Various x Reader

Sherlock x Reader (Mentioned)

Imagine John confronting you, Sherlock's dealer.

"Marama?" I heard a male voice ask questioningly.

I sighed and pressed the button that brought up the security footage of my front door. A relatively short man stood outside my door. "What do you want sweetie?" I asked in a sultry voice.
"Um, hi. Can I come in?" He asked.
I stared at him for a moment before I raised an eyebrow and buzzed him in. I stood up and walked to the door as he walked in. "Well, since you're obviously not here for drugs, what do you want?" He looked confused for a moment before he shook his head, I guess deciding not to question it. As he opened his mouth to respond, I held up my hand. "Hush. Come along with me." I stated as I began walking away.
He followed cautiously behind, which was a smart move on his part. In his situation, I would be as cautious as I could. In fact, I would have insisted that the dealer come outside. I doubt he's here to bring good news.
Lucky for him I have no intention of killing him.
We came to a very nice sitting room with red velvet sofas surrounding a mahogany coffee table. I chose a love seat and lounged across it, staring at the man expectantly. "Well? Are you going to sit, or not?"
"I think I'll stand." He replied.
I shrugged, looking at my nails with complete indifference. "Suit yourself. What do you want?"
"I want you to stop selling to Sherlock Holmes." He deadpanned.
I ignored his statement, to annoy him more than anything else. "A friend of Sherlock's? You must be...John. John Watson. Well, you can call me (f/n). Marama is only for my customers. Just know that if you tell anyone of my name I will destroy you." I warned, finally glancing over at him slightly.
"Did you even hear me?!" John demanded.
I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not deaf, you know. Of course I heard you." I stood up. "Do you honestly believe this is the first time somebody has come to my home demanding I stop selling? You're certainly not the first person to come on behalf of Sherlock." I smirked slightly, remembering that visit from Mycroft.
I chuckled. "Honestly, what do you expect? It's just business. Nothing personal...although things with Sherlock are a bit different." I leaned a bit closer to him, holding my hand to the side of my mouth like I was telling him a secret. "It isn't strictly professional with him, if you understand me."
He stepped back with a slightly disgusted look on his face. "OK, I did not need to hear that."
I laughed. "Oh, you're such a prude, John!" My face became serious quickly as I turned around. "Now then, get out of my house."
"Excuse me?" John asked.
I raised an eyebrow, turning my head towards him slightly. "You've come to the wrong place, John Watson. I won't sell to anybody who I consider a friend. Sherlock has a new dealer...and he isn't nearly as kind as I am." I actually turned around to him this time, being completely serious. "Ex-army or not, you were a doctor. Sherlock is dealing with a far more unsavory character than I, and it would be unwise to bother with him."
"How do you know I was an ex-army doctor?" John asked me, bewildered.
I smirked. "I'm a very honest person. Sherlock told me when he was high. For the reasons I've told you, I won't tell you his dealer's name. I would suggest keeping Sherlock in the flat, or forcing his brother into the picture."
"Right, Mycroft and I go out for tea on Saturdays."
I snorted. "Shut up. Now, please leave. This meeting is over." I snapped my fingers and my bodyguard showed him to the door. I laughed aloud. "I didn't think another person for Sherlock would show up. Today was fun!"