*eats tea-flavored popcorn🍿

they keep their last names and don’t tell anybody about it and at some point they forget that they’re even married

they realize the downside of this plan bc both of them are falling for their much older attendings (robby and baran) and don’t feel like they can pursue them in good conscience while legally married

dennis and trinity have spent long nights lamenting about robby and baran respectively and know that they’re too down bad for it to just be a crush

one day trinity walks up to dennis with a large folder and, in a not so subtle manner, abruptly says “hey huck, i think we should get divorced. I already found a lawyer and here’s some paperwork. we can fill it out in the break room”

everyone stops what they’re doing immediately.

no one had any idea that santos and whitaker were married, let alone that their marriage was apparently falling apart to the point where she would publicly declare divorce.

they all stop and watch whitaker to see how he’ll react, expecting him to act shocked or hurt.

instead he just looks up from his computer and says, “yeah one sec. let me finish up this chart and i’ll meet you in there”

We are very excited and we can’t wait to share our ideas :D

Thank you and have a good day/night!! <3

-Kiwi ❤️

ep 9 spoilers below!!

heyyyyy, how we all doing? this is just a random assortment of headcanons from my notes app. might do a more themed/organized one if i end up making more. enjoy <33

(btw all super fluffy, no nsfw ones so not to worry!)

Give me Grace watching the NASA feed of the Aries III like a hawk, telling himself that Watney will come home safe so he can put him six feet under himself.

Today, BBC Sherlock and Teen Wolf

*Looking Down - HPswl_cumbercookie

6k, 1/1, Johnlock, Panic Attacks, Trauma, Acrophobia, Greg is a good friend, Hurt/Comfort

Sherlock's time away in Serbia has led to a rather severe manifestation of Acrophobia, which culminates in a severe panic attack and leads to some much needed confessions between our Baker Street Boys.

*The End - SherKat

5k, 6/6, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Identity Crisis, Ella Thompson, Mycroft Holmes, Trauma

After the fiasco at Sherrinford and Musgrave Hall, Sherlock is more than a bit not good.

And John has yet to learn that words, especially thoughtless ones spoken in haste, can cut very deeply indeed.

*What Was Different - thelookyouredoingthelookagain

17k, 9/9, Johnlock, Internalized Homophobia, First Time, Sherlock's Past, Gay Sherlock, Bisexual John Watson

John's list of assumptions about gay relationships surprises Sherlock. So the detective decides to enlighten the doctor.

*Denial - A_Candle_For_Sherlock

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Sherlock's Past, Gay Sherlock, Past Viclock, Gay Bar, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, No smut

Written for a Tumblr prompt by grumpybijohn: "Imagine john and sherlock going to a gay bar for a case and the bartender/manager recognizes sherlock and is all like, 'Sherlock!! I haven’t seen you in years! How are you? Is this your boyfriend?'”

Or, what happens when denial finally gets too hard to maintain.

*On Blanket Forts And Waffles - reveling_in_mayhem

15k, 1/1, Johnlock, Parentlock, Rosie Watson, Sheer Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together

John was happy with his life with Rosie and Sherlock. He had a lovely daughter and a wonderful best friend.

A sleepover in the living room wouldn't change any of that.

*Deductions Amiss - alice9

3k, 1/1, Johnlock, Confused Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Everything is actually fine, Implied/Referenced Infidelity

He sees, observes, and deduces, and the results leave him heartbroken. But he will do anything to keep John, even if it means having to keep his pain hidden and his mouth silent.

*I Can Carry You - lurikko

18k, 4/4, Johnlock, Dubious Consent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fuck or Die

“I need you to do it for me,” Sherlock said.

*Looking Back, Moving Forward - Schattengestalt

12k, 2/2, Johnlock, Trans Sherlock, TW: Misgendering, TW: Past Transphobia, Supportive John, First Kiss, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Memories, Body Dysphoria, Happy Ending

John believes that he has learned everything there is to know about Sherlock in the years that they have lived together. That is, until an unexpected letter arrives that challenges his view of his best friend.

*A (Sort of) Fairytale - briecheesie, daunt

25k, 1/1, Sterek, Fox!Stiles, Getting Together, Beautiful Illustrations, Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Romance

Sherlock and Rosie? Any headcanons or little ideas you wanted to yell about?

And I answered it anyway! Cause I'll take any excuse to talk about Sherlock & Molly!!

Oh. Oh so many. Get ready!

Sherlock delights in playing with Rosie. When she's a toddler, he lies on the floor and builds blocks with her, plays with cuddly toys and plastic ones, is up for anything. As she gets older, and plays with new and different things, he happily indulges her - he'll do LITERALLY ANYTHING with her as long as it makes her happy.

Going on from that, he often sits her in his lap if he's at the microscope and lets her 'have a turn'. As she gets older, and becomes more engaged and able to understand what he's doing, she continues on. It's such a habit that even a teenage Rosie goes to sit on Uncle Sherlock's knee to see what he's doing (no that's not weird, I still sit on my grandparents/mum's laps as an adult so fuck off).

When Rosie tries things/does things in her teens/late twenties, she goes to Sherlock. I'm talking her first experience being tipsy sort of things. She loves her dad and he's very understanding, but he still judges, and lectures. Sherlock doesn't. Sherlock makes her lay out why what she did was perhaps not good, or what she learned from it, but he never, ever judges.

As Rosie grows up it's clear her hair curls naturally (think series 4 Mary's hair), but not as much as Sherlock's. During a particular period of time, she insists on having her hair curled and cut short so she can look like her Uncle Sherlock. This comes back with a vengeance in rebellious late teen years where she cuts off her hair, curls it and dyes it black. She thinks John will go ballistic, instead he laughs his ass off, while Sherlock is stunned.

When Rosie begins asking about her mother, John is very reluctant to talk about her - does he tell her the truth about Mary now, later, never? And it still hurts him to think about Mary cause he loved her so much. So, in the beginning, when Rosie asks, she asks Sherlock (this has been agreed upon by Sherlock and John beforehand). Sherlock delights in telling Rosie about her mother, how amazing, how brilliant and how brave she was. (Fight me Mary antis)

When John agrees to go on their first case after The Final Problem, he can't get a sitter for Rosie. This leads to having to bring Rosie along with them to a thankfully not gory crime scene. What is strange is that Sherlock insists on carrying Rosie the entire time, and even when looking for clues he keeps her balanced on his hip. He talks to her as well as John the entire time. The Yarders can't quite believe it. Lestrade thinks it's hilarious.

Sherlock calls her "Watson" and yes, it's because I keep reading fics where he does this but he does it and that's that.

One of Sherlock and Rosie's favourite past-times is teasing/bullying Mycroft. The elder homes stops by more often after TFP, and the brother's have a slightly easier relationship, but Mycroft is still Mycroft. So of course, the moment he steps through the door on his first visit Sherlock passes him Rosie, sits back and watches the carnage.

That's all I've got for you for now, but there are so many more I could come up with/list. I love Sherlock and Rosie, and he's so soft for children - we deserved more of them.

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Bluebell

When Rosie Watson was old enough to decide which clothes to buy or wear, she always chose Sherlock’s favourite colour. Not that she knew it, but she was somehow drawn to it, nevertheless. Dresses, jumpers, t-shirts, trousers, skirts, jackets, even socks gifted in the wrong colour had to be brought back to the shop and changed. She could go along with the other colours if there were bees on the fabric, which Molly tried her best to find as to brighten up the little girl’s wardrobe.

Sherlock loved to see all the different shades of blue on his little girl. It made her eyes look even more blue than they originally were. He also liked to see his John in blue. John and Rosie’s eyes were so similar, although Rosie’s were a tiny bit lighter than John’s. 

Sherlock never stopped using his chosen pet name on Rosie. John had prepared him that once she started school, or at least in her teens, she would oppose him to use the pet name further. To John’s astonishment and Sherlock’s relief, it never happened. Rosie loved that her Papa called her Bluebell and occasionally Bee, but mostly it was the former.

***

John feared for Sherlock’s sanity when Rosie told them she was going abroad for her studies. He was careful not to show his distress to Rosie herself, but whenever he and John were alone at Baker Street in those days, he suffered terribly.

“What if she never comes back to England, John. Sydney’s so far away. She’s going to forget us, isn’t she? I don’t want her to go, John! I know I’m being foolish, but to not have her here regularly is an unbearable thought. She…”

“Shush now, my love,” John had murmured, holding Sherlock tight while stroking his hair. “I know it’s hard for you. It is for me too, but we have to let her go. Let her form her own life. We can’t keep her locked up here forever. And of course she won’t forget us, silly. We’re her parents, and you know she loves us. She shows us that every day, doesn’t she?”

“I know, John. I know, but it’s so hard. The hardest thing I’ve ever done. Well…almost.”

Sherlock had buried his face in John’s neck and cried. It was a rare occurrence that Sherlock broke down like this, and John had a hard time preventing his own tears from welling over. He held his husband, soothed him, murmuring sweet words and reassurances in his ear, and finally Sherlock had gathered himself. His eyes were red rimmed, and John kissed away the tears on his cheeks.

“We’ll go visit her, you know,” John said, and Sherlock nodded.

“Of course. If she…”

“Sherlock, please. She’ll want us to come visit. You know that.”

“Yes, John. It’s just…when it comes to the two of you. The thought of losing…”

“I know, sweetheart. We feel the same way. That’s what undying love does to you,” John said and kissed Sherlock tenderly.

***

As Rosie’s departure came closer, Sherlock had been less fragile. When there wasn’t a case or experiment to devote his time to, he read all about Rosie’s university, and the city itself. Afterwards he knew more about the subject than Rosie herself, which surprised no one.

“It looks really promising, Bluebell,” Sherlock stated over dinner a few weeks before Rosie’s exodus, as Sherlock called it. “You’ll like it there, I think.”

“I’m sure I will, Papa. Sylvia knows a couple of students there, and they’re over the moon,” Rosie retorted and extended a hand to squeeze Sherlock’s hand.

John had to blink hard and bite his inner cheek not to burst into tears when he saw their daughter soothing Sherlock. She was so aware of his emotions. A Watson thing, John thought to himself and smiled at his beloved husband who cocked an eye brow at him, silently asking, “you alright?” John just nudged his foot reassuring him, and Sherlock went back to the conversation with his Bluebell.

***

A serious amount of tears were spilled at Heathrow airport when Rosie clung to her parents, suddenly realising that she wouldn’t be able to hug them for months. John was a mess to, and it was in situations like these, Sherlock found his aptitude to be strong for all of them. He murmured soothing words to them both, wrapping them up in his arms, letting them cry, while he kissed them tenderly.

“Be in touch as often as you see fit, Bee,” Sherlock said softly while cradling Rosie’s face. “I won’t hesitate to call in a favour from uncle Myc if necessary.”

Rosie beamed up at her Papa with blurry eyes and smiled, then giggled as she pictured her uncle receiving said call.

After one last group hug, Rosie walked away from them to her future. John grabbed Sherlock’s hand tight and when Rosie had disappeared in the crowd, Sherlock pulled a shaky John to his chest and kissed the top of his head.

“She’ll be fine, John. She’s a Watson, after all.”

“A Holmes Watson in fact,” John said, lifted his head and kissed Sherlock’s lips.

and ooo maybe something related to sherlock's growing/settling relationship with rosie as she grows into a teen and john realising that she's much more alike mary than she thinks when she gets upset that she can't remember much about her mother. the men help her see that.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson & Rosie Watson

Rating: General Audience

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Post Season/Series 04, Father-Daughter Relationship, Rosie is a teenager, Teen attitude, Parentlock, Post Mary Morstan, Angst, Fluff

Thank you so, so much for this prompt, anon! I’m so sorry I didn’t get to it sooner and you were one of my first people to send in prompts. I hope this is to your liking❤️❤️

*•*•*•*

Something’s different about Rosie today, John can tell.

Maybe it’s the unsaid sense of a father or maybe it’s because the teen has displayed a frown since the moment she woke up.

John remembers wishing Rosie a good day at school when he dropped her off, students hurrying to get to their first class.

Rosie, however, only stared at the ground, ignoring John. Her blue eyes were blank, her jaw tense.

John blinked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey.”

Rosie’s eyelashes fluttered as she turned to John. “Yeah?”

“You alright?”

She shrugged, and John was only happy it wasn’t an eye roll as well, a pair of gestures that the teen had acquired as the years went on. “M’fine, Dad,” she dismissed, carrying her bag and leaving John’s side before John could say anything else.

“Her menstrual cycle, maybe?” Sherlock had suggested back at 221B when John voiced his concerns. “Did she seem irate?”

“No,” John had said. “Well—god, I don’t even know. Maybe? Just… down, I guess.”

Sherlock came up behind John and soothed a loose hair on the doctor’s head. “Ask her when she gets home, then.”

John snorted. “You know how to deal with her best. You ask her.”

“John,” Sherlock said, sending him a pointed look. “Talk to her.”

The conversation replays in John’s head as he and Rosie walk home, their steps in sync.

Rosie has just turned 14, and her attitude certainly shows it. John finds that his daughter has obtained his obvious anger issues. That can cause some arguments to take place, as much as John wishes it didn’t. Or maybe it’s because she’s around the snarky detective, catching on to his sass.

John sighs through his nose. He hopes not.

Before they enter the flat, John stops her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Rosie, wait.”

Rosie stops, turning to him with a stiff shrug. “Yeah?”

John turns his head. “You sure you’re alright, darling?”

Rosie’s still for too long, her eyes never leaving John’s. “I told you, I’m fine,” she says.

“Right, well, you say that, but you don’t seem like it.”

Rosie scoffs. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to do about it. This is how I act.”

John grits his teeth. “Not usually. Usually you don’t give me an attitude.”

“I’m not giving you an attitude. I’m talking.”

John laughs humorlessly. “Rosie, this isn’t talking. This is starting an argument.”

This time, Rosie rolls her eyes. “God, I can’t get anything through with you!”

And to John’s great surprise, she barges through the door and practically stomps up the stars. John waits for another moment and soon, he registers a door slamming.

John sighs in frustration and heads up to 221B as well in a much calmer fashion. Once he steps into the living room to the flat, Sherlock turns to him where he’s conducting an experiment on the kitchen counter.

“Not good, then?” the detective asks with a quirk of a brow.

John runs a hand over his face. “No. No, not good.”

“She doesn’t like when you’re snarky back,” Sherlock murmurs, flicking a glass tube with his fingers to allow more water flow.

“I wasn’t- look, she has to learn how to dial down that attitude,” John says, leaning on the frame of the entrance to the kitchen. “I swear, it’s almost like arguing with you.”

“No. It’s like arguing with you,” Sherlock corrects. “Or Mary. Really, I can see both of you in her quite clearly.”

John grits his teeth at the comment. He looks up at the bedroom, the shut door displaying unwelcomeness. John steps forward. “Maybe I should-”

“Don’t,” Sherlock says, his eyes still on the tube. “Give her time. Allow her to cool off.”

John clenches his jaw, then nods curtly. “Yeah. Right, erm-”

In a swift movement, Sherlock turns on the stool, taking John’s sides and bringing him closer so that he’s able to stand between his legs. John releases a quiet sigh of relief at the feel of Sherlock’s hands at his sides, soothing him.

“In the research I’ve done, teenagers are prone to get angry easier,” Sherlock says.

“You’ve done research?”

“Shut up. What I’m saying is, just… be patient with her, I suppose. If you two keep bickering back and forth, it will be to no end.”

John stares at Sherlock, unable to take his eyes off this wonderful, brilliant man in front of him. “I love you,” John breathes.

Sherlock grins. “I know.”

___

Two hours pass, maybe three. John is jittering in his chair, and Sherlock is browsing his (John’s) computer leisurely for a case.

John nods, making a decision. “Right. I’m gonna go talk to her.” He stands and Sherlock’s deep voice catches him.

“Calmly,” Sherlock warns, not looking up from the screen.

John opens his mouth to say something, then decides to simply settle for a nod.

Two steps at a time, he heads up the stairs. For a while, he just stands there, fist hesitantly nearing the wooden door.

He takes a deep breath, then knocks.

Nothing.

He knocks again.

John can hear an annoyed breath from the other end of the room. Soon, Rosie opens the door, her eyes expectant. “Yes?” she asks.

John gestures into the room. “May I come in, your majesty?”

Rosie fights a grin, but quickly hides it as she steps aside. “If you want.”

John comes in and briefly admires Rosie’s room. The design has changed over the years. It used to be John’s old room and it was quite bland, but as Rosie’s gotten older, John has encouraged her to decorate it how she pleases. Now there are a few posters of celebrities (that Sherlock rolls his eyes at) and John catches that there’s even a poster of James Bond.

John’s heart swells. He made sure to introduce Rosie to the Bond films at an early age and, together, they’ve made it a tradition to have a movie night at least once a year to binge watch the films. At first, Sherlock refused to partake in it. But when Rosie gave him her big blue eyes, silently pleading that he join them, Sherlock sighed in defeat, taking a seat next to them on the sofa.

John sucks in a breath, breaking his thoughts. He turns to Rosie, his eyes now filling with concern. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong now?”

Rosie looks down, fiddling her fingers. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Rosie,” John says gently. “Come on. You don’t have to lie about this.”

Rosie stares at him, then seems to make a decision. She goes across the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a deck of photographs.

John doesn’t have to see them to know what they are.

“I didn’t mean to snoop,” Rosie claims nervously, stepping forward as she looks down at the pictures of her mother on her wedding day. “But… I mean- I saw the photo album in the corner of your room and- and I couldn’t help but look… keep them. I promise I’ll put them all back, but I just wanted to look, and-”

“Rosie,” John says. He sighs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright, darling. It- I knew you’d be curious someday.”

Rosie released a trembling breath. John’s heart breaks. “Why don’t we talk about Mum?” she asks.

John bites down hard on his inner cheek. “You know it’s a sensitive subject. You know how she died.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about her,” Rosie counters, her voice cracking.

John squeezes her shoulder, then leads them both to sit on the bed. “I know,” he says. “I know and I’m… so sorry. I just- there’s so much about your mother that- that’s not… I just don’t want you to see her in a bad light.”

“Then… at least tell me if- if I’m like her,” Rosie pleads.

“Oh, darling, of course you are,” John reassures. “You’re a spitting image of her.”

“Could you just- tell me about her? Tell me what she’s like?”

“Well, she was-”

“I want Sherlock to be here,” Rosie interrupts, her eyes desperate.

John pauses. He quickly recovers and nods. “Yeah… yeah, ‘course.”

Just then, Sherlock opens the door. He sniffs and John frowns. “You summoned me,” Sherlock says as he shuts the door behind him.

“Sherlock, how many times do I have to remind you not to listen in on conversations?” John says with gritted teeth as Rose laughs.

“You can hardly blame me, John,” Sherlock defends as he sits on the other side of Rosie.

“I can and I most certainly will.”

Sherlock’s eyes focus on Rosie. “What would you like to know?”

Rosie looks down as she thinks. “It’s selfish.”

“Bee,” Sherlock says in the soft voice he only reserves for Rosie and John. “Nothing you can say is selfish. You have every right to know. I was wondering when you’d bring the topic up.”

Rosie sighs. “Anything, really. I want… I want to know if I’m like her at all or- just anything.”

John can’t help but give a small smile. “You have her stubbornness,” he says. “I think that’s the main thing. I swear, sometimes you talk just like her.”

“You have her energy,” Sherlock continues, and John wants to kiss the man for being such a wonderful sport. He knows Sherlock still feels inexplicable guilt, even as they’ve progressed their relationship into a couple. He knows Sherlock has a difficult time talking about the subject, but the fact that he talks about it like it’s the easiest thing in the world when someone brings Mary up… John loves him. “She was quite the lively woman.”

“You’re clever,” John says, his voice now a whisper. “She was intelligent, could always see through a lie and had a lense of reality.”

Rosie looks like she’s on the verge of tears. Sherlock rubs her back. “What is it?” the detective asks.

“No, no, it’s just…” She lets out a long breath. “Everyone at school always talks about their mothers. And- And that made me more upset that I couldn’t relate to them.” A small smile forms on Rosie’s lips. “I’m glad I can… that I can learn about Mum. And just knowing that I’m somewhat like her-” Rosie sniffles, smiling through her tears. “It makes me so happy.”

John pulls Rosie in for a tight hug, striving not to shed tears himself. He kisses her blonde curls. “You’re a lot more like her than you think. She’ll always be a part of you and I want you to never forget that.”

Sherlock seems hesitant on joining in on the affection, but Rosie huffs and pulls him in by his arm sleeve. “‘Lock, get in here.”

Sherlock chuckles at the nickname and joins in, wrapping his long arms around the both of them.

They stay like that for a while, just the three of them.

*•*•*•*

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