#pining watson

[earlgreyinpajamas]

Your recs are brilliant. Do you ship any other ships? If yes, any fics that you’ve enjoyed? :)

i shipped johnlock once upon a time, and some of the fics that i remember being really good are:

A Chemical Defect Found (On the Losing Side Remix) by AreteArt

A remix of missselene's "On the Losing Side." After Mary's death, John moves back into Baker Street. He and Sherlock stumble into a relationship, or something of that sort. Sherlock's rather giving when it comes to sex, but that doesn't mean he and John ever talk about it.

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ugh this made me hurt so bad

2. Gordian by fresne (@fresne999)

On any given day, Sherlock might come out of the bathroom smelling like an Alpha on the hunt (Alpha #8) or an Omega in heat (Omega #9), a Beta brooding (Beta #3), or like no gender at all. The last one was his actual scent, which wasn't so much scentless as confusing. At least in an adult. If Sherlock and John were the sort of people to read Mills and Boon novels, they could have said that what occurred was because destiny intervened and set two destined lovers in their one true pairings' path. It was the lasagna.

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the oblivious pining in this fic slaps

3. ranger panties by simplyclockwork (@simplyclockwork)

While in London on leave, Captain John Watson and a particularly intriguing article of clothing manage to catch the attention of one consulting detective.

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cackled i swear

[noodles-and-tea]

Johnlock but from The Abominable Bride?👀

Watson’s trying his hand at deductions (it’s not going well)

[wlrsna]

the beauty of aroaces characters that have SO MUCH love, that irradiates care on they own special way, that love the people around them SO SO SO MUCH that they can't barely say a word about it-

[cupidford]

A Case of You by silvergirl

Johnlock Love Letters #2343

Sherlock is marrying an American, and at the rehearsal dinner, best man John makes a drunken love confession he doesn’t remember the next day.

[buckingham-ashtray]

“But as I am apparently your best friend I cannot congratulate you on… your choice of companion.”

What do you mean sherlock. SHERLOCK.

[nicholasmoorethetwittermigrant]

I miss them

[jermapliermiku]

Currently the art I’ve been working on and it’s not finished yet ;-)!!!

Inspired by Ring pop from Matt Watson, a round of an applause for funky lyrics wooo wooo!!!

I’m getting back into the groove of drawing again and it feels so good to be back.

[fogdraws]

When two interests collide...

[aunhinged]

The “platonic” wars: sherlock/house

Sherlock and House decide to let the internet settle the debate on whose got the more “professional” relationship.

House: Lets take a vote. Whose got the more professional relationship? Me and Wilson, or you and Watson?

Sherlock: A flawed system. Most people wouldn’t recognize subtle homoerotic tension if it hit them in the face.

House: So you admit there’s tension?

Sherlock: Not in my case. I’m talking about you. Have you seen how often Wilson looks at you during meetings?

House: Thats called worry, genius. You wouldn’t know about that because John’s too busy tolerating your nonsense.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

read day 25 "That Familiarity, That Femininity" on Ao3!

prompt: trying to seduce one another

summary: Sherlock knows just the trick to get John to be more open to dating men. More specifically, dating Sherlock.

T, 894 words, Getting Together. Developing Relationship, Drinking, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension

or read it on tumblr:

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Sherlock was laying on the couch, hands steepled underneath his chin. He was thinking. About John Watson – as so often. John went on many dates. He didn’t seem too happy about them. Or, yes he did, but there were never many dates with the same woman, which he then complained about until he found a new woman to go out with.

That’s when Sherlock opened his eyes widely. It was clear as water all of the sudden: John just needed to go out with a man for once. He knew John was bisexual. He never told him that, but the signs were clear. Well, and since it would take a while to find a candidate, he would gladly suggest himself.

He got up to take a shower.

He went to put on fresh clothes… Black shirt, one more button open than necessary. Tight, black trousers, the ones that flattered his arse exceptionally nicely. He styled his hair into a perfect curly mess. He put on cologne and… hesitated. He looked very masculine… maybe if he gave John something familiar – something feminine – John would more easily get over the fact that Sherlock was a man. It didn’t take long to find just what he was looking for. Sherlock smiled cheekily.

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John was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. He loved sex, hell, he would go so far and say he needed sex. He was grumpy and agitated when he hadn’t had sex in a while. Was it a bad thing to like sex that much, need it, even? John didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. He just knew he wanted it.

So today John would go out, take Stamford with him. Wear his best smiles, use his best jokes and get laid. John nodded at himself. As good as done.

When he got home he immediately took a shower. As he walked out of the bathroom, only wearing his towels low on his hips, he noticed Sherlock was laying on the couch. He greeted him, then headed upstairs to change into better clothes.

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Breathe in (Sherlock breathed in), breathe out (Sherlock breathed out). He didn’t know why he was freaking out, but he was. That wasn’t entirely true: He knew he was freaking out because he saw some skin. That really shouldn’t be that special. He had seen lots of skin before, lots of naked bodies even. However, Sherlock didn’t expect John to come out of the shower showing off that much of naked skin, practically radiating sexual energy at him, as if he was some kind of sex god. Sherlock groaned and sank deeper into the couch, the images rushing into his mind.

Finally he heard John coming down. He wore nothing special really. A button up, dark jeans, his best cologne.

“I am going out. I will go pick up Mike,” John declared.

Sherlock sat up. “There’s no need.”

“How do you-“ John stopped. Stared. Opened his mouth, “What happened to your lips?”

Sherlock wanted to smile, wanted to squeal and jump, when John stared at him. Eyes fixated on Sherlock’s lips. He had him. Right there, that was the familiarity, that femininity John needed. He stood up and walked over to John. “Lipstick, John. Lipstick happened to my lips,” he said. Sherlock scanned John’s face, categorised his reaction. Smirked, “You are going out with me tonight.”
John still glared at his mouth. When he finally realised he had been staring he breathed in deeply, raised his gaze to Sherlock’s eyes. And bravely, like the closeted bisexual, ex-army doctor he was asked, “Where to?”

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Now, John was sitting at a bar, which name he had already forgotten and glared at the smear of lipstick on Sherlock’s glass. It was stupid, really. But seeing dark red lipstick on Sherlock’s face… he took another gulp from his third drink (or was it the fourth?).

He had tried to look at women, even checked out some guys, but his attention always fell back to his best friend. And that goddamn lipstick. They were talking about… he didn’t even know what. He looked down, surprised. How had his hand landed on Sherlock’s forearm? Didn’t matter. His eyes found Sherlock’s. He surprised himself, when he asked, “Do you want to dance with me?”

Sherlock’s face was full of questions for second. Then he said, “Let’s.”

So John got up, took Sherlock’ hand because hell, he was drunk and he wanted to. When they were on the dance floor John stood there for a second. Then started giggling. “Sherlock, I forgot that I have no idea how to dance!”

Sherlock stepped closer. “I’ll teach you,” his deep voice kindling something inside of John . The detective took John’s hands in his, put them on his shoulders. And as they stood there - John’s arms around Sherlock’s shoulders, the tall man’s lips dark red at John’s eye level – intoxicated as he was, he leaned in. Not to dance, no. To kiss. Immediately Sherlock responded – he stepped closer, put his hand on John’s neck, his thumb caressing the space behind his ear. The kiss was careful at first, but with every second it grew more rough. Leaving almost no room to breathe.

“I think we should take this dance lesson to Baker Street” John groaned between kisses. Sherlock, whose lipstick was now smeared, searched John’s eyes, then nodded.

It was a nice ‘dance lesson’ indeed.

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[forever-1895]

Since I First Saw Your Face

An amazing story written by Stavia_Scott_Grayson on ao3 (@artemisastarte on Tumblr).

This series takes the original Sherlock Holmes books and rewrites them from Holmes' point of view, and portrays perfectly Holmes' pining for his hot partner-in-solving-crimes. It explores the development of Holmes and Watson's relationship, and is the FUCKING GREATEST SLOW-BURN I HAVE EVER READ - All the history, politics and events occuring in this story are shockingly accurate; a lot of research went into this.

Also, the characterizations of Holmes and Watson are on point!

The story also includes concepts such as Holmes' drug use, and the struggles Watson and Holmes face to get over it, the hardships of being homosexual in the late 18th and early 19th century, and much more.

Like, just read it. It is a work in progress & the writer has not updated in a while, but trust me, you will not regret it.

P.s. I won't stop posting about this until it updates. no pressure on the author though, i just want to let you know that i'm obsessed with this, and it is so good - why is it not published? lol

[emberleaf23]

You know, I've been thinking about how great it would be to crossover the Great Ace Attorney and Gravity Falls. There's so many good ideas, I'd be here for hours listing them all, but here are my main things:

You could have Dipper and Mabel getting chased through time by Wax Holmes (somehow, don't question it) and end up in Victorian London. Sherlock Holmes vs Sherlock Holmes is the main idea here

Sherlock ends up stuck in 2012 and immediately realizes Stan is lying about everything

Ryu, Susato, and Sherlock visit the future and Dipper realizes that Sherlock is lying about Kazuma

Sherlock and Mabel as a dynamic. The world is no longer safe

Sherlock and Ford in the same room. Would they be best friends or instantly get into a fist fight? Who knows!

Sherlock realizes that Old Man McGucket is actually suffering and not some crazy old guy

But my favorite?

If there was any mind that Bill would target to build him a portal, it would be Sherlock. No question. He's capable of making holograms, for God's sake.

But just one problem: Sherlock is far too smart to trick. So how do you do it? How do you get a man so clever to do your bidding?

Simple.

You make him.

Okay I wanted to end it there but I had some ideas for the Bill thing specifically, sooo... yeah. No dramatic cliffhanger, I guess.

Obviously, Sherlock can't defeat Bill forever. He won't be stopped for another hundred years, so how does Bill punish Sherlock for winning?

My idea? Bill erases Sherlock and his friends from all memory. As in, nobody remembers that Sherlock was anything more than a story. He shall not be remembered as a real man with real exploits, just an idea in some crazy guy's head. And his friends suffer the same. No matter how much Iris Watson or Barok van Zieks or Ryuunosuke Naruhodou accomplish, no one will ever know they existed. Their achievements are associated with someone else, and they are forgotten.

Up until 2012, where Bill is defeated once and for all, and the curse is lifted. The world blinks, and names reappear in the history books. Franziska von Karma stares in amazement at the old case record she's studying as information corrects itself on the page. Statues appear at the historic Crown Court building in London. Every copy of Sherlock Holmes fixes the name of the author.

And, well. Gravity Falls is already filled with ghosts. It's not hard for Sherlock and Co. to drop by the Pines family and offer their thanks.

[blistering-typhoons]

the undercurrent

Watson has not picked a particularly glamorous moment to fall in love with his best friend.

[gregorovitch-adler]

@flashfictionfridayofficial

BBC Sherlock.

It is what it is

"I cheated on Mary," said John, as his eyes welled up, and in came the monologue to a non-existent person, presumably Mary.

Sherlock followed John's gaze and stopped at an empty corner of the sitting room of their flat. Well, his flat, technically, because John wasn't here anymore.

All he could conclude was that John was not okay.

"Who you think I am, is the man I want to be," John continued.

Sherlock turned to look from the empty corner to John's face, pressing his lips together with utter heartbreak. Sherlock had always admired John's medical skills, his combat skills, his sense of authority, his sense of humour, and the list could go on forever.

Mary was not even in the picture when Sherlock began to look up to him and admire him.

Was that not enough?

The image of John punching and kicking him in the ribs flashed before him. Of course it wasn't enough, thought Sherlock and chuckled mirthlessly in his mind.

Probably because he wasn't a woman, or not human enough for John's liking.

However, anyone with half a brain would laugh at the second possibility, given the fact that he wouldn't have been sitting on this chair if he hadn't revived himself that day, after getting shot by John's own wife.

When John buried his face in his hand and burst into tears, Sherlock thought it didn't matter anymore. He got up as carefully as he could with his wounded back to approach John slowly across the room.

Sherlock felt as though he was in a lion's den, and any wrong move could prove to be fatal. Still, mustering enough courage and physical strength, he approached John and carefully placed his right arm around John's shoulder, and rested his palm on John's nape. He placed his left hand on John's other shoulder and held him gently in his arms. Surprisingly, John not only allowed himself to be hugged, but he also placed his head on Sherlock's chest. Sherlock didn't care about his shirt getting wet because of John's uncontrollable tears.

As Sherlock continued to hold John like he was the most precious thing in the world, he came to a conclusion: perhaps he was wrong to put John on sort of a pedestal for all these years. John had a plethora of qualities, but seeing him through a rose-tinted lens most of the time had been an imperfect sign. An imperfect way of viewing this man.

Ironic, for someone who was a professional detective.

John wasn't perfect; he had a dark side too. The thought was oddly comforting.

Sherlock just wished he hadn't found this out the hard way. But his love for John was far too much to waver, even after everything.

Sherlock pulled John even closer as he buried his nose in John's hair, inhaling his natural scent. Their breathing rate had become in-sync.

Sherlock reluctantly let go of John after some time. John gazed up at him with his beautiful, deep blue eyes, dampened with tears.

Sherlock decided to share his conclusions with him. "It’s not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human."

John raised his eyebrows at that with a faint smile. "What, even you?"

Sherlock was not amused at this taunt. "No."

John's smile faded and he just blinked at Sherlock wordlessly.

"Even you."

A moment passed. "Cake?" asked John, all of a sudden.

"Cake." Sherlock nodded.

As he walked across the room to grab his coat to go out with John, Sherlock decided that being John's friend again was the next best thing. The other option, the unthinkable one, was completely off the table now. It never was on the table for John.

Sherlock sighed heavily and wistfully.

Probably for the best, he thought, as he and John walked out of the apartment building to have some cake for his birthday.

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

Backlit Barred Owl

Barred Owl Hunting from the Pines with the sun low in the sky behind the trees

Taken By: Nicole Watson

[dinosaremissed]

Hey everyone!

So… I wrote my first fanfic!

It’s called The Sign of Four… Stars on Yelp — a multi-fandom fic with a Johnlock focus, featuring characters like Aziraphale, Crowley, Remus, Sirius, Blackbeard, Stede, Trina and Mendel.

There’s fake dating. There’s only one bed. There’s group therapy. There’s an alarming amount of repressed emotion. Basically, two idiots at a couples resort pretending they’re not in love. Oh and of course they're solving a murder.

It’s funny, it’s a little sad, and I’m having way too much fun writing it.

Here’s the link if you want to check it out:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64778599/chapters/166459045