Our Baker Street Boys

Maria | 22 | Berlin, Germany | she/her | TJLC | Johnlock | NSFW

[leslady79]

Texas teacher suspended for being gay will donate $10,000 of legal settlement to an LGBTQ charity

She asked, "When a straight teacher happily announces that she and her husband are expecting a baby ... is she saying something inappropriat

[leslady79]

[eiyuu]

@goldensun13

[xeptum]

bee.🐝

[mariowasd]

Sooo. I wouldn’t have thought of returning after such a long time, but I’m all for healthy distractions at the moment.

Just wanted to let anyone who’s still following me know that I’m here to talk to, whatever it might be, feel free to message me if you need someone.

Otherwise I will repost/post Johnlock, Mystrade and everything positive.

[colourfulwatson]

My favourite bee

Sherlock Holmes loves to name all of his bees and can even remember all of their names.

John one afternoon asks Sherlock to tell him all of their names while they were sitting in their garden in Sussex. Sherlock gladly complies and begins listing all of the names and explaining why he chose them while John happily listens to his husband.

“And I named this bee ‘John’, do you know why?” Sherlock says with a smile on his lips. “Why?” says John, beggining to think he might just know the answer. “He is my favourite bee, the most beautiful bee of them all” says Sherlock. “You are my favourite bee too, darling”

[221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor]

“Sherlock, just tell me where you are,” John clutches his phone, pleading into the darkness of his bedroom. He has no idea what time it is, but he knows that voice. The voice of a ghost reaching out to him in the middle of the night.

“I can’t do that, John. I wish I could… but I can’t.”

There is the rumble of traffic in the background, but it doesn’t drown out the fatigue underpinning Sherlock’s tone.

“For gods sake, please tell me. Let me help you. Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out. Greg—Mycroft—they’ll help too.”

“John…”

“Please.”

“I shouldn’t have called. I just wanted to hear a familiar voice. Your voice.”

“Come back,” John bites his lower lip, emotion cracking his words. “Sherlock. Come home.”

“John…”

“Fuck, Sherlock, don’t do this.” Tears sting John’s eyes. “I miss you.”

“I wish…” Sherlock trails off. “I want to come home. But I can’t. Not yet.”

“Why? Why?”

“I have to go.”

“Please, just… I’m begging you, ok? Come back.”

A long silence fills the line, static popping and hissing.John panics. “Are you still there? Sherlock?”

Sherlock’s voice returns, distant and echoing, the connection failing.

“My battery is low and it’s getting dark.” He pauses, the ache in his voice heavy. “Take care, John. I lo—”

[ithinkthereforiamfandom]

John stared at his phone until a text lit it up.

Serbia. Collect what you need, medical supplies are arranged MH

There was a strangely reassuring sound of a poncy black car pulling up to 221B as John stuffed things in his duffel, Army Evac Training was a godsend, the last thing he grabbed was a battered cell phone because the owner would likely want it back.

The Game was On!

[mariowasd]

Please. Someone tell me they’re writing this into a fic. Please.

[americanairliines-deactivated20]

Just a simple PSA

Cannon = thing that goes boom

Canon = an event that occurs within a published story

[adachifag]

they both destroy ships tho

[parenyzia]

Did you just

[thepineapplering]

John’s cock may be bigger than we think

I was thinking about John’s dong while ironing (as one usually does), specifically the tyre lever scene, when Mary says ‘It is a tiny bit sexy’ when John stuffs a large piece of metal down his pants

He fights Billy, finds Shezza and then they all go into the car to St Barts

Have the St. Barts scene where John’s junk is discussed

Then John and Sherlock take a cab to Baker St, where we have the scene with Mycroft, Anderson and finally Janine

And John sits while feeling utterly jealous

Janine leaves, and Sherlock talks about Magnussen while John is trying to digest the Janine thing

And then Magnussen enters Baker St, his minions having to frisk John

TO FIND

THE TYRE LEVER?!?!?

I’m expected to believe John had that lever down his trousers when he sat in 2 cars, climbed stairs and sat to watch Sherlock cuddling with Janine?!? And forgot he had it THERE?

What I’m saying is that John is so HUGE, he does not find strange at all to carry that large piece of metal between his legs for an hour? maybe 2?. It was bussiness as usual for dear old John.

Oh Sherlock. I don’t know if I should envy you, be happy or fear for you. Really.

[loudest-subtext-in-television-d]

truly the meta this community deserves, bless

[unreconstructedfangirl]

LULZ.

[221beemine]

How was there even enough room in his jeans for a massive lever and a massive lever??? Are his jeans a TARDIS?

[wssh-watson-deactivated20191117]

Here nonny for your delectation have a John big dick meta

[byebyefrost-deactivated20170519]

As soon as this appears on my dash, I smash the reblog button.

[hubblegleeflower]

I HAD NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE BUT I LAUGHED LIKE A DONKEY WHEN I SAW THE TITLE.

[morgendaemmerung89]

😂😂😂

[missmuffin221]

truly, utterly brilliant!

[podfixx]

Re-blogging for the ‘laughing like a donkey’ comment.  Thanks, @hubblegleeflower!

[phqyd-roar]

I am always here for John’s big knob discourse

[mylastvow]

How could I miss this one?!? Why did nobody tell me this existed?!? I blame y’all!!!

😂😂😂

[wssh-watson-deactivated20191117]

THE TRUTH

[angeltiddies]

Sherlock is so lucky

[fellshish]

This might sound dramatique but i think canon johnlock would have made the world a better place

[angeltiddies]

Agreed

[doctorstrangeaskblog]

[toodrunktofindaurl]

Oppy deserves a happy ending, okay

[221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor]

Sherlock eyes the decorative box on the kitchen table with suspicion. “What’s this?”

John glances up with a sly smile. “It’s for you. Open it.”

Sherlock cautiously lifts the lid, revealing four beautiful chocolates sprinkled with fleur de sel.

“They reminded me of you,” John grins.

“Oh? How so?”

“Dark and salty on the outside, soft and sweet inside.”

The corner of Sherlock’s mouth curves up. “I’m complex.” He gazes at John. “If I’m chocolate, then you’re a shot of espresso.”

John raises a curious eyebrow.

“Small, strong, slightly bitter and hot as hell,” Sherlock says.

John squints, then laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re a romantic.” He pops a chocolate into his mouth.

John stands, kisses him, tasting the cocoa, caramel, and salt.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

[notjustamumj]

<3 sweet <3

[hashtagloveloses]

POUR ONE OUT FOR COMRADE OPPORTUNITY 

and send a thank you postcard to the Opportunity team for all their hard work!

[boingmann]

[sussexbound]

Happy Valentine’s Day

“What’s this then?”

John looks down at the small box Sherlock has just laid on the arm of his chair, and then up to meet the eyes that refuse to meet his.

“A gift.”  Sherlock turns and walks back into the kitchen.

A gift?

It’s not his birthday, it’s not any sort of anniversary, John’s not done anything particularly brilliant of late, and besides, Sherlock doesn’t go in for all that sort of thing anyway.

A gift.

John picks up the small box, and turns it about in his hands.  Not too heavy, not too light.  Small and rectangular.  Wrapped in a fine paper that looks like something you’d see on the walls in an old Edwardian cottage.  He shakes it.  By the soft sound determines that it contains two, if not three small objects.

“Stop trying to deduce and open it.”  From the kitchen.

John rolls his eyes and grins.  “Pot, kettle, black.”

“Mmm.”

John opens it.  a small cardboard box with a gold seal, and inside two chocolate truffles nestled in berry-coloured tissue paper, and a tiny envelope.

John stares down at them.

Valentine’s Day.  It’s Valentines Day, and—Sherlock Holmes has just given him a box of chocolates.

“This better not be drugged.”

Sherlock makes a small sound of indignation from the kitchen.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, and you know it.”

“I don’t do that anymore, you know that.  We—talked about it.  I’ve stuck to my word.”

John takes one out, bites into it.  It’s chocolate orange, his favourite, and he hums with pleasure.  “Christ these are good.  You want the other one?”

“No.  They’re for you.  Did you open the card?”  

John stares back down at the tiny envelope lying on his thigh.  It contains something heavy.

He tears it open and dumps the item onto his palm.  A key.

He picks it up.  “You sending me on some sort of scavenger hunt?”

“No.”

“What’s this for then?”

Sherlock sighs.  “Check your phone.”

John fishes it out of his pocket.  He has a text from Sherlock.  A link.  He clicks and blinks down at the estate agent’s listing that appears.  It’s quaint, homely, somewhere rural with a nice garden.  Old enough that he assumes its probably Grade 2 listed.

“We got a case?”

“No.  We have a house.”

“We?”

Everything is silent in the kitchen.  John cranes his neck around to peek over the back of his chair.  Sherlock is staring down at the experiment before him on the table.  Just staring.  He takes a deep breath, holds it.  “We aren’t getting any younger, we take less cases.  Rose is gone away to school now, Mrs. Hudson is…”  He swallows.  “I thought perhaps you might consider…”

And suddenly John understands.  Sherlock has bought this house.  He’s bought it for—them.

“You want to retire?”

“Before I—embarrass myself.  Yes.”

“Hey.”  John gets to his feet, and goes to stand beside Sherlock, who presses his shoulder almost imperceptibly against John’s thighs the minute he draws close.  John lays a hand atop his head, rubs his fingers into curls threaded through with silver and shorn closer than they had been when they were both younger.  “We all make mistakes.  That last case was…”

“I’m getting too old for it, John.  You’re getting too old.”

“Oi.”  It’s gentle and half-hearted.  He’s right.  John’s known it for awhile, but not wanted to say, because, truthfully, he had no idea what would happen next.  On the surface, at least, it’s the work that has kept them together all these years.  They’re partners.  It’s what they do.  Without it…  Well, John wasn’t sure he’d still be needed—wanted.

Sherlock looks up a him.  Face a mirror of worry.  “Would you consider it?”

John smiles crookedly.  “What?  Retire to the country with you, like two doddering old gentlemen?”

Sherlock’s eyes drop.  “I told Sally after the last one, that I wouldn’t be doing any more cases for the Met.”

John feels all the oxygen go out of the room.  “You never told me that.”

“I…”  John sees a muscle in Sherlock’s jaw jump.  He swallows tightly and draws in a shaking breath.  “I worried you might…  It’s what we do.  It’s who we’ve always been, I thought…”

“You thought I would go?”

Sherlock swallows again.  “Will you?”  It’s barely a whisper.  He stares down at his hands.  He won’t look up.

John’s chest aches.  He aches for the fact that they have shared a flat for almost two decades, and yet in all that time he’s never managed to say the things that matter.  After all this time, Sherlock still doesn’t know.  He wants John—wants to spend the rest of his life with John, and yet he still doesn’t know that that is exactly what John has wanted almost from the start.  

“You didn’t have to buy us a Grade 2 listed cottage to get me to stay.”

Sherlock’s head pops up.  There are tears in his eyes, and John feels gutted.

“I’m an idiot.”

Sherlock looks confused at the confession.

“I’m an idiot.”  John repeats, reaches a hand out, pulls Sherlock to his feet when he takes it.  “Come here.”

Sherlock walks into his arms.  They do this.  They do this at least.  It’s familiar.  And when John’s arms are around his waist, he looks up at Sherlock’s red-rimmed, and slightly confused eyes, and smiles.  “Of course I’ll stay.  Of course I’ll follow you anywhere you want to go.  It was never just about the work.”

Sherlock’s bottom lip wobbles, and John pulls him closer.  “You’re my best friend, and—I’ve loved you for years.”

The tears spill over.

“Don’t know what I’d do, or where I’d go if you ever wanted me to leave.  So yeah, let’s go be eccentric, grumpy old retirees together, then.  Let’s—do all the things we’ve been too stupid to do up until now—before it’s too late.”  And to illustrate his point, John presses up onto his tiptoes, presses his forehead to Sherlock’s, and when he doesn’t pull away, presses one inch closer still—and kisses him.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[mariowasd]

I’m not crying, you are!

[thelostsmiles]

Douglas Mackinnon talks about a young and up-and-comer actor, Benedict Cumberbatch, playing Satan in “Good Omens”. 

“He took a lot of work. He was useless.” 

[mariowasd]

„Maybe Doctor Watson“ lol

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi, I'm looking for a fic and I'm hoping you or your followers can help. John and Sherlock are behind on the rent and get an offer from a porn director to do a gay-for-pay/broke straight boys video. It starts out with just wanking, but the director and our lads negotiate more money for blow jobs and eventually anal sex.

Hi Nonny!

Ohhhh, I don’t know which fic this is, LOL. Sounds like an interesting premise! Shouting out into the void seeing if y’all know which it is! <3

[batterseas]

Someone find this.. I need it for science..

[one-thousand-splendid-stars]

Need.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

iamjustreading added: 😂😂  Please, I want this fic!!

sherlockisnolongeravailable added: Don’t know what it is but I’M HERE FOR IT

chrysanthemumsies said: PLEASE TAG ME IF FOUND

one-thousand-splendid-stars said: ^^ same!

I hope it’s found! 

[mariowasd]

What the he’ll why have I never heard of this???? I need it.

[kitten-kin]

[sarahthecoat]

<3

[juniper-tree]

Is the “fluffy one shot” pig doing whip its with those cans?  Cause that feels accurate.

[kitten-kin]

@skyholdherbalist Yup! XD

[valkyrien]

@frozensnares

Then… where do I go? I’m just at home muttering

into the void of an open word document.

[kitten-kin]

@valkyrien Oh but there’s more to this party than sugar and sweets~ ♥︎

Fluff Fest on RedBubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/kitten-kin/works/36582633

Dark Side on RedBubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/kitten-kin/works/36634358

[atlinmerrick]

THE PIG IS EATING PINE TREES IN THE PINING I CAN NOT DEAL.

[owlinautumn]

IT GOT BETTER

[rox712]

Beautiful man!

[holmezyan]

❤️kill me

[mariowasd]

Guess what. This pic is from Berlinale, a Film Festival right here in Berlin, where I’m currently in bed with a cold, while Martin Fucking Freeman is somewhere in this city not even knowing I excist.

Ok. Bye.