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"…"

[sherlockholmeslivesagain-blog]

"What?"

[aids-an-idiot]

"Hm? Oh, nothing." Averts his gaze, sighing some.

[aids-an-idiot]

"..."

[overtlyxcovert]

aids-an-idiot:

"Do I look like I—Who are you?"

      Sherlock Holmes. And you are?

[aids-an-idiot]

"John Wat--..." Probably misheard him. "I'm sorry, did you say 'Sherlock Holmes'?"

[aids-an-idiot]

ooc; I'm back...

Doubts anyone missed him, anyway.

[theimpossibleeccentric]

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"Yes…I managed to keep them dry, at least." Soaked from the pouring rain outside. Grumbles.

[theimpossibleeccentric]

"Of course you did," Sherlock remarked, surprised that John even found such an action worth remarking on. "What use would they have been if you’d gotten them wet."

[aids-an-idiot]

"A simple 'thank you' would be nice, Sherlock.." Sets them aside, removing his wet jacket and hanging it up. "Being nice can get you everything. You should know that."

[aids-an-idiot]

//Home from a convention. Status: Active.~

Just need some rest and I shall reply tomorrow.

If you would like to role play, send me a message or like this. It's been more than a week.

Thank you!

-JW.

[aids-an-idiot]

I do not appreciate your blog title. -SH

"There's a lot of things I do not appreciate that you do."

[aids-an-idiot]

//There's a heart on Tumblr's logo.

:3

[aids-an-idiot]

Elisa winced as she was thrown onto the floor. Vortex jumping, worse thing to do with a open surgical slice. She needed medical attention, she knew that much, her twin hearts were racing and she was bleeding out profusely. One of her livers had been removed and a 1/4 kidney's as well. Oh she hurt like hell. She gave a whimper and opened her eyes looking around. She was in a doctor's office. Perhaps, he could help her. Or, he could always turn her back in to Torchwood. "H-Help," she cried out.

"What on earth?"

Quickly, since it was an instinct, he called in for his medics, all the while kneeling in front of the woman and attempting to see where the bleeding came from. Was she in panic? Takes off his white linen hospital jacket, slipping it near her sides, observing and trying to understand the problem, figuring it out in his head. Once several of others came in, they were careful and painfully slow, just to make sure it wouldn't cause he more damage to lift her onto the gurney. "Into the main room, at once."

[aids-an-idiot]

On John's desk sits a vase full of roses. A note is attached to it saying, "Happy Valentine's Day".

Enters the living room, finding very crimson bouquet. Curious, stepping towards the blossoms and leaning close. They were on his desk, why--

...Oh.

Snorts to himself, getting a gentle feel of the petals upon the top of the flower.

"Now who would do this?"

[aids-an-idiot]

♡ [ Just an ordinary day ] Valentine's Day. February 14th. ♡

His eyes opened slowly, taking in the daylight from the outside that peered in through the window. Valentine's Day. What about it? It was just like any other day, to Watson. Never did he had any luck with his dates and no one had ever told him they liked him. He was just an military veteran. A simple doctor, who helped Sherlock on his cases whenever he can. Stirring from his bedding, the blond sighed, putting a robe on around his pajamas and entering the kitchen.

Prepares himself a small cup of coffee, black. What was the point of sweetness today? It's not like anyone ever did something //kind// and //sweet// for him. Sugar was out of the question. He sat down, sighing, staring in front of him but his mind drifted off into his own thoughts.

Probably merchandise. Companies needed to sell in order to get profit, so...this was another gain for the market. This day never made him happy, in fact, it usually made him feel lonesome. The sudden thoughts of his past relationships, which all ended in like trash, made him think. Perhaps he wasn't worthy enough for anyone, or that he wasn't attractive. Maybe he was destined to be alone. Yeah, that was probably it.

[aids-an-idiot]

  "Evening…?"

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"Is that a question, a greeting, or a ridiculous statement?"

[aids-an-idiot]

"...Greeting. Why would I be sarcastic with you?"

[overtlyxcovert]

aids-an-idiot 

[overtlyxcovert]

      Do you smell sulphur? 

[aids-an-idiot]

"Do I look like I--Who are you?"

[mxrbis-archive-deactivated20140]

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[mxrbis-archive-deactivated20140]

”- —What?”

[aids-an-idiot]

"Evening...?"

[aids-an-idiot]

Soon, Watson was laying upon his back and looking upward to the detective. Even though he was fully clothed…He felt exposed now. Because they finally understood what they really meant for each other. However, the embarrassment lingered, causing his face to turn a bit pink as Sherlock traced a hand along his body.

A sharp gasp escaped him, feeling alien hands pressing against the revealed part of his body. It was tingling, one that he enjoyed, but was shocked with at the same time. The taller man managed to make the doctor feel like tiny shots of pleasure were running through the entirety of his lower abdomen…with just a hand.

"Nngh…" He muffled a moan, biting it back.

[i-dont-guess]

He couldn’t get enough of how the blond looked, spread out beneath him on his bed. His bed, his doctor — his John. Sherlock shook his head, thinking that this was going to be bad - that his possessiveness would end up with them in the wrong place for sure. But he needed John, so much so. And in so many ways, too. Allowing his hips to grind down lightly against the doctor’s thighs, Sherlock’s hand slipped further under the fabric of his jumper, tracing higher as his eyes searched the blogger’s. “Can I?” he finally asked, nodding at the offending garment, just needing to see John in his entirety. "Please," he added, low and raspy, the word almost caught in his throat before it slipped past chapped lips.

[aids-an-idiot]

A soft sigh was let from his lips, deep and heavy. John desired him, in more ways than he could imagine. However..He was afraid. That if Sherlock were to see him without clothing, he'd laugh or find something he wouldn't like. But...it was worth the risk.

In the end, he complied, hearing that low tone of the brunette's, Watson nodded twice. "G-go ahead..." Avoids to look at him for a moment, looking away from those deep blue sapphires. "I've...never wanted anyone else to touch me since we met.." He mumbled, hoping the other did not hear it.

What was he saying? Of course he needed to hear it. The doctor needed to say it loud and clear. But the short-haired male had never been this close to a man, and even with a woman, he was a nervous wreck. How was he supposed to manage with the one he adored so? A genius, intelligent, proper, tall, always well-dressed, cocky, sometimes an ass...But that was his Sherlock. And he would never want to give him to anyone else. The mere thought shot jealousy through his entire body, suddenly scoffing. "You...Have you been with another..yet?"

[theconsultingjunkie]

                    [he is tired, though, he doesn’t want to sleep; cause he hates to sleep, he hates the stuff he dreams about; the visions that swirl around his head, cloud his mind, they terrify him, but he needs to sleep and he knows it. With a slurred mumbled, he fell face first into his bed, eyes closing the second his head, hits the pillow]

[aids-an-idiot]

Sudden silence. No movement, nothing. The detective was just sitting next to John, attempting to figure something out for hours on end. Removing himself from his arm chair, he stood, looking around. Had it been one of those rare occasions? Was he really going to get some peace and quiet?

He peeked into the brunette's room, finding a sleeping Sherlock. Snorts. Of all the times John desired to relax and never got it...Sherlock was unpredictable. Approaching quietly, he saw that he was fully exposed to the cold winter air without any blankets. Tugs one of the heavier sheets over him, tucking it around his shoulder as he observed him snoozing quite soundly, it seemed.

Staring down upon him, he placed his hands upon his own hips. "Huh...So this is what you look like when you are calm." He whispered to himself.

[starspangledcaptainamerica-blog]

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.