#johnwatsonrp

[sassyaroacepal]

#johniarty <3 #me #johnwatsonrp #jimmyinwestwood (at In The City Of Orange)

[archangel-dimmock]

A Proposal

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John couldn’t help the small smile at Ry’s kindness sliding in to nuzzle gently at the younger man’s neck, placing a soft kiss before sighing. “Mayhap a little more sleep and we can see what we can salvage of today? I know you had planned today and I was excited to see what we would be doing.” The doctor murmured into his boyfriend’s neck, nuzzling the skin a little more even as he began to wake up. He pulled away enough to gently kiss the archangel’s cheek before pulling away completely to stretch, standing as he did so, his joints popping and cracking. “Or possibly just go now, I think I could do with a cuppa and not need the sleep.” It was true, he’d only slept close to two hours, but he was still semi used to it, his body knowing this feeling. He turned back to Ryan, smiling softly and offering him a hand. “What exactly was it you had planned today, love?”

Ry nuzzled John a bit after the man had placed a kiss on his neck, a soft purr coming out. He always loved it when the doctor would do that; it always relaxed him and made him feel wanted and loved. He then watched his boyfriend stretch and he had to bite his bottom lip in order to keep out a needy whine. He stood up along with John and placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, smiling at him. “It’s actually almost noon now and we were suppose to be at my cousin’s shop in about thirty minutes, and we were going to eat there while you’re being measured for a suit. I know, you probably don’t need one but Patty insisted.” He stretched a bit himself and went to the kitchen and got a cup of water to heat up in the microwave. “And then dinner at a nice restaurant downtown and a show...”

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john-watson-rp

Sherlock awoke slowly, sleep clinging stubbornly onto the lashes that brushed his cheek as he looked towards his alarm. Six in the morning, as usual. Clockwork. It had been years since he needed the alarm to begin with, and he yawned away the remaining traces of a last night working with combustible materials (but only after John had gone to bed, so that he wouldn't have to listen to him fuss).

Today was a special day.

Or so society dictated. Dates of birth were otherwise simply a number within another number, a day within a month, and they were in no way special unless it fell on a holiday. Even that was moot; holidays were tedious, to say the least. (Overcommercialised. Overcelebrated. Completely over his head.) But today was a special day as dictated by society, by their acquaintances, and by John Watson himself.

Yes, it was John's birthday.

Sherlock didn't normally care, and had it been his own birthday, he wouldn't have bothered with anything. But this was John; John was normal and he appreciated these things, so Sherlock was going to... try.

But he would get to that later.

Right now? He had to get to his morning cuppa.

[ivelostmyspectacles]

john-watson-rp

Excuse me while I do it this way so we're not working through asks, because I don't know how to respond to them, or if I can at all.

Let's see... do you like sickfic? I'm notorious for writing sickfic in a lot of my fanfiction, so it's where I'm probably most comfortable. Or even something like one of the boy's birthdays. I'm not very good at coming up with casefic, but I'm totally game if you wanted to lead something like that. I mean, anything really.

Otherwise: I'll be Sherlock, obviously. I'd prefer your canon John, canon relationships. Do you prefer pre-S3 or post-S3 because it really doesn't matter to me, I've done both. Also, yeah, like I mentioned, I'm not very good with Tumblr, so is it going to bother you if I don't put gifs/images in my replies?

[archangel-dimmock]

❖

Send a ⁂ for my muse to take a bullet for yours.

john-watson-rp

Ry was in the lobby at New Scotland Yard talking to the officer manning the security desk. When he glanced up, he saw Sherlock enter and then John came in behind. He smiled at his boyfriend and was about to say something to the doctor when something flashed in the corner of his eye. A lone gunman fired a shot in the air, saying something that he was there to end the life of anyone close to the Guardian. That was when the DI saw the gunman take aim at John.

Without a second thought, time slowed down for the archangel as he rushed over to the doctor’s side, pushing the man out of the way when the shot was fire. He felt something akin to pain when the bullet struck him in his side and then a second hit him in the stomach. That was when he realized that there was something different about these bullets... they felt like something was done to them because his Grace was not responding the way it should as he fell down hard on the floor, sounds around him dimming as he began to lose consciousness. He was unaware of shots firing, the gunman being killed or the shouts for an ambulance...

[archangel-dimmock]

Hush, go back to sleep.

Send me “Hush, go back to sleep.” for my character to fall asleep in your characters arms.

john-watson-rp

It had been a long day for Ry. There was a rather large influx of people at the Yard because someone had the bright idea to set off some tear gas inside a grocery store. So when he finally made it to Baker Street to spend some time with John, he felt his eyes begin to droop. That’s when he head the doctor tell him to go back to sleep.

“Okay,” the archangel remarked sleepily as he buried himself into John’s side, not really caring if Holmes was around or not.

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Also I just want to say that I love all the amazing people I met and re-met Thursday night