#🌿john watson — interactions.🌿
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
storyuntrue · 4 months ago
Text
@demisereborn: ❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ / mary for john
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“So   he   always   claims   and   yet   when   I   come   to   the   rescue   it   becomes   clear   that   he   has   been   fairing   superbly   without   my   assistance.”   John   has   promised   himself   not   to   be   at   the   beck   and   call   of   Sherlock,   especially   now   that   he   was   engaged   to   Mary.   So   he   had   a   dilemma   at   his   hands   —   either   set   his   foot   down   and   ignore   Holmes’   telegram,   or   step   all   over   his   own   promises   to   himself   and   rush   to   the   man’s   aid.   “Who’s   to   say   that   he’s   not   being   melodramatic   once   again?”
Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
That’s   not   exactly   his   point,   even   if   he   would   have   preferred   a   minimal   number   of   casualties.   Minimal   being   zero,   of   course.   So   John   just   shakes   his   head   dismissing   her   lacking   show   of   empathy   —   considering   he   was   in   the   same   boat   as   her,   the   doctor   had   no   grounds   to   judge   her   for   it.   “I   have   seen   many   deaths,   on   and   outside   of   the   battlefield.   Death   is. . .   it’s   never   easy   to   bear   or   accept.”
The   commiseration   out   of   the   way,   John   shifts   in   his   seat,   subtly   glances   at   the   screen   of   Anthea’s   phone   —   she   might   notice   or   she   might   not;   God   knows   the   woman   barely   picked   took   her   eyes   away   from   that   screen.   “But   what   I   meant   —   what   I   was   trying   to   say   —   that   agent   had   information.   Information   that   he   agreed   to   share   with   us.   Sherlock   and   I   were   supposed   to   meet   him   this   evening.”  
Tumblr media
@storyuntrue asked: " oh, that is... that is bad news." / from John !
Tumblr media
"Yes, it would seem that way, wouldn't it," the Government's assistant said, barely looking up from her phone as they rode in the car. Sensing his discomfort she sighed, lowering her phone. "It is something that you get used to after a while. I thought you of all people would understand. You saw combat, yes?" Surely he, as a doctor in the military, had seen his share of death in combat. MI5 and MI6 were no different.
She also realised she was sounding a bit like Mycroft and probably Sherlock. Unfeeling. "It is always sad when we lose an agent," she finally said. She was so used to the Holmes men and her job that she doesn't really blink at losing an agent anymore.
1 note · View note
storyuntrue · 2 months ago
Text
@theirmadness: good boy. - from irene @ john
Tumblr media Tumblr media
In   stupor,   John   can   only   blink   at   the   praise,   wondering   where   that   came   from.   He   tries   to   think   of   what   he   could’ve   done   that   would’ve   merited   such   a   comment,   and   after   half   a   minute   he   comes   short   of   any   answer.   “Okay. . .?   Why   am   I   a   good   boy?”   Slowly,   John   lets   the   words   slip   out   of   his   mouth,   shifting   in   his   place,   eyes   trained   on   Irene,   trying   to   judge   from   her   expression   what   it   could   be.   
Tumblr media
4 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 2 months ago
Text
@poxsonmenace: don't be boring , everyone who says that always dies . - for Watson
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Only   if   you   kill   them   for   saying   it.”   Even   with   tension   filling   his   shoulders,   John   still   couldn’t   stop   himself   from   snarking   at   the   consulting   criminal.   It’s   a   bit   like   pulling   on   a   lion’s   mane   and   expecting   it   not   to   bite   you.   Then   again,   what   is   he   supposed   to   do?   Get   down   on   his   knees   and   plead   Moriarty   to   spare   his   life?   Yeah,   he’d   rather   take   a   bullet   to   his   head.   “I’m   quite   sure,   in   fact,   I   could   bet,   that   you’ve   killed   someone   even   if   they   were   entertaining   rather   than   boring.”
Tumblr media
3 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 23 days ago
Text
@frontlincs: i can patch this up myself. / from mary (demisereb0rn) for victorian john ! ( lol sure you can )
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“𝑰’𝒎   𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚   𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆   𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕   𝒚𝒐𝒖   𝒄𝒂𝒏.”   Patience   and   amusement   mixes   into   his   words,   John   still   sits   down   beside   his   wife,   and   lays   out   his   medical   instruments.   Most   of   them   were   needed   to   clean,   suture   and   wrap   the   gash   on   her,   so   while   he   has   all   confidence   in   her   ability,   he   knows   from   experience   how   unpleasant   it   is   to   stitch   yourself   up.   “But   I   want   to   do   this   for   you,   Mary.   I   want   to   take   care   of   you.   And   as   your   husband,   I   believe   I   should   get   that   privilege,   wouldn’t   you   say?”  
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
He   tactfully   gives   no   verbal   response   to   the   insult   of   his   profession   and   person,   choosing   to   just   land   a   bemused   look   on   Holmes.   John   can   handle   pain,   thank   you   very   much,   he   has   been   handling   it   for   quite   a   few   years.   It’s   the   poking   and   prodding   that   causes   little   zaps   of   pain   to   shoot   up   his   leg   that   he   finds   unpleasant,   and   unnecessary   to   bear,   all   just   for   the   consulting   detective’s   amusement.   
“Why   would   you   do   that?”   He   parrots   the   words,   astounded   as   much   as   he   was   amused   by   the   put   on   innocence.   “Because   that’s   your   modus   operandi.   Because   that’s   what   gets   you   out   of   bed   in   the   morning.   You   thrive   to   know   more   about   anything   and   everything,   no   matter   the   cost,   or   pain   caused.”   Perhaps   said   pain   was   what   made   John   speak   in   such   a   biting   manner,   a   sardonic   smile   curled   beneath   his   mustache.   “It   leaves   me   to   wonder   if   you   haven’t   left   me   in   such   a   predicament   on   purpose   to   begin   with.”   
Tumblr media
The critique washed over a Holmes who, if not oblivious, was not taking particular note either. "They say doctors make the worst patients. I am inclined to think they are right. Do hold still, Watson." His aquiline features screwed in concentration, he attempted to return to his task but found that the leg in question had wandered off again. Holmes let out an impatient sound, following the trail of movement with his eyes. A familiar and this time unamused gaze met him halfway.
Responsible he certainly felt, and he was deeply invested in a good outcome here; but his medical knowledge was more commonly applied to the dead than the living, and he did not feel the need to hold his friend's proverbial hand as he sometimes did the clients. "Come now, my good fellow, would I do that?" His look traveled fast from mock hurt to a flash of genuine feeling. "When it's down to me that you're in this predicament?"
12 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 3 months ago
Text
@tcbefearless: who's afraid of little old me? / John Watson from Irene
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Many   people are,   men   more   so   than   women,   I’m   sure   you   know   that   by   now.”   It's   an   obvious,   stating-the-fact   tone   that   John   takes   with   her,   eyebrows   raised   and   head   tipped   low.   Some   amusement   is   curling   at   the   corner   of   his   mouth,   but   hopefully   his   mustache   covers   that   up.   She   must   have   known   that   the   innocent   act   wouldn’t   work   on   him,   right?   Or   does   she   truly   believe   him   to   be   the   obtuse   friend   to   the   consulting   detective?   “Maybe   even   Sherlock,   at   certain   times.   Though   that   fear   soon   turns   into   some. . .   perverse   fascination,   because   whyever   else   would   he constantly   keep   tabs   on   you?”   
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
@reverdies: 🛁 for your Watson from Holmes
Tumblr media Tumblr media
A   hiss   sounds   from   behind   his   tightly   gritted   teeth,   flinching   away   at   the   sting   the   ethanol   caused   to   his   wound.   Be   it   his   luck   to   injure   his   good   leg,   he   also   got   a   nurse   that   was   more   fascinated   with   the   process   of   cleaning   the   wound   rather   than   making   sure   his   patient   was   comfortable   and   not   in   pain.   “ Dear   God,   Holmes.   When   you   volunteered   to   help   me   patch   myself   up,   I   did   not   think   it   meant   me   having   to   endure   additional   poking   and   prodding. ”   
And   considering   the   consulting   detective   was   inadvertently   responsible   for   the   injuries   John   sustained,   he   thought   the   man   would   be   more   gentle   about   this   approach   too.   He   sighs,   setting   down   a   suture   kit   he   used   to   patch   up   a   knife   wound   in   his   side,   and   looking   Sherlock   straight   in   the   eye.   “ If   you   want   run   your   experiments   on   me   while   cleaning   my   wound   up,   do   be   more   careful. ”   
12 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 9 days ago
Text
@frontlincs: [ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug / from nancy for victorian john !
Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝑻𝒉𝒆   𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕   𝒊𝒏   𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕   𝒐𝒇   𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎   𝒘𝒂𝒔   𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓   𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆;   even   John,   an   experienced   military   doctor   who   had   seen   the   horrors   of   war,   wanted   to   turn   away   in   disgust.   So   to   him,   it   was   really   no   wonder   that   it   was   exactly   what   Nancy   did,   turning   her   entire   body   the   opposite   direction   of   the   corpse,   colliding   into   him   in   her   haste.   John,   on   his   own   part,   wasted   no   time   in   wrapping   his   arms   around   her   midriff,   hoping   like   some   mad   man   that   an   embrace   could   shield   the   young   woman   from   the   terrifying   sight.   “It’s   okay,   it’s   going   to   be   okay,”   he   mutters,   not   really   sure   why,   while   rubbing   his   hand   soothingly   across   Ms.   Drew’s   back.   “We’re   going   to   catch   whoever   did   this,   and   they’ll   get   their   comeuppance,   trust   me.”  
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
storyuntrue · 2 months ago
Text
@demisereb0rn: i can finally breathe again. ( mary to john - victorian au ) !
Tumblr media Tumblr media
A   good   natured   chuckle   emits   from   deep   in   John’s   chest,   taking   a   step   back   from   her,   but   waiting   nearby,   should   she   need   more   help.   “I   don’t   imagine   a   dress   like   that   is   very   comfortable.   Though   you   do   look   gorgeous   in   it.”   Perhaps   he   will   not   admit   it   out   loud,   but   at   least   with   himself   he   can   be   honest   that   the   moment   he   had   seen   Mary   in   her   wedding   dress,   his   throat   had   clogged   up   and   tears   welled   up   in   his   eyes   from   the   sheer   beauty   of   his   now   wife.  
Tumblr media
0 notes
storyuntrue · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
TAG DROP! JOHN WATSON.
0 notes
storyuntrue · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
They   leave   him   a   bit   off   balanced,   Sherlock’s   genuine   words,   he   doesn’t   know   exactly   how   to   react.   Would   a   hug   be   something   that   the   consulting   detective   would   appreciate?   Or   would   it   be   misunderstood?   There   is   only   one   way   to   find   out   the   truth,   but   John’s   not   entirely   sure   he   wants   to   take   that   path   of   discovery.   So   instead   his   own   hand   claps   at   Holmes’   shoulder,   a   genuine   smile   tugging   at   his   lips.   “I   shall   try   my   best   to   incorporate   it   seamlessly,   and   organically.   No   praise   for   myself   when   undeserved,   though.   I   can   only   hope   that   I   will   do   it   successfully,   but   we   will   see   how   it   will   transpire   with   the   future   stories.”
Shifting   away,   John   returns   to   the   task   of   setting   the   medical   kit   back   to   its   rightful   place,   limping   his   way   to   the   cabinet.   “However,   for   that   to   happen,   we   do   first   need   to   finish   a   case,   you   know.”   There   is   some   merriness   to   the   way   he   taunts   Holmes,   his   eyes   twinkling   with   a   touch   of   mischief.   “The   audience   rarely   finds   the   unsolved   stories   to   be   that   of   a   satisfactory   nature.   I’m   sure   that   even   my   brilliant   inputs   wouldn’t   help   them   feel   otherwise.”  
Tumblr media
While he does enjoy a spot of mischief, a hint of dramatic license at times, the rare occasion of actual sentiment passing his lips is never that. It is difficult to draw from him in the first place. When it does emerge, it can only be sincere, if delivered in Holmes' particular (and peculiar) manner. He can see that Watson still suspects his motives from the slight narrowing of his eyes, an angling of the head. That is his own fault, naturally. If he were more forthcoming in such matters, it would all be much more clear to the doctor. There would be no room for vague speculation.
"Hardly, so long as you balance it well," Holmes assures him coolly. "I believe I have told you of my brother Mycroft. It is simple fact that he possesses those same faculties which you praise in your stories, in far greater quantity. There is no humility in admitting it. But it would be just as false to deny that my abilities in the art of deduction outstrip most others. Do you see? Both are disingenuous, Watson. The exact truth. Your readers deserve that, as do you." A beat, then Holmes strides over impulsively , seizing his friend by the shoulder. "They should know you are invaluable to me."
12 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
The   medical   kit   neatly   packed   and   set   aside,   John   grasps   onto   the   arms   of   his   chair,   so   he   could   push   himself   up   into   a   standing   position.   The   grimace   on   his   face   quickly   fades   into   a   curious   smile,   clear   eyes   searching   Holmes’   features   for   any   traces   of   lie   or   mischief.   It’s   a   habit,   to   make   sure   that   his   leg   is   not   being   pulled,   and   that   the   words   the   consulting   detective   uttered   were   honestly   meant.   Of   course,   his   success   rate   at   spotting   such   things   was   not   entirely   admirable,   but   that   didn’t   deter   John   from   trying.   
“Wouldn’t   that   fill   the   stories   with   my   own   vanity,   then?”   A   challenge   to   Holmes’   statement,   John   gives   him   a   knowing   look,   snatching   the   medical   kit   from   the   coffee   table   in   order   to   bring   it   back   to   its   usual   place.   “Should   I   start   boasting   about   my   own   involvement,   help   and   expertise   within   these   stories,   don’t   you   think   that   people   will   start   calling   me   a   jealous   fraud?   Rumors   would   start   flying,   no   doubt,   that   I’m   attempting   to   steal   your   fame   and   intellect. No, no, Holmes,  I   believe   it’s   best   to   keep   the   stories   as   they   are,   for   the   sake   of   both   our   peace.”   
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Holmes knows he doesn't say it often enough. He couldn't possibly, as it would be a near constant distraction if he tried. But the truth is he values Watson's loyalty, his readiness to action, his bravery, and his expertise as well. He may be no genius, but possesses plenty of intelligence (if a writing tone more inclined to mawkishness than scientific enquiry) that combined with his other qualities make for an admirable human being and a marvelous friend.
But how can he bring himself to say all that? He, whose great brain supposedly chafes at sentiment like an oyster with a grain of sand. Well, perhaps if he lets it past his shell, it will become a pearl in time— perhaps it already has. "Yes, all right, Watson," he says in a tone not in fact meant to dissuade him, "no need to lay it on quite so thick." The amused sparkle in his eyes tells a different story. Of course he enjoys a bit of praise, even wrapped up in teasing. But the corners of his lips flatten at receiving his friend's full stare. He feels pinned; the unfortunate metaphor that springs to mind is one of the murderer Stapleton's butterflies. "Just this: you have often underplayed your own contributions to either 'improve' the story or to emphasize my own efforts. I abhor false humility as much as vanity. You must tell the precise truth of how much an asset Dr. John Watson is."
12 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Somehow   getting   Mary’s   blessing   didn’t   settle   John   entirely,   still   unwilling   to   leave   her   side.   Yes,   the   adventures   were   thrilling,   the   adrenaline   providing   him   with   a   high   that   can   hardly   be   found   in   alternative   measures.   But   his   marriage   to   Mary   was   still   so   fresh,   so   new,   and   so   unexplored   that   John   wanted   to   spend   as   much   time   as   he   could   by   his   wife’s   side.   And a   question   loomed   over   his   head   anytime   he   was   required   to   assist   Holmes;   what   if   he   leaves   and   never   comes   back?   What   then?
“Why   don’t   you   come   with   me?”   The   question   slips   out   of   his   lips   faster   than   he   can   think   of   the   idea   itself,   his   clear   eyes   fixing   on   the   woman   beside   him.   “Not   for   the   adventure   itself,   mind,   should   there   even   be   one.   Just   for   the   visit.   It   will   be   easier   for   me   to   deny   him   if   it   proves   to   be   a   trifle   and   not   a   serious   matter.”   John’s   well   aware   that   it   won’t   be   something   that   Sherlock   himself   will   enjoy   in   particular,   but   his   marriage   came   first.   
Tumblr media
when mary married john , she knew how important his friendship to sherlock was. she could remember how angry she had been at sherlock when they first met. they hadn't been at the table for long & he was able to figure out every little detail about her & her life. while it angered her , her opinion changed when the male went undercover to check up on her fiance. it wasn't a horrible disguise but mary had been able to see right through it.
Tumblr media
while sherlock could be reckless , it meant a lot to her that he had gone out of his way to check in on her fiance & it was a friendship that she didn't want to come in between. there were plenty of things around the house that she could do to keep herself busy for the time being. taking a breath , she nodded her head before moving over to pick up her husband's jacket & handed it to him with a soft smile. ❝ I understand my darling. just promise if there is more to this that you'll be safe okay? ❞
7 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 4 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
They   would   be   living   in   an   ideal   world   if   it   would   be   as   simple   to   visit   Sherlock   as   Mary   had   detailed.   Merely   stopping   by   221b   Baker   Street   was   a   downright   impossible   task;   mostly   due   to   the   fact   that   he’d   no   doubt   find   Holmes   once   again   disregarding   his   own   health.   That   in   turn,   would   end   up   with   John   going   on   a   spiel   about   his   carelessness   and   reckless   behavior.   It’s   a   tune   as   old   as   time,   the   steps   repeated   so   many   times   they   were   polished   and   memorized   to   the   bone.   So   why   is   he   still   giving   in,   a   sigh   escaping   from   his   lungs   and   signaling   his   defeat?   
“Very   well,   I’ll   stop   by   his   place   and   see   what   it   is   that   he   wants.”   His   tone   is   weary,   but   mostly   because   the   both   of   them   knew   that   Mary   hit   the   nail   on   the   head;   he   was   indeed   missing   running   around   London   with   the   consulting   detective,   solving   crimes   and   catching   the   criminals.   “But   you   must   be   aware,   that   if   there   is   indeed   a   serious   issue   upon   which   he   is   calling   for   me,   that   I   might   not   return   home   for   a   day   or   even   more.   Is   that   alright   with   you?”
@demisereborn
Tumblr media
the female let out a sigh & made her way over to her fiancé. resting her hand on the back of the seat, she looked down at the telegram in his hands, the request from his friend to come 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟸𝟷𝚋. she knew what the man was capable of & there were definitely times that sherlock requested for john to stop by & it turned out to be nothing.
Tumblr media
while this could very well be one of those times, a part of her worried that perhaps he could be telling the truth this time. “ why don't you simply swing by & if he appears to be in good spirits, simply leave him be ; don't let him trick you. if you get there and there is some sort of problem, then you can help him solve it. i'm sure a part of you misses those adventures, right darling? ”
7 notes · View notes
storyuntrue · 7 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Where   Holmes   abandons   the   task   of   dressing   the   wound   properly,   John   steps   in   himself.   It’s   not   the   first   time   he   has   had   to   patch   up   his   own   injuries,   and   if   he   continues   his   friendship   with   the   consulting   detective,   he   is   certain   it   won’t   be   the   last.   Not   that   he   minds   too   much;   the   work   he   does   on   himself   might   be   less   meticulous,   but   it’s   certainly   quicker.   And   less   painful,   so   he   really   doesn’t   mind   adding   up   the   finishing   touches   to   get   himself   in   tip-top   order.   
“No   we   cannot;   someone   needs   to   be   efficient   and   capable   of   solving   the   oddest   of   crimes.”   He   agrees   with   a   lightly   sardonic   tone   of   voice   and   a   smile   to   match   it.   The   both   of   them   were   comfortable   with   a   banter   that   could   seem   biting   to   an   outsider,   but   mostly   it   was   just   good   natured   teasing.   The   next   bit   that   comes   from   Holmes’   mouth   piques   John’s   interest   and   a   singular   eyebrow rises,   redirecting   his   full   attention   from   wrapping   the   gauze   around   his   leg   to   his   best   friend.   “And   whatever   do   you   mean   by   that,   pray   tell.”  
Tumblr media
Even Holmes can sense it, the danger lurking somewhere just out of sight. He trusts Watson more than any other. But in the time they've spent together, he has also observed his friend's flaws, how they can at times collide with his own. Which is why the detective has made the effort to apologize. It's rare enough; either he's not wrong, or he relies on the patience of those who know him to brush it off. He can see why a wounded leg, which in the circumstances could have been much worse still, might be harder to dismiss.
"Good." His tone is crisp and brisk, bordering on that lack of emotion that Watson often criticizes him for; yet the sharp grey eyes following every move are not quite as clinical as usual. At times circumstances remind him that these dangerous situations put not only himself but Watson in jeopardy, and for that he does chide himself now. In an attempt to lighten things with a bit of humor, and perhaps distract Watson from his pain, he shakes his head, clicks his tongue and says, "I was trying to mend you. We cannot all have had medical training and first-hand experience in Afghanistan. Have I ever told you that you do yourself a disservice in your chronicling of our adventures?"
12 notes · View notes