yourdearestwatson said: "So how long have you been doing.. What you're doing?" (CALLBOY AU FOR REASONS)

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

skullandridingcrop:

skullandridingcrop:

"Selling my body? You can say it John." The boy shrugged. "About two years, although more frequently in the last year."

 

Sherlock clutched tightly to the covers. He was engulfed in things that smelled like John and it was comforting. He curled up against John, leaning into the touch and already beginning to drift off. He’d be content to sleep here for the night. He felt safe. 

Needing the sleep himself, he allowed Sherlock to wrap around him like a little octopus and drifted off there in bed with his clothes still on. He could always take them off after he woke up and showered. For now, he was with his lover and he was happy.

Sherlock awoke a few hours later, completely disoriented for a few frightened moments until he realised where he was. He rolled over and buried his head under the pillow. His body ached and his head was spinning and he could definitely do with a shower. He let out a muffled groan. “Why am I here?”

John was the first one up, checking wounds and dressing them without waking Sherlock. He always had steady hands and was very quiet. When the boy did awaken, John had already showered, dressed and fixed them both a breakfast before returning so that Sherlock wouldn’t be alone when he opened his eyes. “You came here on your own free will. You’re hurt and coming down from a high.” John’s voice was calm and very quiet so he wouldn’t hurt Sherlocks head more than it was already hurting.  ”Shower’s open when you’re ready to leave. I also fixed you breakfast that I must insist you eat.”

travelersinthedark:

yourdearestwatson:

travelersinthedark:

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"I use humor to hide the fact that I am constantly in pain and probably dying."

"Charming."

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"You don’t get to tell me how to cope, Doctor."

"I don’t recall doing so, Steve. You’re defending yourself too quickly there."

travelersinthedark:

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"I use humor to hide the fact that I am constantly in pain and probably dying."

"Charming."

yourdearestwatson said: "So how long have you been doing.. What you're doing?" (CALLBOY AU FOR REASONS)

skullandridingcrop:

skullandridingcrop:

"Selling my body? You can say it John." The boy shrugged. "About two years, although more frequently in the last year."

 

Sherlock clutched tightly to the covers. He was engulfed in things that smelled like John and it was comforting. He curled up against John, leaning into the touch and already beginning to drift off. He’d be content to sleep here for the night. He felt safe. 

Needing the sleep himself, he allowed Sherlock to wrap around him like a little octopus and drifted off there in bed with his clothes still on. He could always take them off after he woke up and showered. For now, he was with his lover and he was happy.

yourdearestwatson said: "So how long have you been doing.. What you're doing?" (CALLBOY AU FOR REASONS)

skullandridingcrop:

skullandridingcrop:

"Selling my body? You can say it John." The boy shrugged. "About two years, although more frequently in the last year."

 

Sherlock saw a few clients over the next few days. None of them he wanted to see — they didn’t make him feel as good as John could — but they paid enough for what Sherlock did want. Being high with clients made it easier sometimes, if only for a little while. One of his regulars even preferred it when he was and paid extra for being a little rougher with him.

Sherlock tugged his jacket tighter around him, trying to stop the shivering, collar popped up to hide the marks on his neck. He was starting to come down from the effects of the drugs and he just wanted to go home and curl up and try to sleep through the worst of it. He was hardly paying attention to where he was going until he was standing in front of John’s door. 

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here. I didn’t mean to… I just…"

John had been numb, working through the days that he didn’t see or hear from Sherlock. He worked himself to the point where he was tired and out of sorts and had to take a few days off. 

It certainly surprised John when he drug himself out of bed to find Sherlock at the door, barely being able to stand still or focus on his face. John automatically forgot why he was even mad at Sherlock and took him into his room, sat Sherlock on the bed and looked into his eyes and unzipped the boy’s jacket and sighed at the mark on his neck and his arms. There were bruises everywhere and it was quite evident that one of Sherlock’s clients had abused him while he was in this state. Carefully, John laid the boy down and covered him, he was freezing. There was nothing really John could do, maybe make the boy tea an just be with him; but he was high. Sherlock clearly made the choice. Nevertheless, John covered him up and boiled water for him and sat next to him, petting curls back out of his sweating face. God, how he loved this boy. How he wanted to care for him forever and show him the love he needed. 

John laid beside him and shut his eyes with a sigh. It could never happen. 

queenofheartsonthesleeve:

Did you know that beekeepers have famously attractive eyes ? Every single one of them . I don’t know the science behind it , but studies show beauty is in the eye of the bee holder . 

skullandridingcrop:

ausmetallen:

goldenheartedrose:

 

High up on my inner thigh. I’m thinking some sort of sexual act. I mean. I can’t think of many other ways that kind of thing would happen.

Everywhere. Literally everywhere.

My birthmark is a tiny spot on my armpit….

Mine is on my shoulder, might have been shot. 

PUT NSFW HEADCANONS IN MY ASK

sachimo:

i hate when i’m too comfortable around someone because then my brain thinks its ok to act weird but even then i end up being too weird

Imagine your OTP getting into a heated argument and person A accidentally confesses their love for person B out of frustration



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