Reader/Moriarty 'I love you' by hewasnumber1, literature
Literature
Reader/Moriarty 'I love you'
Usually, you were alone when someone tried to hit on you. However, this unfortunate man made the mistake of hitting on you in the presence of Jim Moriarty. If the guy's pick up line wasn't so terrible, you might have actually felt bad for him. Jim's expression, his clenched jaw and unwavering glare, screamed murder. Instead of walking away like the man should have, he tried to laugh about it. One moment, the guy put his hand on Jim's shoulder, saying something along the lines of, "Chill out, man," and the next, he was on the floor. Crying.
Most of the people around you looked over at the man, whose cries were interfering with t
She Is A Little Crazy Sherlock x Reader by Caligo-Loki-Love, literature
Literature
She Is A Little Crazy Sherlock x Reader
“It's different this time. You know it.”
Sherlock was quiet, eyes skimming quickly over all the scattered pieces.
“It's because it's her.”
Still silence.
“You need a break. When was the last time you ate? Slept? You've barely moved from that spot for the last ten hours!”
His eyes snapped up toward the man. They were void of emotion. “If I even waste a second, she will die, John. Do you want that?”
John's face fell before he dropped into his chair and buried his face into his hands. You were gone. Taken away by Moriarty. In order to get you back, they needed to complete the puzzle. A litera
Coffeehouse (BBC John Watson X Reader) by ferretgirlsz, literature
Literature
Coffeehouse (BBC John Watson X Reader)
Dumped again. John stirrs his coffee while sitting in Speedy's cafe. You glance at him from the counter. You work there as a waitress and often you've served him coffee before. He was usually in this mood either when a girl dumped him or when his roommate was busy or irritating, both of which happened fairly often.
You take the coffee pot and walk around the counter and to his small table. "More coffee?" You offer him.
He glances up. "Yes, please. Thank you." He says as you pour more into his cup.
You stand there awkwardly for a moment. You always admired the army doctor. Maybe even crushed on him, though you never told anyone about it. "H