#johnwatsonmdofsass

[torturedtiger]

"Hello Heaven."

“Welcome home.”

[torturedtiger]

"Seb, will you open this?" John tossed him a half emptied jar of peanut butter.

                         The confusion that passed his face had vanished as quickly as it’d come. Pulling open a drawer, he picked out the largest spoon he could find before opening the jar and dipping it in to extract a glorious, rounded spoonful to hand over to her. Once she’d taken it from him, he licked the stray scraps around his fingers from where they’d touched the mouth of the jar. 

                        “The cravings haven’t subsided yet, I take it?”

[72-reasons]

Khan & John Watson

**Sassiest of all ships. So much fluff. So much love. Even between all the snarking.

[72-reasons]

"We can cuddle."

“Well, yes. I would certainly hope so. It would make the scuffs I got in that race hurt a bit less, I think. At least that’s what my doctor told me.”

[72-reasons]

ϟ ((BUT WITH HIS MOUTH))

“I’ve barely gotten the front of my shirt unbuttoned for heaven’s sake,” Khan chided, glancing down at where the blond’s lips dusted over the divet beneath his sternum. “You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

[onlybonesleft]

johnwatsonmdofsass answered your question “why do people put bones in ravenclaw?”

they think ravenclaw is only 4 smart people

True, I mean don’t get me wrong I think Bones is more than brilliant. 

Also....NI! <3 it’s good to see you on the dash <3 I’ve still got a couple of drafts/threads of Bones and John. I will try to get on those asap. 

[72-reasons]

"Aye there luv," John waggled his thick brows at Khan, rolling up a towel in a clear motion. Ready to snap it at their love.

“You know, for as long as we’ve been married, you never cease to surprise me,” Khan said, shaking his head at the other man. 

[torturedtiger]

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Meme || Accepting

Ranks. There were always ranks between them, even in the end, when Sebastian was leaving Her Majesty’s Army after being recruited by Jim Moriarty. It was what kept Seb in line with the young Captain. They got along well enough in front of the troops, but it was in the hours in Sebastian’s tent when things got more personal. The time where the spent talking about family, siblings, and desires was the only time Seb found himself letting his guard down.

It was three nights before he was set to go out on a mission. The mission. The one where it would look like their convoy would be bombed and Sebastian would fake his own death. This was how he was to get out. And several people in his unit would be killed in the process. Sebastian was pacing in his tent before finally coming to a decision.

“Captain Watson, a word, please,” he called from the entrance way. The colonel was precisely four ranks above John, and this was the only solution he had found to his one qualm concerning his escape.

“Sir?”

“Take a seat, Captain,” Sebastian said casually, pouring them both a glass before passing one to Watson. “The mission on Wednesday. I need you to stay behind.”

“But, Sir!”

“It’s not going to be a standard trip and your services won’t be necessary while we’re out. I appreciate your dedication, Captain, but we really don’t need you out this time.”

“Sir, really…”

“Captain, you will stay behind on Wednesday. That is an order.”

Seb could see the reluctant obedience as it weighed down John’s shoulders. The Captain stood, setting the untouched drink to the side.

“Yes, Sir.”

John made a move to exit.

“I haven’t dismissed you, Soldier.”

John stopped, his left fist clenching at his side, and he exhaled a breath. When he turned on his heel, his face was composed.

“There’s just one more thing,” the Sniper Colonel said with a raised jaw. “I want you to remember that first assumptions about things are not always the truth.” John would think that Sebastian was referring to this particular situation. That Sebastian wasn’t insulting John’s ability as a medic. But he was trying to tell John not to believe the assumption of Seb’s death in three days time.

“Is that all, Sir?”

For a response, Sebastian leaned in and placed a hesitant, but deliberate kiss on the Captain’s lips.

“You’re dismissed, John. Good night.”

John blinked, stalled, and stared after Sebastian as he turned his back on the doctor.

“Good night, Sebastian.”