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WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T IMAGINE
Sherlock memorized A Strange Meeting and My New Flatmate from John Watson’s blog. Every time he got so lonely he ached, he would recall every line, for comfort.
On the plane, Sherlock dealt with a feeling he hoped he’d never have to experience again, and when his drugged mind failed him, he shakily pulled out his phone.
I feel offended by this
*blows kiss* I told you not to imagine it you should a taken my advice
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T IMAGINE
Sherlock memorized A Strange Meeting and My New Flatmate from John Watson’s blog. Every time he got so lonely he ached, he would recall every line, for comfort.
On the plane, Sherlock dealt with a feeling he hoped he’d never have to experience again, and when his drugged mind failed him, he shakily pulled out his phone.
Lol imagine little Sherlock in school sitting at his desk trying not to cry because none of his classmates gave him any valentines
W H Y
SHHH NO I CAN FIX THIS Imagine little John running up to little Sherlock on the day after Valentine's day with red cheeks and excited, but tired eyes, clutching a valentine tightly to his chest which he proudly extends to Sherlock. "I'm sorry, I meant to give this to you yesterday, but it wasn't finished-" he'd breathe. And Sherlock, puffy eyes wide, would hesitantly accept the card, which John obviously put a lot of work into. Imagine the way Sherlock's eyes would light up as he gingerly took the card. Tracing his fingers over the carefully written, 'TO: SHERLOCK, MY VERY BEST FRIEND' Imagine the way John would bounce on his toes while, in a state of awe, Sherlock would open the lavender, heart shaped card and stare at the drawings inside. Sherlock in a lab coat, playing with bees, running around on an adventure, and in each drawing, John right by his side. Holding his hand, carrying test tubes, or bottles of honey, they were together in every drawing. In the very centre of the card would read, 'WOULD YOU BE MY VALENTINE?' in big red letters, planned out so there weren't too many words smushed together at the end. Imagine the way Sherlock's eyes would dart up to look at John, then back down at the card, before placing the card on the table, and standing up to hug John tightly, the softest "Yes!" Heard from John's shoulder, as for the second day in a row, he tried his best not to cry
Oh my goodness I'm so glad I found your blog, all the fluff makes me so happy ☺️☺️☺️ If you have any more fluff parentlock headcanons could you please share them 💕
You are too kind! ❤❤❤
Beeb occasionally hides their toys and things and will start screaming for them back just to watch their brilliant fathers running around the flat like crazy in search of a stuffed cat
Beeb once did the ‘here comes the aeroplane’ thing to Sherlock because he refused to finish eating his dinner because that’s what Sherlock did to Beeb in that situation and John laughed so hard he had to leave the room
John once sang a song to Beeb because they refused to sleep and Sherlock overheard it and became quietly but deeply enamoured by John’s singing voice, hiding in the doorway whenever John sang to their kiddo until one day John caught him and invited him in. Beeb then just started demanding songs because they would snuggle under the covers with Sherlock and John would sing until they fell asleep (sometimes Sherlock would too, then John would just roll his eyes and climb into bed with them)
Nappy changing brings out Captain John Watson, he’s created a military formation and everything, because the very first nappy change went very poorly
Beeb and Sherlock will both drop EVERYTHING to go pet a dog, its lead to John having to pick up gloves, shoes, papers, hats, from both parties, occasionally resulting with Beeb shouting “DOG” and Sherlock picking them up like a football and making a mad dash across the street to pet an awaiting pet.
Beeb happily wears a mix of Comfy clothes and overalls as well as button ups and shades and continues to dress in those occasionally ‘contradictory’ styles as they get older because they like to look like both their parents
Naww this is perfect thank you for writing it!! Do you post fics on ao3?
You’re very welcome!
Mini confession time: I’ve never actually written a full length fic before *the crowd gasps* Mostly just because I’ve never been asked, I think I could muster up the courage/inspiration but I didn’t really know if anyone would be interested, you’re the first person to ever ask
YUSSSH I WOULD LOVE TO READ YOUR FICS!!!
Thank you! Any particular prompt or literary genre you’d like to see? I should warn you, it will take quite a while
Haha no worries I’d love to read anything fluffy- especially parentlock, but I’m sure whatever you choose will be wonderful ☺️
Alright, I'll get on it! As a warning, I should say, you may become a beta reader for this before I post anything
Oh my goodness I'm so glad I found your blog, all the fluff makes me so happy ☺️☺️☺️ If you have any more fluff parentlock headcanons could you please share them 💕
You are too kind! ❤❤❤
Beeb occasionally hides their toys and things and will start screaming for them back just to watch their brilliant fathers running around the flat like crazy in search of a stuffed cat
Beeb once did the ‘here comes the aeroplane’ thing to Sherlock because he refused to finish eating his dinner because that’s what Sherlock did to Beeb in that situation and John laughed so hard he had to leave the room
John once sang a song to Beeb because they refused to sleep and Sherlock overheard it and became quietly but deeply enamoured by John’s singing voice, hiding in the doorway whenever John sang to their kiddo until one day John caught him and invited him in. Beeb then just started demanding songs because they would snuggle under the covers with Sherlock and John would sing until they fell asleep (sometimes Sherlock would too, then John would just roll his eyes and climb into bed with them)
Nappy changing brings out Captain John Watson, he’s created a military formation and everything, because the very first nappy change went very poorly
Beeb and Sherlock will both drop EVERYTHING to go pet a dog, its lead to John having to pick up gloves, shoes, papers, hats, from both parties, occasionally resulting with Beeb shouting “DOG” and Sherlock picking them up like a football and making a mad dash across the street to pet an awaiting pet.
Beeb happily wears a mix of Comfy clothes and overalls as well as button ups and shades and continues to dress in those occasionally ‘contradictory’ styles as they get older because they like to look like both their parents
Naww this is perfect thank you for writing it!! Do you post fics on ao3?
You’re very welcome!
Mini confession time: I’ve never actually written a full length fic before *the crowd gasps* Mostly just because I’ve never been asked, I think I could muster up the courage/inspiration but I didn’t really know if anyone would be interested, you’re the first person to ever ask
YUSSSH I WOULD LOVE TO READ YOUR FICS!!!
Thank you! Any particular prompt or literary genre you’d like to see? I should warn you, it will take quite a while
Oh my goodness I'm so glad I found your blog, all the fluff makes me so happy ☺️☺️☺️ If you have any more fluff parentlock headcanons could you please share them 💕
You are too kind! ❤❤❤
Beeb occasionally hides their toys and things and will start screaming for them back just to watch their brilliant fathers running around the flat like crazy in search of a stuffed cat
Beeb once did the ‘here comes the aeroplane’ thing to Sherlock because he refused to finish eating his dinner because that’s what Sherlock did to Beeb in that situation and John laughed so hard he had to leave the room
John once sang a song to Beeb because they refused to sleep and Sherlock overheard it and became quietly but deeply enamoured by John’s singing voice, hiding in the doorway whenever John sang to their kiddo until one day John caught him and invited him in. Beeb then just started demanding songs because they would snuggle under the covers with Sherlock and John would sing until they fell asleep (sometimes Sherlock would too, then John would just roll his eyes and climb into bed with them)
Nappy changing brings out Captain John Watson, he’s created a military formation and everything, because the very first nappy change went very poorly
Beeb and Sherlock will both drop EVERYTHING to go pet a dog, its lead to John having to pick up gloves, shoes, papers, hats, from both parties, occasionally resulting with Beeb shouting “DOG” and Sherlock picking them up like a football and making a mad dash across the street to pet an awaiting pet.
Beeb happily wears a mix of Comfy clothes and overalls as well as button ups and shades and continues to dress in those occasionally ‘contradictory’ styles as they get older because they like to look like both their parents
Naww this is perfect thank you for writing it!! Do you post fics on ao3?
You’re very welcome! You’re so nice wowowowow
Mini confession time: I’ve never actually written a full length fic before *the crowd gasps* Mostly just because I’ve never been asked, I think I could muster up the courage/inspiration but I didn’t really know if anyone would be interested, you’re the first person to ever ask
Oh my goodness I'm so glad I found your blog, all the fluff makes me so happy ☺️☺️☺️ If you have any more fluff parentlock headcanons could you please share them 💕
You are too kind! ❤❤❤
Beeb occasionally hides their toys and things and will start screaming for them back just to watch their brilliant fathers running around the flat like crazy in search of a stuffed cat
Beeb once did the ‘here comes the aeroplane’ thing to Sherlock because he refused to finish eating his dinner because that’s what Sherlock did to Beeb in that situation and John laughed so hard he had to leave the room
John once sang a song to Beeb because they refused to sleep and Sherlock overheard it and became quietly but deeply enamoured by John’s singing voice, hiding in the doorway whenever John sang to their kiddo until one day John caught him and invited him in. Beeb then just started demanding songs because they would snuggle under the covers with Sherlock and John would sing until they fell asleep (sometimes Sherlock would too, then John would just roll his eyes and climb into bed with them)
Nappy changing brings out Captain John Watson, he’s created a military formation and everything, because the very first nappy change went very poorly
Beeb and Sherlock will both drop EVERYTHING to go pet a dog, its lead to John having to pick up gloves, shoes, papers, hats, from both parties, occasionally resulting with Beeb shouting “DOG” and Sherlock picking them up like a football and making a mad dash across the street to pet an awaiting pet.
Beeb happily wears a mix of Comfy clothes and overalls as well as button ups and shades and continues to dress in those occasionally 'contradictory' styles as they get older because they like to look like both their parents
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T IMAGINE
Sherlock began to eat regularly because Teeny Beeb Watson-Holmes would only eat their food if BOTH their dads ate their food.
One time Sherlock almost missed a level nine case because he had to figure out Beeb’s favourite kind of vegetable above all else. Of the up most importance.
Sherlock reading things such as The Crito and The Apology to 2 year old Beeb, along with The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Brown Bear Brown Bear. Beeb looking very interested and nodding, not because they understand, but because that’s what John does and they always copy their fathers when they don’t know what else to do.
Auntie Molly and Grandma Hudders getting handed over babysitting responsibilities at the most random times as Sherlock and John dash off on a case.
Sherlock wearing a baby carrier and trying to convince John to let him bring Beeb on a case. “It isn’t even a murder, John!”
Also, Sherlock proudly wearing a baby carrier.
Mrs. Hudson coming in to their flat to clean up and finding John, Sherlock, and teeny Beeb all curled up together on the sofa, father’s hands intertwined, arms around their finally quiet child, all of them peacefully asleep.
Imagine when they danced, when Sherlock taught John how. Sherlock leading first, to show John how it’s done. John staring up at Sherlock in wonder, and Sherlock looking down at John with the softest gaze. So soft. Their eyes don’t part. Sherlock’s arm snug around John’s waist. John’s hand on Sherlock’s arm. Their fingers interlaced while Sherlock guides them slowly around the room. Sherlock dipping John. Sherlock dipping John.
Then it’s time for John to lead. Sherlock removes John’s hand on his arm, and positions it around his waist instead. Then he puts his hand on John’s arm. Sherlock murmurs instructions while John slowly leads them, and John’s looking down a lot now because he’s uncertain of his feet, but Sherlock builds his confidence with soft encouragements. Soon John is just as comfortable as before, and they’re staring into each other’s eyes again.
The music has ended. They don’t notice. They keep going, swaying gently together. They are lost in each other’s eyes, in each other’s presence. The world around them fades away.
Finally, John pulls Sherlock close and goes in for the dip. Their eyes are locked together, John leans…. And then they both fall over because Sherlock is yards taller and John did not compensate and so cannot hold Sherlock up and they tip over and collapse into a giggling heap of nerds on the floor and that’s when Mrs Hudson walks in to find them tangled in a pile on the ground laughing their asses off
Imagine Sherlock staring at his fingers in the dark of his room, the remembering feeling of John's hands in his own, so gentle. Imagine Sherlock counting down the days, down the sessions, down the late nights spent quietly swaying together. Imagine how hard it'll have hit him, realizing that after the wedding they'll probably never dance again. Imagine the quick blinking and shifty eyes Sherlock would have during their last dance, the way he keeps his voice steady but he seems so distant, imagine John thinking it's because he's gotten tired of dancing, while really, its the only coping mechanism can devise for the situation.
Imagine the lingering hands on waists, lingering grasped hands, the realization in their eyes, standing, staring, long after the music has ended for their final dance.
Far too little, far too late.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T IMAGINE
Sherlock walking proudly around campus every single day with a rugby jacket 3 sizes too small for his arms, any time anyone mentions it to him he just turns around and points proudly to the “WATSON” in big bold letters across the back. And makes his bright little (°v°) smile because John Watson chose Him
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T IMAGINE
Castiel forcing Dean to watch every Ghibli and Disney film, curling up with him under a pile of blankets and exclaiming at every little thing that happened, gasping and inching closer to Dean with every emotional scene, so rapt by the movie that he doesn't notice Dean’s arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer.
Dean also paying very close attention, but not to what was playing, as to Cas’ face, heart eyes at full throttle. He catches the gist of it all though, and Castiel spends long hours rambling on about his favourite movies and favourite scenes, and favourite characters to the point where Dean can now make smooth references to movies he would never have watched otherwise.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DONT IMAGINE
Teen Dean and Baby Moose Sammy smiling and laughing and rocking air guitars together. Because they did. This is canon now.
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T IMAGINE
Castiel. In a shirt five sizes too big for him . Comfy pants. Bundled up with 12 blankets that all smell like Dean. Drinking warm tea and holding the mugs with two hands. Talking to the screen like the characters were real. Getting really intense about shipping. Keeping his phone in his lap to occasionally check in on his boyfriend and his brother. Being a Soft Cozy Squish.
The next time Dean dies please bury him a doily coffin so he'll wake up and start screaming
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T IMAGINE
Dean and Sam, returning to the bunker. Tired, a bit patched up, but no worse for wear, and Castiel bounding over to them, still wearing the blanket Dean gave him before he left and hesitating, turning to Sam first politely. “Good Morning, Samuel. Not too badly injured, I hope?” And Sam would fail at hiding that little knowing grin of his and answer, “I’m fine Cas. Don’t worry about me.” And he’d discretely motion to his brother, who Cas would turn to with the utmost concern, eyes wide. “Dean…” He would say, in that breathlessly awed voice. “Are you alright? You had me worried when I- when you didn’t-” And Dean would just grin, the heart eyes grin, when his eyes crinkle in the corners as he would rest a hand on Cas’ shoulder and pull him in. Not exactly a hug, but more of a tight squeeze. And both of their hearts would flutter at the same time, and neither would want to pull away until Sam clears his throat, rolls his eyes, and makes his way to the kitchen, as Dean and Cas avert their eyes from each other, try not to blush, and smile softly in opposite directions.
The soft noises!!!! Sherlock makes!!!! when John runs her hands up and down her sides!!! while she works with her herbs and complex minerals in the lab (kitchen)!!!!
someone arrest this person
Sherlock pulling out crystals and gemstones in the morgue and Mol giving her odd looks at first but just going with it
thank God
