John Watson

The name is John H. Watson. This is my personal blog, so, if you are looking for medical help please direct yourself to my website where you will find where you can make appointments with me.

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"I masturbated while thinking about you."

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Sherlock couldn’t help the little moan that escaped him when John’s tongue entered his mouth, feeling him map him. He fisted the older man’s shirt and tugged him closer so that he was pinned between the wall and John’s body before returning his arms around his neck, using them as leverage to wrap his long legs around John’s waist.

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John took his moans as encouragement and continued to wrestle his tongue against his. He pressed his hips against Sherlocks to pin him against the wall for support as he felt his legs wrap around his own waist. He slid his hands down and ran them across his legs, his nails digging into the material of his pants. He felt himself get aroused every second that passed by, parting their lips some to catch his breath, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before trailing them down his chin to his neck. "Sherlock..." he moaned against his soft skin. "If you're not careful..." He whispered in-between kisses. "I will have my way with you."

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12. Your muse is in a coma. This is what mine says at yours' bedside.

"—John."

      The other man was in coma, and he knew that he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. At least, that was what he was assuming. People who went into a coma usually didn’t come back out for a few weeks, months, and even years, but he could at least have the hope that John would get out of it. He chewed his lip and stared off to the side, before letting himself glance back down at the man who was attached to various machines and a breathing mask over his mouth and nose.

"You need to wake up. I don’t know how much longer I can take if you stay in this. I’ve already come close way too many times to going straight back to the roof of Bart’s. You…you need to wake up. Please. I need you to come out of this…And alive, please..”

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"You were in the coma for…longer than I’d like." Sherlock admitted quietly, looking down at the ground and ran a hand through his hair. "So technically we can go home now? I can help you if you need. Obviously I can get a cab.." He said quietly, looking at John slightly confused. He hoped that they could leave immediately. Obviously all the machines and IV’s would need to be removed and turned off, but he hoped that would be done soon. He was going to pass out from exhaustion-and that alone he was sure of. He licked his lips and leaned back against the chair he was sitting on. He forced himself not to yawn, though it was obvious that he was. "Are you tired still? You can have a nap one more time here if you want…Then we can go?"

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John looked at Sherlock and frowned a bit. He wasn't sure what to say to that, he was sorry? But, he knew Sherlock was expressing his feelings and he wasn't use to that, or even good rather. Yet, he knew the man was very tired if he was by his side day and night for God knows how long. "We can go home now...It might take a bit to sign off on everything, but we will be home tonight." He reassured his friend. He was certain it probably was best for him to stay at the hospital- but, John didn't wish to be there. And if anything, he would come straight back. "I am very tired, but...let's wait to get home so we can cuddle and sleep together." He gave his friend a smile. The next hour or so was spent getting John up and running. He had lost strength in his body so he was given a cane, which felt oddly familiar. He refused to have a wheelchair as he wished to regain strength in his muscles quickly. Once they were completed, John slowly walked out of the hospital, holding onto Sherlock's arm and towards the cab. "I can't wait to be home.." He sighed out and carefully entered the cab.

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"I masturbated while thinking about you."

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"And I yours." He pressed the tips of their noses together with a smile, the hand in his untamed hair was perfect. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s neck and pulled him closer for a slow kiss.

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John smiled against Sherlock's lips as it felt right to be called his. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled the younger boy against his chest as he let his tongue explore his mouth. His hands rubbed along the small of his back, his fingertips tracing over all the curves in his body.

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The ferocity of John’s actions shocked Kadence but it was a pleased kind of shock. The kind that you want more of. As he deepened their kiss Kadence chased down his lead with fever. Her own lips just as hungry for his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed the warm pressure on her back to guide her movements. The murmured words of missing her made Kadence want to cry. To have been running from something that felt as sweet as this was just absurd. Pulling back away from the depth of the kiss Kadence switches the tempo to slower softer pecks. Flittering words fall between each kiss as Kadence returns the sentiment, “I’ve…” kiss “missed…” kiss “you…” kiss “too…” Pulling away from his lips completely she nuzzles into the crook of his neck.

"John" His name on her lips seemed like perfection right at this moment. Finding his name on her lips seemed as natural as her lips finding just the right spot on his neck to kiss, suckle, and tease. She knew him, and how he felt to her touch and she had missed the sensation.

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John took a deep breath when they had pulled away from one another, trying to calm himself down but he seemed to be more excited about the situation than he could handle. His fingers dug into her hips some and pulled them down closer to his, he could help himself. He wanted friction, he wanted to feel her again. 

John slowly lifted his head back as he felt her exploring his neck with her soft lips. "Fuck...Kadence..." He whispered out her name, closing his eyes as he did so. He shuddered at the feeling of her finding his sensitive spot on his neck and nipping at the skin. "I could have you right here right now" He moaned into her ear as the overwhelming amount of pleasure he felt from her was too hard to control. But, he somehow stopped himself from ripping off her clothes and having her like he once before. "You are killing me, Kadence."

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The emotional exploit was too much for Sherlock. He threw himself onto his bed and started crying. He hated himself for it, but it couldn’t be helped.

Now John knew. And Sherlock would have to deal with either being rejected now, or being broken up with later. Because if this was how John was going to treat him, like he was… a burden…

Sherlock knew he was a burden. He knew he was a freak, and too much for most people. But he didn’t want to be reminded of it. Not when he felt this way. Part of him wished he had thought to lock his door.

He heard John’s voice outside the door, but he didn’t know how he was expected to react. So he curled up with his preferred pillow and sobbed into it, trying to muffle the sound of weakness.

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John stood there for a few moments, resting his hand on the door and letting out a sigh. He knew this had to be difficult, he understood that. 

"I will let you be, Sherlock. I will be here...when you need me." He slowly walked away from the door. He wasn't sure when Sherlock would crawl out of his room. But, he wasn't going to barge in and invade his privacy. He knew he needed space.

John, currently, was confused in a range of emotions. His heart was swelling from the overwhelming amount of feelings. He loved Sherlock, dearly. But, he never looked at him that way. Or, so he thought he didn't. 

John sat in his sofa chair with his head in his hands and practically ripping his hair out over this.

Did...he...Did he in fact feel the same way? Subconsciously, yes. John Watson was in love with Sherlock. But, consciously, John had no idea. John had no clue the two men were meant to be, they were practically soulmates, and everyone else saw it except for John.  Why? He wasn't afraid to be gay, no...He just never discovered that side of himself. Not yet of course.

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Rolling his eyes unhappily at the doctor, Sherlock frowned dramatically, hoping to worsen the guilt John was feeling for disallowing him from pursuing the case just because it was ‘raining out’.

"Don’t bother," He retorted, settling into one of his moods as he curled up in on himself on the couch, settled on sulking the afternoon away.

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He watched his flatmate and friend practically throw a tantrum like a child over the situation. He narrowed his eyes some and gave along sigh.

"Alright...alright Sherlock. Come on, get up! We have a case to solve." he gave in realizing the man really didn't care how horrible the weather was.

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"I leaned about it at some point but fail to see why it is so relevant to me, it doesn’t directly interest me so why do I need to understand it?" 

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"It's extremely relevant to your existence." he sighed and shook his head. "But, do what you wish."

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OOC//SMALL HIATUS

Hey guys! It's the end of the semester for me so I have 6 tests coming up. I will be taking a small break until it's over!

I will be back and reply to you all soon. Miss you <3

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First he just put his hand over his mouth and tried not to cry. He hated the stinging in his eyes when it started, but ignored it as John went on. Now he was just angry. “YOU CAN’T BLAME THIS ON ME,” he shouted back. “YES, I’M FUCKING SELFISH, BUT YOU CANNOT BLAME THIS ON ME!” A tiny sob escaped him. “You were the one who decided to date EVERYONE ON THIS PLANET EXCEPT THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS BEEN STANDING HERE IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE WE MET!” He shoved past him and stormed back to his bedroom. “IF YOU WANT TO HATE ME THAT’S BLOODY FINE.” His voice faltered as he reached his bedroom door. “I’m done trying to convince you I’m worth something.”

He went inside and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows.

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John jumped when the man started to shout. He swore the sky's became grey when Sherlock shouted, the room seemed darker. He swallowed hard as he watched his friend retort such anger. John slowly looked away as he was beyond stunned at all of this. He didn't understand. "In love...?" He repeated softly and before he could say anything, the loft was shaking from the slammed door. "Sherlock..." He sighed out. He slowly peeled off his military jacket and hung it and slumped into his chair. He rubbed his forehead as he just assumed Sherlock was asexual at this point. But it made sense. Sherlock never got along with anyone but he did with John. Boring old...John. John. Sat there for a while before he stood up and walked to the door. He lightly knocked on it. "I don't hate you..." He said softly. "I'm really sorry. I had no idea...I don't..." He paused, sighing as he was defeated. "I'm truly sorry Sherlock."

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He flinched and stepped away at John’s kick. Sherlock’s heart was pounding and he felt much, much weaker than he ever wanted to. But John grabbing his jacket like that was not good. He had to do something before he lost John forever.

"I’M SORRY!" he shouted desperately. He couldn’t think what else to do. It was taking a lot of effort not to go into panicked dry sobs, but he feared they would look like crocodile tears. Some kind of manipulative trick to keep John here. And John deserved better than that.

He deserved better than Sherlock, really.

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John paused in his tracks, walking from the door and looking at Sherlock. "I sat there thinking, how could you possibly be sorry? You can't control your feelings. But then...then I just remembered: you should be sorry." He said, standing firm on his feet, balling his hands into fists. "How you practically ruined every date I had. You ruined every relationship I've ever had. You got your way with me every time and pulled some cheap trick." He spoke, his voice raising more with each word. "You are selfish. You have no clue of what consequences are. You can't take advantage of a person like that your own benefit and expect a fucking sorry to make it okay." He paused breathing heavily. "IT'S NOT OKAY." He shouted at his friend, clearing his throat and inhaling deeply, laughing softly at how ridiculous this situation was.

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"I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU, I WANT YOU!"

As the burst of anger left him, Sherlock felt the color drain from his face. Now he’d really done it. He might as well start packing his bags now.

He’d really wanted to keep this one.

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John clenched his jaw and glared at his friend. He felt rage, he felt anger, he felt betrayed. How? "H-how!?" He said out loud shaking his head. He didn't understand. He stood in his place and turned his head away from his friend. Out of nowhere, he shouted loudly and kicked the wooden coffee table in front of him. "DAMMIT". He walked over the the door and grabbed his military jacket. "I need air." He said angrily.

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He was starting to lose patience. “I don’t like her! I don’t like her with you! I know I shouldn’t push you away but I don’t know what else to do!” His strain showed on his face. “She shouldn’t be with you! She’s not the right person!”

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John shook his head as he was beyond confused. He saw his friend get extremely impatient at this point to where his face was turning red. "Sherlock...I'm sorry." He said simply. "I didn't realize she offended you so much." He didn't want to press on the matter. She had to be some person of significance for him to be reacting this way. "What do you want from me?" He said simply. His friendship with Sherlock meant the world to him, even if it meant the inevitable.

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Confess

"I masturbated while thinking about you."

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The thumb in his mouth was unexpected but he didn’t complain, the moaned curse making him press his body closer to John’s, pressing his mouth back eagerly, whimpering against his friends mouth, walking them backwards until Sherlock’s back hit the wall. “J-John…” The boy shifted a little, pressing his hips into John’s, parting his lips for the other.

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John groaned a bit into the kiss once he had him pinned against the wall. He continued to move his lips against his eagerly. One hand moved down and gripped onto his shirt, tugging on it a bit. “Sherlock..” He moaned into his lips before he slowly parted away. He cleared his throat and moved away from the boy, shaking his head. “We…we just…” He hid his face behind his hands “Fucking hell.”

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Hands flew to John’s shirt trying to find something to hold onto as he was kissed, moaning when his own shirt was tugged on, he pouted at his roommate when he pulled away, gently prying his hands away from his face and holding them. “Please, John.” Sherlock swallowed nervously, watching his friend with big eyes as he tried to tug him closer again, “We’re not doing anything wrong…”

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"Sherlock…" John cried out as he looked away. "It’s wrong. It’s really wrong. I’m old enough to be your father. It’s just…" He sighed looking at the younger male. "I am not worth the trouble, Sherlock."

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"You’d be a very young father, my father is old enough to be your father by that logic." Sherlock frowned, was that why? Did John have that low an opinion of himself? "You’re no trouble, John, and even if you were you’d be more than worth it. You’re handsome, and intelligent, and I prefer you company more than anyone else I know."

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John had sucked in his lower lip as the younger male made valid points. He moved closer to him again and pushed his fingers through his soft curls. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to him before pulling away and resting his forehead against his. "Then, I shall be yours."

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He flinched a little when John started yelling and very intentionally didn’t look at him. “That is a lie,” he said coldly when John had finished. “I have said plenty of nice things to you. I don’t get on you for everything. I’m particular and I know what I want. I didn’t know that was a crime all of a sudden.” He finally looked at him. “It wouldn’t matter if I was jealous, would it? It wouldn’t change anything. You’ve made that clear enough.” The last sentence was said with so much bitterness that even the strongest coffees would have to nod to him as having beat them.

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"By stating I didn't take as long as I did previously to solve something? That I'm slightly less dense than before? That my sweater wasn't as ugly as the previous one? Those ARENT compliments." He snapped. He groaned and mumbled under his breath looking away. "So, all of this has to do with jealously. Sherlock. You can easily go and I'm sure find...a date." John, of course, assumed he was jealous over the face it was very easy for John to find a new woman. "I am sure there are plenty of women..." He paused "or men that wish to date you. Whichever you prefer. But you don't have to lash out on me because my love life is a bit more busier than your own."

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Confess

"I masturbated while thinking about you."

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The thumb in his mouth was unexpected but he didn’t complain, the moaned curse making him press his body closer to John’s, pressing his mouth back eagerly, whimpering against his friends mouth, walking them backwards until Sherlock’s back hit the wall. “J-John…” The boy shifted a little, pressing his hips into John’s, parting his lips for the other.

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John groaned a bit into the kiss once he had him pinned against the wall. He continued to move his lips against his eagerly. One hand moved down and gripped onto his shirt, tugging on it a bit. “Sherlock..” He moaned into his lips before he slowly parted away. He cleared his throat and moved away from the boy, shaking his head. “We…we just…” He hid his face behind his hands “Fucking hell.”

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Hands flew to John’s shirt trying to find something to hold onto as he was kissed, moaning when his own shirt was tugged on, he pouted at his roommate when he pulled away, gently prying his hands away from his face and holding them. “Please, John.” Sherlock swallowed nervously, watching his friend with big eyes as he tried to tug him closer again, “We’re not doing anything wrong…”

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"Sherlock..." John cried out as he looked away. "It's wrong. It's really wrong. I'm old enough to be your father. It's just..." He sighed looking at the younger male. "I am not worth the trouble, Sherlock."

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Sherlock stared. “Are you seriously asking me this?” He shook his head. “All these years I thought you were trying to hurt me, are you really so dense that you can’t see what’s right in front of you?!”

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John threw his paper down angrily. "COULD YOU NOT?" He shouted at his friend. "I am not stupid, Sherlock. But really. This is getting ridiculous." John was too angry over the consistent insults, the name calling, every negative word hat came from Sherlock was tearing him in two. "Since we have become friends you constantly have been on my back about every little thing. You have not said one nice thing to me, and forget it if I have a girl---" he paused and glared at him. "Are you jealous?"