#scciopath

[wtsns-a]

                    they’d   talked   about   it    .          argued         ,         more like         ,         because really         ,         his baby daughter definitely shouldn’t be at crime scenes  .         sherlock had said that it would be educational        ,         that a crime scene offered many skills that one could not learn in primary school  .         &         whilst john knew that to be true         ,         knew that rosie could not avoid their lifestyle for the rest of her life         ,         she wasn’t even two         ,         &         john preferred to not scar her with the sight of a bloodied cadaver  .         but         ,         sometimes         ,       things happened  .         john had gone out to the shops a few hours earlier with rosie         ,         as they’d needed to get some things so the fridge wouldn’t look so empty  .         but         ,         halfway through his stroll through tesco         ,         he’d received a text from sherlock  .         it was a good crime         ,         he could already tell         ,         because why else would sherlock have tempted him with it  ?         there was an address         &         everything  .         he glanced down to the baby sitting in the cart         ,         who was gurgling away quite contently to herself         ,         then sighed  .         definitely earlier than he’d wanted to expose her         ,         but         ————         god         ,         he couldn’t resist  .         he was absolutely weak for it .         he quickly checked out with the items in their cart         ,         then carried the bags out to his car         ,         buckling rosie into her carseat in the back before starting up the car         &         punching the address into his gps  .         it didn’t take him very long to get to the scene         ,         &         he parked before unbuckling rosie         &         strapping her to his chest         ,         snatching the baby bag from his trunk  .         he can see sherlock among the yard         ,         milling about the scene  .         a hand cups protectively on rosie’s back         ,         as he approaches  .                  ❝         sorry that i’m a bit late   .         i was in the middle of shopping   .         ❞                  a small smile on john’s face         ,         as he walks to sherlock’s side         ,         although he keeps a bit of a distance from the body         ,         trying not to get rosie too close  .                  ❝         what’ve we got today   ?           ❞

(   for   @scciopath   !   )

[rwtsn-arc]

slouched  across  the  sofa  ,  eyes  flicking  between  her  phone  ,  the  tv  and  her  laptop.  MAYBE  she  had  purposely  had  all  three  things  going  at  once  to  annoy  the  other  inhabitants.  deep  breathe  ,  before  a  small  laugh  escaped  her  lips. DOG VIDEOS  ,  who  could  resist  not  laughing  at  them.  her  attention  turned  to  the  presence  of  the  other  person  who  was  now  in  the  room.

“i’m  WATCHING  the  tv  ,  so  don’t  you dare  turn  it  off.”

rosie spoke  ,  not  moving  an  inch.  she  was  too  comfy  to  do  anything. placing  her  phone  by  the  side  of  her  ,  before  she  finally  sat  herself  up,  guessing  she  would  need  to  make  sure  she  was  acutally  paying  attention  to  the  tv.

“if  you’re  going  into  the  kitchen  ,  can  you  grab  me  some  snacks.”

       @scciopath because rosie wants to be lazy as fck 

[crxwncd-blog]

|| @scciopath​ - continued from X ||

             there were so many ways that moriarty saw sherlock , there was admiration , jealousy , love , anger  &&  of course lust , the one of these that moriarty had not acted upon until that day .  it was bound to happen at some point , the more often they met the more it grew until it aggravated him to no end , bringing them to the position they were currently in  &&  moriarty could see the way sherlock’s eyes moved , the way they questioned before realisation hit .  yet he didn’t force him away , jim knew that he could, yet he chose not to , instead his words spilled out . &&  he didn’t want to move from that position , the temptation to let his lips claim the man before him , to ravage his body leaving pretty little marks all over him , yet he couldn’t push against the boundaries those words set in place despite the frustration the criminal felt .   perhaps he had been too accustomed to having people that would get on their knees before him with a snap of his fingers , but that would have made sherlock ever so  b o r i n g , so he did just as sherlock asked , fingers uncurling from his upper arms slowly, feet shifting him back a little before he attempted to straighten his suit out , not that there was any point in concealing very obvious physical effects .        ‘ you’re a frustrating man sherlock holmes -------- ‘

[captwctsns]

@scciopath continued from ( ♜ )

John doesn’t look at Sherlock at first. He doesn’t look across the fire when he speaks, keeps his eyes on the flickering glow of the flames reflected in the finger of Scotch in his hand, resting on the arm of his chair. He doesn’t lift his gaze to catch the slight widening in Sherlock’s eyes, or that subtle breathlessness at the confession. 

Instead, he just breathes. John inhales slowly, lets it fill his chest completely, and exhales with the same ease. It is easy... to breathe, at least, but it’s a small victory and John will take it gladly. Finally, he looks up. 

“No, no, it’s fine.” John replies. There’s a casualness to his tone that lifts a weight off his chest. For the first time in years, he doesn’t feel like a war is waging inside his fucking head just at the thought of it. 

They’d been talking about a recent client - a woman who’d survived a boat accident and been the only survivor. Her new husband had been trying to use the “ghost” of her deceased husband to guilt her into giving away the money she’d received, but that was besides the point. John had been able to connect with her, talk her down from putting a gun to her head. 

John purses his lips, swirling the ice in his glass for a moment before speaking again. “It’s all fine,” he repeats. 

[stcrrka]

@scciopath plotted starter!

The idea of flying off London to hunt down this Holmes guy wasn’t all that appealing to Tony when he’d much rather be at home playing with his tricks and toys. But Fury had given him a job and Tony wouldn’t turn a good friend down. He’d read the file on the way there and on landing he’d navigated his way through London until he found himself on the doorstep of 221B Baker Street.

His file was tucked underneath his arm, one hand in his pocket while the other knocked at the door and waited for an answer. Even the file didn’t give him much in the way of answers, clearly this guy either had some mysterious power or he was another lab accident gone wrong. Then again he could be neither, he could just be a clever know-it-all. That was very possible.

Whatever the case Nick Fury wanted to get his claws in him. He was looking for more agents, more eyes on the ground and he had a particular interest in Sherlock Holmes. 

When no answer came immediately he knocked again. “Anybody in?”

[gcvern-archive]

@scciopath​ ;;  B R O T H E R

               there was  a l w a y s  a level of concern when it came to his younger brother , sherlock had caused him many worries over the years   &&   the current predicament that they were in was no different, that much was for sure .   he had been witness to the  t o r t u r e  ,  finding it painful enough himself to have to watch his brother go through it , let alone having to deal with what ever was to come after when his brother was  s a f e , back in london where he should be . having him in the city at least made him easier to keep an eye on , especially since usually his requests for others to keep a watch on him were declined to easily .                     getting sherlock out had not been  h a r d  for mycroft , but as his eyes cautiously watched his brother from the seats in his arranged car he had the same  w o r r y  that he usually had .   was this going to be the one that damaged him too much , was this the one that would tipple his brother beyond the point of being able to be  f i x e d .   it made him swallow , tempted to move his eyes away to look out of the window onto the gloomy soaked streets   &&   yet he didn’t dare for single moment. so far mycroft had remained quiet , he wanted to get his brother  h o m e ,  or at least to his own home before he would dare open his mouth as ask the stupidly normal question of-------------------                         ‘ how are you  f e e l i n g ? ‘

[twelvetm]

░▒▓  ╮ @scciopath​ hit ❤

‘  WHY  A  SMILEY  FACE  ?  ’  the  doctor  asked  ,  staring  up  at  the  ceiling  of  the  flat  of  221B  baker  street  .  above  him  was  the  outline  of  a  smiley  face  imprinted  in  gunholes  that  must  have  been  shot  at  from  this  angle  .  the  doctor  lifted  his  forefinger  &&  middle  finger  of  his  right  hand  &&  imitated  the  movements  of  a  gun  .  immediately  he  felt  UNCOMFORTABLE  &&  shifted  himself  further  down  the  couch  ,  legs  stretching  out  &&  fingers  knotting  together  to  lie  on  his  chest  .  

‘  i  MEAN  ...  of  all  the  things  you  could  shoot  into  your  ceiling  -  a  smiley  face  is  a  little  ominous  .  ’  he  tilted  his  head  .  ‘  or  is  it  a  servarion  character  for  CAKE  ?  ’  he  frowned  slightly  then  ignored  the  thought  .  raising  his  eyebrow  ,  he  looked  over  at  the  detective  who  was  pulling  off  his  coat  &&  scarf  .  a  click  of  his  tongue  &&  the  doctor  sat  up  on  the  sofa  tapping  his  knee  .  &&  then  his  foot  .  ‘  HONESTLY  -  why  a  smiley  face  ?  ’

[benevolentgodloki]

@scciopath​ continued from here

It’s quite a change from the moment they met to now. Their first meeting had been less than friendly and yet here they are, Loki mentioning how he wants to do things to him. Things that are no doubt of the sexual nature and Sherlock has to admit, he’s curious, what is it that Loki would do with him if he had the chance? “Oh? do tell me more.”

“Telling you might ruin the suspense.” Pleasantly surprised by Sherlock’s interest, Loki cannot help himself. “But I suppose I could idle around suggestion. I could overwhelm you with the impossible, leave you with no reason to ever be bored again. And when you can take no more, I can simply bring you back down away from the noise, save you from the inconvenience of thought.

“Or perhaps something else. I could inflict upon you pleasure so distracting it would silence the chatter of your mind and bring you a peace you’ve never known, that would make you crave its comfort. It’s so terribly hard being so damnably clever. Little wonder you would seek the solace of a substance. I could offer you a new addiction. I can’t promise you it’s better for your health, but I heartily suggest you consider giving yourself up to me.”