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Choice*moves quickly towards you and kisses you violently and passionately*
What do you do?
A) Step back quickly and look affronted.
B) Return the kiss with equal passion.
If option A:
*steps back slowly* I'm sorry. *turns and disappears* *loud noises are heard from the bedroom* *appears 20 minutes later with suitcases bulging* I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding. You will never have to deal with that from me again. Farewell. *bows deeply and shuts front door*
If option B:
*pulls you closer* *things begin intensifying* *leads to happenings of a sort I'd rather not put in print*
Thank you for playing.
Blood and TearsVERY IMPORTANT FOR UNDERSTANDING PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU MOVE ON SERIOUSLY GUYS
A/N: This roleplay might be a little bit hard to read, as it was written originally as a Twitter conversation, but I'll try my best to explain:
The characters are Sherlock and John, and the handle for Sherlock is @SAloyciusH and for John is @JHamishW, but since it was a conversation all of Sherlock's text begins with @JHamishW and all John's text begins with @SAloyciusH. Phew! Confusing, no? If you still can't figure out whose is whose, the sulking is Sherlock and the badassery is John. XD (For an even coarser distinction, spelling: Sherlock; not-as-good spelling: John. Sorry love...)
And now that I've probably made it worse by trying to explain, here is Blood & Tears. Enjoy!
@JHamishW *stands in living room attacking the sofa with the riding crop* *does not acknowledge John's entrance into the room*
@SAloyciusH *stares at Sherlock for a moment then shakes head* Wha-no, never mind I do not want to know. *pic
Hard Day's Night It’s been a hard day’s night
John dragged his feet up the stairs. He’d been called into A&E because of a huge fire that had broken out near Westminster, and because of the sheer number of casualties he’d been forced to work nigh on six hours after he’d already worked a 12-hour day at the hospital.
And I’ve been working like a dog
It wasn’t that John particularly minded working at the hospital, but he wished he’d had more than just two hours between times. He was sure that after all that time, Sherlock would’ve had something else explode in the microwave and he’d have to clean that up as well.
It’s been a hard day’s night
John finally reached the top of the staircase and stumbled into the living room to find Sherlock sitting on the sofa with a plate of toast, watching the news on the telly. Without looking up, Sherlock asked, “So how was it?” John
Come Back, JohnJohn, why did you have to go to Waterford today of all days? You know I need you here, and not just to work on the case… -SH
Because Harry pitched a fit and refuses to talk to anyone else. She’s in her forties for christ’s sake! I haven’t got a clue what’s she upset about but Clara called and that’s why I’m going to Waterford. Trust me, I’d rather be back home than going to deal with my sister… -JW
Bullocks: they’re just trying to take you away from me again. At a guess, Clara confiscated the claret and hid it under the duvet in the guest bedroom. Don’t bother with the mixers. Clear it up fast and come back, please. –SH
How- oh never mind. I’ll be back as quick as I can. I’m not thrilled to be going you know. I think I can hear Harry shouting from the front garden. –JW
Oh lor. Ware the busssshes. Annnd say hi to clarr fr me. –SH luck with claret.
Have you been drinking? Never mind. Oh appa
ExhaustionSherlock slumped down facefirst into the couch, his brain overworked from an intense case he'd received from Lestrade a week ago. He'd been going for a week straight without food or sleep, and even he was looking haggard. –SH
John nudged the prone detective and placed a cup of tea on the table near the couch before sitting down his chair. –JW
Sherlock rolled over with a groan. John looked worried at the sight of the detective's overworked face: bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and loose skin from the weight that he didn't need to lose. "Must I, John?" he grumbled. –SH
"Yes" John gave Sherlock a very serious look and pointed at the cup of tea with absolute authority. "Drink it and I'll not pester you for the rest of the day about eating."-JW
Sherlock attempted to give John a death glare, which backfired with Sherlock's extreme tiredness. He sat up groggily and sipped at his tea. He made a face. "Really, John? Milk?" But he finished his tea without further comment, and, wh
Hearts (postlude) It was 18 months later, and John felt time stop as he watched the dark figure falling from the roof of St. Bart’s hospital. He could feel all his memories returning as the figure dropped in slow motion: all his memories of school, of his family, and most importantly, his memories of Sherlock. He remembered the first conversation they’d had, and the last. He realized Sherlock had always remembered those, throughout the past 18 months that they had been in the same flat. He wondered what it must have been like for him: remembering the conversations and the quarrel while John sat next to him, not remembering a word of it. He wished he’d been able to apologize. He had never wanted to say those awful things to his best friend, and every day in Uni and in Afghanistan he had wished he could take them back. Now it was too late. As he watched the only person he had ever cared for falling to his death, he cried without hope of being heard, “I’m sorry S
Party to MurderI need a cuddle buddy if this cold weather is going to continue. Also I will need lots of tea. Earl Grey tea.
SHERLOCK SHALL JOIN YOU! Except that I'm not entirely sure where you live... XD That Earl Grey should do nicely for you, though.
I can have you and John over sometime. -Lestrade.
Sounds great! -SH
You sound excited. Should I be worried?- JW
Mm, depends on what's in the tea... -SH
I've been wanting to have you two over for quite some time, it'll be fun.-GL
Greg, your definition of fun vastly differs from HIS definition of fun. _JW
Sadly, you do have a point -SH
The gun stays at home.- JW
You are telling me that even your consulting detective wouldn't like a nice quiet evening playing chess? He could bring his violin if he likes.
Oh that might cheer him up. I do have to warn you though he will choose to play whatever he likes. No matter how annoying. But it should keep him from shooting anything.-JW
Maybe I'll invite Anderson... that might keep him oc
Hearts (chapter 8)When John passed by his old Uni colleague Mike Stamford in the park, he had no flash of recognition, nor anything to suggest that John had once known the man. Mike recognized John, however, and called him over. John pretended to recognize him, and indeed he had a vague sense that this was someone familiar. They had a short and rather awkward conversation over coffee, and when John mentioned that he was looking for a flat and a flatmate, Mike perked up.
“You’re the second person to mention needing a flatmate today,” Mike said. “Who was the first?” John asked, a bit interested. “Come on, I’ll take you to meet him,” Mike said cheerily, standing up from where they had been sitting.
The morgue of St. Bartholomew’s hospital was not a place one expected to meet a potential flatmate, but that was exactly where Stamford took John. They passed by a pretty young woman in the hallway and she seemed to cringe at the sight of John, but John didn&
Awkward DreamsSherlock froze, every limb pinned to the hard wooden floor, his mouth astonishingly trapped beneath someone else’s matching lips. He attempted to assess his situation. The individual was exceedingly lanky, and very strong, despite his weight. Sherlock felt the pressure of unusual shoes against his ankles. He tried to deduce whether the person was male or female, but his vision was blocked by skin. He could feel longish hair brushing his forehead, but that didn’t tell him very much. Sherlock closed his eyes resignedly and hoped that the person, whoever they were, would get off soon.
After about a minute and a half of excruciatingly awkward silence and immobility, the figure rolled off of Sherlock. Sherlock immediately propped himself on his elbow to see the mysterious figure that had so incapacitated him. He was confronted with a long, angular man with a peculiar sense of style: a tweed jacket, pinstriped shirt, bowtie, red suspenders just visible under the tweed, pants that
.:Secret Admirer:. DavexReader Pt. 4 "I still feel bad!"
"Dude you just bro punched my arm. It barely even hurt."
"If Dirk found out I even laid my hand on a girl ,he would break my neck. He always told me to never hit a girl."
"Dave. Chill! I'm fine." You chuckle smiling and looking up at the setting sun over the trees.
"It's really peaceful here."
"Isn't it though?" You close your eyes laying back on the deck. For a few moments complete silence fills the air.
"(f/n) can I be honest with you?"
"Of course you can Dave. What is it?" Dave rolls on his side facing you, sitting his head on his hand, elbow on deck.
"Well.... I know who gave you those flowers today."
"You do! Who?" You turn on your side opening your eyes and facing him.
"Promise not to freak out?"
Complete silence. Your face lite up as you stared blankly at Dave. He blushes lightly.
"... i like you. Like, I like like you."
You rolled over on your back staring at the sky. D
The Sky Touchers (Chapter 7)
“Juno, you awake?” Juno stirred and blinked, not wanting to open her eyes. It felt like it had been days since she had slept. Had it all been a dream? Just one wild dream about her growing wings and flying away with a boy she barely knew?
“I’m up…” she whispered.
“Good, c’mon…the sun is coming up.” Juno opened her eyes fully and saw the familiar form of Emmett standing before her. So it wasn’t a dream after all. Juno wasn’t sure if this made her happy or sad. Either way, it was what it was. She remembered flying for a few hours with Emmett before landing in a cave somewhere in the mountains to rest for the evening, but other than that, everything else was a blur.
“Why are we getting up so early?” Juno asked.
“I figured that it might be best to do our flying before the middle of the day.” Emmett said.
“Why? Because it’d be too hot?” Juno joked.
“No, because everyone el
Ultra Violet: Chapter Four
Before every concert we have a tradition where all four of us stand in a circle and compliment each other. Most the time on tour we joke and insult each other - minutes before our set is the only time where we can tell each other things we like about each other and it not be weird.
Decoded was just finishing up. The fans actually really like them, which I guess was good in some ways. I turned around for the circle as the lead singer and girl guitarist lead the others off the wings of the stage. They walked down the stairs, and went to brush past us.
“Hey baby,” I said to the red-head, “You didn’t tell me your name.”
She turned around, raising an eyebrow. “There’s a reason for it, McCloud. I don’t associate with your kind.”
“My kind? As in awesome hot male? Geez, no wonder why you’re so uptight.”
The girl sneered, turning on her heel and marching away. The boys laughed, and Andi patted my shoulder. I turned back to
Ultra Violet: Chapter One
“So your latest album True Colours came out just last week and already it’s number one in over 37 different countries!” The perky interviewer gushed, batting her eyelashes straight at me, “How does that feel?”
“We can’t describe the feeling. Our fans are so loyal and we can’t thank them enough!” I replied automatically. It feels a little scripted now, because I’ve said it basically a thousand times. But it’s the truth.
My bandmates nodded. We sat in a radio room, big microphones jutting out at us. We were live, with almost all of Australia tuning in to listen to Nova.FM interview the biggest boyband to come out of Australia. Maybe the biggest boyband in the world. Well, that’s what numerous articles say about Ultra Violet.
“And you came back from a big european tour,” the interviewer added, “I bet that was a blast! How long do you have until you jet off to the states?”
See With Blind Eyes Chapter 17_____ Name/last name/nickname.
(s/n) Sister’s name
The front door suddenly swung open, and was forcefully shut. You heard rustling from several bags, as well someone panting and huffing, it was your mother.
”Mom? Are you okay?” You called from upstairs.
”Honey, don’t open the window up there! There’s a blizzard outside!”
”A blizzard?” Jack said confused. He walked towards the window, and looked outside. There was snow running down rapidly, making it very difficult to see.
”Jesus christ.. What happened to you, buddy?” Jack said quietly to himself.
”It started with near blizzard conditions and 25 mile per hour winds, the storm dump more than one to two feet of snow in Pennsylvania, as well as Maryland, and even Delaware. The weather reporter, who’s comfortably indoors, says that it won’t stop snowing till in a few days...and now suggests that you should all stay indoors. Bastard.. ”
Ultra Violet: Chapter Three
The weekend went too fast. Suddenly me and my bandmates were sitting in the Qantas Club, waiting for our private jet to fly in to take us to New York. Ethan and Andi were on the laptops and eating up the free wifi by playing multiple YouTube movies as well as updating their Twitter accounts. Ashley was texting his girlfriend Madison, and I made to the refreshments table, piling the food up on my plate so when I join Ethan and Andi, I won’t have to keep replenishing my stash.
“What’s going on?” I asked, sitting down next to Andi and nearly spilling the apple juice. I placed the plate on the bench, taking one of the brownies from the top. Andi snatched one.
“I started a game of Five Nights at Freddy’s.” Andi reported, before I took my plate and moved next to Ethan. I don’t like to admit it but I’m weak when it comes to horror films or games. When I was 7 I saw the music video for Michael Jackson’s Thriller and spent a whole mont
Ultra Violet: Chapter Two
The boys and I spent the next day driving around the suburbs of Melbourne, hanging around our old friends from school. We were careful not to get too close to the CBD of Melbourne, but our security was always on speed dial.
We were in Ethan’s car - his old car which always had the ‘check engine’ light on which he covered with one of those stickers from an apple. We wanted to blend in a bit. The car had chip and lollies wrapped strewn over the floor, and he even had one of those old cassette players. We cranked AC/DC at top volume. Our other friends were in another car, throwing red gummy bears at us. It was an old tradition - each of us had a different coloured gummy bear. Whenever we saw each other on the road, we had to throw a gummy bear so the other knew who was around.
We had to give Ethan the green gummy bears so he wouldn’t eat any - he hates green gummy bears. We would throw some gummy bears back but the gummy bears have been in the car so long that they
Thorin's son pt.4"Bilbo! I can't believe you let four young hobbits plus yourself near the furnaces!" Ella lectured her son as Bilbo,Frodo,Samwise,Merry & Pippin were being lead by both the queen and king to their son's bathroom."It was not Bilbo's fault we gave him the puppy eyes" Samwise jumped to the older hobbit's deffense.
"Be that as it may Bilbo should of knew better!" Ella said sternly as they arrived at the thirty-seven yearold's bedroom and the ginger left to give the boys privacy.But Thorin stayed he had a few words to say (expecially since he looked around and spotted that stupid ring he thought he told the Hobbit to destroy or get rid of on the mantal!) so when they all entered the bathroom bilbo got the bath ready as the fauntlings got their filthy clothes off (Pippin had trouble getting his shirt off so he needed help). "Bilbo-" Thorin started but was cut off by said male with a groan. "I Know I know it was stupid! but I got ganged up on! they wa
Hearts (chapter 7)After leaving medical school, John joined the army as a medic. After four years he was sent to Afghanistan, which was a living hell. John saw friends gunned down beside him while he lay helpless in a trench. He saw many young soldiers that he was unable to save because they had lost so much blood. A young woman that he had thought he had loved was killed while John watched. And still he survived. Something kept him going and kept him from harm. One day while his company was in the trenches, shooting and being shot, John was yelling at a friend to get down when he himself was shot in the shoulder. He remembered very little of that afternoon, except that everyone else died save one young man who inexpertly attempted to help take care of the wound. The few weeks went by with John hardly noticing a thing. When he finally emerged from his quasi-comatose state, he could remember almost nothing except that last battle. He could recite his mother’s phone number and street address, he cou
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