john i need a doctor

  • *the morgue*
  • John: *waiting*
  • Sherlock: *enters*
  • John: *annoyed* At last! I've been here half an hour. Where the hell have you been?
  • Sherlock: *removes his magnifying glass* Bathroom *examining the corpse*
  • John: *raises an eyebrow* For half an hour.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • John: *nods* Right. Sure *pauses* so how's Molly?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *quietly* She's fine.

I can’t freaking believe they cast Arthur Darvill as a time traveler in Legends of Tomorrow.

But now that they have, I really freaking need a crossover where Rip Hunter, Malcom Merlyn, and Dinah Lance end up in a scene together. And there to be this awkward moment where they all just kind of squint at each other in brief confusion. Or Rip to ask Dinah if he knows her. And she shrugs and says “Maybe we have the same doctor or something.”

i-believe-i-am-your-doctor  asked:

I am curious to know...Why is it that Sherlock loves John specifically? Like, I understand that John is accepting of Sherlock's quirks and such where other people are not, and that he fits in with Sherlock's military kink, but other than that, why does Sherlock love John over, say, Lestrade?

OH GOSH. Okay I’m trying to not answer this with just “BECAUSE JOHN!!!” and flooding this post with hundreds of John pics, it’s very difficult (though I can’t say the same about my followers… a lot of them are Martin thirsters so you may be thrown a few hundred pics)

TRYING to put on my meta hat here and focus, heh. I’ve mention numerous times that I read Sherlock as demi, so right off the bat I can tell you that I don’t think Sherlock generates any sort of affection to people unless he feels a bond with them. Mrs Hudson, for instance, Sherlock sees as a mother figure, someone who protects and loves him unconditionally.

So what about men in his life, then? Why is John different than Lestrade? Possibly Sherlock had been hurt emotionally in his past by a man, and building trust for them may take him more time. Or it could be something as simple as John ticking off every little check box that Sherlock likes physically about men (military bearing, doctor, short, blond, handsome face). I think it’s more than that, though: When Sherlock met Lestrade, he was a mess, possibly high as a kite. Sherlock at the time probably saw him as a threat or just as dumb as the rest of the Yarders. Somewhere along the way, they probably came to a mutual understanding – stay off drugs and I’ll keep you in cases – and eventually Lestrade came to care about Sherlock like a father figure for Sherlock. Sherlock respects Lestrade for this, but nothing more beyond a work-friendship.

I have a feeling, though, that a lot of people in Sherlock’s life just never gave him a chance, or lied to get what they wanted out of him and turned on him immediately because he was a “freak”. John is different. In the beginning it was because Sherlock, I think, deduced John was suicidal, possibly saw a bit of himself in John’s sadness. Despite what everyone might think, Sherlock genuinely loves helping people and turning their life around; seeing this broken man walk into the lab and deducing he had earlier contemplated suicide just was not good. Sherlock knew what it was like to feel lonely and forgotten, and he thought MAYBE he could help, that MAYBE this sad man will tolerate him and his lifestyle. To his surprise, it turned into so much more: John called him “fantastic” when others told him to “piss off”. John went to rescue Sherlock even after abandoning him. John took the time to get to know Sherlock and genuinely enjoyed his company. John lets Sherlock BE HIMSELF and DOESN’T JUDGE HIM for being quirky and brilliant. His quirks and brilliance are things John genuinely like about Sherlock; I don’t think Sherlock has ever had that before. It blows his mind, he must keep this one and try not to fuck it up.

And John willingly offered to die with Sherlock. That kind of loyalty did way too much to his heart, so much so that he had no idea how to deal with those feelings.

John is special because John knows Sherlock is special. And Sherlock developed an attraction to John because he felt safe, loved, and cared for with John in his life. It’s too bad that he loved him so much he willingly died for John and ruined what could have been.

But Sherlock I think is trying his hardest to fix things. He’s only human.

And let’s be real: Sherlock is so hung up on John… I mean THIS IS HOW HE FANTASIZES JOHN.

GORGEOUS. Stupidly beautiful. Brave. Pretty damned smart. And if you want to be SUPER TECHNICAL? The best man speech itself is just a mind palace thing because Sherlock is telling it, and DAMN John:

I mean, all of S3 is in Sherlock’s POV, and just…

Okay I better stop now. But I can’t say the same about my followers *cough*hint hint nudge*cough*. 

But yes. It’s only ever going to be John for Sherlock. 

When you’re practically about to rewrite Supernatural in an AU of criminals with the Reader in it. Make Dean the hotest and most fearless detective there is out there because… I love the suits a little too much, and then-

And then that tiny idea pops up in my mind and I can’t shake it off as much as I want to. And there is that voice in my head saying this, over and over again that I finally know… it’s not just a voice, it’s-

I KNOW JOHN!!!… But I can’t help it, I am so sorry. I mean, there are psychos and guns and one of the most dangerous criminals coming after (Y/n), there will be fighting and… we’re gonna need a doctor, right? DO YOUR JOB, JOHN!!! 

Oh I am sure Sherlock is gonna love to solve this crime! Especially if I connect it to the last episode of season four!

I know I am. I just got to watch Sherlock, and you know I had sworn I won’t get obsessed with another fandom, aka write stories about it and crossovers and whatnot, but oh well here we go again.

Hello Detective (Sherlock Imagine) Chapter 4

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Your name: submit What is this?

          The next morning you woke up early and showered. You straightened your hair, applied a little bit of makeup, and got dressed. After slipping into your grey pencil skirt, a light blue blouse, and a nude jacket, you looked for shoes. After slipping on a little jewelry you found some great, plain, light blue, pointed heels, and were ready to go. You grabbed your purse, locked the door, and went to hail a cab.

          Once you arrived at Scotland Yarde you met Lestrade, who was ushering people into a conference room. He was middle aged, had greying hair, and was fairly tall. He told you to stand in the back of the conference room and in a few hours everything should make sense. “After that if you still have any questions, feel free to ask.” He said with a smile.
          The first press conference was starting, and you were standing in the back, leaning against the wall. The woman speaking, Margaret Patterson, had just lost her husband. One of the murder/suicides. “My husband was a happy man, who lived life to the full. He loved his family and his work. And that he should have taken his own life like this was a mystery and a shock to all that knew him.” She read from a piece of paper. Very heartfelt, coming from a woman whose husband just died. She can’t even speak from her heart, cares too much about her image.
          Your eyes scanned the room, falling on a blonde woman leaning against the window on the side of the room. She was crying more than the wife: Affair. She must have been the secretary or PA.
          The next press conference was scheduled to start soon. Lestrade and another detective, Donovan, we’re going to be answering questions to reporters about these strings of suicides.
          “The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Phillimore. In the light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked,” Donovan said. Linked? Suicides can’t be linked. Sherlock was right, they weren’t suicides, they had to be murders. Donovan continued, “The investigation is ongoing, but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now.”
          Lestrade looked slightly upset, almost like he knew something was wrong here. “Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?” A reporter asked.
          “Well, they all took the same poison. Um, they were all found in places they had no reason to be. None of them had shown any prior intentions…” Lestrade was cut off by the reporter.
          “But you can’t have serial suicides.” He said, and he was right.
          “Well, apparently you can.” Lestrade said, annoyed.
          “These three people, there’s nothing that links them?” Another reporter asked.
          “There’s no link that we’ve found yet but… We’re looking for it, there has to be one.” Lestrade said.
           Suddenly everyone’s phones started beeping even yours. It was a mass text.


          “If you’ve all got texts, please ignore them.” Donovan said.
          “It just says ‘Wrong’.” The first reporter said.
          “Yeah, well, just ignore that. If there are no more questions for Detective Inspector Lestrade, I’m going to bring this session to an end.” Donovan said.
          “If they’re suicides, what are you investigating?” Another reporter asked.
          “As I say, these suicides are clearly linked. Um. It’s an unusual situation, we’ve got our best people investigating.” Lestrade said, sort of flustered. You could tell this case wasn’t putting him in a good mood. Everyone’s phones beep again.


          You cracked a smile. You knew exactly who was sending these texts. Sherlock.
          “Is there any chance that these are murders? And if they are, is this the work of a serial killer?” A female reporter asked.
          “I… I know you’d like writing about these, but these do appear to be suicides,” Lestrade said, “We know the difference. The poison was clearly self administered.”
         "Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe?“ She asked again.
          "Well, don’t commit suicide,” Lestrade said. Donovan whispered something to him and he continued speaking, “Obviously this is a frightening time for people, but all anyone has to do is exercise reasonable precautions. We are all as safe as we want to be.”
          Everyone’s phones buzzed again.


         You quickly send a text to Sherlock.

You think you’re so clever don’t you?

- Y/N

          “Thank you.” Lestrade said, ending the session. Donovan followed him and the three of us got our coats to leave.
          “You’ve got to stop him doing that. He’s making us look like idiots.” Donovan whined. You guess she knew Sherlock too.
          “If you can tell me how he does it, I’ll stop him.” Lestrade said annoyed.
We had just got word that there had been another suicide/murder. Lestrade knew it was time to get Sherlock’s help, considering this one left a note. The two of us drove to Sherlock’s flat, leaving Donovan and Anderson at the crime scene.
          “Where?” Sherlock said the moment Greg and I walked in the room.
          “Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.” Lestrade said.
          “What’s new about this one? You wouldn’t have come to get me if it wasn’t something different.” Sherlock said, he was good.
          “This one left a note. Will you come?” You asked him.
          “Who’s on Forensics?” Sherlock asked.
          “It’s Anderson.” Lestrade said.
          “Anderson won’t work with me.” Sherlock whined.
          “Well, he won’t be your assistant.” Greg said.
          “I need an assistant.” Sherlock whined again.
          “John was an army doctor, he can be your assistant. Will you come?” You asked again.
          “How did you…? Did he tell you that?” John asked, confused.
          “What? No. Will you come Sherlock?” You asked again.
          “Not in a police car, I’ll be right behind.” Sherlock agreed. He walked closer to you and whispered in your ear. “And to answer your question: Yes, I do.” He said referring to your previous text. You laughed.
          “Thought so. Thank you.” You said, leaving with Lestrade.
          Sherlock literally jumped with joy. “Brilliant! Yes!” He yelled. “Ah! Four serial suicides, and now a note. Oh, it’s Christmas. Mrs. Hudson I’ll be late. Might need some food.”
          “I’m your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper.” The sweet old lady said.
           "Some thing cold will do. John, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don’t wait up!“ He yelled opening the door.
           "Look at him, dashing about… My husband was just the same. But you’re more the sitting down type, I can tell. I’ll make you that cuppa, you rest your leg.” Mrs. Hudson said.
          “Damn my leg. Sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s just sometimes this bloody thing.” John said tapping his leg with his cane.
          “I understand dear, I’ve got a hip.” She said sweetly.
          “Cup of tea would be lovely. Thank you.” John said again.
          “Just this once, dear, I’m not your housekeeper.” She said.
         "And a couple of biscuits too, if you’ve got 'em.“
         "Not your housekeeper!” She yelled back.
         Sherlock came back. “She’s right. You’re a doctor. Any good?”
         "Very good.“ John said standing.
        "Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths.” Sherlock said.
        “Enough for a lifetime.” He replied.
        “Want to see some more?” Sherlock asked.
        “Oh, God, yes.” John said, following Sherlock down the stairs.
        “Sorry Mrs. Hudson, I’ll skip the tea. Off out.”
        “Both of you?” She asked.
        “Impossible suicides? Four of them? There’s no point sitting at home when there’s finally something fun going on!” Sherlock kissed Mrs. Hudson’s cheek.
        “Look at you, all happy. It’s not decent. This isn’t about that new American detective is it? She’s very pretty Sherlock.” Mrs. Hudson said.
        “Good bye Mrs. Hudson.” Sherlock said, ignoring her comment about you. “The game is on!”
        Sherlock and John got in a taxi to follow you to the crime scene. On the trip over, Sherlock proved how he knew so much about John and his brother.


chapter 4 yay! still note sure waht the deal is with the insert your name thing ( works sometimes for me and sometimes it doesnt) enjoy and like and share and spread this to your other fandom friends.

* also I just added a picture of her outfit that I made on polyvore. I love it so I hope you do too!

They really think we’re stupid


Gatiss: I loved The Private Life of Serlock Holmes. We see Holmes falling in love with Watson *sobs*. This was my childhood, it created me, this is the template™ for everything in Sherlock *ugly crying*. It is just. so. perfect. and it guides my soul.

Moffat: Sherlock and John aren’t in love. Now, excuse me, I need to write for Doctor Who.

*creates Vastra and Jenny, two lesbian characters (one is a lizard) who, for some unknown reason inspired Doyle who based Holmes and Watson (I suppose Sherlock is a lizard).”

I’m gonna make them kiss, sorry, “share oxygen”. A big smooch everyone will see. In cinema. With high resolution.

Seriously, where did we get the idea Mofftiss headcanon them as in love with each other?