Sherlock x reader: Oneshots

John Watson x Reader: Excellent Singing Voice

I've felt the need to make a John Watson story, and I was literally googling some story ideas, and I found one. I certainly hope this will be good! Thanks and let's begin.!

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You were Y/n Holmes. The youngest of the trio. The third musketeer. The third stooge. The third little pig. You get the point. Even though your older brothers were indeed smarter, you liked to believe you smarter than them in social terms. Unlike your brothers who have a lot of difficulty expressing emotion, you preferred to think you knew more about how to act properly than them.  

You were heading over to Sherlock's flat, and he had told you he had recently gotten a new flat mate. You didn't know anything about this flat mate of his, other than the fact it was male and had helped in several of Sherlock's cases. You walked over to the building and knocked on the door. Not even a few seconds later, Mrs.Hudson had opened the door and smiled at you. "Ah! Y/n, dear. Please come in! Would you like some tea?" "Oh, no thanks. Is Sherlock home?" "Yes, dear. He is. He's up in his flat with John." "John? Who's John?" "You haven't met him? He is Sherlock's new flatemate. He is a wonderful man, I'm sure you'll like him." Before you ask anymore questions, she retreated to her room.

You walked up the steps to the flat and knocked on the door. You've come to learn it's a good idea to WAIT before opening the door. Don't ask me why. I don't know and I'd rather NOT know personally. The door opened to reveal a man with a cane, dirty blonde hair, and an overall nice appearance. You had honestly imagined that anyone willing to live with Sherlock would both look and act like a deranged maniac. But this man, who you assumed was John, looked like quite the gentleman. "Um, hello. Might I ask who you are?" You felt your throat go dry and yet you willed yourself to speak. "Y-yes. I am Y/n Holmes. Sherlock's little sister. Are you John?" "Yes. Uh, please come in!" He said as he stepped aside.

You walked into the flat, not surprised to see it still in the same messy state as you saw last time. Sherlock was in his chair, with his violin in hand. He looked up at you and spoke. "Ah, Y/n. Good timing, could you make me some tea?" "....Really Sherlock? I go out of my way to visit you and your new flatmate and all you ask 'Can you make me some tea?'" Sherlock groaned and then took notice of your outfit. You were wearing a deep purple dress with rhinestones on the belt of the dress. Sherlock knew you almost NEVER wore dresses, especially when you were only visiting his flat. He sighed. "Based on your outfit, you are going out somewhere, which for you is rare. You almost never wear dressed, makeup, or heals, so one COULD potentially assume you are going to a business meeting or something of the sort. But concerning the fact you work from the comfort of your own home as a writer, it would be a date you have tonight."

John felt his heart sink a tad bit at the fact you had a date. Although, he thought he should've seen it coming. You were a very beautiful woman, and it made him sad regardless. Sherlock then looked over at John's face, and quickly deduced on WHY he looked so somber within seconds. But thankfully, he decided to keep his mouth shut. You groaned and waltzed into the kitchen to make the tea. John sighed as you left the room. "You know, you should perhaps ask her out, John." "What?" "Oh don't act surprised. I saw how disappointed you looked when you found out she had a date. They aren't official and this date will most likely stand her up again." "Again?" "Yes. He keeps standing her up, and asking her out again. She's stubborn, so she keeps insisting on going out with him. You could change her mind." Sherlock said as he began playing his violin. John sighed and left Sherlock to his crazy thoughts.

You gave Sherlock his tea and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 6:30! "Oh crap! My date is at 6:45! I gotta go. Bye!" Without waiting for a response from the two men, you grabbed your coat and ran out the door.

~Timeskip~

As Sherlock predicted, your date had stood you up outside of a restaurant. You were BEYOND done. You had been attempting to flag a cabby, when you realized you didn't have any cash on you. You defeatedly pulled out your cell phone and dialed Sherlock's phone number. "Hello?" Sherlock answered. "Sherlock, my date stood me up and I don't have the money to flag a cabby." "So walk home." "..." "I take it that's a no. I'll call John and have him send a cab your way." "Alright, thanks Sherlock." You then hung up and began waiting for John.

~Meanwhile~

John was on his laptop, most likely on a dating site, when his phone began ringing. He answered and said. "Hello?" "John, Y/n's date stood her up again and I need you to go pick her up." "Why me? Why can't you do it?" "I'm... on a case. Besides, perhaps this could help you ask her out." John sighed loudly. "Do I have much of a choice?" "Well if you'd rather her walk the dangerous streets herself and possibly get killed than you do." "Fine! I'll go get her." "Thank you." Sherlock then hung up and John grabbed his coat and cane.

You were waiting for sometime, and you were concerned that if John didn't show up soon, that you'd be forced to walk home. But right as you were thinking that, a cabby pulled up and John rolled down the window. He motioned for you to come in, and you did just that. Once you were in the cab, you thanked John. "Thank you, John. This was sweet of you." John thanked God it was dark out, or else you probably would've seen the blush that dusted his cheeks. "Of course." The cab began moving and the cabby driver turned on the radio. You didn't think much of it at first, but then a song you REALLY like came on. Better When I'm Dancing.  At first, you just nodded to the rhythm , which evolved into your singing along to the lyrics.

Don't think about it, just move your body.

Listen to the music, Sing, oh, ey, oh

just move those left feet, Go ahead get crazy!

Anyone can do it, sing oh, ey, oh!

Show the world you've got that fire (fire)

Feel the rhythm getting louder

Show the room what you can do
Prove to them you got the moves
I don't know about you,

But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
And we can do this together
I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

When you finally let go
And you slay that solo
Cause you listen to the music
Sing, oh, ey, oh
'Cause you're confident, babe
And you make your hips sway
We knew that you could do it
Sing, oh, ey, oh

Show the world you've got that fire (fire, baby)
Feel the rhythm getting louder
Show the room what you can do
Prove to them you got the moves
I don't know about you,

But I feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
And we can do this together
I bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

I feel better when I'm dancing
I'm better when I'm dancing, aye, oh ey oh

Feel better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah
Better when I'm dancing, yeah, yeah,
Don't you know
We can do this together
Bet you feel better when you're dancing, yeah, yeah

(you got the moves, babe)

I feel better when I'm dancing
I'm better when I'm dancing, hey
Feel better when I'm, yeah, yeah

When you finished the song, you realized you just sang that whole song in front of John! You looked over at him with a fiery blush on your face and ears. He looked back at you and chuckled. "You have a lovely singing voice." He said as he looked out the window. "Th-thanks.." John cleared his throat. "Well, we're here." The cab pulled over to your apartment complex. "Thanks for the lift John." "Sure thing." Boldness then took over you within seconds, and you suddenly leaned in and kissed John on the cheek. You blushed madly and smiled as you pulled away. "Here, John. Here's my business card. Maybe we could go out sometime." You said as you handed him the card. He smiled and took the card. "I'd like that." You smiled and then left the cab and went inside.

~Later~

John walked into the flat and sat on his chair with the biggest smile on his face. Sherlock came into the room and patter him on the shoulder, before heading into his room. 'Looks like my little experiment worked afterall.'  Sherlock thought to himself before heading to bed.

To be continued...