Sherlock Weekend WingDing!

Sherlock Prompt Party 2013 Party To Be Announced Previous Party 26th - 31st Oct 2012 Hosted by: Fiona and Sophie

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Prompt Party 2013

I'm just putting this out there that Sherlock Weekend Wingding 2013 is OFFICIALLY GO.

A “prompt party” involves responding to prompts with chaptered stories, drabbles/ficlets, drawings, art, videos, songs, music, cosplays and anything else your creative mind can think of. In teams of 4, you will compete for the greatest amount of points earned from your submissions! It's a fun and a creative way to meet new people, create friendships and reunite the fandom.

Vague prompt ideas have been mapped out. Pages are gonna be set up. Teams are gonna be recreated (promise you wont loose your last years work!)

Sign up will be as soon as me and Fiona have worked out a date! Although I'm thinking around August time after GISHWHES!

We've missed this and you guys but we'll be together soon!

If you're gonna sign up for certain or just extremely interested, send an ask in our direction and i'll get back to you ASAP!

- Sophie and Fizz!

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It’s been nearly a year since the Reichenbach Fall, and many Sherlockians have been getting a little stir crazy from the wait.  Rin and Rye are hosting a new Sherlockian Weekend Prompt Party the Weekend of the Anniversary of Sherlock’s supposed demise to keep your precious minds off the anguish. January 16th-22nd

This party will mostly likely take place during the first weekend of the new school semester for many of you, and therefore a Fantastic way to wake up your brain’s from their long winter naps, and prepare them for the harsh reality of School. 

There will be 4 teams, Red Lunatic, Blue Genius, Green Government, Yellow Captain. They will be chosen at random and you will be notified on the 15th.

The sign up deadline is January 13th. Go now! :D

If you are interested in joining this Revolution please send us an ask with your Email Address and Tumblr URL. If we don’t respond within 24hrs the chances are we didn’t recieve it; send us an email at [email protected].

We look forward to the Chaos! 

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reichenbachrevolution:

It’s been nearly a year since the Reichenbach Fall, and many Sherlockians have been getting a little stir crazy from the wait. Rin and Rye are hosting a new Sherlockian Weekend Prompt Party the Weekend of the Anniversary of Sherlock’s supposed demise to keep your precious minds off the anguish. January 17th-22nd This party will mostly likely take place during the first weekend of the new school semester for many of you, and therefore a Fantastic way to wake up your brain’s from their long winter naps, and prepare them for the harsh reality of School. There will be 4 teams, Red Lunatic, Blue Genius, Green Government, Yellow Captain. They will be chosen at random and you will be notified on the 15th. If you are interested in joining this Revolution please send us an ask with your Email Address and Tumblr URL. If we don’t respond within 24hrs the chances are we didn’t recieve it; send us an email at [email protected]. We look forward to the Chaos!

Did you have fun at the Weekend Wingding? Well, Rin and Rye, two wonderful contributors from Team Black and Team Beige, have put together their own party for you to enjoy. Sign up and let's all reunite for some good old-fashioned Sherlock madness.

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Prompt 1: Disguises and Costumes - Superheroes and Villians

By: sofilledwithfeeling (Team Purple Shirt)

An AU where John runs a comic book shop and Sherlock is his consulting comic book guy.

The bell over the door tinkled, and then was still. John Watson sighed, stacking up a pile of comics and tapping them on the counter to straighten them out. Yet another satisfied customer walking off with yet another popular, overrated comic. Still, he couldn't - or shouldn't - complain. Those customers were what kept jam on his toast, so to speak.

The bell tinkled again, and John fixed his best sales representative smile on his face, turning to his newest customer. The smile turned into a series of panicked, embarrassed and then resigned expressions when Sherlock Holmes walked in through the door, sleek briefcase in hand, coast folded neatly over one arm, slim frame encased in what John could only call a mastery of the art of tailoring. John was always embarrassed when Sherlock came by with his latest collection of vintage comics, mostly because it was embarrassingly difficult to mask the jolt of adrenaline he experienced upon seeing him. Today, however, the embarrassment was ten fold. Sherlock looked resplendent in a purple shirt under a fitted blazer. John was dressed as Superman.

"It's Halloween," he stammered before Sherlock could raise an eyebrow.

"Obviously," Sherlock drawled, not unkindly, as he placed his briefcase on the counter, "Hardly the most original costume you could have chosen, though."

"It's just a gimmick," John mumbled, ears red as he sorted through the plastic sealed comics, determined not to catch Sherlock's eye. "Is this what I think it is?"

Costume and situational awkwardness forgotten, John picked up a volume one first issue Action Comics and cradled it reverently between his fingers.

"Careful," Sherlock said, teasingly.

"Do you have any idea how much this costs?" John asked, setting it down on the counter as if it might disintegrate at any moment.

"I have some clues, yes," Sherlock nodded, folding his arms and leaning on the counter.

"And you're just carrying it around in a briefcase? What someone snatched it?" John couldn't tear his eyes off of the comic.

Sherlock reached out his hand and touched John's red cape, running it between fore and index finger. "I wanted to see your face."

That got John's attention. "Sorry?"

"Do you know, I think I might be developing a fondness for this costume of yours." Sherlock ran his hand up John's arm, so gently John could barely feel it under the layers of latex and foam muscle. He took a step back, clearing his throat and brushing the coil of black wig hair out of his eyes. "Sherlock, where did you get this? It's a million pound comic book. Even you don't have that kind of money."

Sherlock shrugged, sliding the rest of his comic books back into his briefcase. "I have my sources. The shipment of that Archie comic you ordered has been delayed, by the way. There's a war in Romania."

"A war? What does that have to do with anything?" John asked, still flabbergasted.

"It does terrible things for the trafficking business. Well, enjoy your comic. See you next week." Sherlock donned his coat and lifted his briefcase off the counter.

"Sherlock! You're not leaving this here!" John gestured to the priceless comic.  "Problem?"

"It's two million pounds!"

"Happy Halloween," Sherlock smiled. The bell announced his departure, and when John managed to get out from behind the counter and onto the street, he was gone.

The comic was waiting for him when he re-entered his shop. A little yellowed with time, but otherwise pristine in its packaging. A tiny part of him itched to open it, but it was more than everything in his shop was worth combined.

"Fantastic," he breathed, fingers ghosting over the cover. "Absolutely brilliant."

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Prompt #1: Disguises and Costumes

by 2cajuman2 (Team Navy Westwood)

Cos playing as Sebastian Moran.

Fic underneath too, to elaborate.

Jim lay on the floor bored. It had been another dull day where he'd earned several thousand pounds, started a new business, taken over a new patch of London's underworld and yet, Sherlock still couldn't solve his simple case. It was all the fault of that live-in pet, John Watson with his stupid jumper. At least Jim had style.

"I see you're not in your Westwood." remarked Sebastian from an unseen location. Jim looked around without moving. "But then, that's not really a surprise." Jim tensed slightly and a small smirk appeared. "I think I'm going to have to send in the forces, you've been a naughty naughty criminal."

Jim could feel his body reacting already, Sebastian meant business when he dug out army uniforms. He had a whole collection, as well as various kids toys to torment Jim with. They had many games and sabotage was a great one. He turned to his front quickly and found Sebastian next to him.

"Bang."

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Currying Favor

By: Trilliv (Team Black Umbrella) 

For: Prompt 1, Disney style.

“Why do I have to be the monkey?” John readjusted his fez, making a face.

“Because I would make a terrible Abu.” Sherlock's tone is clipped and certain, and it books no argument. They'd been invited to Lestrade's daughters fifth birthday party- not Sherlock's favorite place to spend a Saturday, by any means, no John's, but the doctor had insisted that they curry what good favor they could out of the detective inspector.

“That's not a reason-”

“You don't have the coloring to pull off Aladdin-”

“At least I have a tan!” John sputtered, “You all but glow in the dark.”

“Yes, but you have blond hair. If you were going to insist on being a so-called Disney prince, you should have called for Hunchback of Notre Dame-”

“You would have made me be the Hunchback.” John snorted, and readjusted the large, brightly wrapped present he's carrying.

“Quasimodo, John. Honestly. And no, you would have made a fine Phoebus. And I would have managed Frollo. Perhaps-” Sherlocked considered, stopping on the street. John yanked him onto the sidewalk with the ease grown of habit.

“Since when do you know Disney characters, Sherlock?”

“Research, John. Research.” He turned sharply down the garden path and up to the front door, ringing the bell. Balloons were strung up on either side of the blue front door, and streamers hung from the windows above. John readjusted his vest, the felt scratchy compared to the soft fur of his costume.

Lestrade pulled the door open, and stared agape at them, “You realize the invitation said only the children had to come in costume, right?” 

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Bunny Lovin'

Prompt 1 : Disney

By: Cybermancreator (Team Black Umbrella) and Hahastupidcoolpeople

Warning: Johnlock Smut. Possible Dub Con

“Sherlock-” “Shhhh, Thumper. What have I told you?” “I’m not calling you Bambi.” Thwack! Sherlock’s riding crop landed harshly on the exposed flesh of John’s backside. “Ouch!” “Shh, it’s fun. Go with it.” “You forcing me into an adult sized rabbit suit and then tying me down and spanking me through the bum-flap is not fun!” “Maybe not for you.” “Not for anyway, you twisted fuck!” “I am a bit of a twisted fuck, but probably not in the way you were thinking. Anyway. Behave yourself.” “Sherlock, no.” Thwack! “Hop to it, Thumper, or I’ll do something filthy to your tail.” “You can do whatever you like, just don’t expect me to play along.” “Really? Whatever I like?” “Well, hang on, within reason, Sherlo-” Thwack! Thwack! John cried out, his cheeks red and thoroughly abused. He didn’t have to see Sherlock’s face to know the smug idiot was sporting a manic grin. “How are you managing to spank me with hooves on, anyway?” He asked dryly. “Bambi doesn’t have hooves in this case. I don’t want it to be so realistic that it’s ridiculous. I just want to pretend for a while that you’re an innocent little bunny, and that I’m going to fuck you until your cotton-tail falls off, while you scream for England.” “At this rate, I’d be better suited to play the bloke who kills Bambi’s mum.” John said, through gritted teeth. “Hush now, Thumper, don’t be rude.” Sherlock said, as he slapped John’s arse again. “I want you to behave yourself properly now. Try not to squeal too much. Although you know I wouldn’t mind if you did.” “Get stuffed.” “Oh, very nearly. You’re the one in line for a good stuffing.” Sherlock said, his voice sinister as he poked and prodded at John on the bed. “Are your wrists secure?” “Yes, but I can’t breathe, and the cuffs are digging in through this damn suit.” “Good.” “Good? Christ, Sherlock. “ - thwack! - “Can you at least take these damn mittens off?” “No, I love you in paws.” “Fuck me...” “I intend to. Now scootch up.” Sherlock pushed John forward, until the rabbit’s knees were under him, his bare bottom sticking up in the air. “We’re going to have such a good time, Thumper.” John groaned into the pillow. Sherlock reached behind him on the bed and picked up an almost too-large anal plug. “Are you ready, Thumper?” “No.” “Aw, that’s no fun. Play along.” “I am not letting you fuck me like I’m a rabbit.” “Not a rabbit, Thumper, a weeny little bunny.” “How is this exciting you?” “I can’t explain my desires to you John, they just come and go. Next week I might be fixated on chairs or something.” “Oh, God help me.” “If you’re addressing me in that statement, I think perhaps we need to find a way to make deities into a sexual fetish.” “Christ, no.” “See, there you go again. Now, enough talk.” During the conversation, Sherlock had been preparing John’s anus with lubricant (and a little bit of spit, because he liked his rabbits...dirty). He took his time, as a kindness to John, as he knew John thoroughly enjoyed it when Sherlock studied his anus at great length. Sherlock chuckled to himself as he felt John warming up beneath him. He’d been reluctant to play some of Sherlock’s more extravagant games, ever since the red velvet incident. But he always came around (hahaha, came). Sherlock dipped his head down for a few minutes, to continue the exploration of John’s anal cavity with his tongue. “Ohh, Sherlock.” John moaned. Sherlock smirked as he withdrew from John’s anus, nuzzling his arse cheek before biting down hard. “When are you going to learn, Thumper?” “I am not calling you Bambi.” “The more you spoil the game, the more I’ll spoil the rest of your week, by ensuring it hurts too much to sit down.” “Go ahead.” “As.  You.  Wish.” Sherlock straightened up again, and grabbed John’s arse tightly, clawing at it like a deer might if deer had claws. He spread John’s cheeks, and deemed his anal sphincter ready for breaching, before placing the anal plug at the entrance of it’s destination (inside John’s bunny-butt). “This might hurt a bit.” “I’m sure.” “Well, I intend it to, so of course it will.” “Damn you, Sherlock.” And with that, Sherlock pushed with a steady hand, the anal plug beginning it’s descent into the dark abyss of John’s butt. Sherlock took his time, moving agonizingly slow, relishing the building moans coming from John as the plug stretched him wider and wider. Sherlock could see John’s penis thickening in his suit, as it pressed down towards the surface of the bed. “Now I know you like this.” “Oh, fuck Sherlock, yes!” Sherlock growled, twisting the plug roughly - John cried out, his body lurching away, his cock rapidly softening.” “You don’t have to make this so hard on yourself, Thumper.” “If I call you Bambi, will you hurry up and fuck me properly?” “Maybe. I haven’t decided. It might make me want to draw this out even longer, you’ll just have to take your chances.” “Oh, Jesus.” “I told you, John. That’s for another day.” “Why do you even do this?” “Because I like it when you’re vulnerable.  No matter how many demented things I make you do, you still trust me. It’s like the perfect aphrodisiac.” “You get off on making me look like an idiot? Thanks.” “No, not an idiot. Just a trusting fool - far more endearing. Now, back in position, hop hop!” John sighed as he settled back onto his knees, his face pressed into the pillow. Sherlock again began the expedition of the anal plug. He moved it a bit quickly this time, and soon enough, John’s ring of muscle closed tightly around the divot in the plastic, snug as a bug in a rug. “Now, how do you like that Thumper?” “It’s good.” John whimpered from the top of the bed. “Good. And now I’m going to make it even better.” And with that, Sherlock set about rubbing the plug with a vibrator, sending the the vibrations down the plastic and deep into John’s body. He had an excellent time switching between the various speed settings, and John had an excellent time vocalizing his approval of Sherlock’s ingenuity. Sherlock peered between John’s legs and saw the front of the rabbit suit was saturated with pre-come. Chuckling softly, he switched the vibrator off, and began the withdrawal of the plug. After a few minutes, it slid easily out of John’s rectum with satisfactory speed, and was discarded on the bed beside them. “Are you ready now, Thumper?” “Yes.” John gasped into the bed, trying to press his cock into the mattress below for any kind of stimulation he could get. “Yes, who?” “Yes... Bambi.” “Beg for it.” “Just fuck me already.” There was silence as Sherlock waited, absently rubbing his own erection through the cheap brown fabric of his bambi outfit. He couldn't see John’s head, as it was cloaked in a fluffy grey hood, adorned with long fuzzy ears, but he could feel John summoning the courage to call him Bambi. He was probably trying to rationalize it to himself, make it somehow sexy. John moaned softly. “Please. Just fuck me already, Bambi.” His voice thoroughly coated in desperation and shame. “Anything for you, Thumper dear.” he said. Sherlock grinned. John would do anything he asked. “Err, hang out. I can’t get my cock out.” He said, quickly jumping off the bed and rifling through a pile of laundry. He came back to the bed, somehow wielding a knife, and began to hack away at the cheap bunny suit until there was a rough opening at the front; his dripping cock protruding obscenely into the air in front of him. “Alright. Now I’m going to fuck you until you cry.” “Just get on with it.  Please.” John begged, his paws desperately trying to get a grip on the head board. “All in good time.” “No, now!” “D’awww. Well, Someone’s a grumpy bunny.” “Just fucking put your deer dick in me already!” John yelled, pressing his face into the pillow in frustration. “Calm down, or you’ll get nothing at all.” “As if, you want to get off as bad as I do.” “Yes, but I’m free to bring myself to orgasm and then leave a lovely trail of cum all down your fur, so shut up.” John grit his teeth, and sighed, resigning himself to the fact that Sherlock was in charge. He took to wiggling his bum back and forth, making his little cotton-tail shake. “Mm, that’s the idea, Thumper. You are irresistable.” Sherlock said, smiling as he rolled a condom onto his pre-cum soaked penis, before lubing up. He shuffled forward, on his knees, kneeling between John’s trembling legs. He placed one hand on John’s fur-less arse, spreading him open, while the other guided his heavy cock towards the anus it was about to destroy. Once lined up, he pushed firmly, his tip entering John’s arse. He slid himself in entirely, same as the plug, and stayed where he was, content to be nestled balls-deep in John’s anus. “I’m going to enjoy this so much.” He murmured into the fur of John’s shoulder, rubbing his cheek up and down on the tacky, grey material. “I certainly hope so. I’ve been a very bad bunny.” John said quietly. Sherlock laughed gently. “I know you have. But that’s the best kind of bunny.” He said, as he began to rock slowly in and out of John, his face pressed into John’s back, as John shifted beneath him, pressing back into the movements. “I thought you were going to make me cry with the intensity of your fucking.” “There’s time enough for that, just let’s get to it.” It was all sickeningly intimate. Thankfully, after a while of that weak bullshit, Sherlock was overcome with the need to posses. He sat up straight, took John by his fluffy bunny hips, and began thrusting with full force. John cried out at the sudden speed change, while Sherlock pushed mercilessly into his body, rolling his hips with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, Bambi!” John was an incoherent mess by this point, so Sherlock took the liberty to say any number of ridiculous things, knowing that John would never know he’d said them. “I’m going to fuck you like the filthy rabbit you are!” His only response was a throaty cry, the very epitome of “the throes of passion”. “Take it all, Thumper, you great English Lop!” He kept thrusting, his hands gripping tightly on the cheap suit, straining it at the seams. “Come on, are you a real rabbit, or tiny chinchilla, who can’t take a good dicking?” He yelled to the room in general, amused by the absurdity of the statements, aroused at the coarseness of his language. “I’m going to fuck you until your ears are so sore that they can’t stand up.” “Please, Bambi” John gurgled into the pillow, completely transported. Sherlock picked up the pace, slamming into John, occasionally spanking the bits of his arse that were uncovered. John was crying out with need, so close to the edge, about to come all over the inside of his suit. Sherlock slipped one arm inside the bum-flap and reach around John’s body to give him, well, a reach-around. He squeezed firmly on John’s aching cock, rubbing it in time with his own hard thrusts. With help from the warm massaging friction of the suit, it wasn’t long before John yelled out, come spurting out of him, all up the inside of the suit and dribbling over Sherlock’s hand. Sherlock followed suit (haha) shortly after, his own orgasm brought on by the contracting of John’s anus as he climaxed. He collapsed heavily on top of John, panting into the furry shoulder beneath him once more. John’s torso was smeared in his own cum as it came in contact with the bed. “Oh, Jesus Christ, Sherlock.” “See, it wasn’t so bad after all.” “Fuck me.” “I did.” John sighed contentedly; his brain trying to deal with the overload of pleasure that his body had delivered unto it. Sherlock rolled off John, his fawn ears askew, and held his bunny-lover close to him, stroking the wet patch on the front of the suit where John’s pre-cum had predominantly dripped. They lay together in the post-coital silence, dozing a bit as they snuggled. “Sherlock?” John said, turning slightly to face his deer. “Mm?” “Did you really call me a great English Lop?” “...I might have done.” “You are insane.” “Well. We can’t all be boring in bed.” John grinned, leaning in to kiss the great idiot who had just fucked him in a deer suit. “You’re a disgrace.” “You’re the disgrace, you just conceded to being fucked while dressed like a rabbit, what self-respecting man does that?” “One that loves you.” “Ugh, rabbits. You are always so over-sentimental.” “You need to stop.” “Shhh, you’re ruining everything, Thumper.” “Don’t you ever fucking call me that again.” “What if I want to more bunny sex? ” “Well. Fine, but not until then.” “Deal.” “Good.” “Bunnies are excellent breeders, did you know?” “Sherlock you can’t breed with me, we are two men. Now shut up and go get me something to clean myself up with.” “Doesn’t mean I can’t try.” “Go!” Sherlock left the bed, getting up to get a wet face-cloth. He stopped at the door, and looked back at John. “What, Sherlock?” “I love you too, Thumper.”

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Prompt 1: Jobs

by dragoninatrenchcoat (Team Westwood)

Jim explains his halloween costume.

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Prompt 1: Disguises and Costumes - Superheroes and Villians

By: sofilledwithfeeling (Team Purple Shirt)

Gifset: Sherlock’s ready for Halloween, but John isn’t. Yet.

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Prompt #1: Disguises and Costumes

By: Derpytuna (Team Navy Westwood)

Jim as a Fashion Designer and Molly as a Ballerina.

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Prompt 1: Disguises and Costumes - Superheroes and Villians

By: sofilledwithfeeling (Team Purple Shirt)

Mycroft and Sherlock, Halloween ‘78, dressed up as another pair of feuding siblings.

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Prompt 1: Cosplay By: cinemaliberation (Team Beige Jumper)

John did not think Sherlock would wear a costume to the Halloween party. Much less coupled with Mrs. Hudson.  (Done in MS Paint)  

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Prompt 1: Cosplays By: cinemaliberation (Team Beige Jumper) 

Anderson is spotted at a Homestuck meetup cosplaying Eridan Ampora.

Damn. Damn it all to hell. Anderson genuinely hadn’t thought anyone he knew would be here. Honestly, what would anyone in the Forensics Department have to do at a Homestuck meetup? Well, the guys at Forensics hadn’t actually shown up, but he gladly would have taken them over the man who did! Sherlock Holmes, and his jumper-clad friend that he toted along with him everywhere he went, apparently were going “people watching” and ended up following some teenagers dressed in black T-Shirts with gray make-up and clay horns, wondering what all that was about. And what they found had them in a bout of giggles, much to Anderson’s irritation.  “Wwhat? Can’t a guy havve a hobby?” he asked snootily, not even noticing that he was completely in character for his cosplay - typing quirk and everything.  Sherlock was in tears. Truly, this was the first time Anderson had ever seen him laugh. While astonishing, it did nothing to pacify him.  What did pacify him was the rogue bucket - intended to be gently tossed to a Karkat cosplayer from a cheerful John Egbert - that smacked Sherlock Holmes in the back of the head.

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Prompt 1: Disguises and Costumes - Superheroes and Villians

By: sofilledwithfeeling (Team Purple Shirt)

Did I just write Sally/Anderson angst-fluff fic? Why, I think I did. Warning for some nudity.

Donovan closed her eyes, pressing her face into Anderson’s shoulder. “Please, take those y-fronts off.”

Anderson grinned, nuzzling her hair and pushing down the cups of her Wonder Woman leotard. “Are we begging now?”

“No,” Donovan rolled her eyes, pushing him up against against the desk and knocking Lestrade’s name plate to the floor. “They look ridiculous and I can’t have sex with you unless you throw them out the window. Right now.”

Anderson shucked off the offending pair of whiteys and swung them around his forefinger with a mischevious grin. “They’re the source of my power.”

“Why do I even have sex with you?” Donovan asked, laughing as she ripped them from his hands and chucked them across the room.

“What-What’s going on in here?”

Donovan only managed to fix her costume just before Lestrade flipped the light switch. Anderson was left clutching his red cape to his groin. 

“Sorry,” he stammered, bright red. Donovan felt her soul die and collapse into a pit of hellfire when Sherlock Holmes walked in.

“Sergeant Donovan,” he said, with an impudent nod, straightening the cuffs of his purple shirt. Behind him, John Watson was trying to look everywhere but directly at Anderson.

“Freak,” she bit, angrily. 

“Look, I don’t care what you both get up to in your spare time, but please, not in my office, and not when the whole division is outside having a party!” Lestrade pulled off his groucho spectacles. 

“Sorry,” Anderson repeated. 

“Just, just go get dressed, there’s been a double homicide.” Lestrade sighed, running his hand over her face.

“Captain Underpants!” Sherlocked called out as Donovan and Anderson made a run for the door. He held out a pair of white y-fronts. “Yours, I presume?”

“I’m going to kill him,” Donovan said later, in the changing room as Anderson banged his head repeatedly against his locker. “I’m going to kill him, and I’m going to make it look like an accident. And then he’ll roll in his grave forever, knowing he knows how to prove I did it, but nobody else will.”

Anderson sank down next to her, sliding an arm over her shoulder. “I’ll help.”

He kissed her forehead, and she sank into his embrace.

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Prompt 1: Cosplays By: cinemaliberation (Team Beige Jumper) 

John’s girlfriend wants him to cosplay The Doctor from Doctor Who but the Doctor doesn’t wear jumpers and John is not okay with that.

“A blonde named Rose is dating a Doctor. For some reason I think this won’t end happily,” John said light heartedly. Rose grinned widely.  “You know we’d be the perfect cosplay,” she hinted.  John frowned. Cosplay? “Ah… What?”  “You know.. Costumes, dress up!” As she expanded, Rose snuggled into John’s side, feeling his soft, warm beige jumper against her face. He draped an arm around her shoulders.  “I don’t think David Tennant’s clothing would quite flatter me.”  “No… I was thinking Christopher Eccleston.”  John made a face. “The leather jacket doesn’t seem comfortable. I think I’ll just stick to jumpers, alright?”

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Prompt 1: Disguises and Costumes

By: onion-valentine (Team Purple Shirt)

Molly likes theme parties. (First of four in a mixed-media series of submissions.)