated from the original plan.

He was right; you were sure going to make things interesting around here.

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