ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋʙᴏɴᴇs [ᴘ]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black;] [i]me, mrs. hudson and lestrade were sitting in a room, a very quite room, but with the whimper of mrs. hudson every once and a while filled the air. lestrade hadn't made a single noise during this whole thing, and it didn't surprise me, but it should i suppose. i was blind folded and my mouth was filled with fabric, along with my arms and legs being tied up to the chair i was sitting in. i would think the others were at all, but i dont know how bad their heads our pounding, cause my head is pounding so bad you have no idea. it felt like i got hit in the back of the head with a brick or something, it just hurt so bad.

i let my head hang, gritting my teeth together between the soaked fabric. i shook my head a few times to keep myself from passing out, being as i probably have a concussion, i shouldn't pass out or something. anyway, i moved the fabric around in my mouth and soon spitted it out on the floor. i coughed a few times, as my mouth was super dry from the fabric. i turned my head to were mrs. hudson is sitting "mrs. hudson, its alright..don't freak out.." i said to her softly. i could tell she was freaking out just by how tense the room felt. she grunted and spitted out the fabric as well "I'm trying..but its really hard..ive never been held as a hostage before.." she said to me with a small whimper and i sighed " i know mrs. hudson, and i promise i wont let anyone hurt you" i said to her. i wouldn't have known this, but she gave a weak smile at my words "i trust you mr. watson" she said to me kindly.

out of no where i heard a door wing open, and it made me flinch and take a gulp. i couldn't see where they were all i could do was hear them. i could hear their heavy breathing and grunting and their occasional words between each other. soon enough i felt a presence in front of me and i made myself bite down on my bottom lip softly. the man snickered and took his hand to place it under my chin, which made me flinch. the man lifted my head a little more and smirked, only to let my chin go and ruffle my dirty blonde hair. i growled at who ever it was, which that soon lead to a slap to the face. with how hard he hit me, you could hear it in another room, and the sound my mrs. hudson yelp "mr. watson! are you alright?!" she asked me in a panic and i just grunted "im okay.." i said to her softly.

to be honest i was pretty surprised that they didn't put the mouth pieces back in our mouths but you know, who knows why they didn't. i simply grunted, the shooting pain in my right was becoming very uncomfortable and i wanted to just stretch that part of my face. the right sort of my face was becoming bright red and a large hand print was forming where the man hit me; just a giant bruise and it was starting to pop up from above the skin (like blister in a a way). we waited around for another hour or two, we were being teased and verbally abused and a few times each of use were physically attacked. some of the times weren't bad, but other times were so bad you felt like dying. i told mrs. hudson that i wouldn't let anything happen to her and i didn't keep that promise and i feel terrible about it. after a while, we all just were silent. we had no strength left to even breath, who ever these people were seemed to get a real kick out of us whimpering like puppies and being limp as a noodle. my life went past my eyes, and i felt like dying right there and then. but the thought of Sherlock went through my mind for a second and i gritted my teeth together. where was he? was he even trying to find us? normally it doesn't take very long, but I won't over think it. im just trying to blame someone and there is no reason for me to blame Sherlock.

after a while, i heard a cellphone ring from of the guys. i heard the conversation, well from the guy that was here, he didn't sound very happy. he made a groan sound and turned his phone off "it's your guys lucky day..." he said to us with a bitter voice. i smirked a little to myself, and just grunted to myself. they didn't say anything, they just got their stuff and left. mrs. hudson gasped and soon after she started crying. they didn't undo out arms or legs so we were stuck for a moment. i wiggled around and got one of my hands free and untied my other hand. i took my blind fold off and untied my feet. once i was free i walked over to mrs. hudson and kneeled in front of her "im gonna get you out of here.." i said to her softly and she nodded.

"that is as much as i would like to talk about today.." i said softly to the woman sitting next to me. i was laying down on a large piece of furniture, while she was sitting a matching chair with a clipboard in her hand. she nodded to me "that's alright John, we made great progress today! we got farther in your story then we did last week" she said to me with a kind voice. i gave her a weak smile at her mind expression, though the smile left my features as i sat up. i took my hand and ran it through my slightly dirty blond hair, placing it back down so i could push myself up from were i was sitting. "so..ill see you next week? or.." i asked her softly and she grunted "two weeks actually, I'm going on vacation" she said to me and i just nodded at her "alright.. I'll you in two weeks" i said to her softly as i walked out of her office "goodbye John!" she called out to me as I left the building. today was better then then a few weeks ago i suppose, i never talked about what happened from a while until now. ive been keeping it in for such a long time, but when i stated talking about it it took a big load off my shoulders. but I'm not ready to talk about what happened next..it hurts so much that it hurts me to even talk about it; or even think about it. ever sense that day, i have never been the same. I feel hopeless and depressed, i feel like if i got there sooner i could have stopped him from doing it. but i wasn't there, I wasn't there in time.. and it hurts me that he is goon. you wonder who, well it was Sherlock; Sherlock is gone. he did a selfish thing and now he's gone.

though before he left, he called me..and that's something i will always cherish. but it makes me miss him even more, and i hate that he told me that.. i wish he just didn't tell me so i wouldn't be feeling the way i do. even though he left, i still think of the last conversation we had together.
sherlock: John are you alright?
john: besides being kidnapped and beaten up, I'm fine; so with everyone else. where are you?!
sherlock: you were beaten up..?
john: yes but we aren't dead, we are fine. Mrs. Hudson is okay as well, I called 911 and they are with her. but again, were are you?
sherlock: that's not important right now.
john: why wouldn't it be important?
sherlock: I have something better to tell you john, it's more important then were I am
john: what is it then?
sherlock: I love you
john: what do you mean by that...? like friends cause i love you too in that way...
sherlock: i mean i love you as in a love that i can't explain
john: Sherlock..
sherlock: I've always loved you, I just never got the nerve to tell you. when we first met, I knew i would get along with you (in my own way) and after a while, friendship turned into something more. it turned into something love, that was the only explanation. (besides me looking up during illness) the love started to grow more and more ever passing day, it got to the point were i couldn't stop thinking about you. can't you see John!? i love you
john: sherlock... this is all so sudden..
sherlock: you don't love me back
john: no! i do love you back!
sherlock: ...really?
john: *sigh* yes i do. i always have, from the day i met you i started to grow feelings for you.
sherlock: that makes me happy to hear that
john: really?
sherlock: of course it does
john: Sherlock?
sherlock: yeah?
john: i love you..
sherlock: i love you too

the smallest of smiles came onto my face, but it didn't hold for very long as i walked down the streets of london. my unique colored eyes opened once again to see were i was going. that thought always made me happy, or a little less sad i guess. sherlock may have been a pain in the a.ss, but he did make me very happy; some how i dont know. at a moment in time, i was angry at Sherlock. i was so mad that he did such a selfish thing, I hated him for leaving me and everyone else. how could he just do that? but, that short time of me being angry at him soon left and a new emotion came over me; depression. i just.. i just missed him. i still miss him, i cry something cause the pain just hurts so much. i need to get over my grieving and move on, but how do you move on from someone who died and was someone you loved?

anyway, i just made me way down the street, through the cross walk. today was a average day in London i suppose. the sky was filled with large, white clouds but the sun was able to make its way through. it was a nice day here, unlike the past four days where there was nothing but grey clouds and rain. as i made it to the other side of the street, i let out a soft grunt. I just wanted to go home and relax for a little bit, that's all. i continued down the sidewalk, only to turn to go up to my flat. i reached into my coat pocket to get my keys to my flat. once i found them i pulled them out and brought them to the lock and turned the keys. I brought my hand to the door knob and turned, but only to find that it is locked. bloody hell? i thought to myself as i turned the keys again and opened my door. did i leave the front door unlocked? oh well. i walked inside and closed the door behind me, and leaned again it. closing my eyes for a moment, only to open them quickly when i heard a noises coming from my living room. i felt my heart starting to beat faster and faster as i let a soft gasp escape past my lips. i moved from the door and moved slowly towards my
living room, unknown to who was there.

but what i saw made my jaw drop a little bit, my eyes had started to water and i couldn't even speak or breath was this some sick dream? what the hell!! "s-Sherlock?" i said with a studder, my heart beating faster and faster as the time went by.

it's almost done n.n just need a paragraph or two more <333
sorry I have a ton of muse for this <33

really? its not to much? thank you n.n <333
il finish this up by today because ugh this is so perfect
tbh i can already imagine johns expression when sherlock is just you know there in his living room when all this time he thought he was dead
ugh this is like amazing no joke <33

well I have finished with what I was writing <333
finally done and ready for action!
and same to you, no rush on your post n.n
dude that would be the face he makes no joke, and he would probably start out all what the hell, and they yell at him and cry and then get better and just be happy to see him again but then angry again omg
I'm so excited for this you have no idea <33333

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black;] the sight of Sherlock made all my emotions shift about inside my head. i didn't understand, why was he here..[i]how was he here. he freaking died, he jumped off the hospital roof! if he had some plan, why didn't he just tell me?! it would have saved me from all this emotional trauma of all this. my eyes were laced with a watery coat, but i never let the water fall down my face. I gritted my teeth against each other, my right hand forming a fist as I looked at the tall bastard. this whole time he was alive, and he didn't even think about calling me or telling me he was alive? one phone call would have been okay, just something to make me feel at ease but how was i suppose to know he was alive? but..but he should have called. it made it worse that i spilled my feelings out to him when he 'died' and the feelings just got worse and worse and i just missed him more and more every passing day. and now it just hurts at this point, it really does and i wish the pain would just go away. i don't know if he understands the feeling of this, he sure as hell didn't think about my feelings in this. well... he probably did, but i just don't know.. i do feel as if he didn't think about my feelings in this but oh well.. can't do anything about it at this point i suppose.

i didn't touch anything in the flat, i just left all the things in there respected places. at first I couldn't get rid of his things, not yet. but now i just sorta left them there for no reason. i sat in his chair very once and while, and sometimes i would lay in his bed but i just left the stuff there cause i didn't wanna just throw them away. though i did get rid of whatever mess Sherlock left in the fridge the last time he was there. he always had some weird experiment happening in the kitchen and it sickened me every time he would bring something home like that, but i got used to it at a point. he would bring brains, or hearts or livers and just open them up and do weird things with them. i didn't really care as long as he cleaned up after himself and didn't learn anything out. it wasn't nice to see a brain in a jar in front of the milk or jam and I hated to look at it, but it was something i was willing to live with. i did make side comments about his science projects in the fridge and freezer, it always scared me to find something new but as time went on i sorta got 'used' to them being in there. anyway, everything was were it should be; maybe moving things around that could be put in a box or two but other then that; nothing really changed. the semi large apartment was pretty lonely to live in, but I managed. at some point i was thinking about getting a dog, but i decided against that idea. i mean it wouldn't have been a bad one but I figured sense I was feeling so down i wouldn't be able to really take care of it very well so that is why i didn't get a animal. mrs. Hudson would come about the flat every so often to check up on me and see if i was alright, every time she came over she brought a large amount of food with her and every time i tell her to not to, but she always does anyway. she is a sweet woman, though she is a rather stubborn one at the same time. very.

even though when Sherlock died, people still talked about him often. saying how good of a detective he was and all that, and it got annoying to hear that for some reason. everyone twisted the truth about what they heard and told different things. some people said horrible things about him and others didn't, some people didn't even pay any kind to him and that was simply fine. but having people asking you random question about him had gotten very annoying from the very start. as the weeks turned into months, people had started to stop talking about the thin, tall gentleman. his memory still in people's minds but in the back, no one really spoke about him as much. it had gotten quiet in the small town in London, the streets were at its normal pace once again. after all that happened, everything had started to get back on track; with a lack of better words.

just to get off of subject, when Sherlock was living in the flat he didn't eat as much as a normal person would. he would always tell me "I'm simply not hungry" or "why should i?" he acted like a child and he never would eat, and it would always bother me. most the time i forced him to eat something in the morning and a little in the afternoon and night; just something to keep his body to actually function. he would always give me crap about how i baby him and act like a mom, but how can i not? he always gets himself in trouble and it's never anything good. he doesn't listen, he acts like such a little child and he just..he was just Sherlock. even though he is a very smart man, he sure doesn't act like it sometimes. Sherlock would times rub my nose in his smartness, and it always ticked me off but i lived with it; sometimes rubbing his nose in my genius.

upon seeing Sherlock standing in my living room, i bite down on my bottom lip. my eyes not breaking his own, a soft growl escaping my throat "what..I just...what" i say in a tone, my eyes round and a knot starting to form in my stomach as i continued to look at him. "how are you alive! you jump off the freaking roof of the hospital! you've been gone for months, i saw them up you in the ground" i say to him, my tone a little harsher then it was before but i soon bite down on my tongue. i must be going crazy right? that is the only explanation for all this. yes just good old John becoming crazy! i let out a soft sigh, but my gaze still on his face, and once i saw him inch closer to me i sorta took a step back but froze. i opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. it was like my throat dried up and i was unable to speak. i close my mouth, gritting my teeth together for a moment, then i opened my mouth again to speak "why didn't you just call me?! if you were alive i would have liked to know! one little call and that would have been it but no.." i huffed, moving to sit down on the couch that was in the living room. i sat down and put my head in my hands, as my elbows leaned against my knees. all this time he was alive, all this fu.cking time he was alive?! oh it made me boil over like a tea kettle. i rubbed my face a little before looking back up at him, a sour expression on my face "would you like to tell me why you did all this?" i said to him as i gritted my teeth, my gaze locked on his face for a moment before looking away.

"and you better give me a good answer to all this.." i added, my words laced with anger and hurt mixed together. everything just hurt at this point. but i need to get over it, i need to be angry with him.

though in all honesty, even though i can't admit it right now, i was so happy to see him standing in my living room. seeing his face one again; i know every inch of that face. I've spent a lot of time with that idiot, and a lot of time just sorta looking at him when he was doing stupid things or just things in general. i got to see those brown curls he had on the top of his head, those beautiful eyes he had. i was so happy to see him again, that everything wasn't real and that he truly wasn't dead. i was happy that the fall he took didn't end his life, that he somehow managed to not die when he feel from the hospital roof; which now amazes me. though at the moment i wasn't feeling these things, i was hating him. I wasn't feeling happiness, the anger i had inside me has now come out like a fire, it won't go out.. like i said before, i really wanted to punch him. truly i did, but it wouldn't have helped the situation at all. i let my head hang for a moment, as i brought my right hand and ran it through my slightly dirty blonde hair for a seconded as i tried to calm my racing heart. my chest felt like it was going to explode, my chest sounded like a racing horse was running inside me, my heart felt like it was going to go out. this is all to much for me, but i need answers and i will get them. i have a right to know why he did all this right?

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I have a party in going too
I love your post omg <333
it was amazing n.n
yeah Sherlock would most likely do that lol and John would be like "really? you are so...oh I could hit you!" and just be angry at him for a little bit and not talk to him for a moment but then stat talking to him like "why did you fake your death" and so on.
idk he may just let Sherlock stay over sense he could have no were to really "stay" as I have no idea where he has been staying for the past few nights and John would sorta be worried where he was staying so yee
I'm just so happy for this thread I haven't role played this plot for so long like omg
I love you <333333

I'm sorry it's taking so long </3
I'll finish it up tomorrow n.n

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sorry my post is sorta all over the place /.\

no no your post was wonderful <333
I'll post something soon n.n
god Sherlock gets done to the point and now john is just like "f.uck welp my angry is gone cause you just said those things.." but still be angry a little bit

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black;] I always understood his lack of feeling emotion, that he didn't really care for such things. it wasn't anything new to me, and i just worked my way around it. he could be rather thoughtless of others when i first met him, not thinking of the emotions of others when he spoke to them and that had gotten me all mad. i would apologize to the people he offend, surprised that not as many people hate him. but i knew he was starting to understand feelings, emotions as time went on. he would think before he said things more then he used to, but i knew he was just getting used to it and it was hard for him; I understand that. when he told me his [i]feelings towards me, it did surprise me a lot. it was all so new to me, and i had always thought it was a one sided attraction. that he didn't exactly feel the same way i felt towards him, and i was willing to accept that. when he told me his feelings, it had made the weird knot it my stomach go away for a moment, but then it retied at the same time. when i first met sherlock, i could tell just by his face that he would be a interesting character to work with, and my hunch was not wrong. he was always a pain in the a.ss and people wondered why i stayed with him, why i stayed with such a person for so long.

wanting to hit sherlock did pass through my mind for a moment, but i didn't go through with it. what was the point? to let out the anger and guilt i had within me? to let it all out on him? it wouldn't change anything. sure it would make me feel a little better but the feelings would have come back again anyway. when i saw him inch closer to me, i wasn't sure what to do. i wasn't ready to be close to him just yet, so that was why i moved to the my chair and sat down.

at sherlocks words, i arched my eyebrow at him slightly. his words laced my ears a few times and wrapped around my brain a few million times, but soon enough i understood what he meant. "you never took that fall.." i simply said to myself, a soft grunt escapade my lips as I thought to myself for a second. soon my bright eyes let off a gentle wave, my face expression more gentle then it was before. then he asked me if i remember what happened when he hit the ground, the cyclist that struck me out of no where. i thought for a moment, thinking if i remember anything after that but i didn't. "i don't remember much after that cyclist hit me no" i told him softly, leaning against the black sofa that leaned against the wall of the flat. my eyes looked down at the small grin that was plastered on his face, and I couldn't help but give a tiny, hidden smirk. not like anyone could notice the smirk i had, and i had no idea why i pulled one on my face. it just felt normal to pull one on my face at the moment, but i took it off my face. my face still gentle and calm, though my stomach was another story. it was tied in many knots and i feel like it will never untie.

what's a magicians best friend? he told me, making me think for a second but i figured he would tell me in a nothing less then a second but i got the answer right off the bat "a drunk audience" i say gently, my eyes looking down for a movement but looking right back up at Sherlock at what he said next. i was right, i knew it. anyway, at his words, at the way he was looking at me and that twisted smile on his face. sure enough these mind games did seem to work, i began to put things together one by one. he didn't truly fall to his death, the fact that he made it seem like he died amazes me. that he got everyone to believe he died, he was one interesting and twisted man he was. he must have jumped into the dumpster that was near the hospital and landed in it safely. he would still have hurt sometimes a great deal, probably pretty sore and bruised from the impact but nothing someone couldn't walk away from. that was a idea i had in my head, but he must have done something different then what i think he did and he would probably make a big old deal about it too. whatever, it the best i can think of at the moment i suppose.

i gently chewed on my tongue, thinking as if what i said was wrong. that was a selfish thing to say i should have thought twice before saying it. my emotions got the best of me and i just said it. i closed my eyes for a moment, listening to what he was telling me. when he stopped speaking i opened my eyes once again, looking at Sherlock "i understand, i should have thought of reasons why you didn't when i saw you before saying what i did" i murmured to him, looking at my feet for a second before looking back up. "i understand not wanting to put our lives on the line again, and it never came to my mind.." i said to him softly "i just let my emotions get the best of me i suppose" i said with a shrug my shoulders. my words laced with a gentle and slightly kind tone, no hint of anger or sarcastic in their depths. i lightly chewed on my bottom lip softly, my eyes locked on sherlock but letting them look at other things in the room.

my heart sorta quivered when sherlock opened his eyes. to see in their depths of slight sadness. i didn't speak or say anything as sherlock spoke, waiting for him to stop for a moment. "i.." i sighed softly, not exactly sure what to say to him, i did understand why he didn't go to anyone else and tell people that he was alive, i did now. it was for everyone to be safe and not be kidnapped again and not risk other people's lives. "i know why you haven't gone to others, i truly do.." i said to him, my right foot rubbing against my left ankle gently. i felt like a kid who got caught sticking their hand in the cookie jar, and it was a weird feeling i didn't like. when sherlock asked me what i would have done, i just chewed on my tongue. of course i would have done the same, there was no reason for me to answer it. my eyes sorta gave off my answer anyway, i would have jumped off that roof to keep you and everyone alive and safe.. is that my eyes gave off. if sherlock couldn't tell then i would have been surprised. i watched as he licked his bottom lip, the sign of discomfort shinning off of him. at the last thing he said, i simply nodded. it was a good answer, it was a damn good one to be completely honest.

i let my head lean against the sofa softly, my eyes closed "may i ask where have you been staying all this time?" i asked him quietly again "quite a bit of people know who you are.. i would think it was hard to find a place to stay for all this time..i mean i would think it would be" i said with a quiet grunt. it made me wonder where he was, i would be surprised if he stayed at a hotel or some place sense his 'death' was all over the news and newspapers. where did he stay? did he stay on the streets for a time, or did he do some master plan to rent a hotel room not in his name and wear some costume to hide his identity? knowing sherlock he probably did something along those lines. if he wanted he could..stay, i mean if he wanted too that is. i could care less if he stayed or went back to where he was staying; but if it was a place that was terrible then he would be staying here. like i said before, i didn't move anything or put a lot of things away. his room was still in tack, and people wondered why i didn't throw things away or just put them in boxes.

mrs. hudson was pretty concerned about me at a point, when i didn't leave the flat for a few days. it was a terrible time for me, i couldn't get out of bed for the longest time. that was how her brining food over started, and i was very thankful that she would come by and keep me company. but now I'm all better, but she still brings over food even though I can go out and get food myself. i was actually planning on having her stay over for dinner tonight but I'm not quite sure now to be completely honest with you. soon enough, i remembered that she was coming over today and i chewed on the inside my cheek. when i opened my mouth to say something to sherlock, someone knocked on the front door of the flat and i sighed as i lifted my head from the chair "John? are you in there? it's me! mrs. hudson!" she said with a cheerful voice.

///i would like it cause you made it my darling n.n
surprisingly i have finished it cx i guess I'm just so excited for this thread and have so much muse hehe cx
yess it's just like "John where did you put my violin" the next day and John is just like "okay.." xD and yeah you can't xD i wouldn't blame him one bit cx
i really like how you are role playing Sherlock n.n it's amazing <33
also btw what is your limitations on mature themes? I have none and i was just asking if we every get to a point were you get uncomfortable we can just time skip or not do that sort of thing n.n I forgot to ask when we were plotting and stuff lol cx
I also I thought it would be interesting if mrs. Hudson stopped by xD
and also sorry for making this smaller then it should be, i wasn't sure what else to say xD

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black;] When I got back from Afghanistan after serving with the Royal Army Medical Corps and honorably discharged as a Captain, I didn't expect to be working with who I was and doing things that I was doing. I used to read medicine at King's College, it was something I sorta enjoyed doing at a time and I do not miss it one bit. I couldn't go back to reading books to people that would always be half a sleep and not pay attention, to grade book reports and tests on hours on end. It was rather boring, and what I do now is much more exciting. So if you were to ask me if I wanted to go back; which they had asked me to come back; I wouldn't go back. Anyway, from the beginning I wouldn't say I was the 'healthiest' person. In other words I wasn't mentally healthy, I had things like a psychosomatic limp in my right leg and a intermittent tremor" in my left hand along with PTSD from the war and trust issues (which I still deal with to this day). But my limo and hand had gotten much better as time went on when I was with Sherlock, my limp went away for good along with my intermittent hand. They haven't come back for the longest time, besides my trust issues and PTSD that I still have to deal with. But at the time Sherlock's brother, Mycroft would say that besides being "haunted by war" I actually missed the thrills of battle. I do actually remember after the first case me and Sherlock had together he asked if I wanted to continue to be his partner and I had simply said "Oh god yes". I guess you can say I did missed the thrills of battle, that I actually liked seeing the things I did and doing the things I did.

"Craving danger" is a way to put the way I felt when I first started. The fact that I wanted to continue doing the work I did gave me chills down my spine and made my heart race with excitement. The things I would see would be things other people wouldn't really want to see, the bloody bodies of victims and everything else that was in the package when working with the man. As time went on with us working together, Sherlock explained why I had put my trust in him, a sociopath who solved dangerous cases as a alternative to get high, and at that point in time when I had fallen in 'love' with a woman named Mary. A woman I soon learned used to be a secret agent and assassin. Yes I had loved a woman before realizing my true sexuality, she was pretty great to put it in simply words. She was amazing and had taken my heart at a time, we started dating for a while. We were together for four years before she ended the relationship, saying that it would be much "safer" for me if I wasn't with her anymore. She had told me that she used to be a secret agent and assassin and that she wasn't sure if people were still after her. It hurt that she didn't say it before we actually he started dating, that she didn't want to date and so I didn't get my hopes up and get my feelings hurt..but whatever it happened and it's in the past. It wasn't something I can change or something I want to change, when I dated Mary I did feel a weird feeling that this wasn't right. I stopped dating to get a grasp on my sexuality, and after a while I accepted that I was homosexual. It wasn't something I could change, and I just accepted the fact that I was and always will be homosexual. I guess dating Mary wasn't a complete bad thing, in its own way it was a good thing that the broke up happened.

The way he acted and the way he thought, of course I wouldn't always admit it; he had been rubbing off on me. The way he thought had rubbed off into my brain and I had started to think like he does, in some ways, not all the time of course. I could never fully think the way he did, he was unique in his own way and his brain was beyond compare. At random times I would tease him and call him 'Mr. Einstein Jr.' and he would always make this pouty face whenever I called him that and get all worked up about me calling him that. But I do find it rather funny at how worked up he would get and how cute that little pouty face he would make. I would never admit that he was cute, [i]never. But I knew that I was always rubbing off on Sherlock, the way he actually had some sort of feelings for the way others felt. Even if it's not very much, he still had some. Molly and Mrs. Hudson did very much see that, and even though they knew it wouldn't be very much, they still appreciated it. Molly didn't really appreciate that he would take advantage of her position and crush she had/has on Sherlock. She has forgiven him in that aspect, when I apologies for him when I realized what he was doing. I looked at Sherlock as he spoke, and simply nodding at the slight question he had asked me as he was explaining to me. So I suppose what I had thought was true as nothing else would add up. He jumped from the roof and simply landed in the dumpster that was near the hospital. Good thing that dumpster was where it was at, if not then Sherlock wouldn't have been where he is standing right now. There was a 50/50 chance of him being alive, but from what he said he would risk his life for those he actually cared about.

I always knew Sherlock wasn't the biggest fan of being bored. Well, truly no one likes being bored but he sure as hell was the king of hating it. He always needed to be doing something, either it be working on a case to playing his violin. He needed things to occupy himself or he would go crazy, and when he is bored he goes after me. Complaining about it, and messing with me when I'm trying to work. I make him do puzzles or try to read a book or go out and buy groceries (But I normally do most that stuff, the grocery shopping and cleaning up the flat). Though at times he says "but that's even more boring" and it would get frustrating, I couldn't help him with his boredom all the time. I tell him he should get into hobbies or something to keep his mind at ease, something that keeps him interested and not bored. I tend to see him going to the police a lot when he is in this stage, seeing if there was anything to do and solve for them that they could not. It never really lasted long, solving something he always called a "no brainier" when other people never think like he does. The police tend to get kind of angry with Sherlock some times, only cause he liked to rub their noses in his genius. Though they do appreciate everything that he does, that he can wrap his big brain around the things they over see or can't understand. I was on better terms with the police though, I wasn't really on their "bad" side unlike Sherlock was.

"Well you've been rubbing off on me..so thinking and seeing things in your perspective like you has become much easier" I said with a chuckle, a light tease within my tone of voice. I wouldn't have come up with the things that I did if I hadn't spend so much time with the big brained man. That smirk he had on his face burned in my face, which I couldn't help but smirk right back just a tiny bit. I let a small grin grow on to my face at his words. Funny Sherlock. Anyway, I just let myself relax from where I was sitting, my eyes closing as well as a soft breath escaping past my lips. I then opened them up again, taking my hand and running it through my dirty blonde hair. At the sound of his chuckle and what he said had made me chuckle as well "I would think that would be entertainment for you..I can have a idea at what you must have looked like" I said with a soft smile. Sherlock had always had a wide variety of secret identity's, all weird and creative in there own way. They all did surprise me, and sometimes they weren't even needed. And there were times when I needed to use some, and he would always give me some crazy one.

That smile on Sherlocks face just sorta pierced my heart a little for some reason. I did smile back of course, but the sound of mrs. Hudson's voice made me freak out a tad bit. I saw Sherlock's eyes widen to a large amount, and I could tell he was freaking out just a tad bit. I leaned upward from where I was sitting and pushed myself to stand up. my eyes locked on the front door and then back at Sherlock, "I didn't know she was gonna be here today" I said to him, chewing on my bottom lip lightly. "she never really calls..she just shows up" I grumbled to myself, my waves of blue locked on Sherlock's face and the wave of his arms in a form of tick or gesture. I let out a soft sigh and turned on my heels, and soon walked to the front door of the flat "I'm coming Mrs. Hudson" I called out to her softly, going to the door and opening it. When I opened the door I saw the elderly woman's face, a smile on her face of course. There was nothing but a smile on her face, very rare to see her have a frown on her face. A grin grew on to my face as I looked at her "Hello..what brings you here Mrs. Hudson?" I asked her kindly, a bit of nervousness in the pit of his stomach as I listened to Sherlock moving about to his bedroom. She gave me a small laugh "why can't I come and see you?" she said "It would have been nice if you have called, but I don't see why you couldn't have come to see me.." I said gently to her as I moved to the side so she could walk inside. As she walked inside I could see a small basket in her hands, a soft smell of baked cookies and biscuits filled the air as she stepped inside and it made myself relax just a tiny bit. I then closed the door behind her and walked with her to the kitchen as she went and placed her basket on the island. She then opened it and began to pull things out of it, and I decided to help her. I wasn't sure what Sherlock was doing or planning but I wasn't sure if he was exactly ready to tell her the truth just yet. But knowing Sherlock he might surprise me like usual.

"Now John." she said to me in a quiet voice "When I walked up to your door, I couldn't help but hear you talking to someone.." when she said those words it made my stomach tie in knots. What was I suppose to say to her, that Sherlock was alive and well? He told me that he didn't tell the others quite yet for reasons, and I wasn't completely sure if I should or not. It was Sherlock's decision, not mine, so I simply had to lie. "Oh I wasn't talking to anyone Mrs. Hudson. I was simply talking to myself." I said with a cheerful smile on my face, which made her smile right back "Alright John, if you say so" she said with a small laugh. I took a few moments to help her take out whatever she had in her small basket; which surprisingly holds a lot of goods. After that was finished, I looked at Mrs. Hudson "Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to go do something really quick" I said to her in a soft tone of voice towards her and she just nodded to me. I then quickly turned and headed off to where Sherlock was now occupying. His room was pretty far from the kitchen, so if we were to speak she wouldn't hear us. I walked straight up the stairs and went to his room, opening the door and popping my head in to see him "Got any bright ideas on this one Sherlock?" I said to him, not much sarcasm in his words then you would have thought. "If you don't want her to see you I can have her go in another room and occupy her as you leave I suppose.." I say with a soft tone of voice, standing in the room and I looked up at the tall British man.

[ooc.] sammmeeee, out of all the threads i got this is the one i have the most muse for n.n
yes i adore it as well hehe
exactly xD i am surprised he has so much patience like omg
okay xD just wondering, just to be on the safe side lol xD i have like no limitations on mature themes what so ever (well maybe if it's like a gxb or a gxg paring i like to time skip on the stuff that happens in the bedroom xD)
she will most likely do that
and not even question why he is there
just be like "oh, you aren't dead..welp that's good now come eat something" sort of deal like yeah xD
well thank you <333
i do enjoy your post as well like yess <333333
i just realized i use the word 'but' a lot xD
I found a ton of pictures of johnlock and I just giggled like a school girl totally not ideas we could do when they actually do the dating thing cx

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black;] Doing the usually household chores was something I always did. From cleaning the flat up a bit, to going to get groceries. At times it does get frustrating, like when I clean up the kitchen or living room and Sherlock goes a head and does some sorta of science experiment or goes through case files and puts them EVERYWHERE and I just decide to not to touch it again until he's gone. When I don't ask Sherlock to go get things that are running low, and he just goes and picks some things up. It does make my day a bit better and it makes something less for me to do. It's the little things that he does that help the most and are the nicest, it's something he wouldn't normally do. Anyway, I remember one time when I went out to buy groceries and the self check stand wouldn't work and just be a pain in the a.ss the whole time I was using it. And then my card wouldn't work and was so loud with it "YOU'RE CARD HAS BEEN DENIED" over and over it would make me so mad. I was having a bad day in general and that didn't make it any better. But past the point, Sherlock has definitely gotten better with emotions and the feelings towards other people. When we first moved into this flat, Mrs. Hudson had always been a sweet landlady. She would always stop by to say hello and if everything was alright and bring a little something over just to be kind. I didn't realize Sherlock had been taking advantage of her at the start, and when ever I would notice it I would talk to Mrs. Hudson and change her mind on something if it didn't seem fair to her. And I would sometimes talk to Sherlock about that, but I know that he cares about her. And she does like Sherlock, even though he can be a pain in the a.ss for her she does care about him and even though he lied about his death, she would forgive him.

There is one woman that doesn't like him at all, her name is Sally Donovan and she isn't my favorite person in the world at all, I don't really talk to her either. The only reason I will is if we absolutely need to talk to her, other then that count me out. For some reason she hates him, she calls him freak constantly to his face and other horrible nicknames towards him. Most the time I say something bad towards her on special occasions but not all the time. When I'm alone and he is doing his own thing she likes to come up to me and warns me that he is a psychopath who will one day get bored catching killers and become one himself. I would tell her that he wouldn't do something like that, that he wasn't a psychopath (a sociopath maybe) and that she was just trying to scare me away from him for some reason. Whatever she says to me about Sherlock won't change my prospective on him, not one bit. She can keep telling me all the negative things she wants but again, won't change anything for me. Besides her there were others that didn't try to hide their distaste towards him, and it happens very often. And it was something he was used to, I could tell by the way he doesn't even show any emotion (even though he doesn't anyway but still) at the nasty things they do say towards him. It might not bother him but it sure as hell bother me. If they didn't have anything nice to say to him they might as well not talk to him at all, but what can I do? I do try to talk to them but they just shrug it off the next day and just continue to do it anyway. It does tick me off at times, it really does.

My blog had brought some joy into the work place of the police force for some unknown reason. I'm surprised people actually read my blogs to be completely honest with you. It's something I like to do, and people do some to like what I write I suppose. The police like to tell me about it and tease sometimes and it gets annoying but they do it light heartedly and playfully, but other times it wasn't very nice and I would always just shrug it off. Even ever we have to work with the police, they don't typically like us. And when I mean us I mean [i]Sherlock, simply how he can see things that they over see and everything else. Detective Greg Lestrade was one of the first actually police to befriend in a way, after "A Scandal in Belgravia" he said he would follow where Sherlock pointed them too. A good idea at how he solved that case and was able to prove that both of those 'suicides' were actually murders. The police are starting to like Sherlock a tad bit more, but they still don't exactly like him. So Lestrade was sorta on our side and willing to listen to what Sherlock had to say.

I was kind of hesitant taking this job, not sure what exactly I was getting myself into. But after the first case, I knew I found something that suited for me. The things we did gave me that needed adrenaline rush and it just sparked my interest. It was interesting and it wasn't anything I've done before, I personally enjoyed being Sherlocks partner unlike other people who probably couldn't keep up with him or handle his attitude and everything else that made him him. We sorta suited for each other, like ying and yang. I was everything that he wasn't and he was everything I wasn't, and we rubbed off of each other as time went on. (sorta like what you said; a chaotic harmony that was yet to be broken) When we work together, at the start it was hard of course. Thinking like him and saying things like he did was very hard, and him acting all arrogant about it didn't help at all. But it all changed as we continued to do cases with each other, seeing the way he did was much easier (I've said this far to many times my god). I did take a job somewhere along the lines when we were together, we needed the money cause we hadn't had a case for the longest time. I took a small job at the clinic where Molly worked, and I do stop by and help her with things, I am a doctor after all and I know that place can get really busy. So on my free time I go down there and work a few hours of the day, and continue to do so when I can. (Getting paid does happen and I so appreciate it)

The fact that I like Sherlock - actually love the intelligent English man would surprise people. That I could love someone who constantly complained and had those annoying quirks, but it was sorta a few reasons why I started to like him. Don't ask me how it just is. Sherlock may have doubt on my feelings towards him, but they aren't gonna change, no one could really change the way I felt towards him. The weird annoying quirks are something I can live with and most the time they aren't that annoying sense I have been with him for such a long time; I have grown to get used to them (and developing my own quirks if I wasn't being honest). The weird science experiments and the way he acted never really seemed to bother me either, unlike other people who wouldn't really last that long with his behavior like I can. There isn't much I would change about Sherlock, he was his own unique character that I have grown to love (maybe not be so bored all the time I suppose is something I would change but other then that, not much). In the back of my mind I thought that the feelings I had for this man was one sided, that he didn't have those kind of feelings in his mind and didn't see me that way. But to my surprise I was wrong and that gut wrenching feeling I had in the pit of my stomach vanished when I found out he had the same feelings towards me. It did make me feel less nervous about that, though in all honesty I didn't fully know if he even liked men.

I personally would think Mrs. Hudson wouldn't freak out to much, probably with the usually "I can't believe you are alive after all this time" sort of deal, but she probably wouldn't be to upset with Sherlock. Probably not at all if I knew anything about her, she was a sweet old lady that could be 'annoying' (rarely may I add) but no one is perfect. My eyes were locked on Sherlock as he spoke to me, making me give a light shrug to what he said. Watching the actions he made as he got himself up off the bed in the middle of room and also listening to what he was saying at the same time wasn't to hard, seeing as he is always moving in some form or another (maybe not all the time but a good portion of the time and most people get lost in his words or movements and can't stay with both of those things at the same time; but I can) but the question he asked me made me tilt my head slightly but I simply gave him a small, warm smile. Even though he had a emotionless face, I could still feel the doubt and hesitate coming off of his body. "Of course I will, every step of the way" I said with another smile, closing my eyes for a split second as I rubbed the back of my neck for no particular reason. Anyway, I opened the door of his bedroom once again and made my way out of the room, and down the stairs to head back to the kitchen. Feeling the presence of Sherlock behind me I continued to walk to the kitchen, hearing Mrs. Hudson's voice once again. "John? Are you back yet? I got everything out and opened so we can just sorta eat it. I also brought a bottle of wine with me if you don't mind" she said with a sweet chuckle and I just gave a weak grin "Yes Mrs. Hudson I'm back.." I said with a soft tone in my voice "Something bothering you John?" she asked me, and I just grunted "Well, there is someone bothering me" I said with humor and totally joking, just to get rid of unwanted stress but it probably didn't work; probably not on the behalf of Sherlock (sorry Sherlock) I coughed a little and just shrugged it off "No, but there is someone here to see you Mrs. Hudson" I said and she tilted her head to the side "who wants to see me?" she asked curiously. I gave a little glance behind me, reassurance and warmth within my eyes as I looked at Sherlock for a moment and back at Mrs. Hudson.

[ooc.] oh it's a lovely post hush your face <33 cx
but I'm sorry this one is so short I just wanted to give you something so you wouldn't have to wait n.n
i mean, it's johnlock and i haven't role played johnlock in a very long time and it's so adorable and yet so weird and smart filled and sarcastic and emotionless manners but yet filled with love that is yet untalked about and just ugh <333 i need to rewatch the sherlock tv show and yeah cx im actually doing that right now tbh xD
i would have been a raging bull on that mans a.ss
exactly but I'm way better at bxb dirty romance parts tbh xD
omg yes, it's just people are like "you need food so your body can actually function" and just omg xD
hehe aww <333
im not the only one then lol
same i was just like "we need to use these soon like yes"
and OMFG those are so adorable like no ones business <3333 totally use those as well
and i couldn't help it but go get a few more that i saved for just this thread never got to use them cause this thread would always die out before it got any good

oooh i totally forgot about that omg omg yes yes and John could get all frustrated at a point and Sherlock just like kisses his head and tells him to take a chill pill xD
yes i can too tbh •3•
they are?! i didn't know that, welp i am now beyond excited
btw sorry if this is rushed or anything like that i was having a busy day today saw the new star wars and had to wait in a car for a while because my moms car wouldn't start so we waited for my dad to come and then i went to my grandparents house and ate and laughed with my family that came up from
Cali for Christmas and so yeah and it's like 12 in the morning when im typing this stuff up christmas eve yay xD but anyway if i don't get a good post up later today it will be because im busy with family and making them watch Sherlock xD and eating and laughing and such lol
I actually have another idea xD we could try and do the part in the tv show episode 2 of season 1 I think when Sherlock is bored and decided to shot holes in the wall xD idk I just think that would be a cool idea cx
it doesn't feel like Christmas Eve at all omg also happy Christmas Eve and Christmas to you dear <33
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oh and btw I just noticed your profile name, I hope you get better darling <333