uni!fem!sherlock’s hair is always messy. not like, sexy messy, but literally messy. one time she found a pencil stub in there from math class two days ago. her curls are all over the place, and she can barely keep them pinned up all nice and in place. sometimes the intensity of them even breaks the pins. when she can manage it, of course, it falls in sweet, glossy ringlets down around her head, stopping at her mid back. she’s thought of cutting it off, but she sort of likes the grown-in look, and is really waiting for it to get warmer to cut it off. now, in winter, she’ll braid it and put it in a beanie. one day, she’s in the library, and she takes off her beanie. somehow, the static of the fabric has her head fluffing up, frizzing up, and she hears a chuckle from the other table. she looks over, and there’s a pretty heart-faced girl with smooth, managed blonde hair that falls to her collarbone in two smooth sheets beside her head. and she’s blushing and smiling. and sherlock gets the dopiest look on her face, staring at her, hair sticking up everywhere. she tries to be cool and stick a pencil behind her ear, but she jabs her eye with the eraser and squeaks. the girl laughs, and its the prettiest and sweetest sound sherlock has ever heard. she’s blushing, eye watering, when the girl picks up her medical books and moves to sit at her table. then they fall in love
Sherlock’s Notebook – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Sherlock’s Notebook – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Unilock, Alternate Universe – College/University, Art, Inspired by Art, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, First Time, Anal Sex, Rimming, Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Moving In Together, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary:Sherlock hired John Watson to model for him. He didn’t expect him to stay.
For willietheplaidjacket and her amazing art
All right, here’s that johnlock karaoke unilock fic I was talking about in Seattle. Fluff and smut.
What Makes You Beautiful – John and the gang take Sherlock out for his birthday. What happens when it’s just John and Sherlock?
teaser below the cut
All right, here’s that johnlock karaoke unilock fic I was talking about in Seattle. Fluff and smut.
What Makes You Beautiful – John and the gang take Sherlock out for his birthday. What happens when it’s just John and Sherlock?
teaser below the cut
“I don’t need a birthday party, John,” Sherlock didn’t bother looking up from his microscope.
John smiled as he leaned in the doorway. They’d only been roommates since the start of term but already it felt like Sherlock consumed his world. Not that John minded a bit, so long as he kept his grades up. He still wasn’t quite sure if they were something more than just mates, but that was more than half the reason for this excursion. “Mike said you’d say that.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow before he lifted his head. “Who is attending?”
“Me, you, Mike, Greg and Sally. Don’t worry, Anderson isn’t coming.” John watched his face, could tell already that Sherlock would come along.
“I suppose.” Sherlock made a show of putting away his slides and grabbing his scarf and coat.
John led the way out into the snowy courtyard. “Greg knows a place. He’s driving.”
“We could just take a cab,” grumbled Sherlock.
“Hey you’re not the one who gets stuck sitting in the middle of the back seat all the time,” John stuffed his hands in his pocket.
“You have the shortest legs, it only makes sense.”
“Thanks for the observation, Sherlock,” said John dryly.
A unilock Christmas present for willietheplaidjacket
Scotch and Snowmen – John’s spending Christmas alone in the dorm…oh right Sherlock Holmes is here too…
teaser below the cut
John Watson stuffed his hands deeper into his coat pockets as he trudged back to his dorm. The campus was eerie when it was empty like this. But most students had family to go home to over break. John had received special permission to just stay here. It was only a couple weeks and at least this way he could get a head start on studying for next semester. There had been an invite from a teacher for Christmas, but he’d politely turned it down. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the holiday surrounded by happy little kids in a warm little house with a cozy little fire and a loving family. Harry was busy with her girlfriend; there hadn’t even been a phone call in two months and he wasn’t quite sure of her number these days anyways. And it would be a cold day in Hell before he’d spend one more night under his father’s roof.
As he reached the dorm, he looked up and realized there was a light on. Ah, right, Sherlock Holmes was still here too. He did have family to go to, but as far as he understood, they didn’t get on either. Well, maybe they could at least demolish the scotch John had in his room. He didn’t drink often, another legacy of Da, but a holiday was an excellent reason.
He climbed the stairs to his room and went in, hanging up his coat and shaking off the cold. He glanced in the mirror and brushed the lingering snowflakes from his hair before grabbing the scotch from the back of the closet.
Heading back into the hallway, he headed for Sherlock’s room and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he tried again before taking a breath and trying the handle. To his surprise the door was open, and room empty.
Frowning, John closed the door again and looked up and down the hall. Oh. Of course. The light he’d seen from outside wasn’t this room. He called up the memory of the building, looked around a moment, then headed down the hall, knocking on a door one story up and three doors down from where he’d been.
As he raised his hand to knock, he heard the faint sounds of a violin. He froze in place, listening to the beautiful melody. It was like nothing he’d heard before. He was hardly aware he was still standing with his hand raised until the music suddenly stopped and the door was flung open.
“John Watson,” Sherlock glowered down at him. The young man had a fearsome reputation, but John wasn’t particularly scared of anyone. He lowered his hand and smiled at him, offering the bottle of scotch.
