I believe in Sherlock Holmes
The Notes of Captain John Hamish Watson
John Watson. Ex Army Doctor. Blogger. Bartender. Mercenary. I'm fighting His war.

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WARNING: THIS BLOG IS TRIGGERING. PLEASE INFORM ME IF YOU NEED ME TO NOT MENTION A SPECIFIC TRIGGERING ITEM AND I WILL REFRAIN FROM DOING SO.
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(On Hiatus at the moment, but selectively RPing based on muse.)
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Independent RP blog, but will RP with anyone. MV. If not Rping with a Sherlock, all Rps are set during Sherlock's hiatus. Can get NSFW.
Apr

kingmycroft:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

"Because I think it would be a crime for me to wrinkle that suit of yours." John murmurs, settling down on the counter with a cup of coffee.

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"Ah, you could always come and remove them if you’re so inclined."

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Raising an eyebrow and taking another long sip of his drink, John replies, “Please tell me your brother showed up and spiked your morning tea. I’d love to record this.” He grins into his mug.

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kingmycroft:

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"My lap is open for a reason, John.
               Why aren’t you in it?”

"Because I think it would be a crime for me to wrinkle that suit of yours." John murmurs, settling down on the counter with a cup of coffee.

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sniffing:

when you’re starving and a friend offers you a piece of their food

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hisloyalbloggerjw said:
‘Angst please.’ MEME
shallnotdisappoint replied:

(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

John’s face contorts into a pained expression as bad memories impede his thoughts.

 He doesn’t want to think about all of the things his father had him take part in.

Not today.

Not today.

With the pillow he now removed between them few minutes later, he reached for John’s hand, noticing as John’s facial expression showed more than his own words could. Slowly, he pressed his forehead against his, murmuring things in rather affectionate and caring tone until he fell quiet yet still awake.

John relaxes at Sherlock’s words just as how the other relaxed to his own a while ago.

John holds Sherlock’s hand close to his chest, right against his heart, fingers over Sherlock’s pulse point.

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hisloyalbloggerjw said:
‘Angst please.’ MEME
shallnotdisappoint replied:

(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

"I had nightmares too." John whispers curling up a bit, back to Sherlock. "I didn’t want you to go through yours on your own."

His breath is starting to even out, John fading a bit.

He really should have listened to Sherlock.

"I am aware of that. Hence the suggestion of holding hands." It’s not as if he can sleep at all, but was able to. He was simply hoping that it’ll bring the same effect to John.

After drinking more than necessary, he placed the cap back on and put it on the ground. His throat felt like burning and his mind swept away some of his thoughts, keeping it almost empty. It wasn’t a good idea to make him drink, but at the time, it seemed that it’ll be helpful for him.

Turning back to John, he already saw the boy already asleep. He’ll just wake him up in a few minutes. Lying back to bed, his remained on John’s, simply staring at him.

John’s face contorts into a pained expression as bad memories impede his thoughts.

 He doesn’t want to think about all of the things his father had him take part in.

Not today.

Not today.

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hisloyalbloggerjw said:
‘Angst please.’ MEME
shallnotdisappoint replied:

(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

"If I let you do that then I risk punching you in my sleep. I can’t take naps. They just make me more tired."

Sherlock scoffed. “This is why at times you should listen to me when I tell you to sleep.” He brought the scotch to his lips and began to drink.

"I had nightmares too." John whispers curling up a bit, back to Sherlock. "I didn’t want you to go through yours on your own."

His breath is starting to even out, John fading a bit.

He really should have listened to Sherlock.

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Apr
hisloyalbloggerjw said:
‘Angst please.’ MEME
shallnotdisappoint replied:

(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

"I don’t want you getting drunk while I’m out. Just have a little bit to ease your nerves and then give it to me. I’ve been dying for a drink." John yawns, looking like he’s about to fall asleep.

"I’m not going to end up drunk." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "And if you drink, won’t you fall asleep?" It only a few hours before John’s class would start. "Why don’t you just take a nap and I’ll wake you after a few minutes." He twisted the cap off the bottle.

"If I let you do that then I risk punching you in my sleep. I can’t take naps. They just make me more tired."

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Apr
hisloyalbloggerjw said:
‘Angst please.’ MEME
shallnotdisappoint replied:

(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

shallnotdisappoint:

Quietly, he eyed the bottle of scotch. “You didn’t sleep. You know you need it for today, John.”

"I’ll be fine. I’ve gone longer without sleep. Besides, you needed me." John mumbles, eyes shutting a moment.

Sherlock hummed. “I’m alright.” What’s the point of this anyway? “I’ll drink once you’re out of the room. Don’t skip your class nor your work. Also, don’t forget to have breakfast.”

"I don’t want you getting drunk while I’m out. Just have a little bit to ease your nerves and then give it to me. I’ve been dying for a drink." John yawns, looking like he’s about to fall asleep.

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