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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 17px; color: black; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -43px;]terrified of being left alone, but angry when you feel crowded ;[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: black; margin-top: -5px;] Growing up I was fine, I wasn't to bad of a child. I had friends, I made friends easily as I grew and I also had gotten in with the wrong crowds along the way. But who doesn't? My childhood was okay for the most part, I had a older sister of the name Harriet. She was a nice girl, like able, annoying in more ways then one. As we got older, she started to drift more and more into the bad crowds and stayed there. She was stuck to it like a leech is to its victim, she couldn't stop. She had started drinking at a young age and our parents didn't exactly like that, and she didn't care. The fighting always happened and there was no getting away from it so I just toned it put even ever I could. She was suppose to be the one I looked up to as we were growing up, she was the one to make the good choices and make a good impression on me. It was the other way around though, I made the good choices and I didn't do the things I shouldn't have (broken the law a bunch of times in the past but not as much as my sister). She had become a drunk when we got older, being the age of thirty six I believe. She has told me that she would get better, try to fix her problem. It hasn't happened yet, she still is drinking and lots of it now. The drinking problem got worse when her relationship with Clara, her spouse and had given me her phone (for a reason) when it all happened. It ended because of her drinking problem and I had thought that would have helped her to get some help, though that hasn't happened yet.


    Our relationship, my sister and I, it was...okay I guess? We didn't talk much at first cause she was older then I was and constantly out with her friends. When we did actually interact it was pure bliss, we didn't argue all that much but did have are fights and they were not the prettiest things to see may I add. Harriet was half the time there for me when I needed help with something or anything in that matter but the other half she was just gone. It wasn't all that great when she wasn't there for me, as I was always there for her when she needed help and it did hurt for a while. I didn't hold it in all this time either, I told her to her face once. I told her that it wasn't fair that she wasn't there for me when I was always there for her, getting her out of tough spots and lying for her and taking the blame for things. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, maybe that was stupid of me to do. She is my sister and I would have done anything for her, besides covering up murder. When we got older, we didn't talk as much yet again but we always stayed connected and made sure we keep ourselves updated with each other (I think I don't really know much about his relationship with his sister so I am just making it up as I go). The drinking I know isn't getting any better and her temper isn't all that great either, nor is thinking about what she says. She just says it, and some of the things hurt and stick to me. I don't blame her that much, it's all the alcohol she puts in her body. The fact that she keeps doing it and doesn't even try to get help ticks me off the most, when she says she's going to get help...she just doesn't and I stopped telling her to do it. That's her choice if she wants to get help or not.


    When I went to school I was just some normally kid. I wasn't picked on to much and I wasn't the popular kind of kid. I was in the middle I guess you could put it. When I was a kid I wasn't the most social person, I didn't like to talk to people; I was really shy. The few friends I actually had were really the only ones I had during my life time and I was happy with the people I was friends with. But I was picked on by people, some just wanted to do it for fun, others just flat out didn't like me so they would hurt me more then the ones that just teased me. They would take my stuff and put it in the bathroom toilets, one time they poured a milkshake over my head during lunch. That wasn't the highlight of my school days, but I never held a grudge about it now. I got my payback when I was younger and it was sweet, but why would I hold on a grudge when I was sixteen years old all this time? That would be stupid in my opinion and so I never held it. As I went through school, I was a pretty smart kid. I was smarter then anyone in my grade but went tumbling down when I hit senior year, but got back up in the middle of it. My college years were oh so not great, I had a hard time the first year, partied the seconded year. I got myself back together the other three years I had and then I headed into the service. My parents had wanted me to be a lawyer or a successful Doctor. I made part of their dream true, I was a doctor but I was a doctor for the Army. I enjoyed doing my part, I enjoyed being out there and helping. I didn't enjoy the constant death under my care, the constant being shot at, killing a few people when I was out in Afghanistan. Other then that and getting shot in my shoulder my life had been pretty "average" before I got in contact with Sherlock. The thrill of going on cases gave me a certain high and I couldn't get enough of it. "Oh god yes" is what I said on our first case when it was over. Asking me if I wanted to continue and I couldn't not say yes.


    Like I've said, I haven't fully gotten rid of Sherlocks things. I left things like they were, I didn't move them often. The only times I did was when I cleaned up a little, the dust that would constantly be around. Even though Sherlock hated it when Mrs. Hudson did it, I did it anyway cause I wasn't just gonna let it be there. Anyway, I moved things that could have been moved. His chemistry set he always had in the kitchen, Mrs. Hudson had moved it and up it in a box with his violin, skull, and a few other small things. The boxes were put in his room, his closet actually. Mrs. Hudson had talked about taking the set to a school close by, but I told her no and that it should just stay here. No point in doing that right? right. Seeing as Sherlock is back and alive, he should still have his stuff right? Yes he should. Later on I'll probably think of this as a big joke and laugh about it, but right now I don't really feel like laughing about it. Even though it happened and we talked it through, doesn't mean I won't be angry at some point or another. But I feel as I should give Sherlock a break. He's been gone for two years, he was doing things probably that were important who knows. I'm not gonna go off on him, I can be a saint (surprisingly of course and I am surprised I haven't blown my top of everything Sherlock had done but oh well. I just live with it.)


    My sexuality had always confused me, I always thought I was straight but when I hit the age of sixteen I had done some 'experimenting' every so often. I would be lying if I said I hadn't gone out with a guy. One guy before, and that was it. I just wanted to see...I don't know something. After that I only dated girls, but I realize in later years that my feelings had started to change and over time woman weren't really my thing anymore. I tired to sorta "shove" that away for some reason, but I had accepted what I was and what I wanted to date and all that. Love was simply love and there wasn't anything I could do to change that. Of course I knew Sherlock didn't have that kind of knowledge, [b]Sexuality. I understood that and all, and I really didn't care what he was or what he liked or what he would want to date (if he actually did do that). When he told me that he actually loved me it hit me with a big surprise, but it made me happy. All the people that would constantly ask if I was gay, or saying that they were surprised that I 'wasn't' gay, and that me and Sherlock weren't a thing. The constant teasing was always annoying and sometimes Sherlock would entertain that idea and play along and say side comments and everything, but I would just roll with it and I would say some things back whenever Sherlock came up with something. It didn't work all the time cause Sherlock always has to have the last say in something, he would out live God just to get the last say in something.


    The feeling of a pout filled the air, a slight unhappy feeling filled it as well. The seeming joke I had make didn't get through to Sherlock and it must have hurt him a little bit and it made myself feel upset. I looked back at him and had a kind expression on my face towards him and a tiny grin "I was only joking Sherlock" I said to him calmly "I'm sorry" I said apologetically to him, saying it sincere. My eyes soft and gentle but looking back at Mrs. Hudson who was also looking at Sherlock. She did at first had a small angry look on her face, but it was only cause she didn't have enough food. "warn me next time" she had said, so she could have prepared before she had come. She was always a sweet landlady, always had and always will be. "I guess I can go and help John get those boxes with your lab equipment again, good thing I didn't take it to a school" she said to him and I just chuckled a tiny bit. "I convinced her not to take it away and give it to the school." I said quietly.


    I knew when Mrs. Harrison first laid eyes on Sherlock, she wouldn't be mad. Surprised yes but other then that,nothing to be surprised about. She tilted her head a little bit at him, but just shrugged her small shoulders. "I'm glad you are back Sherlock.." she said to him softly, a small smile growing onto her old face. She let out a soft grunt when she glanced at the food she had brought and back to the two of us that we're standing side by side "I wish I had brought some more if I knew you where here but, I didn't and a reason why is cause I thought you were dead" she said with a small sigh and a shrug of her shoulders again "Oh well, we will make do I suppose" she said with a smile "I'm just happy you are back and well" she said kindly to him. It had made me smile a bit, letting my eyes glance up at the tall gentleman next to me. My eyes filled with kindness and calmness, letting a tiny smirk grow onto my face for a second but letting it go. Sherlock had tried to protest about the whole lot having enough food thing and Mrs. Hudson dismissing it and saying "don't be silly" and "you will eat something and you will like it" and I just found it kind of funny. She didn't get mad at Sherlock for leaving and I knew she wouldn't, maybe being mad about not having enough food to suit everyone but other then that she was happy to see the Detective again. As I moved to the kitchen and leaned against the table a little, I looked at Sherlock and gave him another small grin "Oh come on Sherlock" I said to him calmly "You should eat something, you've been gone for so long you must be hungry" I smirked a little as I reached out and grabbed a apple from the fruit bowl I had on the table. Taking a bite on bright red apple and swallowing it "Yes, yes you must be" Mrs. Hudson said "And I will not be taking no as a answer" she said with a small glare towards him, though it was all in good spirit and not in any way mean or angry. She gave a small chuckle as she moved things around and grabbed a homemade butter croissant (which were really really good) and handed it to Sherlock. I looked up at him "you should take it" I said to him, swallowing the bite of apple I had in my mouth "She spent time making those and they are very good" I say to him gently, a smirk on my face. He never eats and it's something you need to do to function. He can argue about it all he wants, he needs it.

    [ooc.] don't sweat it cx it was a lovely post <333 you will probably get this post later today or tomorrow :333 I also feel like I repeat things over and over ;-; blah I also made this a paragraph shorter and tons of OOC chat sorry ;-; cx to many ideas for this thread tbh
    oooo they could get a dog n.n like redbeard maybe? something like that idk in a way
    johnlock is plain as day in the show, it's just hidden. I remember one episode when John had a date and Sherlock said they had to go do something and he said he had a date. And Sherlock asked what that was and he said It was when two people liked each other go out and have fun and so on and Sherlock said that was what he was saying and I'm Ike wtf John u.u it's so painfully obvious and I'm just like "f.uck already please or something"
    exactly xD I would've been in jail for life for man slaughter xD
    yep xD John always gets food when they go out and Sherlock is just sitting there with nothing and John is like "you are getting something to eat whether you like it or not" sometimes xD He must eat and if he doesn't eat he would be dead and John tells him that xD "you need it"
    hehe same like omg
    yessss <333
    same with your picture like beyond cute i am having so much muse just from those pictures like yes
    i won't let this thread die out
    never cause it's just getting good like yes
    no time soon like yah

    I love his pictures like omg they are all amazing
    that last one omg that would be great that is one in a million amazing like omg we are totally gonna do that <3333
    I think I've seen that picture somewhere, I can probably go out and look for it at some point if I can find it but that does sound amazing n.n ive said that with all of those like omg xD like John is a tea pot on a stove cause of Sherlock while they are out getting stuff he's like "not gonna kill him not gonna kill him" xD and the cover up he has could make John laugh a lot cause he is used to sherlocks face and such xD
    omg that is ever more perfect, I love that idea, I love all the ideas we have here cause like it's all adorable n.n john and sherlock dancing and just being cute hehe
    yes yes hehe cause it's freaking funny and John is like "wtf why are you doing that" and just being upset cause he shot holes in the wall and ugh n.n they could do a case off the "A Scandal in Belgravia" or "the great game" I really liked that episode tbh the lack of solar system knowledge on Sherlock my god and John having explosive on him
    that shot me in the heart (no pun intended cause you know he said "can stop his heart")
    or when they go to sherlocks brothers house and he doesn't have any cloths on and they just start giggling A Scandal in Belgravia of course and the two brothers arguing about putting on clothes and it was just funny as hell xD
    there was also a scene or two in the episode of the scandal that I liked a lot. one was when they met The woman and she's all naked and all over Sherlock and such. John could get jealous and everything and when those guys come and demand the code and are like "we will shot John in three seconds" sort of thing. really anything in that show should happen cause I also really love that episode watching right now actually we can do that case (and sense it is sort of a Christmas one we can do the picture I put on this post and just yes cx and Sherlock plays a lot of violin in that episode too) and the whole having Sherlock sorta upset that she is 'dead' thing and she gets John to go see her and John is all like "you have hurt him boba nlah" thing and she's all "are you jealous?" "I have been flirting with him" and so forth and this is also when Mrs. Hudson was held hostage at a point and they had hurt her and he's all like "you gonna die now b.itches" (if you have seen that episode I would think) and this can all be a bit before they start dating or they just start dating and so forth. No we shall do this case cause I really liked that episode
    but yes they should be in relationship while that happens
    thank you n.n
    yeah i will just be super tired and everything while I'm with my friend and family and I'll probably pass out cx
    and don't worry I understand totally don't sweat it I made this post while my best friend was a sleep cx


    edit~ I have no shame in what I am about to do to you, it is simply more ideas of which we can use later on in the role play like a few of these will happen no joke



    (we can also have Sherlock have one of those cigarette cravings and he goes all crazy and freaking out and being just..crazy)


    double edit ;-;
    I look back and I am watching a episode and I realize that Jim didn't have John and Mrs. Hudson and the Lestrade hostage he just said he did to make him jump *hits head* I'm dumb but it was a better idea then them
    not being held hostage but they did have people locked on each of them and would kill them if Sherlock didn't jump *shrugs* that has jumped out of my memory I suppose lol and I realize that Sherlock had jumped right in front of him and there was no garbage dumpster and all that xD anyway, i know that now cause I re-watched the episode lol and that he tried to make him look like a fake and all that and that was the reason why Jim killed himself and such (I forgot about the episode because I forgot about what happened) and how he actually lived and everything that happened yeah forget I said that John was thinking he landed in a dumpster please lol (I FORGOT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED OMG)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 492px; color: black; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 25px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]WILLIAM SHERLOCK S. HOLMES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 473px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;]Most of the time, Sherlock retired to eat only when it was absolutely necessary and his body gave signs of general weakness caused by the absence of nutrition. Otherwise, he wasn't too fond on doing such things. It was a waste of time, similarly to sleep. With time, his body has adapted to not need food as often as it'd be expected of the normal man before hunger would get to them. At times, he could go a few days without as much as a second glance at any sort of food. In those cases, that was when he was working on some murder or anything of the sorts, which prevented him from wanting to waste precious times on something that stretched far from necessities. Never mind that he was actually picky with what he ate and not a lot sparked his general interest. A lot of the time, it could even be said that he practically lived off of tea and coffee. Just like he went to sleep in short slumbers and even then, they rarely did involve him actually going to bed. More often than not, he'd drop on the armchair or sofa and curl up there in order to rest for a limited amount of time before raising again and returning to his daily activities.


    He wasn't a man of routine. Unlike John, who he could easily see brought back the heavy set of such boring cycles with him from Afghanistan. His daily life was stable and he knew when to eat and when to go to bed so that he'd neither go hungry not tired. Sherlock didn't know whether to be proud or the opposite of the fact he managed to ridiculously quickly rid the man of such stability. He never personally belonged to routine and with cases opening up every so often that would require him leaving the house, he got used to spending all nights brainstorming over scenarios and clues, experimenting in St Bart's or in their own kitchen. John also seemed to drag himself into sleepless nights although they affected him more than they did Sherlock. As far as he was concerned, he barely minded above thirty hours without sleep and yet his partner in crime seemed tired after a mere exceeding of twenty four. To a certain point it was fascinating and once again it brought the ponder of exactly how dull and boring it must be to function like a 'normal' human being, who can barely stand pulling an all-nighter without getting exhausted. However fascinating it may be from his perspective, he avoided becoming anything of that sort himself. He didn't take boredom kindly.


    For all it's worth, there were marks and scars the apartment had to prove that for him. It ranged from tiny specks of chemicals that dyed the counters and wouldn't for the hell of it get off, or the little crack in his bedroom window from an 'incident' at approximately three in the morning if John's angered reaction was anything to go by. Just like Sherlock didn't take boredom lightly, John didn't take a bored Sherlock lightly, going as far as attempts at entertaining him with what likely would have worked on every other man, sometimes bringing smaller cases in hopes that it'd bring his spirits up and give him something to work on. Stubbornly, he refused such cases. Nothing below the level of five was worth his efforts and nothing below level seven would even get him out of the flat. Days at those stages seemed to drag and the longer he remained bored, the clearer it was that he was working on John's nerves, playing on them like on the strings of his violin. One time, it may have soothed the strong disgust towards the lack of entertainment, going as far as playing classics to the moon that filtered through the curtains of their apartment, waltzing around in the effortless way he carried himself, smooth and similar to a gymnast's, graceful and elegant though blunt all the same.


    Multiple times before he'd also barely given thought to the furniture laying about but John didn't appreciate that too much either. Because 'normal people don't stomp on coffee tables, Sherlock' and 'you could have fallen out of the window, Sherlock' or whatever other mother hen reasons John would come up with to contain the raven-haired man. None of them really worked. If he could bother, at most, he'd scoff in his direction or scowl even before returning to whatever earned him such reactions. Almost at all times, he dismissed those warnings for nothing more than just over-protectiveness that a lot of the people close to him ensued in his direction. Again, because 'explosions in the kitchen aren't a good sign' and that 'he should be more careful on roads' or whatever. He couldn't even put faces to such reactions anymore. They all sounded the same never mind that he barely listened to whoever put them out there, leaving him little space to find a reason to remember those moments. Not that he'd exactly bother. In order to achieve many of his goals, he couldn't just abide to normal society rules that many insisted he glued to more firmly than he did.


    Even now, he felt pampered again, giving a gentle frown towards Mrs. Hudson and John in equal measure. He didn't want to eat. There wasn't the gentle bubble in his stomach that signaled it was best to eat before he'd ultimately randomly passed out, neither was there dizziness or any other sign that he'd find it necessary to eat something. Despite all of that, the two of them cornered him like predators, leaving him in the uncomfortable position where he couldn't precisely declined. For the next few days, he should work to make them happy with him, satisfied that maybe something would be changed, though he didn't plan on keeping that on too long. God forbid, they may actually grow used to it and then what would he do? There wouldn't be a turning point then and he wouldn't be able to handle having to do this more often than currently. He watched John move to take one of the apples out of a fruit bowl that once was set aside for the sake of him being freely capable to set up his flasks and chemicals around without having to bother with watching not to accidentally contaminate the fruit that he was certain John sooner or later would have eaten.


    At the mention of his equipment being offered to a school, a barely audible gasp passed his lips. "[b]That is prestige equipment that the children would most definitely have ruined," he immediately protested, appearing as if it was the stupidest idea ever to put such a thing forth, personally offended that the highly adorned by him set could have been lost to such beings as school children. "It's meant to help solve criminal cases, not to be contaminated with children. They wouldn't even know how to use it!" He sighed, gesturing again with loud huff of disgruntle, retreating from arguing his sake further, reminding himself that he was ought to keep the two in high spirits at least until the end of the week. It looked like one of the longest weeks of his life. As John threw in that he was there to stop such a preposterous thing happening, he nodded lightheartedly. "At least one fairly sane mind to turn to," he grumbled, his brows furrowing again in a gentle frown. "I can't even start thinking where such an absurd would come from." He exclaimed with another shake of his head. Then again, it may have been 'the obvious thing to do' which he entirely missed because of his lack of experience. Whatever it was, it sounded berserk.


    Then the two of them started off with the eating again like he knew perfectly they would and even John didn't help him in that case. In fact, he looked entertained by what Sherlock would refer to as his eventual doom. That amusement didn't wash off his face as Mrs. Hudson's idea progressed, either, it just turned into a smirk that he didn't like anymore than the previous expression. He scrunched his nose at the two of them and opened his mouth to lamely protest again. They couldn't be sure whether or not he ate before this meeting, though even them wouldn't be stupid enough to assume that he'd eat properly out of his own will. Being handed the croissant, he glared at it, turning it in his hands with a face of general distrust and distaste that was brought to attention may hurt Mrs. Hudson's feelings on the background she created the pastry that he regarded with a look as if he considered it poisonous. He looked at John with that grin on his face and gave a soft whine of protest. "I've ate," he excused himself, glaring at the croissant again. "Plus, I'm not hungry. Really, Mrs. Hudson, I appreciate it," he lied smoothly in the low rumble of his voice, trying his best to talk his way out of it, apparently unable to as John threw in another two cents of his opinion and he couldn't really argue when he was so patient and gentle about it. With a spiteful glare, he took a small bite of the croissant and although it didn't taste bad, he merely poked at it for a while before daring to taste it again. He wouldn't admit to it's good taste however, that they could figure for themselves. If he didn't like it, he would have gotten rid of it immediately.


    [ooc.] no no you're fine <33 your posts are perfect /w/ same here but whatever cx unless you'd like to plot/chat through pm to take the ooc off the thread? ewe i don't really mind either way
    ooh that'd be so cute!! maybe it could be a stray john brings home and sherlock is against it at first but since it resembles redbeard he grows closer to it and eventually agrees to keeping it?? since he really loved redbeard c:
    it is and it's like physically painful to rewatch especially the scene at angelo's in the first episode where he gives him a candle and all and john actually asks about sherlock's sexuality and all i just die every time bc little hints and just the whole tjlc just being there and ugh
    yess! and how sherlock avoids the topic of food sometimes and he just eats every so often to keep john satisfied and stuff bc he keeps breathing down his neck about it
    i can't wait til we start with the fluff bc honestly i'll be over the roof excited like a little kid
    they're all adorable and amazing and oh god
    exactly /w/ and sherlock is just like all smug later on bc at least he doesn't have to do that anymore but john maybe could keep trying to get sherlock outside bc he also needs fresh air and he can't just sit around the flat with nothing to do so they have walks and stuff and like every week sherlock takes a new disguise and john dies of laughter each time bc he's so used to just sherlock that watching him paradde like that is all like an enormous joke <333
    i agree we have to do all of them i just can't and i especially can't wait til we do omg
    a scandal in belgravia sounds like a good place to start!! i'd have to rewatch the episode bc i'm just hunting for excuses to beforehand but i love that episode just like every single other one and it'd be amazing i can't even
    ooh yess!!! sherlock in his infamous bed sheet at the buckingham palace like omg >w< i died when that scene came on i swear it was amazing and with john going "we solve crimes, i blog about it and he forgets his pants. i wouldn't hold much hope." kills me every time or how john suggests stealing the ashtray c':
    oh god bringing irene into this would make it amazing i remember always laughing bc when sherlock cracked a piece of the case he immediately like looked at john to check it he was aware and stuff and like ignored her until it became almost impossible to omg
    they maybe could start dating right after bc irene would make them realize one of them would move on possibly and they start dating before that can happen? idk but we should definitely include it somewhere
    aw good luck with the busy-ness <33 have fun with your friends//family though!!
    i also found these too:


    ooh and there was also a comic that showed sherlock telling john in the future he plans to retire to a beekeeping hobby in the countryside and john almost thought he was planning on leaving and then asks him what about him and sherlock blushes and tells him that he was hoping he'd accompany him and john doesn't reply so sherlock is all ready to pick up the cold facade and is like "obviously you don't have to, it was just a sugge-" but john just agrees really quickly and when sherlock asks him if he'd really stay with him john promises to do so until the end of his days and it was so cute gah
    yeah we must've missed out on details and stuff but i'm gonna rewatch the episodes and hopefully we can just keep it a little closer to canon now that we now
    but either way we'd have to change a few things since we're definitely kinda going away from what happened at this point xD
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: black; margin-top: -5px;] Functioning like a regular person could have its ups and downs. Of course being partners with Sherlock, it tends to be kind of hard to keep up sometimes. It's like he never needs to sleep, he just has the energy and keeps going. Only taking a few hour naps and getting right back up to start again, and at times I can't do that. Doing all nighters are rather hard, I tend to pass out and Sherlock shaking me to get up again to go off and do something. Coffee is something that I run towards when we have to do all nighters, and sometimes I can last a whole night; but those are far and between. Unlike Sherlock I need sleep, and eat. I eat when I'm hungry or haven't eaten for a while, unlike Sherlock who can go on for a few days without eating a thing. Coffee is something he lives off of, and it's rather impressive but not always healthy. The sleepless nights I do with Sherlock when we leave and go off to do some case tend to affect me much more then Sherlock sense he is so used to not having a routine or something along those lines. Six hours is what I need everyday, maybe eight hours if I don't feel like getting out of bed but normally I function normally with six hours of sleep and I'm good for the day. Though it can be a disadvantage at times but, I work with it and I just drink a bunch of coffee while running around when I know it's gonna be one of a few all nighters we have. Along side of Sherlock having the worst thing for boredom, it was like his worse enemy or something. He doesn't take it lightly and he hates it, absolutely hates it. I know cause when I'm passed out on the sofa in the flat I tend to get woken up a few times by him telling me he's extremely bored; and those are when I get really grumpy with him.


    Trying to entertain a bored Sherlock can be hard, with him being so stubborn and being super smart that is. Brining up small cases that clients have sent us, though he never really takes them. They have to be 'interesting' or 'spark his interest' for him to actually get in a case, or even leave the flat. It could get frustrating at times dealing with his boredom, hearing him complain in the background as I do something. Either it be me reading or writing a blog or something in nature, and Sherlock saying there is nothing to do. The things I suggest for him to do are to boring or don't work on him unlike any other person. Through out the whole flat there is some examples of Sherlocks handwork of being bored, ranging from stains in the table and kitchen to the incident to his window at fu.cking 3 in the morning. It ranges from how bored he gets, which can go from 1 to 10 and it can go up in a matter of a second. It's nice when he entertains himself, from waltzing around the flat to playing on his violin. He plays a violin very well and I do enjoy listening to him play, but I don't exactly like it when he makes me dance around with him. I'm not exactly the best at dancing, though when he makes me do it every so often he gives me pointers and tries to teach me how to dance. It's cute, but annoying when he tells me "you aren't doing that right" or "that's not how I showed you" sometimes, though I tend to surprise him when I actually get it right. Like I said, dancing isn't my thing but I do it for him. If he asked me to dance with him again, would I say no? Of course not, I'll dance with him if he wants me too.


    Sure I've been called the mother hen a few times, but can you blame me? I tend to do so sense 98% of what he does it dangerous or stupid. Even though I say it's not a good idea, it never really does anything. It doesn't contain him, and I don't try to. I just don't want to bloody hurt himself, that's all. I understand going outside the lines of safety to get to your goals is something I understand, but sometimes it's not all that of a good idea. I understand that Sherlock doesn't listen to what I say when it comes to me 'mother hening' him, but at least he hears my concern. He tends to give me a face, or not a face at all when I do; and it makes me just scoff and roll my eyes but it also makes me just laugh cause of the ridiculousness that results in the matter. The times he stomps around the furniture or him messing around with the windows, just something i tend to notice and get annoyed with. Of course we have dents in the furniture from Sherlocks constant stomping on them, and sometimes it make me grumpy but I just push it aside and not worry about it. It's not important, and so I push it away and think of the more important things of my day. Anyway, just to conclude I just worry sometimes and want to think of at least a safer way of doing things. Though I just go along with whatever crazy stunt he does and talk to him about how stupid it was and how he could have died and him just shrugging it off.


    The whole 'dying' thing was something I tend to get a rush off, it was like a drug to me. I craved it much like someone craving heroin, it was terrible but I loved it. It gave me that adrenaline rush and it made me feel alive, it was something I missed when I left the military. The rush of almost dying but it wasn't something I would go back too. The cases and the thrill of it all was something I loved, dangerous people I connected to the most. Having the thrills and chases are things I loved and digging in murder cases were the ones I liked the most or of course ones that sounded the most interesting (like Sherlock). While working with the police and continuing to work with Sherlock multiply times of annoying comments and theories on Sherlock always make me angry. People don't know Sherlock like I do, under that cold, manipulate arsehole of a man is a actual human being. And I've spent a lot of time with this man and I know a few sides of him that other people don't know, and it's a actual privilege to see those sides of him that I had never seen before. Say what you will of him, it p.isses me off to no end, but if people didn't wanna actually see past the shell then sure (even though it can be rather hard to do that) be my guest. But don't try to change my mind on him, cause nothing will ever make me see different of him. Nothing, and unless I see some evidence; I still wouldn't believe it. Not at all, he was a good guy when you get to know him and we have our moments. Spending time with him wasn't always a bad thing, even though people call me a saint for living with him but I didn't mind at all. Being around him was..I don't know; fun? great? I don't know how to put it, but I can just say it's not bad like other people might think. He was my best friend and nothing would change my view I had on him, nothing.


    People tend not to dig deeper then as far as other people go, they just see what they want to see and base their facts on just that. You can't just describe him by what you know; sure people do that, but not everything people say about him is always true. He can be a manipulative areshole but he can be a little bit kind, much more then he was before and when I first met him. It was something that most people couldn't believe but it was something that happened. Press could tend to stretch the truth on things and make up lies and that was something they were known for. They are the press, newspaper, they always do stuff like that. Annoying it was yes, nothing could be done about that though. I remember when they had snapped a picture of Sherlock in the god forsaken hat he hates so much and it made him so mad that they got a picture of him in it and the way they titled it. He got on me about it cause I was the only who got him the stupid hat the first time, and it was just a joke at first before the press go in it. He went on a rant about the whole hat thing and how it was one of the ugliest things he has ever scene and how other people could wear it drove him even more crazy.


    Children would more then likely have broken his set of she had taken it to a school, but I had made sure that she didn't. It was a expensive set of tools and and it was used to help with cases, so why would we get rid of it. I took a another bite from the apple and listened to Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock conversation with about his chemistry set and when he spoke towards me I looked up from my apple and swallowed before I spoke "[b]Yeah you don't have to worry, it safe and everything is there and nothing broken" I said to him giving him a small smile and chuckled at the same time. I shrugged my shoulders at the last thing he said"Mrs. Hudson came up with the idea, she thought the children would enjoy I guess" I said to him and shrugged again. Mrs. Hudson grunted "Just thought they would like it, good thing John changed me mind...I had my mind set on that idea for a while" she said to Sherlock but sighed softly as she grabbed a cookie and took a bite out of it. He would have been pretty upset if she had actually taken it to a school, and he would probably ask if we could go and get it back. I'd probably save up and just get him another one, a present for Christmas (sense it was coming around). I knew how much he liked his set cause he constantly would use it for just weird, small experiments here and there and just so weird things with them. Leaving things in the fridge like thumbs or eyeballs weren't something people would normally find in a fridge, but here you will and I just don't bother with them. Unless they are making the whole flat stick then I'll do something about it of course.


    I watched Sherlock look at the buttery pastry with distrust and I just sorta arched my brow at how he reacted to it, like it was something he has never seen before. As he took a few bites from the pastry I just grunted "If you really don't wanna eat it.." I said in a calm tone "You don't have to eat all of it...some of it at least" I said to him as I took a final bite from the red apple and threw the apple in the trash bin. Mrs. Hudson looked at me with confusion in her eyes "But John, I would think he needs to eat something" she said to me and I just shrugged "He seems to be okay, and I'm not saying he shouldn't eat cause he should.." I said running my hand through my hair "He doesn't seem to want anything right now.. Though I at least want him to eat part of it" I said softly, chewing on my tongue lightly. Mrs. Hudson just nodded at me as she took another bite from the sugar cookie she had in her hand. Maybe he did wanna eat it he could, I was just giving him a suggestion if he really didn't wanna eat. I grabbed a small piece of candy she had brought along with the other things she had and just popped it in my mouth, quietly sucking on it for a moment before chewing it and swallowing it. Sherlock was a picky eater, I knew that but I could sorta tell he was liking it. If he didn't he would haven't taken a few more bites out of the buttery pastry.

    [ooc.] hehe well okay <33
    anyway i don't mind either way, we can do that if you want tbh i don't care cx it's nothing though we can go through pm to plot/chat xD
    yes yes it should be like it could be on the side of the road, limping and so John takes the poor pup home with him and cleans him up and puts a bandage or two on the dog and Sherlock comes home and sees that or is already home and John manages to sneak the dog inside without Sherlock knowing and finds out and is all like "why do you have a dog?" and johns all defensive like "I found it on the streets Sherlock, I wasn't gonna let it stay in the rain and have it get hurt more then it already is" and Sherlock is all like "oh god okay" and what not lol and the dog can be really dirty and when he gives the dog a bath you see it's beautiful red fur underneath all that dirt and later on Sherlock is like "oh my gerh" and when they are dating and actually sleep in the same room the dog could sleep at their feet on the bed or when Sherlock is trying to get used to the dog it like rubs against him and acts all cute and just ugh <3 c: I was also thinking about dog breeds and I was just staying with the idea of a Irish setter or a English setter tbh


    i know ughhhhhhhhhh it's just like do it just do it
    it's terrible like you need food to live you aren't some..person who doesn't need food you need it and you will die if you don't.
    i can't wait either! i just want to role play the fluff so bad like ugh it will be so adorable and sweet and funny and just amazing c:
    yes yes i totally agree with you like fantastically adorable <333 and yeah John would crack up laughing whenever he puts on a new disguise and all that and makes Sherlock go outside and get fresh air a few times and it's just yee n.n <3333
    we shall and it will happen child <33 i really wanna do that the scandal case cause ugh it's just great hehe i already rewatched all the episodes and it's just fantastic i could re watch it over and over if i wanted too i love all of them cause they are all so amazing
    that was amazing i was like "drop the sheet!!" >w< john would be like "oh my god" and just blush if we do that part in the rp and Sherlock would smirk at John and everything and make John blush even more and just ugh and that was amazing yes him being like that that was really funny lol and the ashtray that was hilarious c'x
    it will be great, brining irene would be make it all great and stuff and yeah i thought that was funny as hell lol xD and yeah they can totally start dating after if you would like I don't mind i just want them to start dating and also have jealous John and all that stuff that happened in that case. maybe they can be dating before the case and she doesn't know that they are dating and of course she is like naked and all over him for the reason of which yeah and john is just kinda jealous and upset maybe? idk i just like the idea of that for some reason lol
    thank you darling <33 i am less busy now cause my family has now left to go back home and im just now i can sit on my butt and relax waiting for my friend to come back from Seattle cause she is really the only person I hang out with outside of school xD
    my god those pictures are so cute /3\ i love them all n.n I like the Christmas sweater thing that would be adorable and funny cx but all of those are so cute we are loaded with ideas for this to never die out
    aww cute I think I've seen that before and read it and whatever. though you are right we would have to change it cause we are kinda going away from the point and yeah xD
    my grandpa and uncle are arguing over political things and everything and it's killing me like my god my grandpa is saying some stupid stuff and it's terrible he's saying some heartless sh.it and saying all this terrible solutions and everything and it's just ugh it's making my ears bleed


    I think Molly should have a hard time sense she had a huge crush on Sherlock, she could still like have those moments and when she realizes it she's all like "omg I'm so sorry I didn't realize what I was doing" and just gets awkward and says "I'm gonna leave" and leaves? idk I just thought that could be a good idea my brain has a sh.it ton of ideas for this like my god I haven't had this much muse for a thread sense one of my favorite threads that died out a long while ago

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 492px; color: black; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 25px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]WILLIAM SHERLOCK S. HOLMES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 473px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;]There was gentle certainty that since John's arrival at 221B, the flat presented a little more humane conditions. If anything, with the doctor to blabber complains at any excessive deed he may have performed, it became a little calmer, less Sherlockian in one way or another. Beforehand, multiple times he'd have to listen to Mrs. Hudson's gentle and subtle attempts at setting things straight, especially since he by far didn't believe anyone would choose to move in with him out of their own free will and little else. He also knew that the landlady also shared such an obscure view because he was him and he was a difficult human to even connect with, never mind withstand for a longer period of time. John proved both patient and crazy enough to live with him so far without a deep complaint. Every so often he'd get angry but it never was nothing that wouldn't pass within a chosen period of time. He was always quick about it too, sparing the trouble of having either sulking around for too long for the consulting detective wasn't prone to things such as apologising, avoiding it like a plague, simply because he refused to do so without a reason to and he rarely saw and took such things in stride.


    In a sense, his sulk was a little worse than John's for his way didn't involve angry stares and cursed silence to befall the flat for a long time. All the while Sherlock would plainly collapse on the couch and sprawl or curl on it, his back facing the open living room with his back and ignoring the daily activities surrounding him to the point one could believe he was dead if not for the rhythm of his breathing visible beneath the robes that he adorned must the time while inside. On a few occasions, he wore the bedsheet and if he was aware of some business that would need attending, he wore some of his usual clothes thrown together without much care, as long as they worked their part. Sometimes, when he was sulking, he'd leave the apartment though it wasn't anything to look forward to for he could disappear days at a time and therefore leave a dust of worry in his trail. Those usually took place when he was bored and the sheer will to move was stolen off of him like a piece of candy could be stolen from a child. These sulks always solved themselves and more often than not that happened under the influence of a new case taking place that he was willing to imagine would capture his interest. That was more or less as difficult as waking him from a sulk or getting past his boredom but it happened nonetheless on numerous occasions.


    In some ways, he had a similar adrenaline craving as John did, especially now that recreational drug use wasn't in the picture any longer and wasn't there to provide entertainment when he'd find it necessary. He didn't miss them altogether, not really. He was doing fine without them and was confident he could keep it up. He didn't have the same reasons as John that would cause him to reach such measures. In Sherlock's eyes the world was boring and dull. People came and went and many of them were painfully similar to the point he was certain they could take each other's place and no individual would take notice. As someone who grew bored and lost interest quickly, it was difficult to find anything interesting enough to keep him occupied and prevent the boredom and sulking from taking place. There was a comforting sense in the knowledge that actual psychopaths, murderers and creative individuals who fit such criteria were willing to make the world more interesting. Even then, many complained and he was slowly learning why, but he refused to admit the world would be better without those people. Take the only complexity in society and no point would remain to keep him stable. Maybe Sally was right. If not for the murderers and criminals, would he turn into the world of crime himself?


    Obviously drug abuse was something that could fire that career but he never worked against another human being unless in self defense or out of necessity. That not counting multiple times when he'd rub the wrong side of others with generalised sort of bragging as they saw it, while he just viewed it as openly stating fact that they were ready to overlook. That didn't mean he wasn't aware of dangers, though. Despite times before rushing into danger, he was easily aware when such things had the likely outcome of death or such. In those moments, he left John behind. Not because he wanted to, he actually enjoyed having his company during cases, but he wasn't willing to lose him.


    After all, in this line of work the possibility was heavily laid on their shoulders and he couldn't allow it to become reality if he could help it. John was enough of an adrenaline junkie to dive into danger head first without much concern or thought if time didn't allow, making him a possible victim. Although he didn't have an issue faking his death, repeatedly telling himself that it was for the comfort and sake of those he left behind, even in the days he spend under Mycroft's hand, tortured to the brisk of consciousness on a rather regular basis with scars to prove it, he still couldn't imagine a life in which John would die. Leave his life out of the blue and never come back. He was angry with him too. Accordingly, he must feel that he wasn't trusted and wasn't getting involved. Not that Sherlock would betray the truth. That may as well go with him to his grave. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him and neither could it hurt Sherlock and therefore it felt like the best solution in this case. He already lived through attitudes and frustrations aimed his way, this case wouldn't make a difference, he'd imagine. Only it would dwell too emotionally and that was a definite minus that couldn't be overlooked easily.


    It was fairly enough that he already struggled with hinting at his conscience and whatnot, there was no need for causing further mayhem. Unlike John. Who portrayed his concern through reminders and steering him in the rightful direction, he proved his caring in a subtle clue that perhaps one day wouldn't go amiss. Until then he was content with how things currently were and although he was adaptable to change, he didn't want the domestics in the household to change. It was a little intriguing how crazy normal living was for them but at the same time, it would be more showing if it fitted the social criteria. Sherlock wasn't a particular fan as far as that went under the circumstances of his distaste towards figures of authority, ranging from the police department workers straight up to the government, who insinuated all of the ridiculous behaviors and laws that civilians found it so important to abide to, becoming nothing beyond society's own puppets.


    He hated that sort of behavior. Never mind that children, who were educated to become the same boring and dull people adults were, could have possibly used his own equipment in order to acquire such goals. The idea was preposterous and he could only further scoff at it. "[b]I'd hope not," he mumbled with his brows still furrowed gently in a frown. It was such an odd idea to give out that set, it was sort of fascinating on its own. "Enjoy it," he grumbled, shaking his head lightheartedly. "Ruining things is only fun if you are capable of fully understanding for what purposes the object is being destroyed for. Without an objective, it leads to waste. An expensive one at that." He argued his sake a little further but dropped the topic with multiple other, various unspoken points that would mean to persuade his view on the topic as more correct than anything.


    Looking at the pastry and John, hee gave a shrug and took another bite. "I'd" not a particular fan of wasting, and anyway Mrs. Hudson may as well have the satisfaction. It's not quite as bad as I'd expect, even if I don't feel particularly hungry," he pointed out plainly, biting back another comment about the whole 'he needs to eat' matter that so often would be a topic of conversation between them all on free evenings. He regarded the pastry again before taking another bite out of it, upon finishing in his usual fluid, odd walk moved to the sink to rinse his hands of the crumbs and whatnot with a light scowl, eyeing the unusually clean sink with another sign of distaste before moving away. His touch was definitely lost after those two years. "Now, I hope both of you are satisfied enough, though if it was up to me, I'd much rather enjoy a simple cup of tea without all of those obscenities."


    [ooc.] that's okay then owo just making sure in case you preferred to switch <33
    that sounds adorable c: and if sherlock turns to like the dog he could like sneak him into his bedroom sometimes bc he turns to like his company and maybe they could even call him redbeard?? like john would be like "so what should we call him" and sherlock would go all like "redbeard" without a second of hesitance and john could be like "mate chill fine" (x
    awh that breed would be perfect <333
    yesss and i'm always like how long does this actually take omg those guys aren't immortal but they be playing like they are
    t is ugh i'm so beyond excited for this
    and sherlock could make them really ridiculous sometimes just bc he wants john to laugh, even if it's at him ^^ this is perfect omg
    if i had the opportunity i would probably never stop either like yeee and the scandal was an amazing episode <333
    i feel with that bedsheet scene and yea that sounds like definitely something sherlock would do lmao
    all of that is perfect tbh and i don't mind as long as we can have a little of fake oblivious sherlock and jealous/angry john bc that idea gives me life ('x
    that sounds amazing. i'm just about done with social things too but i start school again soon and i can't even
    hope you had fun with your family!!!
    i love all of those pictures ;w;
    aww baby hold on strong <333 i can totally relate to that though thanks to my dad he's like painfully unaware of equality like omg
    those pictures are perfect (: maybe john could get shot bc he can run into danger without realising it and that sounds likely
    yeah that sounds realistic enough cx poor molly >e<
    same here omg
    ooh and i was thinking maybe sherlock could be ashamed and self conscious of the scars he gets from mycroft's torture?? and john could help him get over it /w/[fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 470px; color: black; font-size: 6pt; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | PREMADE FANCY | #BOKEHFANCY[/fancypost]

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    apologies for mistakes my wretched mobile is awful (x

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: black; margin-top: -5px;] When John moved into the flat with Sherlock, John was surprised with how patient he was with Sherlock. At the time when John first moved in, he was sorta grumpy with Sherlock. He didn't exactly enjoy the sulking and everything that made Sherlock Sherlock at first for a few days, he wasn't used to that. But after about a week, he was used to it and didn't have much of a problem with Sherlock at all. He got used to everything and didn't see anything wrong with Sherlock, besides having to check Sherlock when he wasn't being very nice or needed to re think what he was saying cause other people didn't understand what he was saying. Sherlock would just raise a eyebrow at John when he said that, saying that he needed to 'dumb it down' for other people, and would just shrug and do it. After that he would just chuckle at how much he dumbed it down for people and how people didn't exactly understand him. Well you are super smart and people don't understand sometimes, and Sherlock knew that but would forget it sometimes and not say it to people in a way they would understand. John would go explain to them if that give them the normal look, the look of "what the hell?" sort of look. The time John had spent with Sherlock, the more Sherlock started to grow on him. The feelings of just friendship had started to form into something more and it made John have knots in his stomach constantly. He was sure that those feelings would go away, but he was very much wrong and those feelings just glued on to him and would not go away. It wasn't that he wanted them to go away, he just didn't want those feelings to affect anything that he had with Sherlock. He didn't want his feelings to make things awkward between the to, he didn't want that at all.


    The feelings John started to have towards Sherlock first started to show light was when they were working together for about 10 months. With how much time they spent together and everything, he just started to get those feelings bubbling in the pit of his stomach. John tired to not think of them any more then he had too, he didn't want them to affect him or the way he thought or how he worked with Sherlock when they did cases. Normally they didn't affect him
    when they were working together, but he never said that they weren't there. The feelings were just in the back of his mind and on occasion they came out whenever they were working together but he never spoke about them. At the end of the day or when a case has been solved and they have nothing to do, that was when the feelings sparked out. They filled his mind and he couldn't get them out of his head. It drive him crazy, and with him bottling them up for so long he felt like he exploded when he told his feelings to Sherlock, the wave of pressure and anxiety washed away (even though John had gotten more feelings; anger and sadness. but those feelings are also gone now too so yeah).


    Of course John's sulks weren't as bad as Sherlock's. He didn't leave for days on end when he was in one of those, but would tend to come back when something sparked his interest or was out of the cave of sulking. John tended to just be grumpy and p.issy for a few days till he felt better, normally they don't last very long. A few days is pretty bad for John cause you know when it's that long you really know he is upset and or angry. They last for a day or two, nothing longer normally. He generally didn't speak to anyone unless he had to when he was sulking. Sherlocks way tended to have him cursing a lot in the flat and a lot of angry stares, which John could feel digging in the back of his head every time cause he knows the feeling more then anyone. Sometimes he sighs loudly which can get a tad annoying but he never says anything about it when Sherlock is in that mood. He lets him do his thing sense when John tries to help in a way it doesn't work. Sometimes it does sometimes it doesn't, it's up to Sherlock if he wants it or not. When Sherlock just sorta gets up and leaves for a few days, when John was first starting to work with him and he a sulk he would get annoyed a little easier and when he just left John would freak. But now, John is used to this behavior and is used to Sherlock leaving for days at a time but he does worry sometimes; not knowing where he has been all that time. Other then that his sulks weren't as bad as people think, when he lays on the couch and just stays there sometimes John thinks he's dead (in a joking way of course) because of the way he doesn't move and doesn't say anything. People would think he's dead if they didn't see him moving as he was breathing. Not putting on cloths was something he did on some occasion, just wearing his bedsheets. Sometimes makes John have a mental nose bleed, but doesn't say anything besides "you should put something on" or something like that but Sherlock just doesn't say anything and goes with it and John doesn't say anything about it, just goes with it.


    John wasn't happy when he had found out that Sherlock took drugs, heroin (or crack? I forget) actually. He was at all, just because the world was boring and dull didn't mean that he needed to turn to drugs. When John found Sherlock at a worn down building with crack heads he wasn't what you call happy. He took him out of that place, not without Sherlock arguing with him saying that it was for a 'case' and John didn't see that way and didn't think that all of that should have been done for a case. He had taken Sherlock to Molly to get tested, of course he didn't have to, he already knew but he wanted to check and all that stuff. When they did get the test back from Molly, she wasn't happy either and had slapped him right in the face. Telling him how could he destroy something so perfect and take it for granted and do something like this to himself. John still wasn't happy and he just took him home, only to find his older brother there and telling him that it was rather stupid of him to have done that and telling him there was really no need, in his cocky attitude of his. Of course it made Sherlock p.issed and ended up hurting Mycroft a bit, making John tell him to shut up and not aggravate Sherlock when he was high, he wouldn't have been surprised if Sherlock broke his arm at that moment in time. Anyway, Sherlock hasn't done that for a rather long time. Telling John that he was able to get over it without needing any help, and to what John has seen he sorta believes him. He seems to be fine and not needing to do it again, and he would be rather happy if he didn't do it again of course. There really was no need for him to do it again, even though he thought the world was boring and dull. There is no reason for him to go and do it again anytime soon. (Even if he had his reasons on to why he wanted/needed too).


    When there was a chance of death, John was left behind. John wasn't happy cause he knew Sherlock was out in the life of death situation by himself and John wasn't there with him. He didn't want Sherlock to be by himself in those situations cause he didn't want Sherlock to die. He didn't want him out of his life, and he scared him when Sherlock was out in those situations. On occasion John would try and track down Sherlock, he doesn't take no for a answer when it was around this kind of stuff. It wasn't about the adrenaline rush of it all, it was about Sherlock and him possibly dying. He knows Sherlock knows that, he knows that there could be a possibility of him dying but John didn't want him to be by himself when he could need the back up or need someone with him at any point in time. When John finds Sherlock, he always gets yelled at. Saying that it was a stupid idea for him to come and find him and that he could die. When he yells at him John doesn't have his tail tucked between his legs and whine like a wet dog, he tells him that it was stupid for him to be alone when he knows he needs help or something along those lines. Normally John does stay back, but not when he knows it's not good for Sherlock to go alone.


    His chemistry set would have been a big hit at the school but it wouldn't have lasted very long. The set was for sure expensive and they probably wouldn't know how to use it. He would have been really upset if his set was gone, but it wasn't. John listened to Sherlock speak about his chemistry set and how it wasn't the best idea to get rid of it and such things like that, the slight frown in his brow and face pulled it all together and he just listened to him talk. There wasn't much to it, his set was all together and put up somewhere still in good condition and there wasn't anything for him to worry about. John could tell that the subject has been dropped and it should, no need to continue on about children messing with his set and it breaking and how bad of a idea it was. John knew he had other unspoken reasons of which it would be a bad idea, but dropping the topic was a good idea.


    Mrs. Hudson just gave a smile as Sherlock are the buttery pastry "Well I am happy that you ate it at least" she said softly to Sherlock and he just grinned. John looked at him for s split moment before he quietly went and grabbed a glass and put a little bit of brandy in the glass, pouring the brown alcoholic liquid in the cup. Mrs. Hudson grunted at me and it startled me slightly and he turned to look at her and he just grunted back at her "Really?" she said rolling her eyes playfully at me and John just frowned my brows [b]Oh it's just a little he said to her softly as he put the bottle away and grabbed the glass, and brought it up to his lips and took a drink from it. John gingerly placed the glass down, looking over at Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson just shrugged her shoulders at me "I'm teasing you john" she said softly and he just chuckled at her "Now Sherlock would you like something to drink then?" she asked him kindly, John just chewed on his tongue lightly as he grabbed his glass and took another drink from it. John was more then happy to get Sherlock a glass of brandy or a cup of tea or whatever, he'd be happy to anyway.


    [ooc.] okay <333
    omg that would be great and cute at the same time. John would be like "Jesus okay Sherlock we will" and it would just be cute and maybe John could like come home from
    doing whatever he is doing and sees Sherlock and the dog are just sorta chilling and just acting cute like sherlock could try to get him to do tricks and stuff yes
    yes it's so cute <333
    omg yeah xD they can't like they are immortal and all that but they aren't omg cc
    sammmeee I really want the fluff fluff
    awh yeah n.n we got ideas for days like fr fr
    I couldn't agree with you more <333
    it's a fantastic idea cause it's Sherlock in a bed sheet like omg hell yeah xD
    we can totally have that stuff in there cause that sounds amazing and it just gives me life as well and it's just ugh <3
    I have no more social events so I'm all good but yeah school is coming soon and I'm just like no ew
    yeah I did n.n I hope you had fun with everything you were doing!! <33
    I'm glad you liked them hehe n.n
    thank you <333 I just don't listen to him cause pretty much everything he said was freaking stupid and yeah I just don't listen to that cx but again I'm happy that you like hose pictures I really like them too n.n
    omg that's a good idea like he was unaware of like some dude with a gun and when he like turns around the corner someone like boom shoots him and John just feels pain and blood and like goes into shock and passes out (idk where he should be shot..like idk somewhere that's not good. I mean getting shot isn't good anyway but like not getting shot in the leg or arm somewhere that isn't good at all? if I make sense? lol xD) but like wakes up in the hospital and just groggy and all over the place and Sherlock is just there next to him and he's just so happy and maybe cries idk is just smiley and sorta starts smothering him and John is like "now you are starting to become a mother hen" and just chuckles a tiny bit and Sherlock just sorta pouts at that and John just kisses his cheek and tells him it's not s bad thing and smiles and Sherlock smiles and just ugh
    and ik poor Molly >v<
    yeee
    and omg yes a million times yes this shall happen cause um yes John could just sorta see Sherlock in his room and he's just looking at the scars he has and just makes a face at his body and John pouts and he just comes over to Sherlock and he gets flustered and goes to grab his shirt but John just keeps him from doing that and just touches a few of them and Sherlock just sorta looks away and John goes and kisses a few of them and looks at Sherlock and takes his chin in his hand and tilts his head towards him and kisses Sherlock and he says "I don't see why you like..this gross looking body" or something along those lines and John is just like "I don't see anything wrong with you..I love what I see" or something and just ugh yes
    bruh after this scene or whatever what plot should we do? I don't care which one cause they are all so wonderful n.n and how far we should time skip, like it could be when they just start dating or they are progressing into dating or whatever I don't care cx
    and sorry with this and the grammar I decided I wanted to do third person right in the middle of my post and I had to go back and fix it and yeah sorry about that and that the post is rushed and short (like a paragraph short) and stuff like that I just even though school is gonna happen soon I still will have muse for this thread like no joke

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 492px; color: black; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 25px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]WILLIAM SHERLOCK S. HOLMES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 473px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; line-height: 97%;]Living alone, surprisingly wasn't something that particularly suited Sherlock. Majority of the time, he showed preference of being left alone in truth that's precisely how he viewed things. Being alone left him a little more comfortable, for a large quantity of people in one place by far didn't suit his liking. It was excessive and frustrating, especially if the attention was focused in his direction. That would include multiple interviews and increasing popularity of their duo early before his faked death. He didn't feel at peace with a nagging amount of people before him. Neither could he focus or put his mind to order, which often resulted in rather snarky comments on crime scenes, where he found it most necessary to fully concentrate. Unfortunately, although he didn't watch the television too often, it'd appear that many reporters were restless and lively beyond all belief, traits that rubbed him completely wrong most of the time. Normally, he didn't venture deep into his own preferences in people's attitudes, for he had very little of those, but he couldn't really stand the obnoxious stance that took over people who tried all to hard to socialize and whatnot.


    Many people insisted that socializing was important in a human's life, which he doubted. The loneliness was fixed with John's presence and that was enough for Sherlock to feel at uppermost ease, not finding a need to possess an unaccountable amount of acquaintances and friends in order to live happily or whatever. With Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and Molly to add to the picture, he already felt as if he had plenty and any more may just about ruin his mentality. He never understood why John, for one, would look out for so many people at once, including strangers at that and figured it perhaps was an instinct left behind from Afghanistan where he had to take care of a large amount of people that he both knew and not precisely each day. He may be wrong with his presumption, of course. In those terms, the possibility was, he was using all of the social etiquette that was deemed important by another large portion of the population. There wasn't even one point of that secret conduct that he was aware of, to be quite frank, for he wasn't precisely raised in order to see those sort of things. His main aim was education and that put much of everything else out of his troubles.


    Taking that too much time he may have spent on learning all of those, he preferred things as they were, despite having to slowly get used to having new knowledge of such things. He still refused to look into boring and unnecessary topics that so many people insisted he needed, such as the whole deal involving the galaxies and universes or currently popular literature outside those that he may deem necessary to investigate. He also spent little time on watching television, though many people seemed to engage themselves in such unproductive behavior, including John and Mrs. Hudson, who went as far as performing the deed together and insisting it was 'for rest'. He couldn't tell how such brain numbing things helped them but he knew better than to inquire, being told that he did so rudely and always received something more of an agitated lecture than an actual response he'd be looking out for. Likely, because that wasn't a question that you'd receive on a usual basis. Most people would be aware of such things out of their own accord and wouldn't waste time pondering about such things. To his own comfort, there wasn't a TV in their own living room or anywhere in his line of sight, being replaced by a mirror over the fireplace. He'd have to guess John usually disappeared upstairs to get his dose of the news or dramatic shows which both of his current companions appeared to be so fond of.


    With merely one time when that would prove useful, he wasn't precisely planning on going ahead with doing such things himself. The only time it was in fact somewhat interesting was on one of their cases, and even then Sherlock's level of interest lay pretty low. By that point, John was aware of the abnormality that his life was though and he was used to not having the other ask or get annoyed any longer. He still managed to scare him every so often, unintentionally of course, but still did. He didn't precisely mean to, though. Neither did he plan on making him uncomfortable or whatever, which took place just about so often, lacking any regularity within it. Unlike many people's opinions, he didn't attempt to be rude or insensitive sometimes. It just came with inexperience that others wouldn't see the vastness of. He never bothered with fixing it or dwelling, so without much of a confrontation, he never knew of his mistakes until pointed out. Mainly because in his eyes it was the normality and therefore didn't pass as anything worthwhile.


    Nowadays, he was a calmer being, forced into it, sure, but he managed to survive two long years of mere boredom, aside of the painful event in Syria that he didn't plan of speaking of anytime soon. It was enough that Mycroft knew and without being asked, he wasn't going to say much. Despite that, there were still stitches which would require him not to move too violently or unnecessarily too much if he didn't want them to give in and tear. There was also uncomfortable itching coming from healing wounds and scarring flesh, creating around him a sort of discomfort that he managed to hide all too perfectly. He was more used to nobody really caring about his health, having had put his addiction behind not for health reasons but merely because it didn't appear as appealing before and like many things that he came across, caused him to lose interest quickly. That is, if not for the heavily addicting factors that came along with such things and the fact that it takes a slow process to get fully rid of such habits, much like smoking, though a bit less deadly if he was to say so himself. Under circumstances, recreational drugs may obviously kill, although only if overused, while smoking mostly killed either way and made a slow, painful job of it too. Never mind that it was legal and therefore too many people suffered from it for his liking. Almost as nasty a habit as drugs.


    While he did take drugs and such, he avoided alcohol the most perhaps. The last time wasn't too fond and he was in no rush to repeat such experiences too soon. He could only vividly recall that it ended with a possible fight and a lot of yelling, the rest was a suppressed blur. Nothing that he specifically wanted to spend time hunching over. He didn't take his alcohol lightly and was drunk pretty quickly and without much of a problem, apart from the behavior that it brought about him. Which is why, when asked about a drink, right after grinning at Mrs. Hudson at the statement, he shrugged softly and smiled again, a lighthearted, easy smile that was much different than his smirks and grins during a case and breakthroughs of all sorts. "[b]Tea would be lovely," he replied simply, not really in the mood of handling any alcoholic beverages at the current moment. He didn't speak out against John's own consumption of one, however, allowing him to take sips of the brownish liquid that he poured himself a glass of.


    Perhaps he was using it as a leverage to help him take in all of the new information. It was difficult to process, more than likely. He would have imagined it was heavy knowledge to acquire quite so early in the day, seeing that it came like an unexpected blow. Sherlock didn't fully mean it to look like that but what was done was done and he could precisely change such things according to his own mindset. Not without certain difficulty he had no interest in going through with. They'd both survive. They haven't exactly gone through worse things together yet but he was aware of much more shocking things one could learn in a lifetime, and that wasn't it. He didn't expect it to precisely hurt either. It was Sherlock after all. His odd behavior and ways of dealing with the world scared primarily most people that may show interest with spending time with him, never mind he was distant, rude and cold most of the time. There wasn't much to miss. With the uncomfortable scars that he could practically feel on his skin, he trusted that his mind wouldn't be changed soon either. Along with that, it stole his chance of more openly walking in a bedsheet apart from when he trusted himself to be alone, which was a heavy loss.


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    omg yes >w< and sherlock could be like "y'know dogs are unintelligent but i like this one he's really smart he even listens to me and stuff" and john could be like "you taught him commands like every other dog can do them wtf" but sherlock is all off with his belief that the dog is like a genius ovo
    they need to hurry upppp
    yess i can't wait
    we do and if we take our time probably for like two weeks lmao
    i agree and support you 100000% on that omg
    i'm glad <33 and thank you, i had plenty of fun ovo
    those pictures are perfection
    yess!! that's perfect. maybe he could get shot in the shoulder wound that he previously got during the war?? that would definitely get him hospitalized for a while idk but it wouldn't be lethal if the bullet doesn't go right through, i think so as long as we keep to that i suppose that'd work (:
    i love molly she's a darling but the amount of suffering she goes through is unbelievable c':
    exactly that's gonna be amazing
    i was thinking maybe first of all the store plot we had and then we could skip to christmassy-plots?? and then we can figure out something for them to do during new years, then move on to the scandal plot with the others in between and after ^^
    that's okay, i gotcha <33
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 17px; color: black; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -43px;]terrified of being left alone, but angry when you feel crowded ;[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: black; margin-top: -5px;] The press were relentless people, never took no for a answer. They always asked questions over and over, left to right and it would always annoy John to no end. Some tended to write lies in the paper, giving John and Sherlock their 'nicknames'. Along side tons of pictures, in turn they had snapped a picture of Sherlock in that God awful hat that he hates so much. The press wasn't always a problem but as the dynamic duo started to become more and more popular the more the press swarmed like a pack of flies to rotting flesh. If you rubbed the wrong side of someone in the press it wasn't soon after you find someone bad about you in the newspapers, not true things or twisting your words to make it seem like you said something bad. John never really liked the press and would like to stay away from them and not talk to them, though there are times when the two of them have to but that was the only way he would talk to them. Anyway, John was a fan of socializing, to a certain extent that is. The lad enjoyed to have conversations with other human beings, but he also enjoyed the quiet just as much. Most people don't like a over talkative person, and John was one of those people who didn't enjoy them. Though John had a thing with talking with people, before he moved in with Sherlock he lived by himself. Hey he said he liked the quiet but being by yourself can be rather boring and lonely at a time, and a conversation with someone keeps him from going crazy.


    Even though John enjoyed the presence of other people he didn't mind just having one or two people or none to be completely honest with you. If someone was to strike a conversation with him then he would most likely respond, as long as the other was snarky a.sshole. He can stand one and that one is actually showing kindness more, but another snarky a,sshole would probably throw him over the edge. So if another person was to be a b,itch to John it normally didn't end all to well. He'd end up saying snarky rude things to that person, which was sorta out his character but could happen. Other then that John happened to look out for number of people, simply cause of the way he was and from the time he spent in Afghanistan. When he was in Afghanistan you were to look out for everyone and they were to look out for you. It was just something that stuck with him and he just does it for other people. Sherlock may not understand but he did, it just felt right to him and he liked looking out for others. John sorta just shrugs at the thought of it in all honesty whenever Sherlock asks him about it. John cares about people, he cares about Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. He also cares about Sherlock, he was his best friend of course he would care about him. His health mattered to him and if he's okay and whatever, same with mrs. Hudson and Lestrade and Molly.


    Taking time to learn about the stars and the galaxies is something people always loved (some people I suppose). John was one of them, he had taken a few classes when in college about the universes and galaxies. Reason? Simply cause he enjoyed to learn about things he didn't already know and it was something that sparked a interest in him. John would sometimes talk to Sherlock about it but he never listened seeing as he doesn't take time in the 'boring' and unnecessary' topics. In his own opinion he didn't think it was boring, it was rather interesting. He would bring up the topic for short spurts of time when Sherlock had to dig in that topic for a case and John would bring his insight on it. Whenever that happened John would tell him about 'at least learn some stuff about it' though that never happens so he doesn't push on about the topic. Moving through topics John enjoys some popular literature, not all but some. He watches the TV every so often to just relax or watch the news. Sherlock doesn't nesscesarrily find that interesting and he can understand that, not everyone enjoys that sort of thing. As you could tell sense there was no tv in the flat and simply a mirror over the fireplace. That was alright with John and he would simply read a book with some coffee/tea/brandy or on his laptop writing his blog or other things.


    When Sherlock vanishes it isn't anything new to John. It was a normal thing that he did and it wasn't something out of the ordinary for him to vanishes for a few days or a week or so. If he's gone for longer then six days he starts to get worried but he tries not to over think it. John had grown used to all the abnormality that was there, even though at the beginning he was not at all. It didn't take long for him to get used to it of course, other people may take longer to get used to it but not John. Being best friends with Sherlock brings all kinds of problems and interesting situations, all different kinds. Some where more important then others, some stupid and some 'smart'. Sorta like our cases, we get all different kinds. Of course the cases have to be interesting to Sherlock for him to take it and I sorta understand that. Some of the clients cases weren't exactly...I don't know stupid? With a lack of better words, of course cases from clients aren't suppose to be stupid but my god some of the cases they had gotten were actually kind of stupid in a way and aren't exactly cases we would solve or ones that Sherlock wanted to dig around in.


    Mrs. Hudson gave a smile at him and nodded and simply grabbed a cup she had placed on the table and poured tea into the cup. she looked up sat John and he looked back at her "John I was gonna ask you later, but I figured I would forget it I told you later" she said softly to the blonde and he just nodded at her [b]what is it Mrs.hudson? he asked her kindly, he watched her pick up the cup and hand it to Sherlock "I know you are gonna be heading off to the store later, and I was wondering if you could pick up a few things for me?" she asked him and he just smiled at her Of course I will, what is it that you need? he said to her and she gave him a wide smile "Oh thank you John, I was gonna go but I have a lot of stuff on my plate today and I wouldn't have been able to go" she said to kindly to him "ill pay you back John" and John just shook his head You don't have to Mrs.Hudson he said as he took another drink from the brandy and placed the cup down. what is it that you need? he asked her softly and she just grunted "I need some flour, sugar, eggs and plastic bags if you don't mind" she said to him and he nodded at her okay, I'll probably be leaving in a little bit anyway John said with a quiet grunt. He wasn't sure if Sherlock wanted to go or not, but if Sherlock wanted he could if he didn't he didn't have to but he was gonna ask him if he wanted too, it was only fair and nice for him to do so. Sherlock if you want to come with me..I just thought I asked he said kindly to Sherlock before he took another drink from his glass.


    John had gotten a drink simply cause he wanted one, there wasn't any real reason why he needed one. It was simply cause he didn't feel like having tea at the moment. Maybe some would think it with how much information was thrown at the lad, with the whole Sherlock being alive the two two years he has been gone. But it truly wasn't the case this time, he just wanted something alcoholic to drink. For some people they might do that, drink a bit cause of how much information was through at them. John was always used to Sherlock throwing information at him and it was just a Sherlock thing for him to do. Nothing to out of the ordinary for John, other people it might be a bit to much to handle but for John it's just whatever. Of course it was a surprise to John that Sherlock was back and healthy, don't think it wasn't cause it was. But cause it was Sherlock and his he faked his death it wasn't a surprise to him that he did all of that. A normal person would have probably passed out if they say Sherlock standing in their living or punched him in the face, John had thought of one of those things but decided not. The feelings of wanting to hit him left, but he still had slight feelings of sadness still within him.


    [ooc.] oh don't worry about it that happens to me all the time and it's sucks ;-; you still made a beautiful post though darling <33
    tbh that's what happened last night at like 12 in the morning I finished this post and it logged me out and I died so I made this much shorter then it should have been I'm sorry ;-;
    child you have read my mind that would be so cute but funny at the same time like omg xD that would be funny and John would just be like "I'm not gonna argue with you" and yes n.n
    exactly ugh
    hehe
    probably longer if we continue to make plots and stuff cause like um yes lmao
    bruh I knew you would yes omg
    hehe well I'm glad you had fun
    yes yes they are like yas
    that would be great and John could be like "f.uck my shoulder just healed up" sort of having a playful way with it but is just like "I forgot how much it hurts to get shot" and is like hurting most the time but wants to leave the hospital acting like "I'm fine I can go home" but Sherlock is all like "what the hell no you got shot" and blah and it's just gonna be great hehe idk why I just like the idea of my characters getting hurt for some reason like why XD
    I do love Molly she's a sweetheart <33 and I feel bad how much she suffers like ugh c': it hurts tbh
    I agree with you like a million percent n.n
    yes we could do like the store plot now if you want? cause I can't think of anything else for them to talk about at this point lol xD which I sorta already sent you right now like a few minutes ago lol xD but yes we can totally move into the Christmassy plots cause those are glorious n.n all of that sounds fantastic
    <3333
    I will never not post to this I will always be her for this cause I really like this thread i have a few threads but I fear they may die out and this is one I really look forward to everyday and I get all happy when you post. not only cause I adore this thread I adore you my little cherry blossom <333 during school I write out what I want to say in roleplay and I type it out when I get home, so I don't not have muse or don't put it off cause yeah cx
    no school cause snow woo ;-; I actually wanted to go to school tbh
    anyway okay I sorta did it now n.n I just wanted to double check with you if it was okay with you and whatever <333

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 492px; color: black; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 25px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]WILLIAM SHERLOCK S. HOLMES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 473px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; line-height: 97%;]In one way or another, Sherlock could even be considered similar to the people who worked for the media companies. He was equally stubborn and determined to earn what he strove for, and although mildly annoying himself, in his opinion, he couldn't compete in that case with the lying harpies. With how much power they held, it could be almost fearful, considering they could easily twist lies and other such interesting material' out of sentences that were completely different in meaning or content. He never really cared for them and just like with the whole deal with the unnecessary amounts of information that was available in the world, he chose to ignore their existence unless they stood directly in his way as it did take place a few times. Those times he wasn't particularly fond of, with the gathering of large crowds and him being forced to wear that hideous excuse of a hat propped on his head like it was the latest fashion when in fact he was plentifully aware anyone who saw the thing in a store would much more likely stalk away without a second glance rather than hover and linger about it. He despised the thing.


    Out of necessity, he didn't show this vendetta when under the surveillance of cameras that would then broadcast into different shows and news with whatever interviews he was forced into taking. With the faking of his death, the problem solved itself as he no longer found it necessary to stand in front of their block with so many people focused ultimately on him and John. Solving cases without fame was much easier, there wasn't half much undesired attention as there was any other time and it felt almost peaceful, if not for the additional touches of adrenaline courses and deceased bodies that would contribute to eventually solving the case. There was definite certainty those corpses wouldn't have agreed with him if given the choice, most the time either way. The glee that he expressed when a stretch of boredom with dissipate into long forgotten dust with news of another murder or other such horrendous event that everyone fretted over but wouldn't think twice about watching on the latest news channel. In the end, all that they truly desired to know was whether the case was solved and how it ended up, with the culprit caught or not and other such ending details.


    Otherwise, unless directly involved with the victim, Sherlock couldn't understand why they bothered with all of the loudness those cases received, many more people than he'd hear possibly joining into the remorseful lines of, 'poor soul, may he find peace' and other such whispers that whisked through the town in those times. He could now to a certain limit acknowledge why a close friend or family member would wish to know and state such comments but why strangers would do so escaped his understanding thoroughly. Was there any grief to be felt for someone who one wasn't aware of the existence of until it was all over the news? He didn't believe so and stood stubbornly with that belief, no matter the attempts at convincing him otherwise. Usually, loudness over a case contributed to the oh-so-despised paparazzi and interviewers showing up near crime scenes and constantly filming or interviewing the team at work. Being as he was, easily unfocused at times by crowds and noises and other hassle, it was difficult to work with the bleeps and flashes, along with muted voices that would sound from those people. People who he - to his immense frustration - couldn't simply tell to shut up for at least a minute or two like he was known to do times before with the police force.


    By far, he wasn't a people's person, which he never bothered hiding and in some cases even unnecessarily exaggerated, just so that people would find him less approachable and therefore not attempt to form any sort of bond. The only acceptable form of such behavior he noted in his landlady, Molly, John and Lestrade, limiting himself to ultimately only those four to even consider close. Even his own family he never betrayed much interest in. He knew that John's relationship with Harriet, or Harry, was a little shaky, however he never truly questioned why. It must obviously be the problem that she had with her alcoholism, for that could stand in the way of connecting with another being, even if said being was someone of close connection. Other than that, he never explored too deeply into his family and appreciated that apart from the basics, not much was known about his own. His parents weren't really a topic he liked to visit and Mycroft beat them all, accurately introducing himself as an arch-nemesis during his first meeting with John.


    Outside of his own brother, the only other such being in his life that he could tie to was Jim Moriarty who was trusted to be dead and the way that Sherlock likely preferred him to stay. Undeniably, he brought a missed buzz into his life but the trouble that was caused in result was nothing more than a nuisance and even now, two years later, the shock of it all still hasn't worn off of him. Not for as long as he'd have to hide those ridiculous scars that grew pink and silver across his skin. Not until there was no suppressed emotional or physical trauma left hindering him after the torture that he didn't bother pointing out in the first place. On the first day of his return, Mrs. Hudson and John deserved for him not to plague their peace with such excessive information. It wasn't truly none of their own concerns, after all. There wasn't a need for them to know or understand what he went through. Only going as far as underlining that he wasn't a person who'd chatter about his own experiences with ease. They weren't a topic for calm and relaxed conversations, such as the one that they were currently leading has become.


    With a light smile, he accepted the steaming cup that he was passed over and took a sip without hesitation, despite the liquid feeling scalding against his tongue. Leaning back, he allowed Mrs. Hudson and John talk between them without participating personally. He didn't find the need to, none of that was precisely his concern and he could admittedly care a little less about whatever John was planning on doing that evening. If he desired to leave, then who Sherlock was to stop him? He could easily just waste time on setting up his chemistry set up again and ponder where he'd get fresh body parts from if not the morgue of St. Bart's, where he wouldn't be welcomed for another while. All the time, he took light sips of the beverage at hand to the point where his name was called out, earning a gentle 'hm?' to pass his lips. His brows furrowed a little and he gave in to the feeling that perhaps for once he could fulfill the long term dream of actually doing some grocery shopping for the flat, unlike finding some silly excuse again in order to at all costs avoid such things from happening.


    "[b]Certainly. You don't mind if I rummage for some sort of a change of clothing, would you? I can exactly parade about like this," at that, he pointed meaningfully to his very much Sherlockian attire which in no time flat betray his identity. "I only will take a minute." He added with a short, curt promise before moving out of the kitchen in the swift motion that he carried himself with, barely noticeably flinching as he managed to make one bad move that tugged just about the wrong way and caused a tight snap of pain come from his hip. Nevertheless, he moved on like nothing was the matter and hid his wince behind a snap of ebony locks, taking sips of his tea along the way to his bedroom. He proceeded to shut the doors, making almost extra secure they were closed with a gentle grunt before turning to face his closet and giving a low grumble. He was under no circumstances a fashionista and couldn't care much for his appearance. It was a waste of time. If he didn't want to be caught, the action would be quite naturally necessary.


    As he left, still carrying the cup firmly between bony fingers, he gave a quiet grumble. "I look ridiculous," he stated plainly while going off to leave the cup in the sink, which he once more couldn't help and note how clean it was. A beanie of a gentle navy hue was pulled to cover his hair thoroughly, the remarkable nest of locks tugged into the material in cover, a scarf different from the usual blue one twirled around his neck remarkably loosely and styled in a different not than he'd use most of the time. On top of the attire was a plain hoodie that he manged to pull out of nowhere, having nothing else but his coat to keep him warm and needing something to hide the tightly fitted shirt beneath. "Now, are we ready? We may as well catch up later tonight. It's been a great pleasure seeing you again Mrs. Hudson." He concluded, hoping to get the ordeal out of the way as quickly as possible. Especially with how awkward those clothes fitted, the hoodie enough to drown the lanky, tall male.


    [ooc.] i'm glad you liked it ;w;
    nah it's okay <33 phones and other things like that are assholes
    i'm happy we can agree (: yess and sherlock could be like "neither should you, i mean look at him. he listens. he understands john oml"
    yess and lets be honest we probably will lmao
    ofc anytime
    yess and john will be all "eh life's a bitch of well lmao it only healed, wow memories, i have a case of deja vu i think" and sherlock would be like ">:C" basically
    that's good
    drama's always good
    same here <33
    i'm excited for the christmas plots bc hell yeah and like john could have sherlock help him decorate the apartment to celebrate but sherlock would only do it if they kinda include science in it so its not as boring c:
    kinda same here ovo awh your a sweetie <333
    oml that's genius
    we didn't even get any snow :'D
    ofc its okay dont worry about it
    also im going back to school on thursday in case my activity drops (:[fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 470px; color: black; font-size: 6pt; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | PREMADE FANCY | #BOKEHFANCY[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 489px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black;][hr] John could careless about the press and press conferences. If they had to go and talk to them or have to go to a press conference then so be it, but he rather stay away from them the best he could. John didn't entirely care about the press or if they 'needed' to talk to him. He just ignores them and goes on with his day not bothering to give them any of his attention. Pictures were always being taken the bright lights and the sound of the flash annoy him to no end, making him grit his teeth together at how many times those cameras go off. Did they really need that many pictures? I suppose they did seeing as they took them as if their lift depended on it. He can't be exactly mad at them, it was just their job. But christ there is a thing called common courtesy if they didn't know what that is. With people sorta following you to take pictures or try to find some dirt on you, it can get kind of uncomfortable. Stalking was a thing for a while until it finally stopped at a moment in time, it just crawled up John's skin and gave him a itch he couldn't get rid of. The world didn't need to know what brand of cereal john buys or something along those lines. The stalking was a tad bit much and it just made John really uncomfortable, but i mean who wouldn't be right.


    John wishes he had been closer to his sister Harriet but has yet to contact her for some time. He's called her on occasion to see how things were for her but she never answered or called him back and so he just stopped calling her as he had left enough messages for her. He does miss her of course, she was like the only family he had left as their parents died from a car accident years ago (making it up I don't care tbh ). So he had no real family anymore besides his sister Harriet who he doesn't see anymore, which makes him slightly upset but he goes on with life. He knows he can call her but he's tried that and she never answers so he just stopped, if she cared she would have called him back or at least given him a message on why she can't speak to him. When John had his family he was rather close to them, they were important to him and he cared about them. Family was important to him as they were the only ones he had, his mother and father and older sister. He knew Sherlock didn't have much interest in his family, though he would think he cared about them. As he wasn't a people person, though having a acceptances for four people and that was about it, though John was a more people person. He gave off more of a friendly ray then Sherlock did and that made people want to try and strike a conversation with him, that he looked like a friendly person, as he was. Sometimes he didn't really want to talk to others so he would tend to lie to them telling them that he didn't have time to talk or that he was just about to go do something. Sure some people might call that rude but he didn't exactly see the problem. At least he wasn't being rude to their faces which John didn't do to people that often.


    Harriet's drinking problem caused for the two of them to not see each other anymore. She moved away and didn't wanna see the faces of those she knew because she knew they would judge her. Like John said before she mixed in with the bad crowd and the people she was 'friends' with weren't always the nicest. They gave her more beers even though she said she didn't want any but gave into peer pressure cause of it and thats what made John mad. The last time he spoke to his sister was on valentines day and she wasn't in a good spot, she had broken up with who ever she was dating and it caused her to drink more. John was just upset and angry at her, she could go get help but choices not to but he understand feeling self conscious about the problem you have. John just wishes he could go down to were she is and visit her for once, but normally he is busy with something. It sorta bothered John when people talked to him about his sister, saying that he should have put more effort into seeing her or try to get her some help with her problem. It made John boil over and he had to keep himself from snapping at those people. How dare they tell him what he had to do for his sister, they didn't know anything about the things he did for his sister and how much time and effort he put in on his sister. He tried everything to get her help, he made appointments for her to go to therapy or see a doctor or anything like that but she never went to them. He has tried talking to her but she wouldn't answer his calls or text messages. And when she did they were small ones like "merry Christmas" or "Happy birthday" and that was about it. She wouldn't have a full conversation with him. So no one had the nerve to tell him what he needed to do for his sister, as he has tried everything.


    The lad was someone that people went to when they had a problem sometimes. He is surprised by that and doesn't exactly know what to do at first as he normally is the one that needs someone to talk too (ptsd .-.) though John had been getting better with his ptsd. Anyway the reason behind that is cause he gives off such a friendly ray that people often go to him and John still gets kind of surprised by it. He thinks of himself as someone who isn't good at giving advice or someone that can really isn't good with that sort of thing, but he guessed people thought other wise. At times it makes him uncomfortable but other times he will talk with them with whatever was wrong and try and see if he could help in some way. He generally likes to help people out with problems they have, as long as they aren't the term of 'stupid' he suppose. Like really stupid problems that didn't take s rocket scientist to figure out, other then that he is more then willing to help those that need it. He wasn't someone to push someones problems under the rug and forget about it, he was someone who actually liked to help even if he feels a little awkward about it.


    When Sherlock asked if he could go rummage about for a different outfit John simply shrugged and nodded at him. He watched Sherlock walk away to his room to go and change into something else. As he walked away John had that slight feeling that something was wrong. He wasn't sure what it was that made him feel like that but he just felt it in the pit of his gut. Though didn't say anything about it, as Sherlock would most likely shrug it off or tell him that was he was feeling was nonsense or something like that. So he didn't intrude, if it was something Sherlock wanted to talk about he could bring it up. He wouldn't bother him about it but hey if he wanted to talk about he could if he wanted, all he was saying. Anyway, John just watched Sherlock walk away and in turn John grabbed the bottle of brandy again and poured more into his glass, and taking a large drink from it. He took the bottle and put it away, simply wanting more of it.


    John took one last drink from his glass and placed it in the sink, taking his hand and running it through his slightly dirty blond hair as he turned on his heels to lean against the sink slightly. Mrs. Hudson grinned at him and he smiled back "thank you again John" she said to him and he just nodded at her its no problem Mrs. Hudson really he said with a kind tone of voice with a gentle smile on his face. he soon heard Sherlock walking back to the kitchen and he was slight surprised with what he saw. of course he was trying to look different, but John was just so used to seeing Sherlock as a Sherlock. John didn't say anything about it, all he did was give him a kind smile You look fine he told him softly as he pushed himself from lightly leaning on the sink. When he spoke to Mrs. Hudson she gave him a smile "It was a pleasure seeing you again Sherlock. Definitely should catch up yes" she said with a faint chuckle "Now I'll see you boys later" she called out to the two of them and John nodded at her with a slight grin Goodbye Mrs.Hudson, we'll see you later today. Come on Sherlock he said in a soft, gentle tone to the two of them.


    -just sorta time skipped to them at the store cause why not?-


    When the two of them were in the cab John couldn't help but smile at Sherlock every so often at what he was wearing. The smile he gave off wasn't a teasing or mean, it was just a warm and kind smile. John was used to Sherlocks curls all over the place, not all tucked away in a beanie. In all honesty and this was just his opinion he kind of liked him in the beanie, maybe with some of the curls showing more but other then that he liked the way he looked. As the two sat in the cab, sense the store was a little ways away (I think idk) the two had short conversations, but it was a all together it was a nice quiet ride. The cab had stopped and soon they were at the store, and John and Sherlock got out of the cab and John had watched the cab drive off for a split second before he walked into the store. He glanced at Sherlock for a moment before he went and grabbed a shopping cart to start getting things that they needed flour, sugar, eggs and... he said to himself, thinking of what Mrs. Hudson asked him to get. He was gonna grab the things she asked him to get first, but he knew he was forgetting one thing. God it was gonna bother John but he would remember it when he picked out the other things for her as it would spark his memory.


    Sherlock had always given John some excuse on why he didn't wanna go with John or why he didn't go to just pick something up. So John was kind of surprised that he wanted to go with him but he wasn't complaining about it at all. It was kind of nice that he came with him in all honesty, he just hopes he would behave at the store or not act all over the place you know. John just let a soft relaxed sigh as he ran his hand through his blond hair, closing his eyes for a second before opening them up to see that Sherlock had wondered off. Great. John let out a silent grunt as he proceeded on through the store, grabbing a bag of sugar and flour when he went past them. He would wonder into Sherlock at some point but he was wondering where he had wondered off too though. With curiosity going through his veins and a quiet grunt, he began to look through the aisle of the store to see if the beanie wearing sherlock would be.


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    [ooc.] hehe I'll always like it/them <33
    this post is crap but i wanted to give it to you <3 ;-;
    exactly they are assholes sometimes
    yes c: John would just be like "okay okay Sherlock I believe you" and just pet the dog and look at him and Redbeard just has that look in his eyes and John all like "you are so adorable oml" and just rub his belly and all that omg
    ofc we will <333
    <333
    omg yes that the most adorable explanation of Sherlock I have ever read/scene c': John would be like "what? was it something I said?"
    yes yes
    drama is very good, in some aspects
    hehe <33
    same I really excited for the Christmas plots cause ugh they are so cute n.n John could always buy him that Christmas sweater like "Sherlock I got you something" and Sherlock is like "okay, what is it?" and John hands him a sweater and Sherlock has a look like "what is the world is this?" and johns all like "it's a sweater and I thought it would look good on you" and ugh and yes they should do that, decorations that have science and yes c: <3
    hehe <33
    I suppose it is cx
    eh I didn't go out cause f.uck it was so cold and then it freezed over with freezing rain and ugh ;c
    I really wanna go to school cause I want to see my friends and not being stuck inside a house all day ;-;
    ooo I was thinking maybe Johns sister Harriet comes around for no real reason (just like a visit and to explain everything and what not) and John is just happy to see her and all that but Harriet isn't all that nice to Sherlock?? idk I just thought it would be a good idea like John doesn't notice her being slightly rude to Sherlock cause she's doing it behind his back and when he's not looking or around and when he was she would act nice. idk maybe she could just be mean cause she was jealous that he was with John all the time and she wasn't but sherlock would just like put her in her place like "he's called multiple times and you never took the time to answer back. he stopped trying cause he thought you didn't wanna see him anymore. and yet you feel to have the nerve to be doing this to me? you don't and I suggest you change your damn additude" or something like that ugh idk i like the idea lol XD
    OOO I FOUND THIS ADORABLE PICTURE. ITS JUST A PICTURE I FOUND THERE ISNT REALLY A NEED TO DO THIS I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE. the others one we can if you want or all of them but idk lol XD i was looking for pictures for john and i found these and they are so adorable <333
    i also realize i keep changing fancy posts XD









    edit~
    I'm watching the hobbit movie and omg benedict you play a mean dragon (deep voice asf like oml)
    and when he played khan in Star Trek like wtf *-*

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 492px; color: black; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 25px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]WILLIAM SHERLOCK S. HOLMES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 473px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; line-height: 97%;]It wasn't difficult to see that Sherlock avoided social situations like they meant him harm. He didn't like viewing himself to the public in the first place. Since a child, he'd been reminded almost constantly that whatever he was, he was by no means normal, didn't fit into society and there wasn't a space for a freak between all of those relatively normal people. So he gave up. If they didn't want him, he couldn't see why John would make a bigger deal whenever he refused to leave the flat too often, even just for walks. Apparently, another thing that was necessary and he'd rot without. Fresh air for the lungs, sunlight for everything else, general stretching of the muscles, he'd been told. He was incredibly pale to show that it went by him rather unnoticed. According to the concept, all that he had to do was pretty much be himself with an open window and he'd receive the same results, seeing his bones were yet to collapse without the 'necessary' sunlight. Same went to food. He never truly passed out or anything like that beforehand due to lack of nutrition, so it couldn't be that bad. His metabolism, naturally quite high, adjusted to sometimes not having anything to eat. There wasn't an issue with his system, not really.


    By no means was he physically weak either. Most people who's diet consisted of the same things as his own were rather small and fragile, while he himself had no issue chasing or fighting if the situation required it. He was perfectly capable of handling himself, whether he ate that day or not really. Pointing that out fell onto suddenly deaf ears, however and even now he was forced to eat. Not that he regretted doing so, the croissant all in one didn't taste hideous but he felt a little odd with the fact that perhaps just a few hours ago he already ate. This was surprisingly much for one day, he decided and frowned in thought while sipping at the warm liquid at hand. Tea and coffee pretty much kept him going throughout the days and he enjoyed the soothing touch it bore, like it's goal was to bring comfort in one term or the other. Although he never did really agree due to lack of experience, he heard many people mention that such drinks on especially cool days could work miracles. Those were the days that people evidently wanted to stay inside and do nothing. Seeing more often than not that's what he did, he didn't see the charm, evidently missing out with such things if taken under consideration he never worked under normal circumstances.


    His working hours were incredibly flexible and he worked only when his interest was caught, something not a lot of people could admit they did. Even John after a while decided to work as a generic practitioner physician outside the cases they worked on together. Sherlock would admit to seeing the occupation as pretty boring. If there wasn't even contact with any slightly interesting diseases, what was the point? John came in contact with sore throats and headaches but not anything moderately more fascinating. Never mind that perhaps if he worked with extremely contagious and dangerous bacteria he could smuggle samples to Sherlock himself. That would be nice, he decided, though was certain neither Mrs. Hudson nor John himself would agree with him on this cases. Again, his two mother hens would take up their belonging nature and lecture him about the dangers or playing with such bacteria in their own kitchen, where it could spread to the plates and cutlery. Not that John didn't buy new such items almost each time he went grocery shopping, not trusting him enough to provide completely sterilized dishes to eat from.


    Evidently, John believed that if they used any of the dishes previously used for the various experiments, he'd sprout a new head or start a colony of dangerous pathogens on his tongue. That's something those kids Mrs. Hudson was so excited about giving his set to would do much more likely than Sherlock would. He knew how to take care of the things they had, though by the time, John began to buy plain matching dishes and cutlery so that the sets wouldn't be mismatched after only partially being binned from his own faults. He still failed to see the problem that was so important for John to point out on almost every occasion he caught up to. He often used dishes and whatnot that were previously experimented on back when he was living alone and he was completely fine, health-wise. Obviously, he never forgot the suggestions more teasing than not from Mrs. Hudson that that's what made him him, like in all of the unrealistic comic stories where chemical reactions take the spotlight in making the hero be able to be a hero. Though he never read or seen comics in his life, he trusted that from what he's heard, that was pretty much all they were about, apart from true aliens.


    Comics due to their unrealistic treatment of sciences and discovery never sparked his interest, though he'd admit to as a child picking one hero - which he forgot by now - to calculate what chances were that he'd be capable of doing what he was doing in the way he was doing it. Apparently, his research eventually led him to an impasse. Therefore, he dropped the research, never mind that he's also numerously been told that it's another freakish features about him. Desiring to discover scientific prospect rather than other ones. Even in something as innocent as a comic series. Those comments also went past him into oblivion, though he still conducted such unlikely research. That much was obvious through the multiple opportunities to find human and nonhuman body parts and such within the kitchen area, if not others as well, though that happened a little more rarely than when they actually did. He preferred not to mess outside the kitchen, otherwise the parts may rot in his absence. Everything was designed to make sense and a good environment to have such experiments in, though wasn't exactly appreciated enough for his liking. It took a while to take of everything after all only to find people like Sally confiscating his microwave eyes experiment or someone else removing ears from the sink and whatnot. His companionship was rarely cooperative in those terms.


    The ongoing to shop brought up a new prospect that he could use to his advantage, though he already had the visit more than planned out. Likely the only reason he agreed to go in the end. He shifted in the beanie which surface made an uncomfortable point on his head and he tucked it further down his features and gave a gentle rumble of protest at John's attempted reassurance, "[b]I do value honesty, John, remember. This looks ridiculous," he grumbled, the monotonous baritone not really portraying any supporting expression in the statement. He did speak like he usually did, coolly and without much engaging emotions. He blinked at Mrs. Hudson and smiled back kindly enough for his own criteria. "Indeed. Have a pleasant time, Mrs. Hudson," he simply told the elder landlady before looking up at John and nodding, sinking into the scarf which he brought to hide his lips and leaving his nose to comfortably breathe. "Right," he merely commented before without much hesitance moving after the shorter male, giving a light wave to Mrs. Hudson along the way.


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    Per usual, the cab drive wasn't that bad. He managed to untangle the scarf from his lips in order to talk more comfortably, seeing that the gentle chit chat that they started during the beginning of the trip didn't die out for quite a while. He kept fidgeting in the loose clothing that he wasn't too used to, almost always wearing rather tightly fitted clothes, the newly made difference not working to making him anymore soothed to go outside to the damn grocery store. Sherlock to a certain extent could be certain in the end he'd regret the choice of going completely but likely after this trip, the problem would be solved for quite a while. All that it really required was to be more Sherlock-y than usual and John would likely not ask him to do such favors again anytime soon. If he knew better, he maybe would feel mildly upset over his plan, since it was quite manipulative and rude in certain terms, however with how he was, he didn't bother too long over that fact. As they arrived at the store, he easily slid out of the cab and brought the scarf back up to contain his features, glancing towards John with a light frown of current distaste.


    As they moved through the store, he listened to John list off the items for Mrs. Hudson and while glancing around the store, nonchalantly threw in, "Plastic bags." where John had trailed off. During the time that the other managed to focus almost completely on the actual items they were ought to fetch, Sherlock his a smirk in the scarf and confidently strode off in the direction of the pharmaceutical section of the store, knowing quite well that for a few minutes his disappearance would go unnoticed. While that happened, he simply hid in the section, like a child that escaped their parent's eye. He didn't do anything in particular, other than standing there and simply making out the last bits of his plan before John would arrive. He likely wouldn't be happy in the first place, he wanted Sherlock to behave more socially acceptably during the escapade, more than likely. Glancing down the alley, he could make out the gentle stomps of John's feet and twisted around to face some cough syrups, as it appeared. Looking up with faked innocence at his companion, he smiled and waved him over, giving away his location quite easily. Pulling the scarf down loosely around his neck, he turned to the shelves. "Look, John! Don't you think some of these would be great to experiment on?" He drawled in a mildly excited tone. "Only we'd have to look for appropriately ingredients. Oh well, with the two of us, it should go much faster, don't you think?" There, the trap was set.


    [ooc.] same here <33
    it's perfect, don't worry c: i love all your post so i doubt i'll ever think of one as bad (8
    yess!! imagine the dog always going to sherlock for treats bc when he uses pleading eyes sherlock is like "tis my baby i gotta feed him oml" and john is like giggling in the background bc he just fed him and the dog just knows which one of them is easier to convince cx i can totally imagine sherlock not even really realizing its purely bc of redbeard
    i've got so many ideas but like i wanna figure them out more before sharing but yup whoop whoop
    i'm glad you liked it lmao i think john would be all "have i done something wrong?" and sherlock being like "yes, a lot of times, let's start from gETTING FCKN SHOT"
    yes i agree. as long as its interesting and not repetitive ;w;
    i'm so excited ugh jesus christ but yes christmassy plots <333 maybe we can have like the people who want sherlock and john to hurry up lestrade, mrs. hudson, etc etc etc they're like invited by john to their flat not too late before christmas for a party sort a things and hang up mistletoes everywhere and like always try and steer them into their direction?? but sherlock i imagine could notice and such bc he's sherlock bUT imagine him not caring and allowing them to just bc he never really does so like whatever
    and then maybe john finds out?? idk ewe but awkward ideas yay!!
    ah i feel you on that one
    have a fun extended holiday <33
    i was actually supposed to go yesterday but today was a day off so i was like wtf would i go if i had to just not go the next day and come back thursday?? so i decided to * it all and just go ahead and stay
    i hate social situations personally but i miss my friends too <333 plus bc of the break i missed my counselling appointments and i can only go back on wednesday next week .m.
    yess *y secret sherlock
    i can see harriet going all scoffy on him and all "how can you pretend to care when you pretended to be dead for two years" strike right where it hurts and sherlock glaring at her and just going like "you've pretended to be dead for much longer" and turning away to stalk over and bother john instead bc that's his favorite watson sibling and he'd prefer to stick to that one lmao
    ooH i has an idea on how to do the first one
    we obviously need to mess about a lot but whatever
    okay so molly gets pregnant (maybe her boyfriend then leaves her?? and sherlock and john help her through the pregnancy together?? since they care about her and all and don't want her to be alone) then she turned out to have twins which they managed to get to babysit a few times since basically they offered to help raise them in the first place when she found out she was pregnant anD BAM BABIES
    so that we can do it and not wait for those two dorks to adopt they should at some point either way jus' sayin'
    awww yess
    the cups we can morph with the other cup plot [i think there was one idk] and chrissmassy all together?? same for the last one, although maybe it could be for new years?? maybe john being mildly upset that he doesn't have anyone to kiss this year and sherlock kisses him at midnight and john is all "wat" and sherlock just tells him he didn't want to see him upset and walks off?? they could again have a party with close friends so he like goes to talk with mrs. hudson or something bc he's blushing like hell and wants to hide it??
    omg that blooper i died
    i actually tried to reply last night but that made me cry from laughter and my dad insisted i go to bed
    the hedgehog one yoo
    but yeah
    have a share of lame ideas ewe
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 489px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black;][hr] In all honesty John enjoyed some social events, some but not all. If he was invited to a nice christmas party or something like that and he knows them and people that are going then he would most likely go. If it's some over the top fancy dancey party he wont exactly go to it. He was seen as someone who would attend social gathering but he wasn't someone who enjoyed a small place with a large amount people. Not like he was claustrophobic or anything, he just didn't enjoy it and it was rather uncomfortable. He would rather stay at home and read a book or go on his laptop and write or do something like that. He knew Sherlock didn't enjoy social gathering all that much and John understands that. But every so often John makes him come outside with him to just go on a short walk with him around the block for a little bit. it wasn't to much to ask but Sherlock seemed to think it was a big deal about that, and John would just groan about how much he complained about making him come with him but he wouldn't complain back at Sherlock. The only things he would tell him "It's not that bad" or "It won't take long" sort of thing. The thing with John was that he was used to just going out and walking about when it was


    Being in the army had mad John much stronger then he was when he was a child, as he was a rather weak one. As he grew older he got stronger of course, and with a little added help with working out for the army and the army training he was a rather strong fellow. He wasn’t really someone how you could just mess with and not get at least punched once. And with the fact that he was a army doctor. He could name every bone in someones body while breaking them, it wasn’t really something he brag about but hey its rather cool isn’t it? Well John thinks so and of course he has used that to his advantage when the time called for it. He doesn’t normally willy nilly break peoples bones. Doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about doing that to certain people but in a whole, he doesn’t. The fact that Dr. Watson was honorably discharged as a Captain had it’s benefits when they had to work a case and he had to pull out rank once or twice. And of course he loved doing it, it gave him a thrill for a lack of better words. Going into the army was something he had always thought about doing when he was a small child, it was just something that sparked his interest. Though getting shot wasn’t the greatest outcome but he knew that was part of it, getting hurt out there was a large probability.


    He doesn’t exactly remember the pain he went through when it happened, and he would love it if he didn’t have to go through it again cause he knew it made him go bloody crazy cause it hurt so bad. Though the lad has gotten into situations like that in the past that lead to having guns being pulled out on people and people shooting at each other, he was just glad he hadn’t been shot, yet that is. John has the scares to prove his time in battle, the one that was forever in his shoulder that showed were he had been shot. In the beginning he had been self conscious about the bullet wound imbedded into his shoulder it has just taken him some time to accept the scarred tissue that had proceeded to heal. The habits he had picked up from the war are still fully there and don’t plan on leaving either. His fast reflexes, fighting tactics, the knowledge of others pressure points and other things in that category. The short blonde took advantage of what he knew and he used it to the best of his ability and enjoyed doing so as well. How John had been able to remember all the things he does and still be able to do the things he does is beyond one can imagine. He is just a ordinary person who just has a large spade of knowledge on things like that (medicine and war things you know).


    With a wide span of medical knowledge John had decided to go and get a job as a generic practitioner physician in-between cases that he did with Sherlock. The man did tend not to sign in for work a few times simply cause he is to busy running around with Sherlock and the cases they get. Having the job as app - generic practitioner physician - was actually kind of ‘fun’ in a way, he just enjoyed being able to do medical things you know? Seeing sick people did tend to have a down side, especially when one didn’t know how to cover their mouth when coughing or sneezing which had caused him to be sick with some sort of flu that lasted for two weeks and other little common cold. He has gotten some rather interesting patients in the past and some just simply ones, it didn’t matter to him in any aspect as long as he was able to dabble in the medical department. Being in the medical department he had gotten some request from Sherlock if he would smuggle him some diseases for him to experiment on. Normally he said no, simply cause he wasn’t gonna let him mess around with some kind of highly contagious diseases. Though sometimes he brought him some timid ones that weren’t as dangerous, at least it was something right? Though John didn’t do it often and wouldn’t bring him anything like that in the flat simply cause they weren’t things to just experiment on and you could actually get really sick if you messed with them or they contaminated something.


    Hey he just wanted to be precocious about Sherlock messing around with his chemistry set that had been in contact with some interesting things. Sure John bought a few new dishes or pans every so often so what? Doesn’t hurt anyone does it? He just bought plates to match other ones that had been damage in a way so they weren’t all mismatching. Mrs. Hudson’s idea of giving away his chemistry set had went through his mind years ago though the idea wasn’t a rather good one. Have you any idea what his chemistry set tested? And children aren’t that very good with cleaning -the ones he has met anyway- would maybe get sick, although Sherlock was a very good at cleaning up after doing a experiment it was still a probability that they could get sick. In the past Mrs. Hudson had made teasing comments that if he Sherlock wasn’t careful he would make a chemical reaction and become a ‘super hero’ like the ones in comic books. Seeing as Sherlock had never read or seen a comic book before kind of surprised John but never put any mind onto it. Some kids never read them, some did, and John was one of those kids that read a few of them here and there. His personal favorites were spider-man, x-men, S.H.I.E.L.D and Captain America. Though he doesn’t read them anymore, he still fancies a interest in them and will skim through one if he sees one but not really read one fully.


    The small child that was John had a big fascination about comic books and enjoyed reading them all the time. Harriet used to tease him about reading them all the time but it never stopped him from reading them. His parents told him to read other forms of literature -when they actually would talk to him when they weren't always busy with there work- he did read other things but the comic books just have him a variety and we different then all the other kinds of books he would read. As a child he would think of himself as Captain America, that deep down in his core that he was and that one day he may be like him. Well.. technically that did come true, but of course in a different form all together but he could never help but chuckle at the idea when he was smaller than he wanted to be like Captain America. Not everyone read comic books and not every one liked them, he knew Sherlock didn't exactly care for them. John had pondered on the idea of just getting Sherlock a comic book just to at least look through one, but he never really did it cause he figured Sherlock wouldn't want to look through one so he never did it.


    Finding weird science experiments in your fridge early in the morning can really wake you up. Seeing a head in the fridge will by far make you perk up but also a little disgusted to see a head in there. Whenever he would find something like in the kitchen it never surprised more then it would seeing those kind of stuff in your kitchen. Most people probably freak the fuxk out but John is just so used to seeing ears or thumbs or something along that line. It didn't bother him as much as it should, as long as they are put in some form of container so they don't touch other things in the fridge then it's fine by him. And if whatever he put in there starts to make he flat smell like a rotting pet cemetery he will have Sherlock do something with it so it didn't stick or just have him throw it away as soon as possible. He tended to stay out of the flat when that happened, he just didn't exactly want to be smelling it all day.


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    The sound of sherlocks voice went through his ears and the thought imminently popped in his head when sherlock told him 'plastic bags'. John simply grunted at him and gave him a nod along with a small smile to him. But that was the last time he saw Sherlock before he disappeared within the store and John had just sighed softly at the missing man. When John turned down the aisle simply to see sherlock calling out over to him and waving at him to see him, and john just grinned but frowed his brows together when he looked at the medication and things sherlock was showing him. John just looked at him when he was talking and he bit down on his cheek lightly and let out a soft sigh Most likely, yeah. he said to him softly, just sorta giving him a look. Really? this was your plan? Funny he thought but he didn't complain, but he soon would regret it probably. John just sorta shrugged at him I guess..um he sighed softly What exactly would we need to get then? he asked in gentle as he just looked at one of the things he wanted to experiment on. John put the box he held back were he got it and just looked up at him to await his response, his eyebrows sorta arched upward. He leaned against the cart a tad bit as the two of them stood in the aisle that has rows of medications and bandages and other such goods. Whatever he was gonna experiment on just better not ruin the kitchen and it better not take very long cause he didn't exactly like being in the grocery store for very long.


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    [ooc.] hehe <33
    aww you are to sweet <33
    omg that would be so adorable and funny cx like the dog just learned that sherlock is more open hearted with treats then john and is like "ill go to my curly haired master" and john is just smiley and giggly at the sight cause it's to cute not too lol
    dude you got no idea, i have a bunch of ideas swimming through my head but i need to write them out and edit them and word them write before i show you cause yeah just the way i roll lol XD
    Yes John would totally say that and John would say "I DIDN'T MEAN TO GET SHOT!" and sherlock is all like ">:(" and john is all like "really? I'm sorry i got hurt" and whatever lol just ugh yes n.n i really need to focus in Spanish but whatever lol
    exactly ;w;
    christmas plots are the shi.t my friend <3 i love these two so much and they are so slow at being all cute and adorable but no they slow lol but no no no! i like that idea a lot cause awkward is good! i like that idea and at the sight molly and mrs.hudson being all giggly at the sight and ugh <33 and johns just like 'wha' and stuff and yes
    yee
    we have been having a lot of 2 hour late starts so more sleep i guess lol cx
    oml yeah i would have done the same thing tbh i also dislike social situations most the time but i will participate if i know people there. Im at least happy to see my friends through lol
    yessss!!!!
    OOOO SHOOTS HAVE BEEN FIRED that would hurt i would think and harriet would be like 'wow' and john is just doing something and sherlock comes and bothers him (any form like hugging him from behind, or biting his neck, kissing him or just messing with him) and john is just like "what are you doing?" and sherlock is just like "messing with you obviously" omg yes
    my child i would kiss you that was fantastic *3* i love that so much ugh like yes please PLOTS FOR DAYS if they adopt a child and its a boy the boys name should be hamish or something like ugh that would be surprising to them like they found their perfect child and they are like "whats your name?" and the little boy is like "My names Hamish!" in the most adorable sweet voice and johns heart just melts and is like "oml" and stuff we shall do that later on <333 or a cute little girl and its just like ugh n.n another idea just popped in my head maybe when they like are adapting a child or whatever someone just has to state their opinion on the two men adapting a child and it makes John rather pi.ssy but he doesn't say anything cause they are with their son-to-be child and everything like that? xD


    I was actually thinking of that and it would be adorable as fuxk n.n
    <33333
    yah there was another cup plot XD but yes we can morph there like mhm <3 yeah new years yes yes i say yes a lot i see lol and thats adorable like him being all blushy and smiley i think you are talking about john being all blushy i think? cx
    when i saw that picture i was laughing so hard my grandma thought i was dying or something and i just ugh i love it so much n.n
    but yeah going to bed is important <33
    that hedgehog is life <333
    i have a share of lame ideas too lol; like when you wrote out that Sherlock has never read or seen a comic book John could just randomly go and pick out a comic book that he personally liked when he was a child and give it to sherlock and he could read it (simply cause John liked the book and he had bought it for him to try so he goes and reads it) and finds out he actually liked the comic book he picked out? idk it's just a small little plot that came to my head lol XD
    ooh okay <33
    also sorry i keep sending you late posts i just get the posts you send me like in the middle of my school day and i end up writing them during school time and i come home and it takes me longer for some reason so I'm sorry my posts are slow unlike last time when i respond like a speeding bullet lol
    anyway i got another idea sense they are at the store and sherlock and john get like ingredients for his experiment Sherlock goes and does something in the kitchen and when he thinks it goes well it sorta like back fires? idk XD
    oooh and there was another picture I saw it had John typing on his laptop and Sherlock comes over and hugs him and is all like "John, John, John, john" over and over again until John was like "fine" and gave him what he wanted, a kiss on the cheek and Sherlock just smiley and walked away while John was blushing at his computer <333

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 492px; color: black; font-family: bell mt; font-size: 25px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]WILLIAM SHERLOCK S. HOLMES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; border: none; border-top: 0px white solid; width: 473px; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; line-height: 97%;]Sherlock wasn’t a fan of grocery stores. Same kind of people pretending and acting as if they were equally unique. In truth, none of them were and if any were aware of how easy it was to look through them and into their lives, they’d drop those terrible facades that they insisted on keeping up, as if it would assist them in any way to become a more decently intriguing persona. He wasn’t fond of such ordeals and heavily frowned upon such pretending. He personally had an attitude to hide of his own but it didn’t involve anything of the sorts. He wasn’t pretending to be better than he was by the time. He was merely behaving accordingly to the sociopathic profile that was assigned to him by the public and drilled into his subconscious for the longest of whiles. He was distant and lacking emotional ties. The way that he preferred things to be, the way he felt was just about right. That obviously had its downsides as people occasionally lost trust that previously they would aim his way. Since meeting John, however, he lived in certainty as long as he trusted him, it was going to be okay. And it was, for as much as they could live in harmony they did.


    Standing between the aisles in the store, he could easily make out the people he’d been surrounded with and didn’t particularly feel the need to converse with any of them. Just a few moments ago, a woman has passed him. A single mother with a young son, sick for the common cold yet young enough to need specific medicine meant for those his age. About four months, under that assumption. If judging by the fresh clothing also in the basket, as well as the diapers within, the idea of an infant appeared to be confirmed. She worked a lot, visible from underlined with bags eyes and messy hair. Not enough time to stay too long, she was obviously rushing. She held a list in her hands, her nails messily bitten and chewed on. Stressed out, either through stress related with work or with the child’s illness. Either way, she applied a fair share of makeup to hide any signs of exhaustion and pressure from her features, pretending to be much happier than she actually was. A liar, a good one to some, perhaps, but Sherlock could only frown and tilt his head a little at the behavior. Was it that unacceptable to show signs of tiredness?


    Unlike her, at a certain time, he was briefly passed by a college student who was looking for something energizing, having likely wandered into the pharmaceutical section by utter accident. He was obviously tediously on the verge of passing out but didn’t make one tweak in his appearance to suggest he was attempting a change in that sort of outlook. He simply wandered by the tall male and continued the vastly scaled hunt for what he was looking for, eyes darting around with a lack of patience. That was a man he’d be willing to like, if not for his idiocy. If he was intelligent, he would have managed to operate his time more wisely in college, like Sherlock managed. Although his odd juggle of subjects didn’t involve social situations and any particular sports, he found pride in the fact the only reason he spend nights up was because that was his desire, not because the educational system was forcing him into such behavior. He stayed up until the birds outside began to chirp away, happily announcing the new day, then just went to bed for a few hours and was smoothly up and running again in no time. That was one of the times when he actually slept somewhat regularly, though that rhythm was long forgotten in the world of chemistry and cases that he prided himself in.


    It would appear that throughout time, the older he got, the less he functioned like a human being. Perhaps at the start of his life, he’d even be considered fairly normal. To a degree, that is. If that theory was true, either way he’d grow up into the image of either a hero or a freak, though he wasn’t particularly fond of either. Real heroes didn’t exist, they were just ascue odd perceptions of the mind which fought for an image of a protector looming above them. Nothing to be fond of, in that case. While on the other hand, he wouldn’t truly admit to being a freak of nature. It was clear as day that he was different, with an exceptional mind of his own and habits that weren’t of norm or particularly ‘humane’, as he heard it being referred to. His disagreement didn’t pay for much, for nobody appeared to particularly agree, involving mainly the Scotland Yard that spited him the most out of being forced into cooperation and consultation with him whenever cases got out of hand, which was quite often for a force meant to protect the city from disturbance. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been as surprised. They were quite incompetent, despite the training that they were given. John was better off as a soldier, a man who’s been in battle and knew survival tactics all the while possessing exceptional medical knowledge. He was more useful on crime scenes than the police, most the time.


    Even so, Sherlock was pleasantly surprised to see how long he’s escaped unnoticed. He expected to be closer monitorized during the trip, perhaps out of fear he’d run away the first time he saw something that he wouldn’t be fond of. Even so, he managed to quietly slip a packet of painkillers into his pocket, keeping his fingers tightly around the cardboard packaging and flipping it between his fingers as he averted his gaze on the tiles, wondering if that would do enough for the upcoming while. If John noticed that from the medical storage they both shared medicine was disappearing, he’d have every right to be curious if not frustrated. Perhaps he’d believe they went to waste in an experiment, though Sherlock wasn’t that willing to particularly test that theory out. How hard could it be to smuggle a packet of drugs within a hopefully vast amount of them in the trolley? As long as he managed to keep the fast working order that he usually found himself most comfortable with, then it may escape John’s attention and the next time he’d have to complete such duty was when he’d slip out at night, perhaps. Some stores were open late, weren’t they? He couldn’t be sure, honestly, but hoped that he wasn’t far from wrong and would pleasantly enough find an opportunity to do so without anyone to look out for him.


    With this case he could deal alone, rather than being constantly babysitted by John, with his never ending amount of fresh excuses on why he cared and made a big deal out of the things that would have happened with or without Sherlock’s intention. He was a grown man, perfectly capable to take care of himself without assistance. A fact that was easily overlooked by his companion, it’d appear, for he often sounded as if he forgot that he did live alone for quite a stretch of his life, never mind that he survived. And even with the watchful eye kept on him, he landed in trouble either way, which he always somehow managed to tangle himself out of. He was fine to survive on his own, although it took him a while to realise that he didn’t want to. Living alone seemed pretty distant of a memory by this time, contrary to the numerous comments that he’d offer on the topic whenever mentioned or so much as brought up. Not that shocking, taking multiple of his comments were made by the sheer ignorance he picked up towards anything that would require an emotional insight. He didn’t lose himself in answers like that, for there were many more important questions that ruled the Earth, worth answering more than those. What others didn’t know couldn’t harm them. He was pleased enough to know that John had an alike view on the matter. He didn’t hide it as well.


    The day they met, it wasn’t difficult to figure that John would attempt to find a roommate for more of a reason than tight budget. That could have easily been compensated for if he moved into the outer districts and lowered the rental fee. Perhaps the thought of not being alone brought him around, perhaps it was something else. Whatever it was, Sherlock was glad it happened and though he hated the idea of PTSD John waking in cold sweat, alone and afraid, he was glad that their paths were able to cross. John more often than not pointed out that them meeting was a crazy coincidence, for they weren’t especially compatible at first sight. Sherlock was an annoying person, with a dangerous job likely to traumatise. No good of a space for someone battling a tied into such situations disorder, though John didn’t seem to particularly mind. They worked, in the oddest and most unlikely of ways, they simply had that sort of click that allowed them to peacefully enough live together. There were ups and downs, though he could only assume that those were a reality for many, if not all people. They passed, he was sure, however far they were from reaching that line.


    Seeing John grin at him from the other end of the aisle made him return the gesture with a slight smile of his own, his gaze flicking over to the offered samples of medication and other such items while allowing John to seize or ignore the opportunity given to scold his mannerism and the performed action of abandoning him in the store. Instead, when that didn’t come, he quirked a brow himself while toying with the small box in his box further, tugging at the beanie planted atop his head with his free hand. “[b]Here,” he tossed a box containing a small vial of a bottle that rattled within its packaging. “Read the ingredients, would you?” He asked plainly, eyeing the rows on the shelves for available options that could spark interest. “I don’t believe you’d understand, at least, not without detailed explanations which I suppose you wouldn’t want me to lecture you about in the middle of a grocery store, correct?” He mused, and though the answer was arching around any stable information, Sherlock tried his best to have it make at least a little sense when taking his overall personality into consideration, as well as John’s. “After all, this is not precisely any sort of a comfortable place. The quicker we get out of here, the better, I believe. For the both of our sakes,” he frowned a little at another box that he lifted, flipping it between his fingers with a thoughtful furrow of his brows, taking his time as if the box itself would eventually answer whether it was useful or not.


    [ooc.] 's the truth, don't worry about it <33
    haha yess!! like john actually minding the dog's diet and trying to maybe further train him using treats but redbeard just goes to sherlock for those and does it just bc it's easier than performing actual tricks xD
    i have drafts of ideas + the ones i send you that i wanna edit/work on first of all. one is a special surprise bc i'm rereading the sherlock holmes book and i may try to make up a case for them c: i'll see how that goes
    yup and sherlock would be the one to mother hen him back at home and at first maybe wouldn't even let john move too much?? like overall rather than just looking out for his arm and john's like "sherlock i'm fine" and sherlock going all "what are you a doctor?" and john not even responding just giving him a stare like wtf the flying fck do you think i am
    i made this post and plots instead of trigonometry homework lmao oh well
    i'm glad you like it!! mrs. hudson and molly would be like that omg and they would like push them into each other stuff by 'accident' just so that they'd hurry up
    eXACTLY though lets be honest sherlock would probably not give a shit if he hurt her or not lmao he'd just walk away and go to john and do all that and silently complain with those hints he wants harry out bc i think he'd actually be hurt?? i mean he loves john so hearing that would probably hurt af
    omg what if they found like a woman to have a child for them?? and unknowingly it's twins, a girl and a boy and the boy sherlock insists on calling hamish so john eventually agrees and then insists on him being able to give him the second name, maybe like a joking one, like an astronomer's?? or one of sherlock's names and for the girl sherlock offers to call her mary at first bc he realizes john used to love her but john turns that down so they go to two other women in their life that they could possibly think of deserving to have their little girl called after and then name her molly louise after molly and mrs. hudson and when they tell the two they're all ecstatic bc yes (+ sherlock insisting on using their friend's names bc he never expected to have friends never mind that many)
    then maybe they could actually deal with spiteful comments?? bc they'd have to take the babies out for walks and stuff and then at parent's evenings, etc. at schools so i imagine there's plenty of space/chances and various moments it could happen bc the community sometimes sucks tbh
    ugh those pictures are fantastic yes pls
    i love sherlock bloopers gah
    to be fair i do use yes a lot too so whatevs
    but yeah honestly i think both of them would be like that just sherlock's better at hiding emotions so i guess he'd just like avoid seeming suspicious??
    oml yes and it's like a mess and maybe it could even dye a few places idk and he tries to coax john into not going into the kitchen at first and treats him like a prince just so he wouldn't be mad at him when he finds out or not too mad at him
    ooh that sounds adorable!! along with the comic book plots. and sherlock might even ask for other issues?? trying not to admit that he likes them at the same time though
    and don't worry about late responses, it's fine!! i don't have as much of a chance to get on either during the week, so i understand. plus this weekend i've been helping my cousin and i've been generally busy c:
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 489px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; color: black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black;][hr] the grocery store was okay John supposed, wasn't his favorite place to be but it wasn't as bad. he liked being by himself when he went so he could just have a moment to himself, just a calm button. the lad was used to going to the store by himself but sense Sherlock had came with him, his normal peaceful, quite task probably wasn't gonna be anything but easy sense Sherlock had wanted to find things for a experiment. a few things was all that they needed but he guessed Sherlock just had to have these things for a experiment. oh well he guessed. the lying faces of the employees at the store were rather see through. it was to be expected anyway and it never bothered anyone sense most people couldn't see the smile of lies plastered on their faces. John knew people could be easily lied to if they were careful and most people will believe the lie if it doesn't sound to goofy or all over the place. he's seen people that will believe anything you tell them and he meant anything and it would make him cringe at the sight of it, but it was always advantage when the time called for it. sometimes it was hard to tell if one was lying or if one was telling the truth, some of course were easier then others but the ones that were hard to tell drove John crazy sometimes. he hated lairs though you can't live without this sometimes so he just stuck it in his side and kept it to himself most the time. being the way he was trust was hard to come by with John and he didn't trust many in all honesty. he trusted Sherlock no doubt there along with like three others and that was about it.


    the store wasn't as busy as it normally was whenever he came to it. there were a few people that were in the same place as he was but he didn't see many in general within the store. there would probably be more people anyway but whatever he supposed, it didn't matter it him in all honesty. he glanced over his shoulder to see a tall, muscular guy walking by. he had short black hair, tattoos and just muscular in general. it looked like he was buying some protein powder or protein smoothly mix of some sorts. he never understood why people got so muscular for no real purpose, it made him cringe just a little but if it made them happy and so be it. he just glanced at him and looked away as he continued in the direction he was going, though he felt a pair of eyes glued on him and it made him rather uncomfortable. as he turned he saw the same guy looking at him, but with temptation in his eyes. John bit on the inside of cheek as he watched him walk over to him, unsure on what he was gonna say to him. he really didn't need this today, he really didn't. "hello handsome" the muscular man said to him, a soft purr within his words. John sighed "I'm rather busy..i have somewhere to be" John said to the man politely, but he was truly annoyed with the situation. he looked at him and had realized it was the same guy as before. a few days ago this guy had started flirting with John for some god knows what reason, John saw himself as anything but handsome. he wasn't in his own opinion. anyway, John just gritted his teeth together "Can you not bother me please.." he simply said to him as he pushed the small cart to only have the larger male follow him. "I never caught your name, mines Alex" Alex said with a slight smirk "John. now please leave me alone." he said bluntly to the other, a soft hiss coming from his words. the other growled softly "Don't wanna mess with me love, I can f.ck you up big time" Alex said with a snarl, his eyes sharp and filled with intimidation. though John did not flinch at the tone of voice or at the so called 'intimidation' in his eyes. this guy - or so he was called Alex had no idea who he was dealing with. honestly I could say the same thing to you. John said with a slight smirk on his face.


    the slightly younger male growled at John, gritting his teeth and forming one of his hands into a fist. "why do you say that?" he said, his words like venom, spitting into johns eyes. John gave Alex a small shrug towards him l"that's for me to know and for you to find out." he said with a small smile "I mean..if you wanna get that far that is..and its highly doubtful that you wanna get that far." he said to him smoothly. he had no time for this and just wanted to get on his day, but this guy always talked to him even ever they were both in the store. he didn't understand why he was flirting with him, really out of everyone he could flirt with he picked him? that made no sense to John as he never thought to himself that he was handsome or sexy; to what Alex has called him. Alex just snorted at John, picking his basket from the floor "you little sh.t I hope you understand that I only flirt with you cause I feel sorry for you" he growled with frustration, his eyes filled with anger. "what is wrong with you?" John said with a bitter voice, his eyes sharp and filled with anger. Alex was a pain in his a.ss and he wouldn't leave him alone, he was just a leech that wouldn't let go. alex gritted his teeth together again "I don't want to explain to you a.sshole. like I said you don't know who your messing with" he said and touches johns chest with his finger in a taunting manner, a large, sinister smirk on his face. like before, John did not flinch, he did not show emotion even though he was fuming and wanted to punch this guy in the face "tell me Alex.." he growled softly at him "do you know every bone in the body? and how much pressure it takes to break each one?" he spoke softly, not showing how p.ssed he was. Alex didn't say a word which made John smirk bigger "I know every bone in the body and I can name each as I break them" he said, running his fingers through his blond hair. "so I think you don't know who your messing with" he snarled bitterly, his eyes piercing through the other male. Alex didn't say a single word, his eyes showed defeat and slight fear at what John said. picking up his basket he walked away and out of sight which made John chuckle at the sight. John let a soft sigh escape his lips, closing his eyes to calm down just a tad bit before he went off as if nothing happened.


    he didn't understand why he felt sorry for John. most likely cause he couldn't think of a better come back and went with the first thing that popped on his mind. john didn't like that kind of attention (only from Sherlock which you know will happen later on in this role play you feel me? *wink wonk*) and he didn't want it at all and even if he wanted it he sure as hell didn't want it from someone like him. Alex looked like he took steroids way to much and it was uncomfortable to look at. John wasn't lying when he said he could break every bone in his body and he wouldn't mind doing that either, but you know not something a normal person would do. he just glanced over to see a college student run around the corner not only five minutes on the incident. she looked really tired, her hair in a messy bun and a steaming coffee in her right and a basket in her left. he remember his college days very well, as he worked pretty hard in college, not sleeping when he should have been and was out all weekend. after college was when he went into the army and that wasn't easy either, nothing is ever easy in life and you just gotta work through it and try to get over the hill. his major in college was medicine and heath like things and other classes that he found interesting and needed. he wasn't sure why he liked that sort of thing so much, maybe from reading so much of it when he was child, see if his mother go off and working at a hospital. he didn't care how he did he just loved that he went with that when he got older and studied it in college. John graduated with honors when he left college, entering the military soon after.


    living alone was a distance memory, he couldn't remember what he felt like at this point. sure he still knew what it felt like he just can't exactly feel it anymore. he personally didn't wanna feel alone again, it wasn't a fun feeling to have. he understood that Sherlock lived alone for a late chunk of time and that he knew how to take care of himself. but John couldn't help but care about the other male, it was just nature. he cared about the other and cared about his well being. he just cared and it was something that was a notable trait, he was seen as a very friendly guy. though sometimes he can be thrown over the edge and get a tad mean at times, but that's not normally him in all honesty. the lad was a sweet, caring man who was rather protective and intelligent. he wasn't a push over but he always had his buttons pushed and many found enjoyment in that. pushing his buttons can only go in the wrong direction and he normally gets that way when someone is acting up, being rude, or putting a freaking gun to his head - though he doesn't exactly say anything insulting as he has a gun to his head. anyway, back to the point, John knew that Sherlock lived alone for a long while but it was just natural for a person to care or get worried about another. Sherlock probably hasn't had many people that cared about him as much as John did; or anyone at all until now with the friends that he had. John had trust issues no doubt and it surprised John that he sorta trusted Sherlock so easily, but he doesn't question it anymore.


    Having a roommate had been on his mind a while ago, when he was living alone. Sure he was used to being alone and not having anyone live with him, but loneliness can get to some people and john was one of those kind of people. Of course he enjoys being by himself but not all the time you know. He was used to being around tons of people and always on the move and always up doing something. At a time he woulds have the worst effects from his PTSD. Waking up panicking, cold sweat and more. He wasn't getting as many panic attacks as he used to and he hasn't woken up from a night terror in the longest time, he was just happy that they eased up. he knew that he wasnt off the hook from his ptsd, he knew that it would come in sometime. he just wasn't thinking about it and just taking as much advantage at the fact that he wasn't getting them as much. it was a relief for him and it made him feel ten times better when he didn't get them. anyway, John was glad that him and Sherlock crossed paths and he really wouldn't change that for the world.


    John caught the box of medicine, holding it in his hand and looking over the wording and what it was and what was in it. After reading the box over he looked back up at Sherlock and arched his eyebrows slightly, but sighed softly along with it. Sherlock wasn't wrong on that fact, he wasn't really in the mood for him to explain whatever he was planning at the moment. Though it was also sort of cause they were standing in the middle of a grocery store, with other people around. If Sherlock used his large brain and did his detailed explanations to him right there people might and or would get rather curious with who was wearing the beanie. "You are correct" he softly murmured, looking up at him with the slightest lazy grin. In all honesty John was hoping the trip to the store would be quick, in and out and that would be it. The spark of curiosity popped in the back of his mind, but it wasn't really bothering him all that much. Whatever Sherlock was planning just better not destroy the kitchen, that was all he cared about. It has happened a few times in the past and John was never the happiest whenever the kitchen looked like a science mutation had thrown up in there. Of course there had been times when that's happened, when a experiment went wrong and it exploded or something in that fair nature. It wasn't something John was new to, he just would steam about it as he helped Sherlock clean up the large mess. It would make him mad, to a certain extent, he would be grumpy about it for a little while until the kitchen was clean but after that he just lets it go. You can't hold on to those things you know? He just move on from little things like that, even though he will be pi.ssy and grumpy at first, he won't sit on it forever. "Alright well.. whatever it is that you need just.. put it in the cart, don't take long" he spoke softly to Sherlock, his bluish hazel eyes locked on Sherlock as he let out a soft grunt "Like you said the quicker the better" he said with a soft grunt. He really didn't wanna be at the store any longer then he had to so whatever Sherlock needed he just had to put it in the cart, he didn't wanna ask, he didn't wanna over think it. he just wanted to get it over with so they could get home, then would he ask his questions.


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    [ooc.] this one took a little longer then expected I'm sorry darling <33
    this is a wip ;-;
    omg yes and John would be like "really?" and just shrug it off but still try to get him to do tricks and such but Redbeard would just go to Sherlock and John would end up taking a ton of pictures of the two of them cause they would be acting all super cute and John is a sucker for cute things figures why he started liking Sherlock lol xD
    same I got tons of ideas i just gotta like figure them out first and then I'll send them cause I like to edit plots and everything like that i loved all of them I honestly can not wait for the case you come up with n.n
    omg that would be kind of funny like "don't move John I'll get it" and John is just like "my book is right there I can reach it Sherlock" "SILENCE" and John is all "omg Sherlock" and John would get frustrated at one point but would find it kind of cute at the same time. that's great, that's freaking hilarious xD " wtf the flying fck do you think i am"
    im making this post and editing it when I should be in bed for school lol
    that would be our molly and mrs. hudson xD
    he wouldn't care no, not at all cause that's Sherlock for you lmao and John would be curious on to why he wants her to leave and ask him if everything was alright cause John as those 'senses' and because Sherlock would have hurt in his eyes and it would concern John.
    again, I would kiss you if I could. that would freaking great!! it would be adorable and them having twins omg it would be so cute. John would probably be "why hamish?" cause he sorta doesn't like his middle name but starts to think about it and thinks it will be a cute name for their little boy and yesss for a second name it could be one of Sherlock's names. aww that little girl name would be so cute!! you are a mastermind n.n <333
    yeah that works out way better lmao i really like this idea it's so adorable they need to hurry up so they can have babies & yeah community sucks sometimes you got that right
    Sherlock bloopers always make me crack up tbh lol xD
    yeah I just like good ones and I use them all over the place lol
    yeah that would be good cause Sherlock is good at that xD
    yesss that would so funny tbh and cute but funny xD he would be a mad but not over the top mad lol
    that sounds amazing!!! I was actually thinking of that tbh xD John just smirks and doesn't say anything and just gets him other issues and leaves them in his room on his nightstand for him to read and everything ugh
    this is really late only cause I'm stuck on my phone a lot and I also have school and I'm tried after school and it's just ugh cx this weekend I was really busy with going to the beach and everything so this post may suck monkey dong xD
    oo
    I was also thinking maybe instead John could get shot twice? like one in the shoulder yes but also in the leg so he then starts having a really bad limp again? and John gets pi.ssed that he can't move around like he used to and has to go to physical therapy? idk I just thought it would be interesting lol




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  • finally almost done <33 need like four more paragraphs and I'm finally finished n.n
    thank you for understand why I was taking so long ;-;
    finals are like this week wtf ugh
    anyway I deleted all little side comments and posts
    near freak here lol xD

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-size: 12px; overflow: auto][justify]it's okay! good luck with your finals!! i understand, exams are a pain gah. i hope all goes well && no need to rush (: i've been busy anyways so i barely replied to much lately either ;;w;;

  • yeah I just took my health and Spanish final today and I think I did pretty good ramn numbers I forgot how to write them in Spanish ;-; but other then that I did fine I suppose. my schedule is all weird now sense we have two days of finals and it's just like what? lol anyway yeah I don't reply to much but I do finish forms and wip posts as much as I can and I'm like done with this one lied I need one more paragraph or I might just leave it like it is. you think so? anyway yeah no rush for you either when I finish up cause I wouldn't wanna be a hypocrite sense you waited for my slow a.ss to finish this post xD

  • well, fingers crosses you aced that test! i'm patient enough, since i was/am busy and stuff trying to set myself straight. take your time! you can go ahead and tweak it if you feel like it before i manage to reply! aww babe it's fine, the post is great and totally worth the wait! i'll try to reply asap, hopefully by the end of the week, though i'm getting work experience and there's a lot to it via insurance, forms, etc ugh ;;3;;

  • welp it's the weekend and I'm trying to get catch up with things on this website lol xD but anyway my post is done I don't feel like changing anything on it cause I think it's good enough hehe n.n take all the time you need! no rush! I can stand to wait for one of your beautiful posts darling <33 ahh I see welp like I did take yo time! I've never done something like that yet I mean before lol xD