I have questions about you, our lovely followers! Just, basic things relating to the wonderful world of BBC Sherlock.
-Alright, first question, Hamish. Now, is he Sherlock’s or John’s? Or are you guys for mpreg?
-Next question (mpreg people excluded, sorry), who is Hamish’s mother? Was there anything romantic there, or was she just a surrogate? Points and reasons please.
-Any interesting theories or head canons you have? How did Sherlock survive in your mind? Any habits the two, or any persons relating to Sherlock, have?
-Big one here, favorite crossover? Wholock? Superwholock? I’ve even got a Titanic crossover with them so I want to hear your quirkiest ideas here.
-Any unpopular opinions on them?
-Sexuality, is Sherlock asexual? Is John Bisexual? Or maybe Hetrosexual biromantic?
-Ship either of them with anyone else? Mary or Irene or Molly or, even Moriarty?
And any other questions you can think of! I really, really want to know these things. Go on anon, don’t go on anon, please don’t be shy, really.
Do you SEE that last gif? Sherlock smiles at John SO adorably, and John isn’t even looking. Remember TGG, when Sherlock’s trying to get Molly to let him see a body in the morgue? He’s all smiley and flirty, and the split second she looks away, his face shifts back into impassive impatience. Here, it’s the opposite. He’s straight-faced and “normal” when John’s looking at him, and the second he looks down at the coffee, Sherlock’s true emotions come out in a goofy smile and a little up-and-down eye flick. OH MY HEART.
I’m ignoring that he’s trying to drug him here because it’s so cute.
“Want to cuddle?”
Oh god Martin your face it’s the cutest thing ever stop it.
WANT TO CUDDLE!?
Sherlock tilted his head to the side to find John staring at him almost pitifully. He sighed. ”John. You’re doing that thing again.”
The army doctor arched an eyebrow at his housemate, who was currently sprawled across the couch.. “What thing, Sherlock?”
“You know what I mean. That thing. With your eyes,” Sherlock snapped, but somehow his tone softened unintentionally. It was starting to work already.
“Your specificity never fails to amaze me,” John replied smoothly with a roll of his eyes.
“The upward tilt of your eyebrows is completely obvious. You’re pitying me. I told you, John. I’m married to my work. Is it honestly that surprising that I’ve never…cuddled?” Even the word seemed foreign on his tongue.
“I suppose, in retrospect, it isn’t, considering it’s you we’re talking about,” John said as he leaned back, sighing. “It’s really not that bad, though. Think of it as an experiment.”
Sherlock frowned. That did seem a bit more interesting. He had heard that cuddling had a direct impact on endorphins. Perhaps the surge of endorphins would help him more than the patches. He had read up on cuddling, and it seemed fairly simple. John had been hinting toward it for weeks now. Finally, he nodded and turned on his side, waving his hand toward John. “Just once.”
John sat, frozen for a second. He didn’t think Sherlock would actually accept the offer.
“We don’t have all day, John,” Sherlock said impatiently.
Finally, John got up out of his armchair and crossed to where Sherlock was lying down, hesitantly clambering onto the sofa as well, his back to Sherlock. “I think this might be a bit too small,” he said.
“I thought physical intimacy was crucial to cuddling. That’s what they said on the website,” Sherlock said, his breath brushing lightly against the back of John’s neck, sending tingles down his spine.
“You looked up cuddling?”
“I do my research,” he said, slinging an arm around John’s waist and pressing his nose to the nape of his neck.
John closed his eyes and leaned into Sherlock. They seemed to fit almost perfectly together.
“I believe this is called spooning,” Sherlock murmured. “Why would they call it spooning? There is nothing remotely spoon-like about this process.” He frowned as he felt John’s shoulders shake slightly. “John, are you laughing?”
“No,” John choked out, but it was clear that John Watson was laughing.
“I see nothing funny about it,” Sherlock said.
John turned on his other side so that he was facing Sherlock, nearly falling off the sofa in the process. “Sherlock, when you cuddle, you don’t analyze the cuddle. You just…cuddle.”
Sherlock frowned, confused. “No analyzing?” Was it even possible not to analyze something?
“Not of the cuddle. Not while your cuddling, anyway.” John said, becoming uncomfortably aware of how very close they were. Sherlock never was one for personal space, but this was close, even for him.
Sherlock opened his mouth as if to argue before closing it and pulling John closer, resting his chin on the top of his head. John rested his head against Sherlock’s chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. He was starting to get slightly drowsy. Who would have thought that Sherlock would be so warm?
The detective rubbed small circles into the small of John’s back, frowning. He had hugged Mrs. Hudson before and felt nothing. However, his mind was clearer now than it had been earlier. It was oddly peaceful. Not the boring, hateful, everyday peaceful. A special kind of peaceful, and for once, the great consulting detective had no real way to describe it.
However, he was certain of one thing.
John was infinitely better than the patches.
I mean, it was cute and adorable and I was “d’aw”ing throughout the whole thing and then I accidentally decided to open the above reaction gif before finishing the story. And I died.
reblogging again for the ficlet and the gif.
Deleted old post, re-blogging again so you all can read this darling fic.
um hope that helps
I know many of you lovelies are Cumberbitches and know where links are to many of his wonderful works. Now, can any of you point me to a link for Cabin Pressure? I’ve found one, but it’s missing the first half of the pilot episode and the first half of the second so I’m left a bit confused.
Please, you’ll be rewarded handsomely~!
Look in the inbox~
OK! I know my friend JB will LOVE this…she hates Twilight so much XD
http://vk.com/sherlock_bbc_slash <—-source :)
Oh my god, this is perfect, the artist is perfect, you are perfect, AB, for finding this!!
Ahahha! I thought you would have liked this! :D
so basically Sherlock is
turned onso proud of his badass John
:3 SO MUCH WANT!
In case any of you wanted to know, we’re watching Hugo, and it is fantastic. Truly wonderful.
This is not relevant to the blog but we love it so much we’re making an exception because Asa Butterfield looks so much like a young Benedict Cumberbatch (If you’ve seen any of dramatis-echo’s fanfiction shorts then you’ll know what we mean)
That is all.
-JB and AB