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PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION FIRST! “Mrs. Hudson, you're a saint. I'll be eternally grateful.” “Oh, no fuss, dear. It's just a couple of teabags, isn't it?” John's expression showed that they were more than just teabags to him, but he stayed silent. Today has been extremely tiring for him – he and Joan wanted to enjoy a pleasant evening out, but during their absence, Sherlock and Mr. Holmes (come think of it, he'd never gotten to know his name) had a discussion/childish banter with the extensive use of objects thrown at one another. When Joan left, John attempted to patronize Sherlock with one of his usual speeches

It all started on one September afternoon. John and Sherlock had been living together for quite some time now, and the detective had gotten used to the various females that appeared around their flat now and then – John's girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, patients, relatives of patients, and basically every other girl within a half mile. However, he could sense that this time, it was something different. She didn't seem as if she was John's love interest; they seemed to be on more of a casual basis, so it could be easily assumed that they were colleagues. “Sherlock, this is Joan...” John said, leading her into the living room t

John Watson's Emotional Kinks Emotionally dependable. If he were younger, he'd grow a fringe of his blond hair to cover his eyes. Thankfully, he is not getting any younger. And that fact (For at the present time, his fringe would probably be cut aslant and dyed black) is definitely an advantage. Thanks to that, doctor John Watson is able to look like a decent bloke. Every other day, he was this composed, heavenly patient guy, usually sporting cable-knit jumpers, now extremely popular among skinny teenagers; while in solitude he grew melancholic and deeply experienced... blah, blah, blah. Anyway, translating it to John-ish, the doctor

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST! -~- "A party?" "Yes! Well, you see, my boyfriend Ron is turning nineteen this Friday, and to celebrate, he's hosting a party on Saturday. He asked me to invite as many people as possible, and naturally, I immediately thought of you! How could I not, after all? So, what is your answer?" All of this was thrown out of Lizzie's mouth at incredible speed, so it took me a while to register what she was saying. "Excuse me?" I asked. "Could you repeat that again, please? And... a little slower?" "Geez, Ciel!" she breathed out heavily through her nose. "Why does it take you so long to take things in?" Elizabet