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John Watson x Reader
Summary: John has been pining after a mysterious woman that he keeps meeting at the pub. One night, while out with Sherlock, he sees her. Can the consulting detective manage to ignite the spark between his best friend and Y/N?
Drunk Sherlock. thatâs all Iâm going to say...
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âJohn, there are cases to solve, this isnât the time to be frequenting a pub!â
âListen Sherlock, we solved a case just this morning. You dragged me across the whole of London for the past 12 hours straight. I deserve a bloody drink!â
Sherlock sat on his stool sulking. âYou know I donât take well to alcohol,â he mumbled as he played with a paper straw.
âTough.â John replied, though it was clear that his mind was elsewhere.
Sherlock frowned and turned to look at his friend. He noticed that John was staring at a woman sitting across the pub.
âJohn?â he called. The doctor didnât even stir.
Sherlock watched as John eyed the woman. He was smiling and lifting his brows suggestively to garner her attention, but she wasnât noticing him at all.
âOh, good grief!â Sherlock moaned. It all made sense now. John hadnât brought him here for a drink, he was just trying to woo the girl! For the past few weeks, John had been talking nonstop about a woman he kept seeing at his local pub. Coincidence or not, they seemed to frequent the same establishment at more or less the same times. Since Johnâs love life had been chaotic lately, he shied away from approaching her, and so was reduced to far away glances and facial flirtations. Sherlock mentally chided himself for not having realized it earlier. He rolled his eyes and downed his glass of liquor.
The consulting detective let out a deep breath, and ruffled his hair in frustration. âJohn, youâll get nowhere with your preening. You seem to be seizing!â
John turned away from the woman and glanced at his friend reproachfully. âSherlock, I canât be bothered with your attitude tonight, got it? Now quit being a right arse and leave me be!â
Sherlock only lifted a brow and took a last sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. âOf course John, I wouldnât wish to be a bother.â
The doctor sighed and looked down at the peeling wood counter. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean that, really. Itâs just...â He picked up his glass and ran his finger across the frosty perspiration. âItâs just that I really want to talk the the girl, but Iâm not quite sure what to say. Normally Iâd just walk up to her and ask her out but... this woman, thereâs something different about her. I donât want to make a total cock-up of it.â
âI understand.â Sherlock responded, nodding hastily. He glanced at John and smiled reassuringly. âLuckily, Iâm here with you tonight. I can be a guide of sortsâ.
âBeg pardon?â
Sherlock sniffed before pulling up the collar of his coat. âWell you see,â he began, gesturing to the middle distance. âA woman deserves to be wooed in as graciously a manner as possible. She must be respected, recognized, validated...â he slurred. âMade to feel...â he stopped and blinked in confusion. âWhat was I saying?â
Oh dear lord, heâs buzzinâ John thought to himself with a laugh.
âOh yes, made to feel respected, recognized, and validated.â Sherlock finished proudly.
John lifted a brow dubiously, trying hard not to laugh. âAnd how would you know?â
âI observe,â Sherlock replied haughtily. âIâm not as oblivious to the matters of the heart as you might believe me to be.â
âYes, I see that now,â John smirked. âThanks for the advice Sherlock.â
âMhmmm,â the consulting detective hummed from behind another glass of alcohol. âNow, lets get at it!â
âWhat do you- SHERLOCK NO!â
Before John could stop him, Sherlock raced off to the womanâs table.
He staggered to her side and offered a loopy grin. âThe nameâs Sher... something or other. Lock I think. Yes thatâs right, Sherlock.â He held out a gloved hand and swayed a bit on his feet.
The woman looked up at him and smiled politely. âY/Nâ she said trying to catch his swaying hand.
âY/N, now isnât that a lovely name, John?â Sherlock hiccupped as his friend appeared from behind. âThis is John by the way,â he told the woman. âDoctor John Hamish Watson, my best friend.â He wrapped an arm around John before continuing on. âHeâs single, you know. Now I wonât lie, he is a bit rough around the edges. He has a temper, he can be quite dull and heâs not overly clever, but he is a good man... or so people say. I mean, he would have to be, he is my best friend after all... did I mention that he was single?â
John could feel a burning heat rising to his cheeks. A fiery blend of rage and embarrassment.
I am going to murder him... he thought
John coughed and addressed Y/N with a forced smile. âMiss, I am so sorry. My friend is totally plastered. Iâll just be taking him away now.â
John had just put a hand on Sherlockâs shoulder when Y/N waved him back. âWait a second. I know you, donât I?â She asked, quirking a brow. John froze where he stood. âThatâs it!â She exclaimed as it dawned on her. âYouâre the man who comes here every Friday!â
John flushed deeply. So that was to be his prime facet. The lonely man who visited the pub weekly like clockwork. Wonderful.
âUmmm yes actually. That would be me.â
âRight, I cant help but notice you.â She said bashfully.
âDid you hear that John? She canât help but notice you. So you have nothing to worry about, itâs obvious she fancies you too...â Sherlockâs speech slurred off as he suddenly went limp in Johnâs arms.
âBloody hell, Sherlock!â John cried out as his friendâs tall frame came crashing down on him. John braced himself and kept Sherlock upright.
Y/N giggled from her seat. âWell someoneâs out of it.â She smiled. âAnd what was that about you fancying me?â
âOh. Er, I actually-â John fumbled over his words as he tried to form a witty response whilst wrestling with Sherlockâs weight.
âDonât worry about it,â she winked. âSay, do you need a ride home? Cabbies donât typically park this far down the street.â She gestured to Sherlock with a smirk. âBesides, it seems like you could use a bit of help.â
John thought over her offer. As embarrassing as this situation was, he couldnât deny his excitement at the prospect of spending the drive at Y/Nââs side.
âThat would be brilliant.â he said with a grin.
***
âNo way, youâre the detectiveâs blogger? You wrote âThe Speckled Blondeâ, and âA Study in Pinkâ? I love reading your posts!â
John chuckled from his seat beside Y/N. âYes, that was me. Glad youâre a fan.â
âNobody likes the titles. The titles are silly.â Sherlock mumbled from the backseat.
âSherlock, sleep. Weâll be home soon.â John ordered from his spot up front.
âDonât tell me what to do...â Sherlock managed with a yawn.
John turned to apologize to Y/N for Sherlockâs attitude but stopped when he saw a faint grin on her face.
âSo Doctor,â she began. âTell me, why havenât you ever talked to me before? I mean, itâs obvious we both noticed each other. Why wait so long to become aquatinted?â
Because youâre absolutely stunning and I didnât want to make a fool of myself... John thought dreamily.
âI suppose I was just shy is all.â
Y/N looked away from the road for a moment to quirk a brow at John. âSomething tells me thatâs not entirely true. You seem more confident than you let on.â
âMhmmm... thatâs a marvelous observation,â Sherlock said quietly. âQuite right, quite right... heâs great. Anyway, can we stop for chips?â
John took a deep breath and ignored the consulting detectiveâs rambling. âTo be frank Y/N, I guess introductions arenât exactly my strong suit.â He blushed.
And also, the thought of you makes me feel like an awkward teenager, so thereâs that as well...
She laughed. âI understand. Iâm not all too great at icebreakers either.â
There was a audible moment of silence as Y/N parked at the curb of 221B Baker Street. She turned to John and whispered quietly. âWeâre here! Do you need some help getting you-know-who inside?â
âIâm intoxicated, not daft. I know perfectly well who youâre talking about...â Sherlock muttered against the window.
âIf it wouldnât be a bother,â John whispered back. âAnd mind your manners Sherlock!â
After multiple profanities from John, an incredible amount of patience from Y/N, and endless uncooperativeness from Sherlock, the trio managed to stagger into 221B.
âMrs Hudson!â Sherlock shouted from the doorway. âMrs Hudson, come quickly!â
âSherlock, the neighbours!â John scolded.
Y/N looked at John and smiled at his concern.
Within seconds, the landlady came bustling to the front door, frantic and out of breath.
âOh Sherlock, whatever have you gotten yourself into? Youâre an absolute mess! Shame on you John Watson for not taking proper care of-â She paused only to beam at Y/N. âIs this a girl? Oh John, you never told me you had a lady friend! Come in, come in!â
John scrubbed a hand over his face in embarrassment and sighed deeply. âY/N, this is my landlady Mrs Hudson. Mrs Hudson, this is Y/N. A... friend. Now, please look after Sherlock, heâs drunk out of his mind.â John looked over Mrs Hudsonâs appearance and smiled. âAnd sorry for waking you.â
She held up her hands and gasped. âOh heavens, I still have my curlers on! Sherlock, come this way Dearie, quickly now!â
Sherlock staggered after the landlady, but before he left, he looked over Y/N and furrowed his brows. âDid I mention John was single?â He asked slowly.
âYes, alright. Off you go.â John interrupted, waving off his friend before taking Y/N by the hand and rushing her outside.
âHe likes you very much!â Sherlock called from inside.Â
John locked the door behind him and leaned against it, exhausted by tonightâs events.
âWell, this was an utter disaster.â He said with his eyes closed. âI really wanted to leave a good first impression on you, and instead here you are saving my arse and rescuing some hammered bloke.â
He sighed deeply. âSo much for an ice breaker.â
John expected Y/N to bolt right at that second. To speed away, find a new pub to frequent, and forever regret the night she wasted with John whatâs-his-name and his drunk detective friend.
What he didnât expect was for her to giggle and place a quick kiss on his cheek.
âJohn, as strange as it might sound... I had a lot of fun with you tonight. Maybe it was a tad bit unconventional, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. Besides, tonight I got to see who you truly are. A good friend and a caring person. That beats any first date Iâve been on.â Y/N tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear and laughed nervously. âI think I might just fancy you.â
John looked at her in surprise.
Iâll be damned... He thought incredulously. Thank you Sherlock.
âWell,â he began slowly, a smile forming on his face. âThe night is still young. Thereâs still plenty of time to make this a proper first date. Care for a drink?â
Y/N scoffed. âAfter what happened tonight?â
âAh, you didnât let me finish.â John joked, pointing a finger. âI meant to say; care for a drink at the cafĂŠ? I know a great little place...â
John Watson took Y/N by the hand, and the pair walked off together. After weeks of dancing around each other, they had finally wracked up the nerve to pursue something more. Perhaps a hint of unconventionality was just what the doctor ordered.Â
***
Sherlock stood by the window of his flat and smiled amusedly as he watched the couple saunter off down below.
âMrs Hudson,â he called out soberly. âwere you aware that shared crises and mild emergencies can contribute greatly to the development of romantic relations?â
âCome again Sherlock?â
âI mean to say that two people helping an intoxicated man back to his flat might just be the motivator that fans the flames of their new romance.â He lowered his voice to a whisper. âIt was clear that they already liked each other. All they needed was a little push.âÂ
Mrs Hudson fluttered into the room holding a mahogany serving tray. âSherlock, Iâm not quite sure what youâre going on about, but would you care for a cuppa? It might just help with the fuzziness.â
Sherlock smirked and gave her a sharp wink.
âOh, Iâm fine Mrs Hudson. Iâm simply a superb actor. That, and a damn fine wingmanâ
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Originally I was going to make this a Reader x Sherlock fic, but then I decided to write for John instead since Iâve never written anything for him, and he deserves a couple fics too. That being said, the story is a little Sherlock-centric... hope you donât mind.Â
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