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. 

They really think we’re stupid

MOFFTISS: OH GOD, WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY YOU SICK PEOPLE!!!! JOHN AND SHERLOCK! ARE! NOT! IN! LOVE! HOW MANY TIMES WILL WE NEED TO SCREAM IT! hOw ManY F***iNG tiMeS?

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?

Hello Detective (Sherlock Imagine) Chapter 4

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20   Part 21   Part 22   Part 23   Part 24   Part 25   Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34   Part 35   Part 36   Part 37   Part 38  Part 39   Part 40     Part 41   Part 42   Part 43   Part 44   Part 45   Part 46   Part 47   Part 48   Part 49  Part 50  Part 51  Part 52  Part 53 Part 54  Part 55   Part 56  Part 57  Part 58 Part 59 Part 60

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.

Wrong!

          “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.

Wrong! 

          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.

Wrong!

         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!

Unexpected situations  / JOHNLOCK.

My contribution to fandom-Johnlock as usual with all my pleasure.

Warning: somewhat explicit sexual content.

Thanks for reading, I send my best wishes. 

Ligia. 

………………………………………….. .. 

Married life seemed to have fallen well to Sherlock Holmes, his days and nights beside the good Doctor Watson was most incredible. 

Like any marriage had its ups and downs, but always John knew how to remedy the situation and the Detective, he had learned to be patient and tolerant of different situations. 

A weekend in which the D. I. Lestrade had no case to Sherlock, by the orders of John, asked him to organize a stack of books and papers that had scattered around the room, and as a good husband he did. 

While settled the books, he ran into the album the day of his wedding and honeymoon. Photographs touched him deep in his heart … The wedding was perfect, the ceremony, the reception, the journey to Paradise  Cancun (Mexican Beach), everything reminded him how happy he was to side of John, the man what supplementing its world. 

Suddenly, memories of those nights filled with romance, passion, eroticism and wild sex, came like lightning to his head … Making love with John was most beautiful thrill and that there could be. Getting off his cloud of ecstasy, Sherlock was moaning, sweating and with an erection beginning to pain under his pants … He had to do something about it … 

John was reading the newspaper sitting in his usual chair when he saw the image of his husband in front of him. 

Sherlock: - “John I need your urgent assistance. I really… I need you ” - 

John: - “What happens? God, you’re sweating and hot, and your face is red!!” - 

Sherlock: -. “ I’m  not sick… you see I was ordering the room and I came across our wedding album and view photos unintentionally I figured those moments where you and I …well your know” - 

John: - “Oh, I see …” - 

Sherlock: - “I could not  with this John, this has gotten out of control and  is you fault” - 

John: - “Had not you complained before…” - 

Sherlock: - “No I’m complaining .. It just…” - 

John: - “So?” - 

Sherlock: - “Oh good Doctor Watson, I need your assistance please, I beg  you, this is an Unexpected situation” - 

John: - “Ah, I see you have a slight problem down there, well honey I will gladly help you, I will do everything you ask.” - 

Minutes later, they were making love in the living room. Without shame they let out all sorts of obscene noises that soon flooded the department. Unaware of the time, in the hall Mycroft Holmes was waiting to talk to his younger brother. 

Mycroft: -“Ms. Hudson  I think it will be impossible to talk to my dear brother today, better get back another time” - 

Mrs. Hudson: -. “I think it will be the best, when John and Sherlock get "the romantic mood” is difficult to know when  they will be available" - 

Mycroft: - “Mrs. Hudson, you are a Saint, I never undestand how can you hold those two” - 

Mrs. Hudson: -. “Live and let live, that’s my motto dear. Want me to give some message to Sherllock.?” - 

Mycroft: - “Do not worry,  I will go back another time, good night Mrs. Hudson with permission.” - 

Mrs.Hudson: - “Good night dear." 

END

Ligia Pach Jara

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