John Watson

Just some bloke who blogs about the most interesting and perhaps bizarre man he will ever know • MDNI • Written by Freddie

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

John Watson RP account! (Trying to bring my boy back)

-literate
-sassy doctor
-bisexual boy

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RT?

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@HighSociopath //Oof no, fuck those people!! 🥺 good luck friend, I hope it gets better

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@AvoidingSamarra “Oh dear, better hide the guns and ammunition then.” A quick smile as his eyes go back to the newspaper, flicking the page.

“It’s Sunday morning, Sherlock. Can’t you just enjoy the peace and quiet?” Silly question really.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@Holmes2Purple —made of lava.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

It’s been a few days now since Sherlock got out of hospital after the Culverton Smith debacle.

Since John had kicked the living shit out of him.

Rosie’s with Mrs H downstairs and John’s lingering at the door to 221B, guilt burrowing into his soul. He can’t even bring himself—

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@Holmes2Purple —then again, he deserved it.

The doctor makes himself busy with tea, a mug for both of them despite Sherlock’s protest. It’s habit. Even after all this time.

Finally, he can’t escape it any longer and tea in front of them, he slowly lowers himself into his chair as if it’s—

[alice 🐈‍⬛✨ @smollsherl]

If you care

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@Holmes2Purple —flat, a place that once felt like home now not dissimilar to enemy territory on the front lines.

“Tea?” He needed something to distract the ache in his knuckles.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@Holmes2Purple A short, sharp, humourless laugh echoes around the flat, the doctor’s hands clenching by his sides.

“Yeah, no, how could I sleep, when—?” For a moment, he squeezes his eyes closed, exhaling slowly. “How’s the pain?”

His voice is tight and he dares to take another step into the—

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@Holmes2Purple —hurt any less.

Eyes falling on Sherlock as he comes into view, the doctor’s face creased with a permanent frown. The bruises were more green and yellow now but they still looked tender. When he closed his eyes, he could hear the bone beneath his fist or the sound of his kicks.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

@Holmes2Purple —and towards Sherlock’s bedroom.

“I, uh… wanted to come see how you were feeling— Healing up.” He was in the dog house with all of their friends - even imaginary Mary had given him the cold shoulder since that day.

John deserved it, he knew that, but that didn’t make it —

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

Right. Because this family’s never put me in danger before.

Oh, right. Well, maybe you ought to take a holiday, Mycroft. Can’t run the country if you give yourself a heart attack.

[𝓜𝓗. @ReptilianHolmes]

It's for your own safety.

Ha! That would be nice. I'd like some sightseeing, too. No, it was the Middle East if you must know.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

Yeah, everything’s classified with you.

Anywhere nice? Little trip to the Bahamas?

[𝓜𝓗. @ReptilianHolmes]

I'm afraid that's classified. However, it was overseas.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

Thanks, I’ve been practicing.

Ah, must have been the coffee machine then. Seriously though, what sort of ‘field work’ is the British government doing that he can’t palm off to someone else?

[𝓜𝓗. @ReptilianHolmes]

Ha. Very amusing, Doctor Watson.

No, unfortunately not, that would've been easier.

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

“Shooting—“ there was that Watson anger burning on his face as he stomped over and held his hand out. “You were shooting the ceiling— my floor, you absolute maniac! While i was in my room! Give me the gun!”

[𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑠 (parody) @HighSociopath]

Pausing, gun still in hand, he turned his head towards John, face like a scolded dog, except his eyes were alight with mischief.

"...Shooting flies?"

[John Watson @LoyalWatson]

And by field work, did you walk from your desk to the cooler?

[𝓜𝓗. @ReptilianHolmes]

Back from "field work".