#john watson oneshot

[urlexaprohoe]

My Atlantis - Part 1

Sherlock takes his tasks as the best man pretty seriously. So he (drunkenly) teaches John how the perfect wedding kiss has to be like.

Warnings: Swearing

Part 2

1458 words

This part is set during the events told by Sherlock in the episode “The Sign Of Three”

“Let me go! Do you even know who I am? I’m Sherlock Holmes, I am smarter than you and your two coworkers combined!” 

John sat on the stairs in front of the club and put his face in his hands, both because of nausea and because he didn’t want to see his friend beaten up by security. They wouldn’t let them in, no wonder, they were totally wasted. Sherlock had the perfect idea of getting John drunk to test his limits for the upcoming wedding. The wedding had been the only thing on his mind in the past few weeks, it nearly took up all space in his mind palace. 

Finally, Sherlock decided to drop down next to his friend, looking at him with a slight grin. “That’s not gonna work.” John waved off and got up. “It doesn’t matter, let’s keep going. I don’t want these guys changing their minds in terms of beating you up.” Sherlock joined in his step. “They wouldn’t beat me up, they would risk losing their jobs since I’m drunk enough to fall in a deadly way.” John grinned a little bit. “Or maybe they just don’t want to waste their time with you any longer than they have to.” 

The doctor watched Sherlock nearly running through the streets, a bit ahead of him. He was checking out every single detail, searching for something interesting to show John. Sherlock turned into even more of a know-it-all when he was drunk, but John found it pretty amusing. He loved watching his friend interact with other people, it always fascinated him how Sherlock never realized how annoying other people found him. Sometimes, he felt bad for him. John was Sherlock’s only real friend, aside from Mycroft and Greg. And Mrs. Hudson, of course. 

He wondered if Sherlock could keep on like usual when he would be away more often now. John had to admit, that he almost felt a little insulted when he noticed that Sherlock seemingly had no problem with going on without John always by his side. But he knew that his friend was pretty good at acting and he didn’t want Sherlock doing some stupid things that would get him in trouble again, or worse, killed…again. 

“Let’s sit down over here.” Sherlock suddenly stopped in the middle of his step and turned around, pointing at a bench on the side of the street. “The sky looks exceptionally great tonight, we should grasp it.” John raised an eyebrow at his friend’s unusual wording, but he agreed to sit down either way. 

It didn’t take long for Sherlock to interrupt the “grasping” with another dialogue with himself. John had no chance to respond since Sherlock always seemed to answer himself faster than John could. The only unusual thing was that he started to giggle in the middle of his sentences every now and then. John had to admit that he found it pretty cute. Sherlock turned into a teenager when he was drunk, interesting. “Do you feel ready for your wedding day?” John looked over at his friend. “Well, can one really feel ready for a day like that?” “Well-” “Aside from you.” John laughed. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence followed. 

“What about the kiss?” Sherlock grinned. “What do you mean?” Their eyes met. 

“Well, you have to kiss Mary in front of all these people. Nobody would want the kiss to be imperfect in any way. Too long, too short, too intense…” John rolled his eyes. “I have no idea what you mean.” 

“Yeah, I thought so. That’s why I’m gonna show you.” “What do you-” Before John could finish his sentence, their lips connected and he felt the adrenaline rushing through his body. He felt like riding the fastest rollercoaster known to mankind. A few moments later, Sherlock slowly pulled away. 

“This was the perfect length. Do you know what I mean?” John sat there with an open mouth, staring at his friend in disbelief before grabbing his cheeks. He didn’t think twice before kissing him once again, pressing his lips against Sherlock’s this time. His friend made no effort to pull away. The both of them remained like this for the next few minutes. There he was. Making out with his best man. 

Shit, Mary. The wedding. He should stop, he was engaged. And being drunk wasn’t an excuse for the feeling between his legs. But nothing seemed to matter right now. The only thing on his mind was Sherlock. This perfect man, the most fascinating human being John had ever seen. And he was kissing him, pulling him closer by the second, his hands all over his body. John started to notice the people staring at them while walking by and he slowly pulled away, not really wanting to destroy this moment. He felt his cheeks heating up and struggled to maintain eye contact with his friend. Sherlock, for the first time in forever, said nothing. He just seemed to stare into John’s soul with no expression on his face whatsoever. Suddenly, he started to laugh and John nervously joined in. “I didn’t know that you needed this much practice!” “What? Why? Was I that bad?” Sherlock laughed even more and shook his head. The tension seemed to loosen a little bit. 

“Do you see this bow on the ground? I am almost sure that it comes from…” Sherlock’s words drifted in and out of John’s mind. He couldn’t concentrate on his surroundings anymore, the man was still stuck in the recent situation. “...and that’s why the bow is the last memory from a date gone wrong.” Sherlock stopped his walk with the end of his story. They both stood in front of Sherlock’s flat now and one exchange of looks confirmed that both of them needed some rest now. Sherlock made some space for John to walk in and as soon as he did, he felt a force pushing him to the wall. His friend stood a few inches in front of him, pinning him against the wall in between his legs. John could feel the both of them trembling as Sherlock pressed his upper body against him. “What are you doing…” John only mumbled since Mrs. Hudson was asleep and he most certainly didn’t want the poor woman to wake up to…this. 

Honestly, he didn’t want to know what he did,  he wanted to know why he didn’t do it sooner. Alcohol seemed to turn people into different versions of themselves, especially Sherlock. John had never seen him laugh this much. And there it was again, this grin on his face right before he connected their lips to a passionate kiss once again. John’s heart threatened to explode if this was gonna go on any longer. He had never felt this much adrenaline, excitement and confusion, all at once. But even though he was drowing in ecstasy, the rush had a bitter taste to it. Sherlock most certainly wasn’t himself right now, he was completely wasted. And for a second, John wished that his friend would be sober. But he didn’t pull back and they were making out once again, in the stairway of what once was both their home. So many memories were made in this house and if John would have a choice to change something, he wouldn’t. Every single second that he had spent with Sherlock in the last few years was absolutely beautiful, no matter how exhausting it could get. He would never admit it, but Mary couldn’t keep up with the man in his arms. She was smart, beautiful and a great girlfriend, but nevertheless, sometimes John would lay awake at night, thinking about his consulting detective. The strange man with the even stranger habits that he grew to love so much that he risked his marriage right now. 

And god, he did risk his marriage. 

A chuckle pulled the both of them out of their moment back into reality. John glanced to the side and looked into the warm face of Mrs. Hudson. She was smiling while putting her hands together as if she had been waiting for this moment for years. “Mrs. Hudson, I’m so sorry for waking you up. We were just…” She shut him up with a little wave. “No need to apologize, John. It is nice to see you again.” Sherlock didn’t waste any more time on this uncomfortable moment, he grabbed his friend’s hand and pulled him upstairs. As he was stumbling up the stairway, John looked back at his old housekeeper once again. She winked. 

“See you soon, John. I’m looking forward to the wedding!”

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

Let Me Fix You (Johnlock OS)

for the one and only @safedistancefrombeingsmart <3

“Fuck! I mean- shite! Oh, bloody hell!” John watched as that asshole run away, clutching the knife wound he had left on him. “Jesus Christ. I hate you.”

“John! Why are you- Did you get hurt?”, Sherlock came running towards him.

“No, I am cursing because it is fucking funny. Of course, I am hurt, you bloody-“, John bit his tongue. “He barely missed my scar.”, he added, more quietly.

There was actual concern shining in Sherlock’s eyes. “How bad is it? Let me loo-“

“I am fine!”, John turned his body away in a quick movement. It hurt. He gritted his teeth and pushed air out through them. It made a funny noise, almost like a whistle. “Let’s just get home.” John already walked back out on the brighter lit main street.

“Don’t you think we should call a doctor-“

“I am a fucking doctor!”

“But John-“

“I am goddamn fine fucking enough, okay. Now just do your-”, John let go of his wound to wave vaguely with his good arm in the air. “Thing and get us a bloody cab.” John talked- yelled too loudly, too aggressively. But he didn’t care right now. He was pretty sure he wasn’t even cut that badly. But he was pissed as hell and the asshole stabbing him got away and there was no one else around to yell at. So his flatmate would just have to endure it. John had gone through worse with him.

When Sherlock stared a bit too long at him, John grunted. Immediately Sherlock moved to get them a cab.

(keep reading = link to ao3 and funfacts)

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title: Let Me Fix You

fandom: Sherlock (TV)

words: 1,932

summary: John gets injured during a case. He is pissed as hell. And determined he will stitch himself up. It's not his fault he forgot that Sherlock actually cares about him.

additional tags:

Whump, John Whump, John Watson Whump, POV Third Person, Hurt John Watson, Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson, and takes care of him, Angry John Watson, Worried Sherlock, Angst, okay probably not actually angst lol, Hurt/Comfort, maybe?, bro idk, doctors are the worst patients, John is a living example for that, Developing Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, I take no responsibility for medical accuarcy, You Have Been Warned, DO NOT COPY TO ANOTHER SITE OR APP, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones

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[v-thinks-on]

In the year 1187, I began as a journeyman to the village apothecary. When the call came to follow the noble King Richard the Lionheart, like many young men, I eagerly went. The Crusades brought honours and penitence to many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. After months of delirious fever, I was fortunate to return to my native England with little worse than a limp and a lame shoulder.

I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore free as air—or as free as a man with neither health nor livelihood can be. Under such circumstances, I found myself wandering the countryside, where all the loungers and idlers live by their wits and the fleeting generosity of strangers. It was a meaningless, comfortless existence, spending what little health I had far more freely than I ought.

I knew I could not last like this for much longer; I had no choice but to make some drastic alteration in my style of living. The day I had come to this conclusion was in late spring, graced with the charming weather of my native isle; a heavy blanket of grey hanging above the tree tops and a chill in the air, which made my shoulder ache and my legs stiff, and I feared a turn for rain.

I hoped it was not far to the next village. It had already been some days since the kindly innkeeper, who had traded some food and a place to rest for the night for a poultice for his ailing daughter, had pointed me in this direction. These woods were dangerous, he had said, but there was a man in these parts who might be able to help a poor wanderer such as myself. It seemed an unlikely solution, but even a brief respite would be a relief to me.

The deeper I went into these woods, the thicker the growth became; the trees gathered tighter together and it became increasingly laborious to pick my way through the dense undergrowth. Only a dim light filtered through the canopy of clouds and leaves above, leaving the whole forest in twilight, with who knew what manner of men or creatures lurking within—I thought I spied the glint of a Sacaren spear, but it was only a shiny drop of dew upon a thorny bramble.

However, the whiz of an arrow through the air was unmistakable. I had no sword—I was no knight, merely a village apothecary who had gone to tend the brave souls who followed the King into battle, but when the battle began, all men became soldiers—but still I tensed for a fight, glancing around me in search of my assailant. But I saw nothing, only the deep dense woods and an arrow embedded in the tree behind me, mere inches from where my head had been.

“You had better be careful, an old campaigner travelling through these woods alone.”

I started at the voice which sounded just into my ear and turned to find myself face-to-face with a long, thin man who appeared to have materialised from the woods themselves. He was dressed all in green, with aquiline features, and rough bow in hand, another arrow already knocked into place.

“You were at Acre, I perceive,” the man said.

“Y-yes,” I said, too startled to protest at the pronouncement, “did you also follow King Richard the Lionheart?”

He shakes his head, a laughing curl to his thin lips, though there’s a darker irony lurking in his keen eyes. “I have only heard tales of the destruction.”

I can only bow my head in acknowledgement; the evidence of my hardships is unconcealable.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

I Am Moriarty (Sherlock Holmes X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Sherlock Holmes X Reader, John Watson X Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Mention of murder and guns

Request: The reader is Moriarty but faked being Sherlock protége since 20. (age 25) The reader is arrested after getting arrested killing Sherlock assassin. The reader at first plays dumb but then admits that they are Moriarty. Saying "If there's one person who is going to harm THE GREAT DETECTIVE SHERLOCK IT'S ME MORIARTY." They then escape

The past 5 years of your life had been an adventure to say the least, and you couldn’t deny that you’d grown as a person. The change from the ages of 20 to 25 was vast, and a lot more than people really gave it credit for, especially when in those years you were doing more than the ordinary. 

5 years ago, you came face to face with the private detective Sherlock Holmes, him taking on your strange case of you being blackmailed and framed for a crime you didn’t commit. As you were being booked, Sherlock had been leaving, and had heard your cries that you were innocent, to please listen to you, and he did. He listened, and deduced you were telling the truth, and then worked hard to prove it wasn’t you, and when you were free, you worked with him closely to find the person who framed you. The process took weeks, and by the time the person who did it was behind bars, you had formed a friendship with Sherlock and John, and you were invited you be his assistant like John, and the duo became a trio. You fit right in perfectly. You were normal enough to understand it when John was frustrated with Sherlock’s shenanigans, but somehow also able to sort of see into Sherlock’s head and his mindset and explain it to others who couldn’t follow along, and the longer you worked with him, the better you got at it, until people referred to you as the translator. Even Sherlock acknowledged this, and if someone didn’t get his vague explanation for something, he’d simply call your name and you’d explain while he continued to work.

Sherlock considered you a friend. A good friend, on the same level as John, and John saw you as a close friend as well. They confided in you, even about each other, shared their deepest thoughts, and been vulnerable with you. You were always upbeat and there for them, though you had your own fairshare of heartfelt honesty with tears with them, and they’d returned the kindness.

Right now, your friendship with the pair was being put to the limit. Whenever you were allowed a call, John was the one on the other side, giving you reassurances that everything was gonna be alright, that Sherlock was going to fix this all, meanwhile you told him to try and get Sherlock to quit it before he got himself in more trouble and in more danger, but John hated to know you were behind bars, being interrogated for hours at a time, facing second-degree murder. It was undeniable that you did it- you had been holding the guns, not even seconds after you pulled the trigger, the police were in the room. However, you did it for a reason. The man you shot, was an assassin sent to kill Sherlock. You knew that, John knew it, and Sherlock did, but the man’s identity had been wiped clean, making you look like nothing more than a cold hearted killer, now facing a life sentence unless Sherlock could find the proof that you did it to save him. He couldn’t find that proof, and as you were deep in thought about what led you to where you were right now, sat next to a lawyer, in court, as the prosecution performed- funnily enough- an assassination of your character to the jury. Throughout it all, you kept your head low, looking at the desk and papers in front of you. You knew all eyes were on you, and you had to be careful with how you were perceived. Responding, becoming annoyed or angry would make you look volatile, looking around, moving too much would make you look bored. Looking people in the eye, especially the jury, may be seen as an intimidation tactic. Because of all this, you remained still as you could, kept your head low but viewable, making it clear you were listening, paying attention, and caring. It also showed you as meek and the opposite of what the persecution was claiming.

“Y/N L/N?” The Judge spoke your name, and you looked up at him immediately.

“Yes Judge?” You asked.

“Would you like to speak?” He asked. It wasn’t a kind action, just a mandatory one, though you weren’t forced to do it. You could deny it, but you had things you wanted to say. 

“Yes please, Judge.” You answered. Your lawyer glanced at you, before he stood, and you stood as well as security guided you to the booth. As we walked up the stairs, you looked at the few people in the booth above the court. A lot was the press, but you spotted some familiar faces. John. Sherlock. Lestrade, surprisingly. But you also saw some other friends on the other side of the room, there to support you. You immediately felt more comfortable, even if Sherlock looked exhausted, clearly not able to get his evidence in time. You entered the booth, you looked around for a moment, before focussing your attention on the judge. 

“I have a lot of things I want to say. Things I want known. Firstly, when I walked into that building with Mr Holmes and Mr Watson, we went there following a lead for another case I was assisting in, and while I understand I can’t go into the details of that case, we were simply trying to locate a witness, a witness that wasn’t the victim. When we arrived, we quickly realised something was up, that something was wrong. We’d split up to search the house for anything, and I was upstairs when I heard Sherlock and John talking to someone downstairs. I heard them asking someone to put a gun down.” You explained, retelling the story. You paused for a moment, glancing back to the booth. To Sherlock, John, and your other friends. “I met John and Sherlock through them taking on my own case, where I was framed, though this time I can’t deny I didn’t shoot that man. But I ask you to imagine my position in that moment. Those men have been my world for 5 years. Day in, day out. They’re quirky, a lot of people don’t understand Sherlock, but I do, and there are still things I’m learning about him, but I know one thing- if the roles were reversed, he would have done the same to keep me safe. So would John. I have no doubt in that. Imagine someone pointing a gun to your loved ones, to people who you care about, and you find your own weapon and are able to stop them being hurt. I shot that man. I killed that man. But if I didn’t, he would have killed one if not both of them.” You explained to them. 

“Thank you-” The Judge started, before you stood from your seat abruptly, making the Judge pause. You chuckled. 

“I’m not done.” You interrupted. You rested your hands on the wooden frame in front of you, keeping you locked in there. “I have to be honest- the police work in this case has been a load of crap. Hardly fair.” You commented. 

“I beg you’re-”

“Sherlock has been doing his digging to prove the man who I killed was either an assassin or was set up by a third party to attempt to kill Sherlock. He has a lot of enemies, it wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill him. However the prosecution don’t care enough to find the truth behind how this all happened, who that man really was, and possibly stop another attempt on Sherlock’s life. All they care about his locking away someone who tried and succeeded in protecting their friends. I’m not sure about you, but that sounds idiotic.” You laughed as you finished. There was a stunned silence in the room, before the Judge gathered himself. 

“May I advise that you watch your tongue- it may affect your sentencing.” 

“Oh I’m not being sentenced.” You laughed harder. “I’m not going to prison. Not. A. Day.” 

“L/N you have admitted to murder-”

“To protect Sherlock. Without me, he’d be dead, and as stated, there have been and will be other attempts on his life. Other attempts to hurt him, and well, I can’t stop that happening if I’m behind bars now, can I?” You questioned with a playful grin. You heard several people shuffling in their seats in discomfort. That included the Judge, who seemed to shrink in his seat as you continued to make eye contact with him. 

“What makes you think you’re exempt from your punishment?” He dared question you. “You are still in a court of law. You’re under oath.”

“That means I can’t tell lies, right?” You questioned back. He nodded. “Well then, let me tell you something that no one in this room is aware of. That victim of yours? Isn’t the only one with a secret life that he’s good at concealing.” You teased with a giggle, as if this was a little game for you. It was. A seeming horror crossed the faces of the Judge, the Jury, and the Lawyers. 

“...Who are you?” The Judge asked with hesitation. You let the air remain suffocating for a moment, making them silent beg for your response, before you finally gave it. 

“Moriarty.” 

You heard John and Sherlock stand up at your admission. They knew that name well, the name of the person who had been terrorizing them for years, being linked to flawless robberies of the most luxurious items, sold off without a trace months later, linked to perfect set ups. The one person Sherlock couldn’t read, couldn’t predict. It drove him mad, but he enjoyed the chase. It was something that he actually struggled with, and he loved it. So to find out you were right there the entire time? It wasn’t a slap to the face, you, right now, were taunting him in the very worst way. He questioned for a second why you’d admit this here of all places. But though he couldn’t read Moriarty, he knew one thing- Moriarty was always prepared, always had a plan that was fool proof. You had a plan. And as he thought that, your plan went into action. Your friends stood as well, unveiling their guns, several members of security, including the ones guarding your booth, turned and pointed their own weapons at the other people. All hands raised, several short cries of surprise before they silenced themselves in fear of being shot. A member of your security came and opened the booth door and you stepped out. You faced Sherlock and John. 

“Shame it had to end up like this. I genuinely did consider you my friends. But rest assured- the only person who is going to hurt Sherlock Holmes is me, and that’s a promise.” You told them, blowing them an exaggerated kiss, before you were escorted out swiftly.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[hellobitches990]

No one can stand up to the angry John. Even his husband Sherlock

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[mentally-ill-simp]

Don't leave (John Watson x reader

3 months since Sherlock's death and I just could not seem to get through to John, he stayed in his room for the days and nights, he only came out when he needed to eat, everything about this was tearing me apart, so I decided it was time to talk to him, I softly knocked on his door "John it's (Y/N)" I said and walked in, he was lying on his side staring at the wall, I walked over and lied down behind him, I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around his middle "John, just please talk to me" I said as tears formed in my eyes, nothing but silence so I decided I would just go "fine I'll leave you alone" I stood up and started walking to the door when I heard him say "please don't leave me, I've already lost Sherlock I don't want to lose you to" his voice cracked when he spoke, I walked over to him and hugged him, his eyes were so red from crying "I'll never leave John" I whispered in his ear and he looked at me "one day I'm going to lose you if I don't stop being stupid" he said no higher than a whisper " you won't, I care about you to much to leave" I said and stroked his hair "I love you so much" he said " I love you too" and our lips connected

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⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝⟡ martin freeman masterlist

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[a-cup-of-earl-grey-please]

Masterlist

I take requests in a lot of fandoms, but this is what I have so far!

Fluff - 💗

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Humor - 😎

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Smut - ❤️‍🔥

Sherlock BBC

Sherlock x Fem!Reader

Beg For Forgiveness ⛈ ❤️

Your fiancé, the great Sherlock Holmes, comes back from the dead—just when you were ready to move on. Can you forgive him?

Mastermind (Songfic) 💗 😎

Truly a mastermind, Sherlock outsmarts himself and you; at least he thinks so. How will he ask you out, though?

Sincerity 💗

(Could be read as a prequel to Beg For Forgiveness, but mostly a standalone.)

Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes realizes you are feeling insecure— how does he remedy it?

In Progress

(Titles and details may change. Listed in no particular order!)

Bookish Delights ❤️‍🔥 or ❤️ (Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Reader)

Library shenanigans. Inter-dorm dating feels awkward at Hogwarts, but Remus and you are determined to make it work. And it works maybe a bit too well.

Are You Kneeling? 😎 ❤️‍🔥 (Loki x Fem!Reader)

6-Chapter-Long Series: Five times Loki kneels before you and one time you kneel before him.

The Greatest Wingman 😎 💗 (BBC John Watson x Gender Neutral!Reader)

Sherlock is annoyed. Why don’t you two just talk to each other? He decides to make you two acknowledge your feelings once and for all — in an aggressive way.

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[fanfic-obsessed-girl]

Let my very first post be a warning to all those who will see this account in the future - here come all of my favourite fanfics and posts that I have been liking for the past two years

Also a little reminder to all those dear authors, I like your stories please post more

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[glimmermen]

Stripped down

Johnlock oneshot

John sat in his armchair, nursing a beer and staring off into space. It had been a bad night at work, and he was struggling to shake off the stress and anxiety. He could feel Sherlock's eyes on him from across the room, but he didn't have the energy to engage.

Finally, Sherlock spoke up. "John, why don't we play a game to take your mind off things?" he suggested.

John raised an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"

Sherlock grinned. "Strip poker."

John felt his cheeks flush at the suggestion. It was certainly not something he had expected from Sherlock, but the idea of shedding his clothes and his worries was oddly appealing.

"All right," he said, setting down his beer. "Let's do it."

Sherlock quickly gathered a deck of cards, and they spread them out on the coffee table between them. They started playing, both of them surprisingly adept at the game. As the rounds went on, John found himself getting more and more relaxed, his worries melting away with each article of clothing that he shed.

He was down to his boxers when Sherlock made his final bet, putting his coat on the line. John matched him, confident in his hand. But when they revealed their cards, John realized too late that he had made a mistake. Sherlock had outsmarted him again.

With a grin, Sherlock reached over and began unbuttoning John's shirt. John couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the air dissipating completely. Soon he was completely naked, sitting across from Sherlock in nothing but his boxers.

Sherlock, for his part, was still fully dressed. But he seemed almost smug as he watched John squirm under his gaze.

"All right, your turn," John said, grinning.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment before shrugging off his coat. As he continued to play, he gradually removed more and more clothing, until he was down to just his boxers as well.

John couldn't help but admire the way the dim light in the room played off Sherlock's skin, highlighting the sharp lines of his body. They continued to play, both of them feeling more relaxed and comfortable with each other than they had in weeks.

When the game was over, they sat together on the couch, drinking tea and chatting about everything and nothing. John couldn't remember the last time he had felt so content.

As the night wore on, they curled up together on the couch, John's head resting on Sherlock's chest. It was an odd and unexpected turn of events, but John couldn't help but feel grateful for the way things had turned out. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Sherlock had in store for him.

#johnlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock #john watson #oneshot #fanfic

[musingsofmyown]

I have a doc named "Aggressive Flirting: Johnlock" and the last time I edited it was last year

I just opened it:

  "Sherlock," John locked eyes with the detective,"you are bloody gorgeous."

 A very prominent blush crept up the other's face,"I-I erm…"

 "And adorable, look at that,"He leaned forward and smiled. 

Sherlock broke eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck,"You're getting too direct with your flirting."

  "Mmm, so you've noticed?"

  He nodded and looked around the room,"So… erm, what… what brought this up?"

 "It's just been eating me up for a bit,"He propped his head up on his hands,"And I'd like to kiss you."

  Those few words caused Sherlock's entire system to malfunction, a small sound of shock barely escaped his lips. For a moment, John found it rather endearing that his friend was an actual blushing virgin, but as soon as the spell broke, he wondered what the consultant's response would be,"Me..?"

  "Yes, you."

  "I have to confess that I do not possess much experience in this area-"

Why do I love this so much?

and the title 😂

#bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #johnlock #sherlock fic #WIP #should I finish this as like a oneshot or something?

[topsyturvy-turtely]

OTP challenge - day 15

here it is! part 2/2! (because i simply suck at keeping myself short) -> link to part 1

[link to day 14]

TW: detailed description of needles and stitches. knife wound.

15: teaching each other how to do something

(pt. 2/2)

[Last sentence from part 1: But soon this something, that danced in the room to the tone they had played together, was interrupted by the thunder of upstairs-running kid's feet.]

***

That was last week. Tonight John had invited Sherlock over for dinner with him. Rosie had a movies night with her aunt Harry. (John seriously wasn't sure who whorshipped whom more. These two were soulmates, no joking.)

The doctor was determined to make Sherlock a nice proper meal. He didn't cook often, but he ought to get better at it, he can't keep ordering takeout with a kid at home. What if Rosie will never eat anything homemade?! That could end up into an embarrassing situation at a friend's house...

Lost in his thoughts he prepared his 'easy but fancy meal' (no, he hasn't googled this). He had ended up with Lasagna. The bechamél sauce was the difficult part about it, but he was confident it would work out. He heard the bell ring and - wiping his hands on the ridiculous apron Harry got him (it says 'BAMF' in pink, purple and blue colors on it. According to her that means 'bad ass motherfucker', which he thought was absurd, but, well, he didn't wanna get his shirt dirty) - he went to open the door for a very early Sherlock. Who has apparently just been in a massive fight.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock! What happened to you?"

"Idiot brought a knife to a gun fight. Still managed to cut me however, that imbecile."

"They cut you? How deep? Where? Let me see.", John Watson was in immediate doctor mode.

"Not that deep.", Sherlock said waving his hnd dismissively.

"Oh no! We are not doing this! Go sit down somewhere, I'll get my doctor's kit.", John commanded and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and get the kit.

When he came back, Sherlock was sitting on the couch, no coat and jacket on, limps spread out around him, right hand to his side, the blood running through his fingers.

"Jesus. Sherlock.", John was frozen for a second, anxiously staring at his friend, regretting he couldn't protect him anymore whenever he decided to run after a serial killer.

Then the feeling faded and with his usual professional tone he told Sherlock to take his shirt off. The great idiot detective sighed but obeyed. Meanwhile John put on surgical gloves and poured disinfectant onto a cotton ball. When he looked up and stared at his friend's freed stomach he gulped. Not because he hasn't seen worse, but because it was Sherlock who was the injured. What if he wouldn't get away so easily next time? John wasn't sure how he would take another one of Sherlock's funerals. A real one this time. Internally John shook himself and focused on his task.

"I'm gonna clean the wound and see if it needs stitches now.", John told his patient. When he started disinfecting, he heard Sherlock take in a sharp breath. That, and a few seconds of cleaning, made him realize, "Sorry, mate, but the wound is deep enough for sutures. I'm gonna call an amb-"

"No!", Sherlock immediately protested and his face was a mask of pain. "It's you or nothing at all."

John stared at him, he had done that often before, back in the days, but how could Sherlock still insist on John stitching him up? With a resigned sigh, because he knew there was no reason in arguing, he took off his gloves. "Alright, I'll get you some ice. It will help with the pain and the swelling."

When he came back, he sat back down and put on a fresh pair of gloves. "Listen. I hate you getting injured, and I am honored you let me have you stitch up but you will have to learn to do this yourself. I am not available 24/7 and I can't risk you passing out while having a fever dream from the blood loss, simply because you refuse to seek medical attention like a child. So you gonna watch, listen, hell- observe while I am doing this. You got me?"

Sherlock had a neutral facial expression, but stared deep into John's eyes. "Yes, sir."

"You already know who is in charge here, that's a good start.", John smirked. Then their eyes met and just how it always has been, there was a connection between the two men which took actual willpower to break. When they did, John started explaining, "Step one: sanitize and examine the wound. Deeper than half an inch? Sutures are needed.

"Step two: if the wound is swollen, ice it.", John nodded at the ice on Sherlock's stomach, while he disinfected the needle and thread.

"This will provide a numbness as well. Helpful, when there's no local anasthetics available."

"Step three, actually- step zero: wash hands, and wear gloves to prevent infection. Always wash your hands and wear gloves, hear me?", John fixed his gaze on Sherlock. The detective was determined to show no pain but he couldn't fool John. A simple nod satisfied John.

"Good. Step three: Disinfect needle and thread and the rest of the equipment. I use a needle holder, to ensure no infections will occur. Holding it with your hand may easily cause them." John was glad Sherlock had his voice to focus on. That he had given that genius brain something to fixate on, to save into a room or a file or whatever in his mind palace with every little detail. Because the stitches - even with the ice - are gonna add another pain level.

"Step four: with your forceps" - John grabbed them - "check the skin and determine what needs to be done.", John did as he was explaining, wishing he had a mask to further protect Sherlock from a possible infection.

"Step five: punctuate the skin and make sure the needle penetrates the skin up to 0.5cm, exit on the other side of the wound. The needle needs to be held perpendicular to the skin and you rotate your hands clockwise.", when the needle sank into Sherlock's skin, his patient groaned in pain. "For this you'll need to release the needle holder by pulling it right with your ring finger-", John did as he was explainig. "-and pushing it left with your thumb.

"Step six: hold the needle holder and pull the thread. Leave 3-5cm on the side of the wound. Step seven: hold the thread with your right - in your case left - hand and wrap it around the tip of the needle holder. Catch hold of the thread on the left of the wound using the needle holder. Make the wrapped thread pass out of the needle holder and tie it around the loose thread and then cut the excess thread.", John was glad Sherlock was a genius because when he had first learned this, he still had had a million questions.

Satisfied John looked at his work. "This was it - you had made a secure knot. Now, step eight: repeat this process by moving up the wound about 0.6cm to perform the next suture."

Sherlock was making pained noises while John performed step eight. "Do you think you can focus on my hands and describe what I am doing? Might be a good distraction.", the doctor suggested.

Sherlock gritted his teeth, nodded and did as he was told. Indeed, his pained sounds decreased and his observation-mode was turned on.

After a while John said, "There. Sutures are done. Now the final step is putting a sterilized pad and bandage on. Here, sit up."

Sherlock did and John wrapped the bandage around Sherlocks rib cage; tight but not too tight. His breath gave Sherlock's skin, that had broken out into a sweat during the suturing process, goosebumps. John followed them up... over side, arm, chest, nipple. John licked his lips. Then he cleared his throat and stood up. "I'll look for a shirt that will fit you. You hardly can wear that one over there." John pointed at the ripped and blood covered dressing shirt on the ground.

"Your clothing choice is a rather interesting one, too.", Sherlock countered, a hint of a raised eyebrow visible on his carefully controlled face.

For a second John was confused, but when he looked down at himself he remembered his 'BAMF' apron... John's eyes widened.

"Fucking hell!", he swore. John ran into a kitchen and already saw smoke coming through the oven. "THE LASAGNA!"

A bunch of further curses escaped John's mouth while he took the burnt piece of pasta out. Sherlock followed him into the kitchen. He leaned on the door frame crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Apparently bisexual Badass Motherfuckers can't cook.", he stated.

Waving around with a kitchen towel and opening a window to get rid of the smoke, John was busy with other things. But when Sherlock's words sank in he slowly turned around. "I'm sorry- what?", he asked incredulously.

Sherlock nodded at John's garment. "Your apron. It's in the bisexual pride colors."

With oven mittens on, palms up, John stared down at his apron. "Oh. Oh, Harry that absolute-"

"-genius lesbian with her evidently accurate observations regarding sexuality?", Sherlock finished, pushing himself off the wall. He slowly walked over to John.

"Hold on one second! How many times did i say I am not-"

"-Gay? No, but bisexual you are, my dear Watson.", with that Shelock stood in front of him, his upper body only wearing a bandage John had put on him only a moment ago.

The blogger shook his hands in denial. "I- I am not..."

But he didn't get further because Sherlock pressed his lips against his and John forgot what he wanted to say. Soft, cupid bowed lips, rested against chapped, thin lips. Until John pulled back and stared at a rather precarious Sherlock. And without another thought he ripped his oven mittens off and clasped his hands around this face, this familiar beautiful face and kissed Sherlock again. He was moving on pure instinct, none of this was his brain's doing, it was all his body's. It knew what it had wanted for years and now wouldn't let the opportunity slip. They kissed and gasped and pulled and moaned. Until Sherlock hissed in pain, because John had eagerly pulled him close and it hurt his freshly sutured wound.

John loosened his grip and they let air drift between their bodies again. "I- you-", John tried.

"Harry and I might have a point?", Sherlock said with cocky grin.

John sighed, laughed, and let his forehead drop into his hand. "Yeah. I suppose you might."

They caught their eyes and then started giggling, like they did after their first case.

Sherlock's gaze fell on the burnt lasagna behind John. "Takeout?"

"Starving", John replied with a soft but genuine smile on his face.

---

this time i have to thank my lovely friend (lol are we even friends?!) @safedistancefrombeingsmart for 1. telling me that John can't cook and should teach Sherlock how to make proper stitches instead. And 2. for her genius photoshopoed bi-colored BAMF sweatshirt. This oneshot would have been a lot less fun without you. Thank you, smartin'! ;)

this part required a lot of research (as i am an absolute no-hoper at anything medical). i must admit i partly directly quoted from the site. check it out if you're interested!

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[average-pillow-user]

Here's a vague one shot where I project onto Sherlock heavily because of my caffeine addiction. Tw: for eating disorder mentions and also I know nothing about med school so any inaccuracies are totally my fault.

John, a pre-med student, who was well acquainted with caffeine as a stimulant, never thought he'd see the chemical abused in such a way. Presently he was watching as his flatmate, a rather eccentric chemistry major, crack open his sixth energy drink of the night.

"Haven't you had enough?" John asked after a moment of stunned silence stole his voice. Sure he used coffee flagrantly when his work got to be too much. But even he hadn't been this excessive.

Sherlock turned to him, eye bags prominent, collarbones jutting out of the very worn navy blue t-shirt hanging loosely on his body. John couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Sherlock eat something come to think of it. Immediately he kicked into Doctor mode, even though he wasn't technically a doctor yet. Was Sherlock plagued by an eating disorder? Was his body so thin naturally? Surely not.

"Don't you have a cadaver to study?" Sherlock quipped. He sipped from the energy drink, eyebrows quirked expectantly.

John rounded the table, trying to covertly take more of Sherlock in. His eyes were half lidded, cheeks hollow and jawline sharper than ever. He looked half dead there, sitting at his microscope with his back slumped. "We do more than study corpses Sherlock," He said.

"Where else are you going to get a willing study object."

John smiled a little, "The living make excellent 'study-objects' as you so crudely put it."

Without looking up from his microscope Sherlock shit back, "Are you studying me right now, John?"

John was a little taken aback, he knew his flatmate had heightened senses to some degree, which he assumed was a side effect of the autism Sherlock had mentioned in passing. That didn't prepare him to make up excuses for staring though.

"You look sick. When's the last time you slept?"

Sherlock shrugged, "Over what duration of time?"

John's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't like that answer."

"It wasn't an answer, it was a question John, do try and keep up," Sherlock muttered. John noticed briefly how his shoulders sagged a little bit more, how even though he was chugging his drink every few seconds, he was getting more and more lethargic.

"When's the last time you slept for eight hours?"

"Six years ago. It was a dreary Monday night. Mother had offered to take me clothes shopping in the morning," Sherlock explained, emptying the rest of the drink into his mouth and reaching for another one.

John slapped his hand away gently, "You really have had enough."

Sherlock met his eyes for the first time that night. And it was a glare that John was sure kill him if it had a knife. "I'm not tired."

"Yes you are, your breathing is incredibly slow, even though you've had nearly 1500 milligrams of caffeine. You're barely sitting up, and you keep almost falling asleep. We're going to bed." Before Sherlock could object, John had picked him up from under his arms and got him into a standing position.

"We?"

"Yes we, you're not stable enough to get up the stairs to your room even with my help. So we're going to sleep in my room," John said, watching rather smugly as Sherlock's face flushed.

John suspected that Sherlock would have protested more if he wasn't so tired. But getting the chem student into the soft linen bed was the hard part. After divesting himself of his shirt, John lay on his back furthest from Sherlock's already sleeping form. Sherlock had fallen asleep instantly upon falling onto the navy blue bed.

John slept well that night and he suspected Sherlock did too, because they ended up both sleeping through their alarms and being late for their classes.

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[fallenangellinwonderland]

let me share my BBC Sherlock plot, I'm not a planting himself face down onto the mattress, if someone wants to write it, tag me! I would read it!.

Reader is a teacher, and she has been dating Sherlock, he was mostly uses her because she knows something he wants, and as they hang out more frequently he realizes he is actually falling for her. Sherlock has been trying to solve a new case and the clues he is following leads him to a museum, whilst the reader takes her students to a trip to the same museum, and another teacher tags along because he is helping supervising and he can't help but flirt a little with the reader, and they bump into Sherlock and John, and knowing Sherlock he starts analyzing this other teacher because he is obviously jealous, and the reader is embarrassed and so is John as he apologizes for his behavior. I don't know how it would end... Maybe with reader and Sherlock talking in the living room saying how awkward that was and how he has to be more discreet with her teacher mates

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[high-functioning-lokipath]

Sherlock BBC Masterlist

Sherlock Oneshots:

Watson!Reader x Holmes Brothers (Non-poly relationship) - The Sign of 3

Star Trek & Sherlock BBC X-Over - Sherlock, John, Spock, & Leonard - Prompt: You should meet my friend he's more irritating than yours

Songfic! One-sided!John x Reader, Sherlock x reader - Someone Like You

Irene Adler & nemesis!reader, Sherlock x reader - Prompt: "You should sleep." "I'm not human, therefore I do not require sleep."

SH - Sherlock x Watson!reader - Strangers Like Me

SH - Sherlock & Anderson Frenemies - Title: Because We're Frenemies, We Like Disliking One Another - Words: 1,000 (how did I do that?) NO READER CHARACTER

SH - Platonic!Sherlock x reader - Piss Off - Long Drabble: 753

SH - Sherlock & Greg Friendship - Prompt: How Greg and Sherlock First Met - Words: 1,637

SH - Sherlock & Mycroft Friendship/Brotherly Bonding - Prompt: Holmes brothers as kids, Myc being a good brother, playing the deduction game

SH - Sherlock x Depressed!Reader - With a Little Help from My Friends - Words: 2,793

SH - Sherlock x Reader - Request: Sherlock realizing he has a crush on you while he's talking aloud

John Watson x Reader

Songfic! One-sided!John x Reader, Sherlock x reader - Someone Like You

John x Holmes!Reader - Prompt: "No, you have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one"

John Watson x Reader - Better Late Than Never

Sherlock Multi-chapter:

ReverseLock - Torry & Erin OC's

How to Cosplay at Work Without Anyone Noticing: Sherlock Edition!

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[hellobitches990]

" A message will not arrive"

One shot :- holmes x watson

Sherlock Holmes has been in hiding for months.

His fake death allowed him to disappear into the shadows and out of reach of his worst enemies

"Jim Moriarty"

But it also meant that he was separated from the one person who was always there for him,

his dear doctor and partner, Dr. John Watson.

As days turn into weeks and weeks into months,

Holmes finds himself increasingly overwhelmed by his loneliness and longing for his friend and his first and only love.

He longed for Watson's warm, comfortable company

Where he understood him from a mere look, and his unique intelligence,

And his unwavering loyalty.

He missed their conversations and adventures together.

one evening, As he sat alone in his lair,

Holmes decided to drop his guard and send a letter to Watson.

He knew it was risky, but he couldn't bear the thought of never communicating with a fellow of his age again.

Or even explain things to him

In the letter, he poured out all his heart's content,

Tell him how much he loved him and how much he misses him now, and how much he regrets the pain he caused him.

How he longs to see him

And embrace him in his arms again.

When he finished writing the letter,

Holmes was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of despair...

He knew his enemies were still there,

and that his return would endanger Watson again.

He couldn't bear the thought of putting his partner in danger, not after everything he'd already been through.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands,

Holmes tore up the letter, ripping his heart out with it

And he threw it aside.

He buried his face in his palms and wept.

Tears flowed from his eyes until it soaked his shirt

He cried - for the first time in his life - until he felt his lungs running out of air

The idea that he might never see him again hurt him

The pain in his heart was a constant reminder of the love he had lost, and the tears were a testament to his grief and the pain of his separation from Watson.

Hours later, as he lay in his bed,

Holmes knew he had made the right decision,

But that brought him little relief.

He always loved Watson,

and always misses him, always feeling the pain of their separation.

But he also knew that his love for Watson would keep him going strong, even in the darkest of times,

And he knows that one day, somehow,

They will reunite again.

He swore then that he would never allow any creature to separate him from Watson's side again

♡

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