I’ve had a bad night.
asksebthesniper:
Its no one’s business by my own..but I’m not going to be rping tonight.
I’ll be on tomorrow maybe. Its my birthday tomorrow..so we’ll see.
in-needofarush started following you
illmakeyournightmaresreal:
“He’s much worse than the real Moriarty and he’s very competitive.”
“What do you mean by competitive?” John turned to look at him again.
“If you aren’t getting scared, he’ll get worse or get our older brother to come and give you dreams.”
John swallowed and bit on his lip. “Why does it matter if I’m scared or not? He’s not exactly proving that he’s better if he’s using Jim to scare me…now is he?” John sighed. ‘I thought he was going to scare Jim for me..but he did it to me instead.”
in-needofarush started following you
illmakeyournightmaresreal:
in-needofarush:
illmakeyournightmaresreal:
in-needofarush:
John looked over at him. “Well..he wasn’t done when you arrived..and I know he’ll be back.”
“I can talk to him if you want?”
John shook his head, looking determined. “I can deal with him…he’s no worse then the real Moriarty. I can handle it.”
“He’s much worse than the real Moriarty and he’s very competitive.”
“What do you mean by competitive?” John turned to look at him again.
Somewhere the Day is Dawning || Closed
knickers-and-nicotine:
in-needofarush:
John could feel his heart blossoming again, opening like it had a while ago, before Jim had curled it and twisted it into something more suitable to him. He smiled at the sight of their new home, taking Sherlock’s hand in one of his, one of his bags in the other and walking up to the door.
There was a note form Mycroft on the door, and he took it off with a smile. They owed that man so much, John would love to meet him someday, to thank him personally. In the meantime though, he opened the envelop and pulled out the key, sliding it into the door’s lock and opening the door slowly, like it was something sacred.
For all the times he had been horrible to his brother, Sherlock had never felt more grateful than he did right now. Stepping into the cottage was like stepping into some sort of fantasy. Everything was beautifully designed, the simplicity and calming colours feeling perfect to help them escape the tension of running away.
When he had finished getting over the initial wave of near-shock, Sherlock turned to flash a grin at John. He dropped his bag and began to wander the cottage so he could check out all the rooms, finding that he actually loved the way the natural sunlight lit the spaces up.
John closed and locked the door behind them, more instinct and with slight fear that if he didn’t, Jim would slide in through the cracks he left unguarded. He dropped his own bags, following after Sherlock to throughout the rooms, taking in the sights, the smallest details sending sparks of joy throughout his system. He could barely contain his happiness..this was what he wanted, dreamed of..this was a home.
Five New Clients
sniperwithastory:
in-needofarush:
“Well..then I could do what I want for once..maybe start up a clinic.” John mused as he continued to drink.
“Nice,” he commented. “Well, if you ever want that to happen, just give me a call,” he chuckled. It was then that his phone rang. He answered it with a look of disdain on his face. “What can I do for you, Boss?”
“Where the hell are you?”
“Drinking at a bar. Obviously not doing paperwork.”
“And you’re doing that because?”
“Because after that shit show you sent me to today, I’ve fucking earned a night off and you know it.”
“Are you with someone?”
“Yeah, actually.”
“So you picked up some poor- well it sounds like you’re at that awful pub you love so much, so you’ve conned some poor, unsuspecting man to go home with you, or what?”
“Jesus, christ. No. Not like that. Look, I really don’t need you mothering me right now, so I’m gonna hang up and put my phone on silent if you don’t mind. I’ll be in tomorrow,” he said, and did just that.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. She- well, when she took me on, I wasn’t in a great place. So she sort of has this motherly thing about me. It’s usually manageable, but some days it gets in the way,” he told him, downing the rest of his glass and ordering another.
John did his best to turn away from the conversation. It wasn’t his business, but it was hard to ignore hearing most of it with it happening right beside his ear. He looked over at him and shook his head. Taking another swig of his drink he chuckled. “Its alright..I’m surprised Jim has left me alone this long…but he must be busy with someone else…”
in-needofarush started following you
illmakeyournightmaresreal:
in-needofarush:
John looked over at him. “Well..he wasn’t done when you arrived..and I know he’ll be back.”
“I can talk to him if you want?”
John shook his head, looking determined. “I can deal with him…he’s no worse then the real Moriarty. I can handle it.”
Beyond Us || Johnlock Baby AU
sadistsherlock:
in-needofarush:
John frowned slightly and prodded his stomach. “…Well…its the risk I’ll have to take..”
“We don’t have to risk going into public,” he said softly. “We should probably go out more at night.”
John nodded at that, so long as he was allowed to leave the flat..that was enough. “Yes..alright.”
Found You » in-needofarush & sadistsherlock
sadistsherlock:
in-needofarush:
“I’ll forgive you if you get out of here..right now.” He pointed at him and then indicated the door. “I wasn’t given a choice. I didn’t gt to pick.”
Sherlock wanted to argue with the man and make him see his point, but the first day they were back together wouldn’t be a good one for an argument He gave a taut nod before talking to the door. “I’ll have dinner made in my flat if you’d like to join me. We’ll dance away from touch subjects.”
“I’ll be over around seven.” John replied, looking back at his stuff, avoiding the other’s gaze. “And I’d like to tell you…we were. You brought this up.”
jimandsherly:
in-needofarush:
jimandsherly:
in-needofarush:
[John gasped out loud at the sensation, moving his hands down the other’s back and sliding under Sherlock’s shirt.]
-Sherlock presses back on his hands, bending awkwardly to recapture John’s mouth in a fierce kiss-
[John returned it, pressing into it with a groan.]
-Sherlock groans with him, tugging at his trousers.-
[John moved to undo them as much as he could with Sherlock on his lap and while kissing the other fiercely.]
oberonwasking:
in-needofarush:
John was happy to do so, he sat down beside him and curled close. “I..Suppose medicine.”
The demon looked over at him, wrapping an arm around his body. “Medicine? I don’t know much about that.”
“Its my life…I love being a doctor..maybe not for Moriarty..but, yes..I like helping people.”
