#insecure sherlock

[cupidford]

Love is a Made Up Word. by Vanimelda4

Johnlock Love Letters #2351

Teenage Sherlock has the biggest crush on the waiter at the small café near the beach. Surely the feeling can't be mutual. Teenlock

[twinklefoxes]

If I hadn’t read this with my own two eyes in A Study in Scarlet, I’d have thought it was a line from AO3.

[tinkerbitch69]

Sherlock Holmes is such a fucking show off lmao. This guy says he’s the second smartest person in Europe and Holmes absolutely MUST one up him lol

[gammija]

love listening to sherlock&co while having only the faintest idea about the source material. everyones having opinions on Mary while im just here like 'she seems nice i hope she and John have fun 😺'

[gregorovitch-adler]

Messy

John turned off the microphone and sighed. He placed it on the side table beside his armchair and sat back in an almost dark room.

Sherlock, John and Mariana had been working on another case.

It was quite late, so Mariana had gone to bed in 221 A. John had been in the sitting room of 221 B, ruminating about his podcasting skills to himself.

John looked at Sherlock - who was sitting in his armchair across the room with his eyes closed - and inevitably began to think the differences between the two of them.

Must be different, being so perfect at almost everything, John thought, continuing to gaze at Sherlock.

Perfect analytical and observational skills needed to solve the cases, perfect timbre of the voice, perfect enunciations, and...

John had obviously noticed it a million times before but now he had to admit it.

... Perfect looks.

Not that John was jealous of all that (okay, maybe a little, but not too much), but now and then he would think that he made a wrong career choice as a podcaster after having served as an army doctor.

Oftentimes he would think that maybe he was better off as a general practitioner now that he was a civillian himself.

A comparatively ordinary job, without anyone else to work for or with.

Would that life suit him better?

John furrowed his brow at those thoughts.

"I won't be able to sleep if you keep your eyes on me the whole night," said Sherlock with his eyes still closed.

John parted his lips and got up from his chair, feeling heated around his face. "Oh, sorry. I'll, er, I'll just go upstairs. You should go to bed too, mate. Aren't you - aren't you uncomfortable here?"

John mentally kicked himself for stuttering yet again.

"No, stop. I could hear you thinking from across the room, just now." Sherlock finally opened his eyes and sat straight on his chair, looking at John intensely. "There is something on your mind, Watson. I need to know what."

John was taken aback by the kind of intensity he saw in Sherlock's eyes. He gave in. "Well, it's just that..." he trailed off.

A brief silence fell in the room as Sherlock and John locked their eyes together. Sherlock got up from his chair and walked over to John so he could be close to him.

"What is it?" Sherlock prompted.

"Am I doing this right?" John finally spoke, taking in irregular breaths.

"Doing what right?" Sherlock was looking at him with confusion.

"This whole podcast thing. I mean, I make it so awkward for our listeners sometimes. And half of the time my jokes don't even seem to land well." John gesticulated widely. "And, um, even after all that editing and cutting out the extra bits, the end result isn't flawless. It's so messy and imperfect."

Sherlock stared at John blankly for a moment. He then opened his arms wide looking at him with an awkward face. "Is it okay if we..."

John caught on. "Uh, yeah, sure," he said with his brow knitted.

They both wrapped their arms around each other. John's one arm was around his waist, and he ran his other arm over Sherlock's back. Sherlock's arms were around his shoulders.

John managed to place his chin on Sherlock's shoulder and sighed.

"The end result is not what we listen to," Sherlock began in a calm voice in John's ear. "The end result is the response of our listeners. How is it?"

John smiled. "Really good, so far, overall."

"There you go."

John felt Sherlock smile against his right shoulder.

They let each other go, but they were still holding hands, looking at each other deeply in the eye.

"Even if that weren't the case, I would not have cared."

"And why is that?" John asked, still looking at his friend with a smile.

"Because I like you as you are."

John chuckled, followed by Sherlock.

John turned around to make his way to his bedroom, already feeling loads better than before.

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Prompt: Imperfect by @calaisreno

Tags: @helloliriels , @jamielovesjam , @topsyturvy-turtely , @keirgreeneyes , @totallysilvergirl , @lisbeth-kk , @peanitbear , @gaylilsherlock , @friday411 etc.

[brilliantorinsane]

Sherlock 'but when I explain my deductions they "lose their romantic aura of mystery :("' Holmes

[blistering-typhoons]

trying to oppose holmes and watson as 'unfeeling' and 'human' respectively does not work because that theory operates on the assumption that watson is the normal one when he is, in fact, the romantic one, which is not a state of normality but instead one of heightened, performative emotion and an attachment to narrative- he is ridiculous actually, they're both freaks <3

[thefisherqueen]

"Do what?" I asked. He smiled as he took his slipper from the mantelpiece and drew from it enough shag tobacco to fill the old clay pipe with which he invariably rounded off his breakfast. "A most characteristic question of yours, Watson," said he. "You will not, I am sure, be offended if I say that any reputation for sharpness which I may possess has been entirely gained by the admirable foil which you have made for me. Have I not heard of debutantes who have insisted upon plainness in their chaperones? There is a certain analogy."

If I were Watson, I'd have cried

[sakanayasan414]

I wish Mycroft didn’t care about getting chubbier I love him when he’s big and round and eating cakes 🍰

[loichte]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Characters: Sherlock Holmes (Yuukoku no Moriarty), William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty), John Watson (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Additional Tags: Modern, Dating, Getting to Know Each Other, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fluff, soft cotton world, someone will vomit, Inaccurate medical stuff, bad photoshop skills from the author Summary:

The first thing he saw was red. Somewhere in his brain, the realization manifested that they really did appear to be eyes; the shiny black in the middle wasn't an abyss sucking him in; it was a pupil. Then, the white of the eyeball formed, and golden eyelashes framed the spectacle. Only then did he notice the bridge of his nose, thin eyebrows, blonde streaks, and, somewhere, the cautious smile of someone who was only flexing those facial muscles out of politeness.

Holy shit .

[tinyhorror]

tough year insta | twitter | inprnt | redbubble

[paulineholmes02]

Why do I feel invisible here?😪

[popcorn-plots]

what? I'm actually asking for something for christmas? what has the world come to?

[dante-and-dragons]

This is my first time not being deeply fatigued after a session, and it is weirding me out!!!

[medstudwatson]

Did you see someone in your dorm except yourself? So no, I did not follow you. Obviously. Little stalker friend? I am not little, I am very tall. Especially comparerd to you. And I am not anyone's friend. Well maybe we should save the long detailed list for future conversations. How else am I supposed to keep you interested? As far as you are concerned, sure. The S stands for stalker.-S

You wouldn't have been able to get in without notice anyway. ;)

Very tall? Do I need to be on the lookout for giants?

You're not anyone's friend? Keeping me interested? Sounds like you want to be friends. ... Or more. Hence the Stalker. Oh no. If only something that interesting were to happen to me.

It's obviously your name. I'll make guesses. Stewart? Stew for short. Because without proof, I bet you're shorter than me.

[principiumindividuationis777]

Moriarty's Achilles Heel

Had I been Professor James Moriarty, in the original short stories by Arthur Conan Doyle- and I do not deny that, being smart, organized, polite, yet also desensitized by life circumstances (and hence capable of ruthlessness, at times), that in other circumstances, I could have been an organized criminal, not that I advocate for such- I would not have ended up in Reichenbach Falls.

It is the nature of absolute evil, I suppose, that he had to make the final attempt on Sherlock Holmes's life, but I suppose that, deep down, that speaks to Moriarty's insecurities: His entire identity was wrapped up in his underworld empire, and he could not live without it.

Had it been me, I would have been sincerely honored to meet someone of Sherlock's intellectual prowess, and considered that we reached a stalemate: He got my cronies, but I escaped to the Continent.

Given that Moriarty had the means to send a decoy letter to Watson, without it being traced, I would instead have sent a sincere letter to Holmes, along the lines of "Well played. Had your friends at the Yard your brains, I would get the rope. I give my solemn word that I intend nothing but a comfortable retirement, so my best wishes in assisting Scotland Yard in catching common ruffians, as is so easy for you. Respectfully Yours, Call Me James."

Holmes is obsessive only when circumstances require it. Had he determined that Moriarty was sincere about retirement, he would not have wasted years on a cat-and-mouse game on the Continent, only to let the Grimesby Roylott's of England run wild. Thus, an unlikely truce would have been reached.

I suppose that means that my identity runs deeper than my station in the world (a good thing too, as I work at a fast food restaurant), while Moriarty's did not. Holmes, for that matter, considered retirement whenever there were no interesting cases, and had many other interests.

For Moriarty, though, like Big Brother in 1984, it seemed that power and power alone- and a very narrow, socially defined sort of power at that- was not only the only pleasure, but the only sense of self he had.