Hello.What are some of your personal headcases on the Walter family?
Okay so I had this sitting in my inbox for quite some time and honestly I don’t have a lot of headcanons for the actual Walter family. And I really don’t mean to be rude, but this is actually a roleplay blog (despite how much ooc there is... I swear I’m getting back to this guy).Though, to answer your question, my only real headcanons for the Walter family, is that the bots haven’t interacted with Peters 2-6 and their families, for the sole fact that they simply aren’t Pappy.
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hello i'm thinking about working an on campus job what exactly is the experience like?what do you dislike about it?i'm only asking because i'm on the fence weather or not i should go through with getting an on campus job.
Uuuuuh, you shouldn’t ask me, buddy, I’ve never done an on campus job... Honestly don’t even know what that is, not even sure there’s such a thing as an on campus job in Belgium tbh...
Hello! Depressed Sherlock x reader .Sherlock is depressed and hasn't eaten or slept in a while and is growing a rather impressive goatee anyway the reader is their to help him out .
Pairing: Sherlock x ReaderFandom: BBC Sherlock Warnings: depression
A/N: I know, I know, it’s not the second part of the Gaston story, lol. I just really wasn’t in the mood to write smut today, so instead, I bring you some angst :’)
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“ThankGod, you’re here,” John walked, or rather rushed, towards you andpulled you into his arms.
“Icame as fast as I could. How bad is it?”
“Bad.He’s not sleeping, he’s not eating and he hasn’t shaved in a while,which is very unlike Sherlock.”
Younodded and softly rubbed your hands over his arms.
“Gohome, John. I’ll stay with him for a while.”
Helet out a sigh of relief, glad that he’d be able to catch a break fora little while and spend some time with his daughter, without having to constantly worry about Sherlock. He knew, that he’d leave him in good hands.
“Thankyou, (Y/N),” he kissed your forehead, grabbed his jacket and left 221B. Mrs. Hudson made her way over to you and gently placed herhand on your cheek.
“You’rea good person, my dear. I just hope Sherlock knows how lucky he is,to have you in his life.”
Yousmiled and placed your hand over hers.
“One can only hope, Mrs. Hudson.”
Then you slowly making your way upthe stairs. You knocked once, but didn’t wait for him to invite youin. You doubted that he would, anyways.
“Sherlock?It’s me, (Y/N).”
Noanswer.
Youclosed the door behind you and carelessly threw your jacket on the couch.
Hewasn’t in the living room, nor in the kitchen, so he was probably inthe bedroom.
Butbefore you went to check on him, you put on a kettle, so you couldbring him some tea. Your mother always used to say ‘A cup of teamakes everything better’ and there sure as hell was wisdom in thosewords.
Theapartment was so dark, even though it was broad daylight. All thecurtains were closed, just like the windows, preventing fresh air to come in. The only sound that wasaudible, was the kettle, signaling you, that the tea was ready.
Soyou put it on a tray, together with some biscuits and made your wayover to his bedroom.
Thedoor wasn’t closed, so you simply pushed it open with your foot.
“Madeyou some tea..”
Youput the tray on his nightstand, trying your hardest not to trip over anything.
It took your eyes a bit to adjust to the darkness, but you soon realized that hewas lying above the covers, his back was turned to you.
Fromthe way his chest heaved, you could tell that he was awake. Hisbreathing was a lot slower, when he was sleeping.
Youput off your shoes and laid down on the bed next to him, making surethat there was still a bit of a distance between you two. You putyour hands on your belly and faced the ceiling.
Aftera couple of minutes of silence, you turned to face him and softly putyour hand on his upper arm, your thumbbrushing over the fabric of his dressing gown. You had read up on depression as soon as Sherlock had first shown signs, but it was still difficult for you to find the right words, to take the right actions. All you wanted him to understand, was that he was not alone.
“Everyone’sworried about you, you know? More than they usually are, I mean,”you smiled a bit. “But we all want to be there for you. We all wantyou to be better. I.. I want you to be better.”
Withevery passing minute, your body shifted closer to his, until his backwas fully pressed against your chest and your arm was now fully draped overhis body.
Youkissed the back of his head and just held him in your arms.
Soon,his hand found yours and he held on it for dear life.
“You’rethe strongest man I know. If anyone can get through this, you can.And I’ll be with you, every step of the way. I promise you,Sherlock,” you whispered into his ear. “I’ll always be there.”
Thatnight, was the first night Sherlock actually managed to get some hoursof sleep and all because of you holding him, showing him the supporthe so desperately needed. Showing him just how much he was loved byyou.
Hi i love your retirement sherlock art it's amazing!!!oooh what if retire sherlock grew out his hair and it's rather long and peppered all black and grey?
Hey, what about a johnlock prompt where Sherlock is a scientist and john is the creation basically Frankenstein.
OK this made me think of a Rocky Horror AU and I simply can’t unpicture it in my head. I mean.............................. Sherlock as Dr Frank ‘N’ Furter............the outfit..........the make-up.........the voice............THE VOICE
If this is about me however, I don’t take prompts (or write fics to begin with...I might try at some point though) but can a fic writer write this with or without the Rocky Horror addition? Or an artist draw Sherlock and John as FnF and Rocky? PLEASE?
Or are there any works already that you know of? I am sure I’d seen some art once...
