amaristhewolf:
notyoursnifferdog:
amaristhewolf replied to your post: .
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT OMFG KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Pfffffft, calm down there sparky xD
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH AMARIS MISSES HER SHERLY!?
I’M SORRY
SHERLY IS SORRY
AND I AM SORRY
I FEEL SO BAD FOR ABANDONING HIM
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amaristhewolf replied to your post: .
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT OMFG KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Pfffffft, calm down there sparky xD
Out for a walk
amaristhewolf:
Hmm… wonder who I’ll bump into tonight.
“Hey,” he calls out, seeing what appears to be a white dog passing by him. He could swear he’s seen it somewhere.. but where? He makes a calling sound, holding his hand out, palm out to it. He had no idea who he is, where he is, or why he doesn’t remember anything. But this white dog is the first thing he’s seen since he woke up in that place that feels even remotely familiar. Maybe she’s got a collar on, and he can go to the address and see if the people know who he is. “Come here girl.”
amaristhewolf:
notyoursnifferdog:
amaristhewolf:
Oops…
Amaris…
Sorry… You normally don’t look at your mail anyways…
If you were hungry, why didn’t you just say so? I would have fed you.
Another Reunion // Shekirk
Sherlock had been genuinely surprised that Jim had actually responded to his text message. He’d been ignoring them for so long, Sherlock had figured he’d dumped the phone because it was traceable. And with him being on the run and all, it was a feasible conclusion.
A few hours, he said. Sherlock, a little bit nervous and excited, had decided that perhaps his flat was a bit.. messy. So he took it upon himself to straighten things up. Most of it going into the trash, because he deemed it either unneeded, unusable, or random.
Sherlock wouldn’t normally clean, for anyone. But he hadn’t seen Jim in months, and.. he’s happy that Jim’s come to see him. He’s missed him a lot more then he thought.
You know who I miss?
oldfashionedwatson:
John looks the man in the eyes expecting a long rant about how Sherlock loves him in a platonic manor. That the night they shared was a mistake and so on and so fourth. Only to find his lips crushed against the other man’s and their bodies flush together, everything in his head says no but everything in his heart says yes. Wrapping his arms around the man he fists his hand into the black curls and only makes the kiss deep with his hand around the man’s waist.
Fingers clawed at the man to hold on and not let him go as he kissed him, glad he could only taste nicotine on his lips. Though the hot smoky kiss couldn’t stop the man from letting a tear of two fall, he’d worked himself up for so long with no way of release and this just now had broken his poker face and to be honest John didn’t care, he wanted Sherlock to see just how much he could affect the doctor.
Sherlock had been scared, that John was going to shove him away, and accuse him of just using him, and manipulating his feelings. But it’s a whole weight off his shoulders when he kisses back, the hand in his hair, the arm around his waist. He knows that it’s permission, and he takes it, taking steps forward, pushing John back as he goes, until he shoves him back against the wall, without breaking the kiss to even breathe.
He moves the hand on his shoulder down to his waist, pinning John against the wall to keep him from moving. The other hand moves up, busying itself in the dark brown locks as Sherlock nips at the doctor’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, wanting to deepen the kiss even further.
