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curlyjohnlock · 5 months
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Well, we already know that John had hallucinations of Mary after she died. He could see her and he even talked to her.
Now, I'm more than sure that the same thing happened after Sherlock's Fall.
Oh boy, I feel like this should've been the plot for S3 😭
You can read my latest fanfics here 🥂
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John: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.
Sherlock: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.
John: ...
John: Fuck you.
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buckingham-ashtray · 3 months
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Can we sometimes just take a step back and remember that John never learned what happened on the roof of Bart‘s and why exactly did Sherlock jump and who he jumped for and the snipers and Sherlock‘s tears and the two years of impossible work and the Johnlessness and Serbia and the scars and Sherlock.
John never learned about any of these things. He thought Sherlock left him for a little bit of adventure after stepping off a roof right in front of his eyes, he thought Sherlock enjoyed his little joke of playing dead, he thought Sherlock never trusted him, he thought he has never been important to Sherlock after all.
Even though he has no right to land those blows and kicks on Sherlock, he still has the right to be angry and remain angry.
Remember, unlike us, John has never learned about these things.
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liminaltey · 2 months
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Sherlock feeling guilty about ruining his college principal’s life and comparing it to potentially ruining Victor’s father’s life made me think about PTSD
Which is interesting because in the first episode when he first met John and deduced John having it, he promptly said he didn’t have it
But despite his amazing intellectual abilities, Sherlock is still human, and it’s been proven he can be wrong, plus considering the countless amounts of intense traumatic situations he’s undoubtedly been through, the unwanted memories/hinted trauma blocking and unpleasant flashbacks, his severe anxiety/distress and guilt
What if he does have PTSD
Or am I looking too deep into it
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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months
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Embrace
John was done with the grocery shopping earlier than expected. He'd realised that they already had many of the things they needed at home - out of the ones he'd written on the list.
John carried a medium-sized cloth bag and stood at the curb near one of the shops to hail a cab.
He gave the address to the cab driver and got in.
It had been two months since Sherlock had returned from the dead. He had shown up at a restaurant out of nowhere, just when John was about to propose to Mary, and John had punched him in the face no less than three times.
Once he'd realised exactly why Sherlock had to fake his death - the reason being three snipers who were appointed by Moriarty for him, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, each - John had felt guilty.
However, John never talked about it to Sherlock, after they'd had a long conversation about why Sherlock was forced to do it.
Mary had broken up with John for unrelated reasons shortly after. Or who knows, they might've been related to this incident. Apparently, he was too preoccupied with Sherlock to remember to propose to her properly, even after a week past Sherlock's return.
John was disappointed about the breakup at first, but he'd got on with his life with Sherlock, back at Baker Street.
John had fallen in love with Sherlock a long time ago. When he thought the man was dead, he tried to do just about anything to be able to move on. Not that he succeeded, but still.
When John moved back in to Baker Street again, after his break up with Mary, he became painfully aware that those feelings were still there. Very much present.
The cab stopped in front of the apartment building 221, Baker Street. John paid the driver and hopped out.
He carried his bag in his left hand as he climbed the stairs to his flat.
At least there was one thing to be happy about: he could call this place 'his' again. Life was pretty okay, even with having Sherlock back as his friend if not anything more.
He didn't do anything about how he felt. How could he now, if he couldn't before Sherlock's staged suicide? That was out of the question.
John thought that being able to live with Sherlock again, as his flatmate, was more than enough.
As he reached the top level of the staircase, he found that the door was wide open.
The moment John entered the flat, his jaw dropped at what he saw.
Sherlock had slipped out of his white shirt and was picking up a worn-out grey T-shirt to put on from his chair beside the desk. Sherlock was facing the window of the sitting room, standing near the bison skull, with his back to John.
Sherlock's back was covered with bruises and actual knife marks. It was completely black and blue.
John realised that he didn't even ask what had happened to Sherlock when he was away.
John frowned as he closed the door behind him and walked across the room to place the shopping bag on the coffee table.
"Oh, you're back! I thought you'd take some more time," Sherlock said, without turning around to face John as he made to go to his bedroom with his T-shirt and pyjamas on, sounding embarrassed.
"Sherlock wait! You were just standing there before. Where are you going now?" asked John as he made quick strides across the room to approach Sherlock.
"Nothing, I just..." Sherlock trailed off, still not looking up at John.
"I have a question. What happened to you when you were away?"
Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut. "We were done talking about that, weren't we? You don't have to bring it up again."
"Yes, I do," said John, his voice shaking a bit. "Especially after what I just saw. Please tell me."
"I have an experiment to do," said Sherlock, looking here and there, anywhere but at John.
John wasn't taking any of it. "Why go to the bedroom then? Stop avoiding me and answer the question: What happened to you when you were away?" John hated how desperate he sounded. But he didn't care. He needed to know.
Sherlock took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Look at me."
Sherlock looked into John's eye, with his piercing blue gaze. He turned to John to face him properly.
He began in a low voice. "They whipped me. With canes. They stabbed me in the back more than a dozen times. Kept me in shackles in a confined, dark room. Starved me. Didn't let me sleep. They'd hit me again if I dared to doze off."
"Jesus," John whispered. "And you endured all that for me, Mrs H and Lestrade? For two years?"
"Mostly you," said Sherlock under his breath, but John caught that.
John blinked and swallowed. "Sherlock." John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, trying to be careful of his wounds on the back.
Sherlock made a surprised sound but eventually, he placed his arms around John's waist.
The two men held each other in a tight embrace. Torsos pressing against each other, with John holding on to Sherlock, trying to express what he felt for him through this embrace alone.
Sherlock's arms were raking over John's back.
John broke the brief silence. "Then you came back, and I reacted the way I did, aggravating your wounds and pain even more. I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I really am." John bit his lower lip. "Please forgive me."
"It's fine. I didn't explain myself to you properly that night. Shouldn't have shown up as a waiter, especially when you were with Mary. I just... couldn't think of any other way. I did what I thought best at that time."
"No, you're right. I get it. I should've listened to your side of everything too. Sorry."
"It's okay, John. I've stopped thinking about it, ever since I explained everything to you. You should too."
John nodded but still kept holding him, as if unable to detach himself from this rare opportunity to have some physical contact with Sherlock.
Sherlock didn't let go of him either. But a few moments later, it became a little awkward.
Sherlock cleared his throat. "John, is there anything else...?"
"I love you," John blurted out heavily. "I always have."
Sherlock pulled away from John a bit, to look into his eyes. He looked vulnerable from this angle as if he was trying to test something.
Whatever Sherlock saw in John's eyes, made him pull John close by the collar of his shirt and press a hard kiss against his mouth.
John let out a relieved sound and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.
John ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair and kept kissing him, unable to make himself stop.
After some time, Sherlock pulled him close for a hug again and said, "I love you too."
John's vision was blurred but his heart bursted with joy as he kept holding on to Sherlock.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Embrace
Tagging: @keirgreeneyes , @lisbeth-kk , @topsyturvy-turtely , @helloliriels , @gaylilsherlock , @peanitbear , @curlyjohnlock , @clueless-mp4, @lookingforlifeoutthere , @kettykika78, @a-victorian-girl
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uvmantaray · 8 months
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JOHNLOCK HEADCANONS P.2
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Living together -edition
• Sherlock doesn’t turn on the lights, like ever. He wakes up, goes to the dark kitchen to make tea and then sits in the dark living room to drink it.
Sometimes John doesn’t hear him getting up, and nearly has a heart attack when he puts on the lights and Sherlock is just sitting there.
• John gets frustrated when Sherlock leaves stuff all over the place. Sherlock thinks everything just should be where they are easily accessible.
• John does the laundry, because Sherlock would probably wash his black clothes in the same load as John’s (not black) sweaters.
• They will occasionally sleep in the living room, Sherlock in his chair and John on the couch.
Sherlock does experiments late and thinks John fell asleep due to keeping company for him, so he sleeps downstairs too, to be fair.
John thinks Sherlock falls asleep due to doing experiments until it’s really late, and sleeps on the couch so Sherlock doesn’t have to be alone.
(They don’t realise what the other is doing)
(Idiots in love)
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ace-sher-bi-john · 6 months
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Rosie Watson Headcanon #2 - TLDR, Rosie Grows Up to be a Forensic Artist
From a very young age, Rosie was a very creative person. She loved to draw, write, play instruments, you name it. She was also as obsessed with crime as her godfather Sherlock.
Since before she could even walk, Rosie Watson was being taken to crime scenes. By the time she was three years old, she had picked up mad deduction abilities from her godfather. She knew her way around a crime scene and by age six, she was actively helping Sherlock with cases. As involved as a six year old could get anyway. Safety first. Even Sherlock knows that there are some things you just don't let your six year old do.
Being immersed in the crime solving atmosphere that her dads both called home, Rosie was of course as fascinated by it all as they were. She knew from a very young age that she wanted to be a crime solver when she grew up.
At first, she wanted to be a consulting detective just like Sherlock. Sherlock was her hero. He will always be her hero, no matter how many times he insists that heroes don't exist and that he isn't a hero. But Rosie found as she grew older, that she wanted to be an artist.
Her love for drawing and other creative pursuits grew as she got older. The more she practiced the better she got at it. She knew she wanted to make a career out of it.
She went to art school and tried drawing digital art online as a way to make money on the side, along with her part time job as a supermarket cashier. After her first semester of art school, she came to a realization. Rosie could combine her passions for crime solving and drawing and become a forensic artist. So she switched her major and took the necessary classes to make it happen.
It turns out this was the perfect career choice for her. Rosie gets to do the two things she is most passionate about, working as one of Scotland Yard's resident forensic artists. Life is good.
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cowgirl-interrupted · 12 days
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Rip Sherlock, you'd have loved Pink Lemonade vape
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mercyraph · 1 year
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Sherlock headcanon
Okay so you know how a month after John gets married, Sherlock gets a girlfriend? And it's shows how much he really knows about relationships because he tries to propose not even a month after meeting Janine?
But like imagine, Janine was in on it the whole time. Like you know, 2 weeks after the wedding, Janine gets a call from him and he's like "go on a date with me." And Janine's immediately like, "uhm,, I think this is for John,,,uh, do you want me to forward this to him?" Because, yeah, she knows. You can't make that love letter best man speech and expect no one to know. So sherlock explains it, why she's in a prime position and everything and she's like, "hmm okay what do I get in return?"
And he's like "didn't you just hear? Big diamond ring, very authentic, get you a cottage in the suburbs."
And she's like "hmmm,,, okay, let's go make your biyfriend jealous."
Cut scene to her in Sherlock's shirt coming out of Sherlock's room and joining him for bath and kissing him. She gets the footage of John's reactions later from Mycroft.
Bonus: the bath scene.
Janine: *standing on one corner* what's he doing now?
Sherlock: *completely submerged in the tub* how should I know?
Sherlock:...
Sherlock: making tea.
Sherlock: how did he react?
Sherlock: stop laughing!
Sherlock: and seriously, 'Sherl'? He's never going to let me live that down.
Janine: oh sherl
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So hum, I have a true question for the Sherlock BBC fandom: Does Sherlock take good care of his hair?
Like, it's a trope/headcanon I see extremely often in fanfiction, that Sherlock uses these fancy shampoos, and conditioners, and takes great care of his curls, spends HOURS on them.
Now don't get me wrong, I get where this might be coming from. He's got beautiful hair, he's smart and well-dressed with expensive tastes, he even makes a comment to John about how "conditioner doesn't count as putting product in your hair" (paraphrased), something like that.
But like... Outside of that, do we have any reason to think that? It's just, Sherlock doesn't necessarily strike me as the "great self-care" kinda guy. I can see him occasionally putting effort into it, when he needs his appearance to be perfect for something. And when he does, oh, he does! But like, on a day to day, week to week basis? Doesn't that sound... Weird? I can barely imagine him remembering to cut his nails before they start chipping and bothering him, or when he needs to wear gloves.
So yeah, I guess my question is... Why do we think that? More accurately, why is this headcanon so pervasive in the fandom?
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chemstudent-sherlock · 3 months
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The neuroscience lecture today was really fun. First about addiction, and then about depression. Discussing the neurochemical changes and how permanent they are. Changes in gene expression and nerve connections. Changes of brain anatomy. Not concerning at all.
....not that I have any of that. Anyway.
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Sherlock: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.
John: That's great, Sherlock. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
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buckingham-ashtray · 2 months
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On Monday first class first thing thrown in my face was this philosophy assignment asking me to solve the murder mystery of the deaths of Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.
Have to repeatedly scream “Who never lived and so can never die Who never lived and so can never die Who never lived and so can never die” in my head just to keep it together.
Do you understand the physical pain. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.
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liminaltey · 3 months
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Some Sherlock (and Co) headcanons me and my partner came up with
Aroace Sherlock in queer platonic relationship with John
John being 99.8% cishet yet still agrees to be Sherlock’s queer platonic partner and any future love interest of Watson’s can flip off if she has a problem with it cause they’re a package deal buy one Watson get one Sherlock free
Sherlock introducing John as his partner and internally giggling because it can mean 2 things
(Just thought of this one as I wrote the above, polyamorous qpp between John, Sherlock AND Mariana)
Sherlock being good at being aware of the world but not himself, John learns Sherlock’s stressed signs and notices them before Sherlock does himself so he becomes extra doting and patient
Sherlock is clingy, but doesn’t like to admit to it (he DOES however follow and hang John around like a cat that loves its owner, especially when he’s highly stressed)
Sherlock has looong curly-ish hair and gets his hair combed/brushed and braided by John and Mariana because he’s not very good at being consistent with hair care, he thinks it’s trivial and just throws it into a bun but won’t cut his hair bc sensory issues
Monthly Spa day for Sherlock, Mariana and Watson and Sherlock secretly loves when Mariana paints his nails
Sherlock aggressively dances while playing his violin change our minds
@sirensongster
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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months
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"SHERLOCK!" John bellowed, as his best friend and the love of his life jumped off the rooftop of that godawful building.
Everything was gone within a few seconds. Sherlock's body hit the pavement, which drew the attention of the passersby, and just like that, the eighteen glorious months that John had spent with Sherlock as his flatmate, were all but a memory.
It wasn't just Sherlock who had died. John's heart shattered into a thousand pieces and it was as though his life had been sucked out of his body in an instant.
John rushed across the street to be able to be close to Sherlock's body as soon as he could.
"He's my friend!" He kept running to close the seemingly infinite gap between himself and Sherlock. "Please, let me through. He's my friend," he said with a broken voice.
Strangely, John felt as if he was running on a treadmill. His eyes widened and his heart pounded with horror when he wasn't being able to physically reach out to Sherlock's corpse. "Sherlock!" he yelled again. None of the passersby noticed him, though.
It was like John didn't even exist to them. Nobody was making way to let him through.
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John's eyes snapped open. He realised he was in Sherlock's bedroom, lying on the bed on his right side, with Sherlock spooning him from behind.
"John!" Sherlock's arms tightened around John's chest and abdomen.
John was awake, but his heart was still racing. He was breathing frantically as if his life depended on it. He tried to swallow but couldn't, because of his dry mouth.
"John, wake up. You're okay, John, please wake up right now."
"I'm up," John said in a hoarse voice as he tried to take deep breaths.
"Another nightmare?"
John nodded. His breathing rate was slowly becoming normal.
Of course, that's what it was. Sherlock was back in London a few months ago. There had been one not-so-nice interaction between them, but they had found each other shortly after.
"Er, sorry if I woke you. What did I do, this time?"
Sherlock's arm tightened around his waist. He placed a kiss on the top of his head. "You were shaking - head to toe. And you shouted my name, too, just now. Are you all right?"
John was glad he wasn't facing Sherlock. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Don't be stupid," Sherlock said and kissed John's temple. "Tell me what you saw, this time."
"It was you again," said John in a low voice and swallowed. He felt a prickly sensation behind his eyes.
"You jumped off the building and died. This time, I wasn't able to reach out to you. Your body was lying on the front on that pavement but I just couldn't close the distance. It was ugly." John was tearing up.
Sherlock was silent for a long moment. "You know there wasn't any other way."
"I know! I can see why you had to do it. At least now that we've had a talk about it. That's not going to make the nightmares disappear, though. The one I had just now was the worst. It was like I'd become a ghost to everyone else in the world."
Sherlock kissed John's hair once. Then again, then a few more times on the different areas of his scalp.
John's eyes fluttered as he closed them to live in the moment. He grabbed Sherlock's forearm - that was still pressed against his stomach.
Sherlock moved his kisses down to John's nape, sending shivers down his spine.
"I know," Sherlock said between his kisses. "Just wanted to ensure you knew the reason behind all that. Moriarty knew that you were the one I cared about the most and that I would've done anything to ensure your safety."
John closed his eyes and nodded as he leaned back against Sherlock's body on the bed.
"If you felt that you'd become a ghost, you should've been able to tell that it's a nightmare. You'd never be invisible or a ghost to me. That's simply impossible."
John blinked furiously at Sherlock's words.
"As ever you see, but you don't observe."
A couple of tears rolled down John's cheek as he chuckled. He wiped his face and turned around to face Sherlock. He held Sherlock's face gently in his hands.
"Yeah, well. You're the fantastic detective here, not me."
Sherlock opened his mouth but instead of replying, he looked away and cleared his throat.
John could tell he was blushing even in the dark room. He let out a fond laugh as he pulled Sherlock close, to kiss him as deeply as he could.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Spoon
Tagging: @lisbeth-kk , @gaylilsherlock , @helloliriels , @topsyturvy-turtely @curlyjohnlock , @peanitbear .
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uvmantaray · 7 months
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JOHNLOCK HEADCANONS P.5
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Hello, hi!! Sorry for disappearing, I’ve been busy. This one decided by the results of the poll i posted, so here you go:
Johnlock living together after The Final Problem -edition! (No angst :D)
• When rosie wouldn’t fall asleep, John would hold her and sit on his armchair while Sherlock played the violin for them. Often that would calm her down. Sometimes John would fall asleep too.
• Mrs. Hudson would come by to babysit Rosie so Sherlock and John could have a moment of peace. They’d drink tea on the sofa and fall asleep there together.
Lestrade also once popped in when this happened, and they never heard the end of it.
• Eventually John had to stop trying to convince mrs. Hudson that he and Sherlock weren’t in love, because tbh, he himself wasn’t sure of it anymore.
• Sherlock would give Rosie detailed insights to his cases. He was doing research on if Rosie could acquire his skills if she was taught for long enough. (This also doubled as bonding time for them)
• Everyone just assumed they were a gay couple when they went somewhere with Rosie.
Sherlock never denied this though, and John swears he once saw Sherlock smirk because of it. Sherlock never admitted this.
• One time when Sherlock was left alone with Rosie and she wouldn’t stop crying, he used a sheet to DIY one of those baby wrap carriers. That way she was calm and he could focus on a case.
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