Person A is a grocery dasher/someone who delivers groceries to customers’ homes and Person B is one of their clients with the most unique and crazy unhealthy grocery lists. Person A decides to try to trick/encourage them to eat healthier by telling them certain unhealthy items they buy in bulk are out of stock and offering slightly healthier alternatives since Person B is a regular who Person A grocery shops for every week, since Person B never visits the grocery store/leaves their house.
Hello Steph! Hope you're doing okay! I was wondering if you had any fic recs where Sherlock is completely clueless that John is in love with him? Or if you know any fics where John is a client? I've been trying to find some but no luck so far. I hope you have a wonderful week, and Thank you in advance!
Hi Nonny!
I have a list you can check out for Oblivious Sherlock! I’ve another part in the works so keep an eye out for that. As for John as a client for Sherlock, closest I can think of is this one:
The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.
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And if you’re okay with Sherlock being the client:
Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w., 4 Ch. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara's American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she's also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she's placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.
Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?
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I know that there’s way more that I’ve missed; if anyone wants to add some, please do!
@chromium7sky First of all, you are so wonderful! So naturally, I wanted to do something different, but at the same time special. I started in a different place and it became this. Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!
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Knock Knock
“I’m busy.” A voice called from behind the computer on a hardwood desk. He didn’t bother to glance up.
Knock-Knock
“Still busy.” He threw out, the tone growing annoyed at the intrusion. “Just leave a message with my secretary. Thanks.”
And where was she by the way?
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Whoever it was, they were certainly persistent.
Damian’s desk shifted under a slight weight; a sweet sigh broke through the frigid office air. A pale girl in a periwinkle long sleeve babydoll dress propped herself upon his desk, crossing one sheer stocking clad leg over the other on the wooden surface, her expression amused.
“Raven?” Damian was stunned for a brief moment. “I…wasn’t expecting this - you.” He attempted to loosen the collar that felt as though it had magically shrunk.
Fingers drummed on the wood. “So, you’re busy? According to your secretary, you're available, Damian.” Raven stared through her soot colored lashes.
“For you, I wish I was.” He checked his watch earnestly. “But I have an upcoming meeting for the next hour and a half.”
“Yes… Your meeting is with me.” Damian’s green eyes widened before they glimmered with mischief.
“Raven… I don’t know if I’m… adequately prepared.” He flashed a tight grin, he seemed impressed more than anything. “You’re such a demanding client. I really want to make sure you’re satisfied.”
“Then, you’ll have to improvise.” Raven reached out and fingered his teal silk tie playfully. “I’m kidnapping you, Damian.”
“Oh, you're kidnapping me?” A tanned palm traced a diamond shape on her shin. It began an upward curve as the pattern weaved around her thigh. Warmth licked its way up her legs and directly to her core. He started to draw her body to him. “Let’s not leave just yet…”
Ring…!
Ring - Rrring!
His hand froze. They stared at each other. “Answer it.” She ordered as she stood up. “I’ll be here.” Damian opened his mouth and then closed it. He blinked out a sort of apologetic Morse code. “I’ll wait.”
“Five minutes - Raven.” Damian mustered. He held up a hand, palm out, insisting. “Five minutes then, I’m all yours.” Raven gave him a reassuring half smile.
But those five minutes had come and gone. They turned steadily into twenty.
When Raven decided to surprise Damian, she knew she couldn’t surprise him in the traditional sense. Spontaneity and work didn’t tend to mix well for him. So she’d set a contingency plan in place; she blocked an hour and half on his schedule - days ago. But who could have anticipated this ‘quick call’ with the CMO would spring into a full conference call with several members of the board in seconds?
Raven sat there in one of the sleek burgundy leather chairs opposite his desk patiently. Now it was approaching half an hour, despite Damian’s promises.
Time all but crawled itself along the floor on hands and knees. In fact, it was dragging on so much that Raven found herself actually paying attention - at least to the odd detail or turn of phrase.
“It’s a big share…”
“Unusually large…market share.”
Raven eyed the phone speaker strangely. She wasn’t sure she had heard that last one correctly.
“Increase our exposure here - and then…”
“Spreading… Risk as widely as we can.”
She must have been losing her mind. Or it was all that had been bottled up after the interruption. But was it just or her or was… All of it beginning to sound just a tad…
“We definitely need to stay abreast of it all, yes…”
“Maximum penetration of the market…”
Obscene…?
All of it mulling around her head…
And they continued, until she wasn’t quite sure what she was listening to anymore. She glanced at Damian, wondering if he was hearing the same call that she was. But the muscles in his face hadn’t so much as moved an inch. He didn’t appear to be affected in the slightest.
“On top…”
“Portfolio. Package. Premium.”
“I think we need to look at this from every angle.”
Warming thighs shifting in the leather chair, Raven grew antsy and impatient.
“And really go at it.”
“Come at them hard, as hard as possible.”
There was no denying it.
It was. Majorly and completely obscene.
She sneaked another peek from behind the onyx curtain. Damian was running a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair. Interjecting to settle the odd dispute. And on a whole - completely oblivious. But…
Raven had hatched an idea.
With a small smirk hidden behind her hand, she gazed innocently at the wall of windows to her right. Then, ever-so casually, she guided her black heel from her left foot. It dangled off her toes before it fell to the floor without a sound. She extended, outstretched under the cherry wood desk. Her arms smoothed over the rests and her body nestled back into the seat.
The slim leg encased in lace snaked around another one clad in trousers. The firm muscles went stiff at the contact. And Raven’s foot slowly ascended.
When olive caught sight of navy, he did a double take. Damian swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving, as if he could barely believe her daring. Her foot angled up toward his crotch and he let out a groan that forced itself into a coughing fit.
“Mr. Wayne?" The CMO paused.
"Mr. Wayne, are you alright?" Another board member named Edison followed.
Raven didn’t stop; she traced his inner thighs with light pressured strokes of her toes.
"Fine, fine.” Damian insisted.
“Not getting that cold going around, are you?”
When she made another pass over the fabric on his groin, her big toe flicked his hard stomach.
“No - sir. I think it’s just something in the air in my office.” The pine orbs burned into her. “Please continue…”
Raven bit her lip, pressing firmly to run laps along the enlarged bulge. He cleared his throat. Once - twice. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him press mute.
Finally.
He shook his head in dismay. “Don’t you smile at me like that…” She chuckled seductively. “Raven - what exactly are you trying to do to me?” He hissed. He peeked down at the stocking shifting in his lap. And up the dress riding up around her thighs. “Fuck.”
“Correct. Damian, I didn’t get to kidnap you… So I’m making an internal acquisition…” Her purple-painted toes rounded the tented top of his shaft.
“No, you’re trying to drive me crazy.” Raven knew how he felt about her thigh-highs, lace, stockings… So much so that he didn’t bother to question her misuse of that phrase.
“As your client, I’d like to inspect your offerings for the premium package…” Raven quoted smoothly, the rhythm of her movements timed to emphasize each word. “Premium package indeed…”
Damian’s mouth fell open. “Raven… how am I going to accomplish anything on this call?” He breathed.
“Well, you’ll have to focus, harder Damian…” Her foot glided over his zipper repeatedly, pale face made up suggestively.
He hissed. “I’d rather focus on you… If I’m missing our meeting for this call. Then, I’m supposed to be making… you feel good.”
“Oh, but I think… I’m rather enjoying the change in schedule after all.” She purred. “Tell me, Damian, are all your calls like this?”
Book Lovers Day & Learn to Homebrew Day & National Candy Day & National Skeptics Day
Person A is a book nerd who likes to cook, but having mastered all the famous literary recipes, now offers their services as a beta reader for fantasy novelists. Person A comes up with recipes using fantasy ingredients and then makes a real world equivalent for their fantasy novelist clients to taste test, to better describe the sensory experiences of their fictional characters when eating the meals. Person B is the weirdest and most challenging recipe client Person A has ever had, but Person A loves the challenge and Person B is skeptical of their abilities.
International Day of Medical Transporters & Virtual Worlds Day
Person A is a therapist who exists in a virtual world, helping the players and people who live there (deceased people who had their minds uploaded) take care of themselves mentally, since physical problems are of no concern, mental health is deemed more important than physical injuries. Person B+ are Person A’s collection of clients, some of which are no longer alive, but still dealing with their uploaded memories’ lives and issues, or coming to terms with their deaths.
