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As I mentioned in this post, I'll be taking a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time! Tldr I'm taking a break, but please keep tagging me in stuff for when I pop in/return! And I hope you all take care of yourselves while I'm on break!
Work and personal life has made it hard to be very active here even for my own ship stuff, let alone with my beloved mutuals. And some grievances with the site/app and its community, alongside other stressors in my life outside the internet, has made it less than pleasant when I am here. So! I've decided to take a step back - which honestly won't be too different than normal, since like I said I've already been so absent lol. So business as usual for you guys /lh
I might randomly pop in to look at moots's posts etc when I have the time & energy - please do keep tagging me in things! But my queue will continue to be paused, and I won't be incredibly responsive etc.
I love you guys (/platonic) and I hope the universe treats you all kindly in the meanwhile 💛
"prepare for bed," [Don't Knock crossover college au fic, Watson-centric]
Words: ~1400
Warnings: N/A (please tell me if I forgot anything!)
Summary: Sometimes Watson doesn't want to go to bed. But if anyone could convince them otherwise, it's him. [quickly written Syrus x Watson fluff piece, set at a vague point in their relationship]
[Note: There's no rush to read/reblog. There's no obligation at all, even! <3 ]
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Fingers flew across a keyboard. Brain a-storming. The clacking of keys, and loudly whirling thoughts of syntax and word choice and hooks. Music within the headphones barely there, drowning out the white noise. Furious backspacing, before another flurry of letters. Watson was absorbed in their project.
“My darling.”
Yet, someone gently pushed it all aside with two sweet words.
The tender address from their favorite voice immediately caused them to lose focus on the bright screen before them. Headphones were slid halfway off. “Mm? Oh.” They had blinked back to the present, gaze rising. The clock face explained the gentle interruption. It was getting late.
They straightened in their seat, stretching arms over their head. “Okayyy okay, I'll wrap this up,” they swiveled around, offering Syrus their brief full attention. “I'll make it quick.”
There came an impulsive thought to shut off the computer immediately, as their gaze focused on their love. He clearly wished for them to come to bed with him, standing in the doorway as he was. While not in his silk pajamas just yet (which they found both handsome and a little silly), it wouldn't be long.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Take your time.” Not a trace of irritation or impatience.
He's LITERALLY perfect, Watson thought, not for the first time.
Lingering excitement for their 'writing groove' warred with despair that it would end. But, with this pause, they could recognize the signs of exhaustion creeping in on them. They didn't want to stop yet... but, if they jotted down notes and stopped at a good point, they knew they'd pick it back up, raring to go, after some rest. And, they begrudgingly admitted, stopping now before another wave of inspiration hit them was better for fixing their sleep schedule. Grumble all they want, they were grateful for his help on that front.
It was also just... nice, to prepare for bed together. They couldn't explain it, outside of simply calling it 'pleasantly domestic.'
So they spun back to their keyboard, filling brackets with quick important details and exact dialogue they wanted to use later. Clear, precise notes were key.
Syrus didn't enter the room to wait behind them. He knew they hated the sensation of someone looking over their shoulder, even if they knew he'd never peek at their screen without asking. Only when they leaned back in their chair with a self-satisfied sigh did he approach. As their screen darkened for shutdown, their head tilted back to look at him, upside-down.
“I'm coming to bed before five in the morning, are you proud of me,” Watson joked.
His head tilted down, a palm cupping their cheek. Amusement gleamed in his ruby eyes. “Exceedingly proud of you.” Their snort earned his lips twitching. He lowered to press a kiss to their forehead. “A satisfying conclusion for our heroes, today?”
The murmuring against their skin warmed both face and heart, and coerced eyelids to slide shut. “For now,” they joked. As he didn't rise, they didn't move yet either.
There was a pause. Simply... breathing each other in.
There's no other place I'd rather be, than here with you.
Sitting there, inhaling the faintest lingering floral notes of his cologne, sounded like the perfect way to wind down the evening. But, well, Watson couldn't sit this way forever. And I swear he'll throw out his back some day, leaning down to my height like this. Their peaceful expression brightened with a playful grin. “Does the shark man want his cuddles,” they teased Syrus. He chuckled again, the vibration a tickle against their forehead. He straightened, allowing them to sit up properly again. (With a pop of their spine, eurgh.)
“Positively wasting away without you, love.” Hands rested on the back of their chair, his volume began to rise. “However will I go on, deprived of your affections?”
“Syrus, you're not deprived, I—”
A small yip escaped when the chair was spun about. Syrus Shark took center-stage in their vision once more, kneeling before them on one knee. He gently, yet completely, encompassed one of their hands between both of his. Brows rising with earnest desperation, he continued his theatrics of a pleading man. “The cruelty of such an existence, to never again be consoled by your loving touch—”
“Syrus—”
“—it would break the spirit of a lesser man!”
“Syrus—”
“To be forgotten by the other half of my beating heart...” His fingertips dug into his chest, dimpling and creasing the fabric of his shirt. “Abandoned!”
“Syrus!” Laughter bubbling out of Watson, they slid from their chair, which rolled back into the desk behind them. Palms resting on his shoulders, they knelt on both knees before him, side brushing his leg.
Just as suddenly as the man's performance began, it had ended. Previously pained features were now smooth, and perfectly composed. Just a glint remained in his eyes. He replied calmly, “Yes, my darling?”
God, he was ridiculous. I need to kiss him. Their cheekbones ached from how widely he had them grinning. Still giggling, they reached up to cradle his handsome face... relishing how his eyes softened, and how he leaned into their palms. Perhaps their touch truly did soothe.
“You... are the silliest man alive,” they declared, lightly pinching one cheek.
Another twitch of his lips. “I haven't a clue what you're going on about.”
Oh, that's it, they thought. “Mhm.” And they wasted no further time, rising just enough to kiss him.
That low rumble returned, a deep noise in Syrus's chest that left their lips warm and tingling. Watson hummed again, fingers carefully twining through soft hair at the back of his head. They felt him shift around them. A warmth pressed at the middle of their back, bringing them closer. Head adjusting more comfortably, they went in for a second kiss, then a third... and so on, well on their way to melting as his lips moved with theirs.
After kiss number... (Well, it was hard to keep an accurate count, when the lines between individual kisses began to blur...) After aching knees made themselves known, Watson reluctantly pulled back, if only just. Eyes remained closed a moment longer. “Mm... we... should get off of the floor,” they murmured. “...and, go to bed, I guess.”
Amusement breathing through his nose, Syrus allowed quietly, “Perhaps. But first, my darling, we must prepare for bed.”
Dark eyes blinked open. “Hm?”
Eyes half-lidded, he watched as the gears turned in their head, sluggish after the delightful diversion.
...finally, they groaned, forehead colliding softly with his shoulder. “Brushing our teeeeth.” His broad palm rubbed warmth and comfort into their back.
“Yes, my darling.” He somehow managed to sound both encouraging, and lightly teasing. “It's quite important.”
They groaned, like the prospect was the most loathsome, most tedious night activity. Because it was. But, he was right, no matter how much they wished they could just skip to falling face first into bed, dental health was important. Their second groan was much more emphatic as they conceded this point. Then, lifting their head, they raised both arms with a childish demand: “Carry me.” Fighting back a smile to look appropriately sulky.
He hardly seemed bothered by this, inclining his head. “As you command.”
As arms moved to support beneath them, they quickly added, “And give me extra good night kisses.”
“But of course, a fair recompense.”
Grin breaking free of their admittedly poor self-control, they rested their head against his shoulder once more, for the short trip to the bathroom. They lightly pressed a hand against his chest, marking his heartbeat.
Perhaps he was just fond of any opportunity to have them in his arms, that he was eager to sweep them off of their feet and carry them through the house. He was the only one they were completely comfortable being carried like this by. They hoped he knew this was the highest honor.
And... they hoped he knew that, they were honored to be in his arms every night, and to wake up within them every morning. That he chose them to be 'the other half of his beating heart.' Because it was always the first and last things they thought about now.
They'd give this silly, silly man as much affection as his theatrical heart desired. And then some.
Hello, hello!! I'm Sherlock (She/Her), and I've been getting back into the swing of posting on my blog! I am a self shipper, but I largely focus on lore and the development of my OCs--if you're looking for ships and inserts that go deep into that kind of thing, I'm your woman!
My main interest is Project Moon--I am mostly focused on Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina, and Limbus Company, but I've also read WonderLab and Leviathan, as well!
My main romantic fave is Heathcliff (Limbus Company), who I'm not comfortable sharing. I also ship with Roland (Library of Ruina) and Herbert (Limbus Company), but their sharing status is selective.
My queue is paused rn, but if a post is scheduled for a particular time (ie the ones I like to rb every month) then it obv won't post and instead it will just disappear (at least in my last experience pausing my queue)-- SO I just decided to go ahead and rb all of those scheduled ones rn. It'll be easy to find em later when my hiatus ends anyway, since I won't have my queue going
Your f/o loves your smile, no matter how you feel about it. They are always overjoyed to see you happy and they'll always do their best to make you smile for them!
Your f/o would never judge you for any dental conditions you may have. Cavities, crooked, chipped, yellowed or even missing teeth? None of it is a problem for your f/o! If you allow them to, they're more than happy to help you with taking care of your teeth as well.
Your f/o knows how beautiful you are, nothing could change their mind about it. They love every single part of you, no matter what. They love to kiss you and make you feel like the most loved and adored person in the world!
If the state of your teeth causes you discomfort or pain, your f/o always makes sure to be prepared to soothe and care for you! They'll reassure and calm you down for as long as you may need.
No matter the case, remember that your f/o's love for you is unconditional! Nothing could ever make them love you less because they know that every single part of you is perfect!
Self care is imagining your f/os being more than happy to let you bury your face into their chest, or hide under their arm or jacket, or just otherwise be sheltered by them, and sit there in silence, when your brain is overstimulated <3
Laid in bed with your f/o. They wrap their arms around you and pull you back against their chest, burying their face in your neck as they whisper against your skin “mine, mine, all mine…”
For selfshippers who have panic attacks, your F/Os would learn what helps you before, during and afterwards.
They would learn your tells, signs you know about and signs you might not, lead you away from those situations. They'd give you physical contact, distractions, personal space, quiet. Whatever you need. No matter how it happens, or how often, they'd be there in a heartbeat to help you ride it out. They'd be the gentle stop at the end of the coaster. Even if they weren't by your side when it started, they'd be on the phone (voice or text, your choice) talking you through it, and keeping you company afterwards - for hours even.
They would have your back, no matter what. And why wouldn't they? They care about you so, so much. If they can help lessen the pain, they will.
Preventing your f/os from leaving with hugs, cuddles and/or kisses until they're late for work/school etc. Maybe they have no hope of escape, so they have to plot their way out ahead of time (and you foil that too). Or maybe they easily could escape but just don't want to, would rather suffer the consequences if it means a little more time with you, a little more affection from you. Just. Holding your f/o "hostage," with love
Here's to the deactivated/inactive selfship blogs.
To the ones who were harassed out of the community, to the ones who got wrongfully terminated, to the ones who felt ignored or unloved, to the ones who aren't alive anymore.
To the ones who got burnt out, to the ones who put their health above maintaining a blog, to the ones who stopped selfshipping, to the ones that just wanted to move on.
I hope you're alright. I hope you're still doing well, and that whatever other internet prescence you have, if any, is a pleasant experience for you.
To those who've had harassment or bigotry thrown at them during their time in the community, you deserved so much better, and I hope nothing like it will ever happen to you again. I wish you safety and comfort.
And to those who've passed away, may their memories be a blessing.
