#drellaholmes

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drellaholmes replied to your photoset “the ‘barely slept and still look decent ‘selfie or you can call it...”

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While writing about John crying during rough sex: “Nice.”

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Your art is so cute! I'm surprised it took me so long to find you. :3

Aww, thank you!!

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Cardigan

It starts out simply. It always does with Sherlock Holmes. John really should know better by now.

"That one," Sherlock says, and John jumps. He hadn’t heard him in the doorway at all.

"What are you doing here?" he snaps.

"Watching you. Obviously. I said that one, John. The hideous oatmeal one."

"It’s not hid—hang on, why are you here?"

"Where?"

"Here. In my doorway. Telling me what to wear."

Sherlock sighs. “Because you had a long talk with Harry on the phone last night which means you got into an argument with her which means you’re feeling sorry for yourself which therefore means you’re eventually going to put it on anyway because you always do when you’re upset and thinking about Harry. You love that thing for some ungodly reason which I’m not prepared to delve into at the moment because we’ve got a case and we don’t have time for you to stand here waffling over which ridiculous jumper you’re going to put on today, as if it makes a difference at all since they’re all equally absurd.”

John glares at him. “We have a case?”

"Yes. Only a five but it should provide some amusement. Come on, John!” and he disappears down the stairs.

John glares at the empty doorway for a moment longer before turning back to his wardrobe. For a brief second he considers wearing the navy one instead just to spite Sherlock, but the sound of Sherlock moving around downstairs in hurried impatient strides reaches him and he snatches the oatmeal jumper from its shelf. He pulls it on as he runs out the door.

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"The blue one."

John sighs and turns around. Sherlock is leaning in the door, long arms crossed over his chest, watching.

"What?"

"The blue one. With the red bit."

"Sherlock. What are you doing here?"

"Helping you dress, clearly. The blue one, John."

John stares at him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How did you—”

"Oh, please. You were chatting up that sales lady last night and you clearly exchanged numbers. The fact that you shaved twice today would have given it away if your trousers hadn’t."

"My trousers."

"You’re wearing your date trousers."

"I don’t have date trousers."

Sherlock gives him a somewhat pitying look. “Of course you do. Now. The blue one, John.”

"What? Why?"

"Because you think it makes you look safe but stylish. It doesn’t, of course, but since you’ve never listened to me before I don’t suppose you’re going to start now."

"Sherlock. Get out of my room."

Sherlock rolls his eyes and disappears. John watches him go and turns back to the wardrobe.

He wears the blue one.

~~~~~~~~~~

"The dark green."

John doesn’t even turn around anymore.

"I was going to wear the beige one."

"I know. Good thing I’m here, isn’t it?"

"Jesus Christ, you pompous git," John sighs and snatches the beige one off the hanger. Sherlock says nothing but gives him a look as John stomps by him down the stairs.

John spends the rest of the day hyperaware of his jumper, wondering what’s wrong with it. People keep looking at him. Is there something on it? A hole? A stain? Is the jumper just that ugly that people can’t help but stare?

He wishes he’d worn the green one.

~~~~~~~~~~

"The grey one."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

~~~~~~~~~~

"The maroon one."

John frowns at his shelves. He doesn’t have a maroon one.

"Bottom shelf, at the back."

John’s frown deepens, but he kneels down, rifling through the stacks of trousers and jeans until his hand touches something soft and unfamiliar. He pulls it out and stares at the maroon cardigan in his hands. He knows he’s never seen it before.

"Sherlock. What—"

He stops abruptly. Freezes at the soft touch of a hand on his head and he turns, mouth dry to find Sherlock directly behind him, looking down at him with an expression in his eyes that John is suddenly frantic to misinterpret. He swallows.

"Sherlock?" he says again, aware of his heart beating too hard, his breath just a little too fast. He is on his knees and he is abruptly and unequivocally aware of just where his head settles in relation to Sherlock’s body.

Sherlock just stares down at him, light eyes gone dark, one large hand on John’s head and John feels fingers settled in against his scalp, tightening slowly around the tufts of his hair.

"John," Sherlock says, and his voice is low, a physical texture of velvet and gravel, something heated and smouldering in its tones. "John," he says again. "The maroon one."

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He wears the maroon one. Eventually.

~ceywoozle

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drellaholmes replied to your post “drellaholmes replied to your post...”

Ee it's my second time Cosplaying (first was a makeup fawnlock test) so I'm really excited. Also my first convention. Did you go to Gridlock last year by any chance?

oo fawnlock! Yes, I did. It wasn't my first con, but it was my first con where I'd ever gone to alone, and it was really great. The panels were super, they had a room where you could just relax and colour things, and everyone was super nice ^_^

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drellaholmes replied to your post “drellaholmes replied to your post...”

Oh my god, bless. I'm meeting a long distance friend there, too (1,513 miles away)! Maybe a secret code word? Handshakes might be a bit hard to figure out over the web :)

heh, I'm sure we'll figure something out! Plus, I'm not exactly inconspicuous in my cracky cosplays so I should be easy to spot :P

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drellaholmes replied to your post “drellaholmes replied to your post: “flights for 221bcon went down...”

Damn it. Yeah. Gridlock. (I'm going to gridlock and I thought it would be cool if someone I followed was, too. Ugh I'm going to hide now. Okay.)

No, but I'll be going to Gridlock, too! That's just farther off! I'm just in the area so I won't have to deal with flights. Don't hide - we should find each other and do a secret handshake or something at the con!

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drellaholmes replied to your post: sherlock’s hip freckle is everything

I need a picture of such hip freckle.

http://wearitcounts.tumblr.com/post/87004263917