johnhwatson_'s conversations

deducings

2 days ago

; hot

johnhwatson_

4 days ago

/ i feel like american culture has slipped into british culture and RUINED the cinema experience. spiderman was good though despite that all

holmessocio

Jul 19

( pre-relationship! )
          
          sherlock threw himself down in the courtyard, book bag narrowly avoiding hitting john's legs. his movements were sharp and jerky, and he threw himself back against the crisp grass with enough force to create a ' whooshing ' sound. possibly he was being dramatic, and possibly interrupting whatever studying john had been attempting to cram in before their next round of classes was a tad immature. but john was already smarter than the rest of the idiots in those classes, and sherlock had always  had a bit of a flare for dramatics. "not a fan of your current associate," sherlock drawled, the usual term for john's seemingly endless array of girlfriends. he blinked up at the sun peaking out between the gray clouds in the sky, half-wincing against the sudden intrusion, but too stubborn to readjust and risk facing john head-on. "i hope this one lasts less time than the boring education student."

holmessocio

Jul 09

/ here to say i love your doctor who board on pinterest , it's so magical

holmessocio

Jul 08

/ finally here
          
          sherlock slumped further down onto the floor, the backs of his legs practically sticking straight up against the edge of his bed, squinting at the case file he'd bullied one of the detective inspectors at scotland yard into giving him. the orange glow of the dorm room was standard, but his squinting was less so. after several long moments of growing frustration, sherlock snarled and jumped to his feet, finally sliding the wiry, dark gray glasses from his desk drawer onto his face. his circumstances improved immediately, and he groaned, pushing up the sleeves of his dark green jumper to his elbows as he peered over the file again. sherlock supposed he'd have some sort of incompetency to balance things out, but the vision issues were new and extremely irritating. it took being coerced and repeatedly threatened by mycroft before sherlock went to the eye appointment, complaining and insulting his brother all the while. certainly enough, he'd failed half the eye tests and was prescribed glasses. he'd managed to hide it from john over the past couple weeks, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

adleranalysis

Jun 25

"come hither, watson." irene's voice was a subtle drawl from only a few feet away, green eyes bright in the dim courtyard. it was beginning to rain, a soft drizzle that was smudging the sharp point of her catlike eyeliner, though the young woman appeared utterly indifferent. she curled her pointer finger, inviting john into her personal space.

holmessocio

Jun 21

/ as suggested…
          
          sherlock reeked of cigarette smoke. frankly, he’d smelled more and more of smoke every day this week, hiding behind the humanities building with irene adler and swapping cigarettes with different levels of tar. his fingers twitched for possibly a more lethal substance — perhaps seven percent more hazardous — but for now, he resisted the pull. though without any cases from scotland yard and the growing tension between himself and john, it was only a matter of time. he unlocked the door of their shared dorm room, nearly midnight, only making it one step inside before his blood ran cold. everything tipped him off immediately — the smell, the low light, the disheveled sheets, and john himself. sherlock paid no mind to the girl in bed — forgettable, already deleted — but narrowed his eyes at the blond boy. “my mistake,” he drawled, each word dripping with condescension. he blew past john’s bed, swiping a pack of cigarettes from under the skull of his desk. papers and textbooks and trinkets were scattered across the surface, and he lashed out, each falling onto the floor in a rush with the sound of shattering glass. he turned on his heel and stormed out of the dorm with a brisk stride, door slamming shut behind him.

john saw that he touched a nerve when he mentioned sherlocks parents, maybe he would have met them one day if the two would stay friends but from this conversation, john doubted that. john exhaled through his nose sharply when sherlock got defensive, “snap judgements? right.” he huffed and rolled his eyes, “you never minded my input on cases, just when it comes to try figuring out why you’re like this?” john scoffed, glaring up at sherlock trying to figure out what was going through his head. john couldn’t stop his features from softening when he heard sherlock tell him to leave. he didn’t think he would have done that. he’d hope for a fight, or for them to agree it was stupid and to move on with their lives as friends. he watched sherlock turn and his brain didn’t know how to respond. “sherlock-“ he frowned and reached for his wrist but decided against it just as he went to grab it, letting his hand fall to his side. “if you truly want to give up on this friendship then fine. god forbid i don’t want to lose you as a friend but you’ve made the decision already.” john stood in the alley, looking at sherlock. the cold wind bit at him despite it not being that bitter, but now he stood alone it felt worse. “i guess i’ll see you around campus then,” he muttered, trying not to let himself feel too heartbroken, after all sherlock did warn him about behaving like this but he never thought it would happen to him. john gave a short nod before pushing past him and going back to the dorm to grab his phone and checking mary had got the hint to leave. he glanced back at the room and frowned before heading to greg’s dorm to crash for the foreseeable.

/ do you want to continue or shall we move on to a week or so after when john finds sherlock crying in the dark?

Jun 25 • Reply