#masterofdeductions

[ixhadbadxdays]

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    John’s smile fell and he didn’t move, unsure if he should move or not. Sherlock just relocated his hands to almost THERE. Did he realise that he just did that or no? Well, Sherlock was a very purposeful man so it couldn’t possibly be an accident.

    “Well, now I’ll pay more attention...” John smirked against the skin of Sherlock’s neck. “And I don’t have to talk to do this.”

    His hands slid a little lower and then around where he actually wanted to be. John nipped at his ear and murmured, “You fell right into my trap, babe. You’ve got me exactly where I wanted to be...How does it feel to lose Sherlock?”

[xmxphisto-blog]

"When my time comes, will you do the same to me? Will you?"

“What do you mean? Like...steal your soul and torture it in Hell? I thought Hell was what you make of it...”

[amanandgoodatit]

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Greg actually smirked slightly when he was tugged close, one brow quirking in an almost-challenge. “Never been surer.”

[itsusxallysubtext]

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“Which is why I have a career in seeing what others don’t and you’re in training. And I know you’ve been through my sock drawer, I wouldn’t bother if I was you.” 

“...I was at your sock drawer because I did the WASHING, Sherlock.”

[itsusxallysubtext]

“It’s nothing, I swear.”

RP STARTERS: MISCELLANEOUS ANGST

             “Alright, Sherlock. You know I`m saying this in the nicest way possible: But with you it´s never just NOTHING.”

[amanandgoodatit]

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“How d’y’ know I ain’t already fallen f’ y’, hmmmm?” The drunk DI slurred slightly, offering a tilted, boyish smile as he tried to focus on Sherlock properly.

[ixhadbadxdays]

"There's plenty of room for the both of us."

@masterofdeductions

    “Yeah, if we practically drape ourselves over each other...are you sure you’re okay with that?” he asked slowly. John turned away and began to change into his sleep clothes.

    He was already planning on what he could use in the room to make a bed on the floor. Really, it would be swiping one pillow and one blanket. There wasn’t much else in the room that he could use and the floor would be better than the desk chair. 

[amanandgoodatit]

“Breathe.”

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If Greg hadn’t been in the middle of potentially the worst panic attack he’d ever had, he probably would have made some sort of sarky remark in response to that (’oh, wow, I never thought of that-!’), but as it was, he could barely think past the panic clouding his mind and the lack of oxygen numbing his lips.

Tears cascaded down his cheeks, chest heaving as he tried to get himself together and stop hyperventilating and  b r e a t h e. He clung to whatever part of Sherlock he’d managed to grab a hold of, trying to use the feel under his hands and the sound of Sherlock’s voice to ground himself.

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, he told himself silently, lips trembling as they moved with the words, I’ll be okay, this will pass, I’ll be okay--

A shuddering sob left him and he clung to Sherlock tighter, beginning to count out loud, slowly, backward from 100 in threes.

“A h-hundred... Nine- ninety-seven--... Ninety-f-four...”