The Personal Tumblr of John Watson

My name is John Watson. I am an experienced medical doctor recently returned from Afghanistan. I live with Sherlock Holmes at 221B Bakers Street. Feel free to ask me anything or if you have a case you can post here and I will let Sherlock know. {This account accepts all OCs, OCCs and canon characters from all fandoms. }

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Danger Night

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Normally, Sherlock would have moved out of the way of the sudden attack but this time he obviously hadn’t seen it coming and found himself being propelled backwards onto the floor and with a thud. It hurt. “John! What on earth are you doing!” Sherlock shouted and he would have happily waved his arms about but there was a lump in the shape of John Watson on top of him and they didn’t look like they were moving anytime soon. “Are you completely insane!”

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For a moment John wondered if he had misjudged the situation. With a frown he sat up slightly being sure to not move enough that he thought Sherlock could get away. "You're... Well- you were acting strange. Very strange." Furrowing his brow John added, "If I had to say- i would think it was you who had gone insane. Barking about and acting so twitchy and suspicious. What was I suppose to do."

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Growing up | 221bjohn

It had been a massively busy week at school, doing some moc GCSE exams as well as tons of homework and gymnastic and the other sports that Sam had signed up for. It presented him with after school work and also meant that trips to their dads could happen ofter due to how late they tended to finish school, sometimes not to at east eight at night. It also offered new friendships and rather recently, something more. But Sam was a little unsure of where to take it or what to do and it scared him a little. Just because he was fourteen and he had never really kissed anyone nor let anyone be near him like couples were. But he wanted let this person do that. The only person he knew that the could talk about this stuff with was his dad.

Sam finished the after school karate class and got changed, he headed on the tube to his dads flat and waited outside for someone to come and let him in. It was a little late to go back to his mums and he was hoping that his dad might let him stay on the sofa. But he needed to talk to them first.

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With a yawn John was just putting down his medical journal and was just stretching when he heard the doorbell go off. He waited for a moment expecting to hear Mrs Hudson heading for the door before tsking himself. Mrs Hudson was away at her stitching club. He heaved himself up and headed down to the front door. Cracking the door open John asked, "Yes? What is it?" 

Once he actually looked at who was before him John smiled, "Oh Sam? I wasn't expecting you. Did we have a visit planned? I have to say that I did forget if we did, I'm sorry." Sheepishly John rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while racking his head for if they had a visit planned.

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A sudden connection

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"My favorite type of gent" Dominick spoke quietly, it was still the morning and anyone who was sane was still asleep - Dominick was just in a bubble of teenage dreams and giggles about how wonderful everything was this morning. He felt young again. He felt great. They left the bedroom with great care and if Dom had been feeling a bit fitter then he would have expected to have run to the bathroom, giggling about how funny the whole thing was and make more noise than was expected. How silly really, but that was it, he felt silly.

"John, would you like to, I mean, you don’t have too but I would very much like to make lunch for you and-" he stopped talking and stood behind john, kissing their shoulder blade, "-would you like to join me at my place" it wasn’t like there wasn’t anyone there to surprise them either and Dominick wanted John to just relax and not have to worry about a flatmate seeing them or having to run across hallways. Though it had been rather fun to do that. Sprinkles of hot water flicked out of the head and Dominick could feel the warmth. He removed anything that might get wet that shouldn’t and waited for John.

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"Hmm?" John hummed questioningly as Dominick seemed to stutter over his words. A smile crossed his lips as he felt Dominick's lips press a soft kiss onto his shoulder blade. It was fantastic that John didn't feel as self-conscious as he usually does. Glancing over his shoulder John grinned happily, "I'd- I'd would love that." Ignoring the bath for a moment, John turned to face Dominick and grin. "I know I don't have to but you can bet I want to." Leaning close John placed a soft kiss to Dominick's cheek feeling flattered. With a wink he added, "Especially if it means I might chance seeing you in an apron."

With a last peck to Dominick's lips John turned back to the tub to check the water temperature. Once he had filled the tub John carefully hopped in. Maneuvering to make enough room for Dominick, John raised his hands and motioned for him to join him. "Come on in. The water is great." He stated with a bright grin.  

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John, I've shrunk myself.

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Sherlock shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault, John. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

At the query, Sherlock raised a brow. “Why? Hmm. I was wondering if I would be able to drown myself in a puddle of sheets and pillows on my bedroom.” He looked at the doctor’s open hand. “If you insist then,” and took a step going to John’s hand and went to sit at his palm.

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John lifted Sherlock, carefully. Letting out a chuckle he noted quietly, "Is that the big hypothesis that required you to shrink yourself? Can one drown in their sheets?"

Standing up John was sure to not shake his hand too much fearing the detective falling. Now that would be troublesome to explain to say the least.

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M!A: Blind!Sherly

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"Of course not, John." Sherlock couldn’t help but roll his eyes with his answer. "Why would I kid something like that the second time?" He couldn’t help but return John’s smile though. He looked extremely happy. "Can we go then? I honestly don’t want to see that doctor again, more importantly, right now. I love having only one doctor at my side." He said as he carefully stood.

Remembering something, he looked at John again almost worryingly. “Tell me what you see in my eyes. Did… they change color?”

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Letting out a soft scoff, John rolled his eyes once more, "Why wouldn't you kid about that a second time?" Glancing at the door with a tipped head John thought for a moment, "Well... technically we should stil wait but..." To be fair, that doctor had been rude and if Sherlock was fine then there was no real point in staying. Grinning John finally decided, "Sure, let's get out of here. Life too short to be wasted on dullard doctors. Especially if you can see and have a perfectly good one ready to blog about our next adventure." Gathering up his coat, John was readying himself to leave when Sherlock's question stopped him in his tracks.

"Changed colour?" John asked with a furrowed brow. "What ever do you mean?"

[221bjohn]

On Temporary Hiatus

Until April 23rd.

Please let me know if I owe you and I will get back to you after then.

Thanks,

-LM

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Unusual Behavior || Cat!Lock || 221bjohn

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"Aren’t you a bit noble with such words, John?" A faint chuckle escaped his lips as Sherlock’s fingers finally tracing his soft lips. Oh, how he wanted to kiss that lips again. With that thought he flushed again with heat still burning in his body. "You’ll know if you did. And you always have known. Do you have any idea how much you can do to me and still I won’t refuse any of it? That’s because I have so much trust in you that I know I’m in good hands." He whispered until he finally stepped away as his foggy thoughts begin to fade.

Clearing his throat, he finally remembered what they need to have that night. Or more specifically, what John need to have.

"So… dinner." The look on Sherlock’s seemed in contrast with the small smile he showed. The look that he wanted to say more but he simply let it be. "I’ll just clean myself up. You said we’ll have Chinese tonight." He turned and began to walk away gracefully, heading towards his bedroom across the kitchen with his tail up.

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John smiled at Sherlock's statement. Leaning into Sherlock's touch, John placed a soft kiss to Sherlock's fingertips, "If you want me to be noble then I'll be noble." 

Regretfully John let Sherlock slip way from his grasp. Without meaning to John kept a grasp on Sherlock until the last second. As Sherlock walked away John felt like he should say something. He couldn't leave it like this- Sherlock seemed so dejected.

With a small smile John shook his head, "I didn't- don't know that. I just don't want to make light of that trust. From what I've seen, your trust isn't something you give to just anyone so I'm not going to use that to get anything from you. I trust you to tell me what you want- until then I'm happy being your blogger." Looking a bit sheepish he added, "Though a kiss here or there would be nice."

Clearing his throat John scratched the back of his neck and said, "Right. Chinese. I'll order and then I'll help you clean up- it's the least I can do."

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New Faces | 221bjohn

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The spaghetti was wiped from William’s mouth with the back of his hand, Sherlock tried his hardest not to notice though with a guest he would soon have to deal with it. He had tried to at least teach the boy manners but they were a little rough around the edges and preferred to cause mischief than listen to how he should behave. Billy had focused his attention on the cane, he had seen men who were elderly have one and Sherlock had said a number of reasons why but the younger someone was, the harder it was to spot. Billy was only nine though, he was limited with what he could think of and Sherlock nearly always new the reasoning behind it. They were so clever. But unlike other children, Billy didn’t start prying for questions, instead, the man walked past and into the kitchen to look around.

Sherlock made a look to Billy that told him to stay out of the way and thus he did. He made sure he was well out of the way by sitting on the sofa. Though he was knelt up, to see what was happening in the kitchen.

"Your room is upstairs, at the top" Sherlock made a gesture behind him and then reversed the question in his mind. William had never really been mistaken for his on before so it was an odd sensation to say the least, "Oh, William? He isn’t my child. And sometimes yes and sometimes no, depending on late I woke, he tends to opt for the sofa or has the cabin bed" nobody seemed to mind, Billy didn’t at all, it was just his life. If Sherlock wasn’t back till the wee hours then he would have the bed or if he just fell asleep on the sofa, Sherlock would cover Billy with a blanket and not disturb them. Sleep where they drop. "So, what do you think of it, interested?"

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Glancing up the stairway John nodded to himself. Mentally he already started planning how to get his effects up to his room- that was if he decided to take them up on a room. He could hire someone to help but... he didn't feel like that was right. He hated to ask for help. It would take awhile but if John took an armload up he could move it all by himself.

As Sherlock spoke John cocked his head in curiosity, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed."John opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself for a moment and frowned. Finally he looked over at Sherlock and said, "I don't mean to pry but if he isn't your child then why does he live with you?" Scratching the back of his neck John leaned on his cane and grinned, "Well... It is a great deal. And you two don't seem like terrible people." It was a far better deal than anything he had been offered before.

Taking another glance about, John took one more look around the flat before grinning again, "If you'll take me then I'd like to take the room." He glanced over to catch Billy's eyes and smile at his as well. He offered his free hand to Sherlock.

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Danger Night

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The violin - Sherlock would rather burn the thing than play, given his current mood. He grunted and then rubbed his forehead manically with his right hand before gesturing to John. “Move out of my way John before I have to wrestle you to the ground” Sherlock could do it but he wasn’t in a fit state to even have proper control over his limbs. He was close to John, breathing in their face, “Just move, you idiot”. Sherlock hadn’t John an idiot with this sort of aggression before, nor had he met it in a hurtful manner but in that moment, he’d insulted his friend, all in a need to get the stash in his room.

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Cocking an eyebrow at Sherlock's mention of aggression. John still didn't know why Sherlock was acting this way or why he wanted to get past but John didn't feel like that was the best plan given how he was acting. It was how Sherlock spit out the word idiot that cinched it for John- there was no way he was going to let Sherlock do anything. As John set his jaw he readied himself. With as little notice as he could manage John launched himself at Sherlock just hoping to tackle him. Truthfully he had seen how spry Sherlock was and just was hoping to get him onto the ground to stop him.

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AU: Sherlock and John meet through a pen-pal scheme between university students and military soldiers.

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Sherlock laughed again, the tone somewhat bitter. “Shut up. You know precisely what I meant,” he muttered, before a sly smile crept onto his lips. “Well. You’re fairly intelligent for an average person. Which still makes you an idiot, but still.” 

As he felt John’s hand on his knee, John’s gaze fixed on him, Sherlock tensed slightly. He wasn’t used to such gestures; not since Victor, and that had ended almost a decade before. Swallowing in an attempt to force himself to relax slightly, Sherlock leant forward, listening intently to John’s words. “You’re seeing something that isn’t there,” he replied coolly, aware he was speaking to himself as much as John. “People don’t want me. Not once they get to know me.” 

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Struggling to focus his eyes on Sherlock who was slipping in and out of focus before his eyes John curled his lips up in a drunken smirk. Patting Sherlock's knee John grinned as he explained, "So Ima fairly intell'ent but 'm seeing something that i'n't there. But alot o' ladies wanna see you naked. Alot o' guys too."

Grinning up at Sherlock as he leaned heavily on the hand on his leg, "See, I'm soooooo smart." Squinting at Sherlock he added, "Even your tough outside doesn't turn allllll the people off." Playfully John leaned on Sherlock's leg to use his free hand to poke at Sherlock's stomach. Completely drunk, John shot Sherlock a grin before falling back to sit on the carpet in front of Sherlock, one hand still on Sherlock's knee.

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"Isn’t he always a bit of a git?" She teased, running a hand through her hair. "No. Mycroft is more into business chic. I’m into frumpy librarian." Emaline laughed, gesturing to her knee-length skirt. 

"Why thank you." She smiled warmly at him, "You are rather good by mine as well. 

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John’s nose crinkled as he smirked and raised an eyebrow, “You don’t look frumpy to me. I’d say well-put together, or perhaps chic.” Shrugging slightly John tried to hide his smile, “I mean that’s just my opinion.”

At Emaline’s compliment John flushed even further and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. With a grin he muttered, “Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.”

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A new beginnign | 221bjohn

Charlotte Holmes, that what is said on the slip of paper that she was signing - a lease - to live in a house with a man that knew nothing about her and Charlotte detested the fact that she had to continue parading about as this girl. It sickened her but as soon as she was settled in then the changes could start to take way.

The only luggage she had with her was a suitcase and a laptop bag, that was all, nothing more or nothing less. Her whole was going to change in the coming months so the last life she had, that would be left behind and the new chapter would begin. So far, this bedroom, the one with the double bed and the dresser, would be hers. She would check with her flatmate whether or not any pictures could be put up but even then, it would be a total change to how she used to live.

Charlotte put her suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it, inside was a bottle of wine, a suit and books. As well as underwear and various clothing items but nothing as striking as the black suit, purple shirt and a pair of black mens shoes. Everything was set. Charlotte picked up the wine and left the bedroom to go to the kitchen, “John, I bought this, for the flat” she placed the bottle of wine of the kitchen table and tapped the top of it, “It’s a good year, according to the women behind the counter”

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John was setting up the kitchen- his mother had always told him that the key to making any place home was a good, functioning kitchen. Perhaps that was why John was trying for the third time to find a cupboard large enough for all of the tea he brought. Thinking back, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to bring so many. What if Charlotte didn't like any of the kinds he brought? Or worse yet, didn't like tea? John frowned as he stared at the tea-stuffed cabinet, it was enough to make anyone nervous- moving in with someone that you knew nothing about.

Not having seen Charlotte enter the kitchen as he was completely focused on the meta-meaning of the tea cabinet John jumped slightly at her voice. Spinning around with wide-eyes but a smile he glanced at the bottle, "Did you? I must admit that I really don't know much about wine so I'll have to take your word for it. We could have it with dinner tonight if you'd like?" Casting a glance over his shoulder back at the tea crammed into the open cabinet he threw Charlotte a shrug and sheepish smile, "I hope you don't mind. I was just trying to find some place for all my tea. I think I might have bought too many..." 

Leaving that train of thought John moved to the table and picked up the bottle of wine to take a closer look. Humming appreciatively John grinned, "What's purple and huge and swims in the ocean? " He waited a beat before grinning further and blurting out, "Moby Grape." Laughing slightly John added, "Don't worry, that's the one and only grape joke I know. Terrible and I know it." Setting the bottle down John let out a sigh before asking, "So did you get the same cautionary advice that I did? I lost count of the number of times someone said 'what if they're a weirdo or a murderer' when I said I was moving in here." Narrowing his eyes and trying to look suspicious John joked, "But you aren't a murderer, right?"

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Happy Valentine's Day -JW

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First Day of School || 221bjohn

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Hamish thought about it for a moment before nodding. “I want to go home and take a nap,” he said softly. “I’ll go to school tomorrow and it’ll be my first day.” With a nod and a smile, it was decided. “Can we have some popcorn and watch a film when we get home?”

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Nodding softly John told the cabbie the head to Baker street instead of Hamish's school. Then turning back to Hamish he ruffled his hair and grinned, "Sure. Wanna watch a Bond film when we get home? Bond solves everything."

It didn't take long until the cab pulled up to 221 Baker Street. John calmly counted out the cash and tip for the cabbie.

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John, I've shrunk myself.

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Hearing John laugh at him caused for him to raise his brow. “I see that my experiment had amused you quite well, John.”

At the question, he gave a shrug. “I’m not sure. I’ve been in this form for a few minutes now, your voice sound loud though I’m pretty certain you’re not really that yelling at all. And looking at the floor and the long way I have to walk to reach the bedroom already made me want to give up the idea of walking. Obviously, it’s a given to see that everything are large in perspective.”

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Still smirking John shrugged, "Well it's not every day that you get to see a mini-detective."

Sherlock's comment made John smile sheepishly and lower his voice, "Sorry, I didn't think I was being loud." Tilting his head questioningly John asked, "Bedroom? Why do you need to go there? I suppose I could carry you." John laid his hand out on the couch.

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New Faces | 221bjohn

Sherlock had made sure that William was well fed and educated and that he wasn’t stopped from doing what he wanted to do. There had been times, when they lived in their first two flats, that the heating wouldn’t be working so the two would sit in front of the gas cooker and eat cold beans while Sherlock would tell William about past cases. It wasn’t so much a fatherly approach but a relationship that was more like brothers or cousins. Sherlock looked after William but made sure the boy never mistook him as a father. When ever anyone asked, Sherlock was his godfather, and that was it. 

William was knelt on a dinning room chair, by the table. He was eating a bowl of spaghetti that Mrs Hudson had made and as a treat there was a jelly pot for afterwards. She had become concerned for William when he started coming home from primary school with mud all over his clothes and bruises and cuts but he was just an adventurous child that had far too much energy. “So, this is the flat” Sherlock had come in through the door, William stopped pushing the spaghetti into his mouth, staring at the two people, one of which was Sherlock and the other was a man that he hadn’t seen before.

"Billy, this is John" William didn’t move at first, he just looked at the man and then got up from his chair and ran straight over, tomato sauce smeared around his lips. "Hello!" William said excited, swinging his arms from side to side. "Are you coming to live with us?"

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John had just entered the flat and was glancing about the surprisingly spacious flat when his eyes fell upon a young boy. A moment of confusion lingered as John tried to picture Sherlock- a man of many talents- as a single father, as seemed to be the case. From what little he knew of the man, Sherlock did not seem a fatherly type but John smiled politely attempting to hide his confusion.

Leaning heavily on his cane John tried to lean down slightly so as to not tower above the boy before him, "Hello Billy. Well, umm... I'm not sure..." John trailed off as he casted a glance about the lodgings. The flat was nice, well-placed within London, within easy distance of Bart's where he had just gotten some part-time clinic hours, and the rate was a steal- especially when split between Mr. Holmes and himself. Truthfully, he knew he was going to agree to room with the Holmes', he would be a fool to turn it down.

Looking back at Billy, John smiled, "Right now Sherlock is just showing me about. You know, to see if I like the place. Would you mind if I took a look at the kitchen?" With Sherlock's approval John hobbled into the kitchen and inspected the space, making the occasional soft sounds of approval. 

John then made his way back to Sherlock and Billy only banging his cane on a rogue chair once, "Well, it does seem rather nice. I suppose I should ask where my room would be? Do you and your son share a room?"