Come on, who’d want me for a flatmate?
my gay detective friend with a raging military kink and an affinity for men who dress like his dad god he’s gonna love you
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I wrote this for thescienceofjohnlock. Sorry it came out a bit more smut then fluff.
Country Christmas – Out in the country for a case, Sherlock and John aren’t going to get home tonight.
teaser below the cut
John leaned against Sherlock’s shoulder, arms folded and nodding off. The train station was cold, but the case was solved and Baker Street awaited them. Sherlock’s fingers danced over his mobile. John couldn’t be arsed to care, looking forward to his warm bed.
Suddenly Sherlock was on his feet, tugging John up. Yawning, he let himself be pulled. “What is it?”
“The train is delayed until morning. We’ve got a room nearby.” Sherlock took his hand and led him out of the empty station.
John couldn’t help but smile, still getting used to the comfortable sensation of the gloved hand in his. The cold shocked him awake as the door opened, snow chasing their heels.
“You never dress warm enough,” muttered Sherlock, pulling his scarf free and wrapping it around John’s neck. It smelled like the detective and John couldn’t help but smile against it.
It was a short walk, stars twinkling overhead in a way they never could in London. Sherlock let go of his hand to go to the counter, returning after a moment with a key. John followed him up the stairs and into a small room that had little more than a crackling fireplace and a large bed.
Sherlock grabbed the front of the scarf and pulled John into a kiss, licking the lingering cold from his lips. John moaned, the rest of his body heat rushing decidedly south.
Titanic and The Bodyguard vs SHERLOCK BBC
I just don’t understand, why someone still can’t see how very romantic Sherlock is.
All parallel scenes, and all the expressions on their faces …
I reject the idea that I was dreaming! This is not my imagination. This is what really happening on television…
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
So, one of my great pains in life is that there are 90340 bad film adaptations of Hounds, and I’ve only come across five film versions of Holmes’ and Watson’s meeting. (“Five?” you say. Yes. Counting Elementary, Great Mouse Detective, the Soviet series, Young Sherlock Holmes, and BBC).
I would do terrible things for a Victorian, English speaking (THE RUSSIAN ONE IS AMAZING THOUGH) meet cute, preferably with Study in Scarlet (Peter Cushing’s is set in the middle of their partnership, agony!).
Anywho, the past couple days I’ve been watching the Ronald Howard Series from the 50’s and I must say I really enjoy it, better than I ever liked Rathbone- and. it. has. meet cute.
This is one of the agonies I’ve had to suffer through, too. I think the biggest problem is that they were so young when they first met, that by the time most actors get around to playing Holmes and Watson, they’re already well into their thirties or forties.
That being said, can you imagine if Granada had managed to do Study in Scarlet age appropriate meet cute?
loudest-subtext-in-television:
Scenes without background music: Handcuffs
#JOHN’S PANTING#HE’S LITERALLY ABOUT TO ORGASM THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE IM EVAPOrATING
Man this is so intense and fucked up without the music. Especially the beginning. Like we all pretty much feel like TRF is fucked up but this feels like HLV levels of fucked up to me right now
