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I’m John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Three years in Afghanistan, a veteran of Kandahar, Helmand, and Bart’s bloody Hospital.  Let me examine this body.

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Reblog if you’ll PUBLICLY answer anything in your ask right now.

By the way, who taught you how to dance?

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tripsupstairs asked:

Elizabeth approached the dirty blonde in her cute spring dress. "You’re cute." She said, slightly shyly.

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"Not so bad yourself." John said with a smile.

"Oh thank you. Erm…" She looked at her phone for the note of her new address. "223 Baker street? I hope it’s not out of your way." 

"Oh that’s actually close, I’m at 221 Baker Street, it’s a nice little area, many things happen around there," John nodded, "plus i know my way around other there."

"Oh, fantastic!" She said. "Lead the way. Are there any especially romantic areas?" Elizabeth wanted to see London, especially at night. She heard it was enchanting.

"I don’t know the best romantic areas, but I do know some good restaurants that could be considered somewhat romantic though, my job tends to interfere with dates or meet-ups," John paused for thought, "make that second job, though I will tell you that the nightlife can be quite lively." he said starting to walk.

She eagerly followed the man, trying not to trip over her own feet (she does that a lot). His posture was amazingly perfect. Probably military, she thought. Her posture was just as straight, but she was trained in ballet and thus got it from there. “So are you taking me to dinner then?” She looked at him with hopeful eyes. ‘His eyes are gorgeous’… She shouldn’t have been so attracted to someone she just met.

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tripsupstairs:

"That’s very kind of you. If I wouldn’t be too much of a bother, I’d like to stay out of the hospital. They’ll ask me lots of questions that I don’t really want to answer. Might get myself into trouble that way. Killing people isn’t really something they approve of." Elizabeth was smiling, but not only because John was so generous. Sherlock was single! She took a bite of the bagel. It felt good to have something in her stomach, and also a place to recover.

"You can leave me here with Sherlock. I’m sure I’ll be alright, and I don’t want you to miss work because of me. You two have to pay the rent, and you’ll surely be missed at the office." She opened her arms for a light hug, and then turned to the sleeping Sherlock.

"We might want to wake him up. Sleeping that way can’t be comfortable, and I’m sure he’ll want to talk with me. I’d like to know him a little better… OH! I’m not sure if I told you my name last night. It’s Elizabeth."

John returned her hug and stood up nodding. “Elizabeth is it? Well, you rest up and I don’t care what trouble you’re in, I’m not about to let anyone get to you.” He smiled, sounding certain. Turning he made his way to Sherlock and hit his leg gently with the back of his hand. “Sherlock,” The detective jumped, looking around for a moment before looking up at the doctor. “I’m headed to work, I’ll be done at 3 so you can rest when I get home, ok?” He questioned. 

Sherlock didn’t say anything, instead he just let his head rest on the back of the chair, a pleading, tired look in his eyes. A look that screamed Please John, I’m tired, can’t you call in? I don’t know what to do with an injured woman. 

A look that was so aptly returned with a look of John’s. One that only chuckled and screamed, Haha, nope! 

Sherlock rolled his eyes and rolled his head, eyes closing again. “Come on Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson will be up soon anyway with tea. If Elizabeth needs to go to the toilet, be mindful of her stitches, too much moving can hurt her. If something happens, call me and I’ll head home.” he turned and made for the bathroom. He took a quick shower and toweled off before coming out in his work clothes. When he did and found Sherlock sitting there, eyes closed again he gave the detective’s knee a whack. “Come on, for someone who doesn’t eat food you sure as hell need a lot of sleep.” He laughed, teasing. 

"Eat my excrement." Sherlock muttered before pulling himself up, sitting normally. He looked at Elizabeth and forced a smile. "Good…whatever." 

"Don’t be rude." John walked to the door, putting his shoes on. Sherlock looked after him and whispered mockingly. 

"Yes mummy.” He pushed himself to his feet and stretched, ignoring his shirt as it came untucked from his trousers. He certainly didn’t care right now. 

Elizabeth may have been having some doubts about Sherlock’s competence as a ‘nurse’ per say, but like John said, he’s a real sod on the outside, so maybe he’ll show this true colors. She did raise an eyebrow at the forced smile.

"Should I address you as Mr. Holmes or would you prefer Sherlock?" She asked as he turned to face her. "My name’s Elizabeth, by the way. John told me you’ve had a run in with the black lotus too. They were the ones who sent that assassin." She paused."I… I’m very grateful to have gone here and been helped by you and Dr. Watson. The blood saved my life, but sorry about your experiment…" She paused. "Do you suppose you could play the violin for me after you’ve rested? I guess you stayed up with me and didn’t get much sleep. You know, you didn’t have to. 

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Also;

OMGOMGOMGOMG KAWAIIIII

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sherlockspeare:

Predatory

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I’m John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Three years in Afghanistan, a veteran of Kandahar, Helmand, and Bart’s bloody Hospital.  Let me examine this body.

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naturallybohemian:

This motivated me to study. Thanks tiny cactus.

THE TINY CACTUS IS BACK

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naturallybohemian:

This motivated me to study. Thanks tiny cactus.

THE TINY CACTUS IS BACK

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archiaart:

"It’s an experiment…"
I reached 6000 followers a while ago. You are all awesome and lovely, and this is from me to youuuuuu ♥

archiaart:

"It’s an experiment…"

I reached 6000 followers a while ago. You are all awesome and lovely, and this is from me to youuuuuu ♥

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iriarty:

my Captain owo

iriarty:

my Captain owo

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shady-brain-farm:

Teenlock AU where Sherlock has a big crush on John but Sherlock’s a quiet, slightly rude nerd who hates the rugby team, and John’s the popular captain of the rugby team who only knows Sherlock as “that one boy who hates us” but has never even noticed him keeps me young.

OMG I OVE THAT ONE! I’m pretty sure I know the story.

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tripsupstairs asked:

Elizabeth approached the dirty blonde in her cute spring dress. "You’re cute." She said, slightly shyly.

johnhbwatson:

tripsupstairs:

johnhbwatson:

"Not so bad yourself." John said with a smile.

"Oh thank you. Erm…" She looked at her phone for the note of her new address. "223 Baker street? I hope it’s not out of your way." 

"Oh that’s actually close, I’m at 221 Baker Street, it’s a nice little area, many things happen around there," John nodded, "plus i know my way around other there."

"Oh, fantastic!" She said. "Lead the way. Are there any especially romantic areas?" Elizabeth wanted to see London, especially at night. She heard it was enchanting.