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Got some special songs for some special people <3 Enjoy!

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Haunt Me ((is it too late for this? <3))

((not at all)

 I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours

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While the elder Holmes brother was best known for his affinity towards surveillance, this does not mean that he was the only one of the brothers gifted with such skills.  While it was certainly true that Sherlock preferred the less legal routes of gathering information, in this case, Mycroft turned a blind eye and indeed hushed up the almost perpetual monitoring of John Watson by someone not in his office.  It had helped that Mycroft had installed the cameras in John's living spaces, no matter where they were.

It had been months since Sherlock had been forced to leave London.  Six long months since last he saw his best friend in person.  It was hard, even for someone like Sherlock who divorced his emotions as soon as he felt them creeping up on him, and he knew that if the camera lines should be traced, his position would be given away (sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side/caring is not an advantage), but he didn't care because this was John.

Boston, Singapore, Lisbon, Cape Town.  No matter where it was he was staying for the month, Sherlock was watching John.  Watching him cry at idiotic films, watching him go into spells of depression, watching him laugh with the latest girlfriend, watching him talk to the detective who was not there to be talked to.  And Sherlock would reply.  He'd berate John for being a wuss, try his best to comfort him, point out all the faults of the girl, and fill in the other half of the conversation.  And once or twice, when he could tell John was at his darkest point, he'd call him.  He'd never say anything, of course, just listen to his friend's voice, desperately trying to interrupt the blackest of moments, to make sure he had a John to come home to.

It became part of Sherlock's mo(u)rning ritual.  Turn the computer on, get through Mycroft's firewalls, make his breakfast whatever it was John was eating (he timed it so he could see, and it didn't matter if it was Chinese takeaway at what, for Sherlock, was six in the morning--he ate it), read the newspaper while John was away, all the while wishing he could still be there.

After some time, Mycroft began to get wary, pointing out that there would only be one of two people monitoring John after a tragedy like that, and that it wouldn't be too hard to deduce who it was if the line was traced.  Sherlock saw the point in Mycroft's words, but didn't heed them.  Sherlock was Sherlock, and if he was anything, he was protective of his best friend.  To a fault.  He had to know that John was okay, every single day, to know that he was surviving at the very least, if not thriving in adversity as John was known for doing.

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lupocuore replied to your link: New theme~!

Wonderful love!

//Thankies!!

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((WE LOVE IT))

//ghjuik;lhg! yaaaay!!!

jawnwatsonmd replied to your link: New theme~!

//love that theme~! had it on my personal for a while!

//Really?!! Nice! I need to remake my playlist.... Any requests? <3

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((Jawn I got your prompt but as I'm on my phone I'll wait until tomorrow to find the meaning of the prompt and use it))

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Sassy Johniarty Fluff - John and Jim having fun for their muns' delight

Jim: Hi *licks his lips with a pervert face*

jawnwatsonmd:

Jim, seriously?

Jim: Yes, seriously. I miss playing with my favourite puppet *raises eyebrows seductively*

jawnwatsonmd:

You’re lucky Sherlock is asleep and wont see us. Come here.

Jim: *Walks to the doctor and puts his face barely inches from the other one's* "What do you want, doctor? Missed me too?

jawnwatsonmd:

“Shut up,” John said slyly, wrapping his arms around Jim’s waist and kissing him softly.

He grinned against John's lips and returned the kiss, really softly and slow on purpose. He raised his left hand and ran it through John's hair, while with his right one he caressed the other one's arm. "Always so demanding, my dear" Jim teased when the kiss was over. "You shouldn't forget that I'm the one in control here".

jawnwatsonmd:

“Mm, command me then,” John grinned, looking into Jim’s eyes. He was a sucker for Jim’s little games, desperate for the order to come from his lover’s tongue.

"That's exactly what I was planning to do." Jim returned the grin and let go of John's arm, but kept his left hand on his hair, pulling it a bit. Very slowly, he moved his head until his lips were almost touching his lover's ear. He let his breath caress it for a few moments before speaking. "Kiss... me... hard" Jim finally ordered, whispering and stressing every word in a seductive tone.

jawnwatsonmd:

John’s heart rate quickened as he felt Jim’s warm breath on his ear. He licked his lips, letting every syllable of Jim’s voice arouse him the way it was meant to. John followed Jim’s command like a good little soldier, bringing their lips back together in a dangerously hungry fashion. He nipped at Jim’s lower lip, breaking into his mouth like his life depended on it, hard.

Jim couldn't help but moaning when John obliged, the hunger of his lover making him extremely aroused. He returned the kiss with equal passion, letting their tongues crash and dance and twist against each other. He kept tugging John's hair -he loved to do that- and lead his right hand to the doctor's lower back, pulling him closer. There was no physical space between them anymore as the kiss went on, leaving him breathless.

jawnwatsonmd:

John slipped his hands under Jim’s Westwood suit jacket, resting them on his sides. He groaned as Jim continued to pull at his hair, loving every second of it. John’s fingers slipped underneath Jim’s belt line, edging their way to the front as he continued to kiss Jim the way only he could, the way only Jim brought out in him.

When Jim felt John's hand moving towards his beltline he responded by lowering his right hand, grabbing John's butt with all the strenght he could gather. They parted to breathe, at last, and Jim grinned widely. "Eager to undress me, aren't we, my dear?" He tilted John's head with his left hand and slowly licked his neck, from the base to his earlobe, biting it quickly before speaking again. "I shall give you my permission to do so if you ask politely, darling".

jawnwatsonmd:

John gasped at the sudden ass-grabbing, not expecting it. Though, the slightly animal-like licking he did expect. John wanted to laugh, but was much too aroused. “We can do this with your clothes still on, you know. It’s be a shame to ruin your suit, though. Not like you don’t have a thousand. Do you ever…” John started, forcefully walking him backwards until they met a wall, “…get tired of being in control all the time?”

John smirked, meeting Jim’s lips in a kiss that left him wanting more, moving his kisses across to his ear, politley asking, “Dear Jim, may your doctor undress you? It’s time for an examination.”

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jawnwatsonmd replied to your post: OOC

yer ~fabulous~

((We have a thread, shhh.))

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jawnwatsonmd replied to your post: #reblogging these doesn’t make me gay okay ((Sure...

IT DOESN’T! I’M ALLOWED TO LIKE PRETTY PURPLE COOKIES!

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#reblogging these doesn't make me gay okay

((Sure John, sure. XD *Dying*))