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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am in LOVE with the thought of Jim being with John! It's so wrong it's right!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jim smirked as he watched John and Sherlock argue for the fifth time in the past two days. They were not a couple anymore. John was moving out and Jim was prepared for him. He laughed and smiled a little as he skipped to the door of his own flat to open the door to a semi surprised John. John then did the unthinkable and smiled, he SMILED, at the consulting criminal and nodded as Jim prattled on about the flat and everything he could find to talk about. He showed John his room and gasped when John had him pinned to the door the moment he set his bags down. "Johnny boy.. What's this all about?" Jim asked with a smile, he knew but he wanted John to say.
"I... love... you... not Sherlock. I never loved him, I just needed your attention first and then a major fight. It was easy enough.." John smiled at Jim as he leaned in and kissed him lightly.
Jim smiled more as he kissed him back and wrapped his arms around his John as he mumured against his new lover's lips," Was that you asking me out Johnny boy?"
The other smiled and nodded with a quiet moan as he wrapped his arms around Jim's slim frame. Jim smirked and bit John's lip," My answer is yes. I never realized you were playing hard to get Johnny otherwise I wouldn't have strapped that bomb to you... I do apologize for that..."
John shrugged," It's the past and it was needed. I have you now.. That's what I wanted."
Jim giggled slightly and pushed John back until they landed on the bed.
~~~ while I'm sure that if I tried I could manage writing the scene that enfolds I don't particularily want to and I don't think I could handle people ragging on me for a horrible sex scene. IMAGINE IT! Or just make them grope each other... I really don't care. Sorry, author's note. Back to the story~~~
##The Next Morning##
John smiled as he smelled the now familiar scent of Jim Moriarty and groaned as feeling returned to him. He was covered in bites, Jim was vicious in bed that was for sure, but he was proud to be marked as someone's.
Jim smirked as he watched John and Sherlock argue for the fifth time in the past two days. They were not a couple anymore. John was moving out and Jim was prepared for him. He laughed and smiled a little as he skipped to the door of his own flat to open the door to a semi surprised John. John then did the unthinkable and smiled, he SMILED, at the consulting criminal and nodded as Jim prattled on about the flat and everything he could find to talk about. He showed John his room and gasped when John had him pinned to the door the moment he set his bags down. "Johnny boy.. What's this all about?" Jim asked with a smile, he knew but he wanted John to say.
"I... love... you... not Sherlock. I never loved him, I just needed your attention first and then a major fight. It was easy enough.." John smiled at Jim as he leaned in and kissed him lightly.
Jim smiled more as he kissed him back and wrapped his arms around his John as he mumured against his new lover's lips," Was that you asking me out Johnny boy?"
The other smiled and nodded with a quiet moan as he wrapped his arms around Jim's slim frame. Jim smirked and bit John's lip," My answer is yes. I never realized you were playing hard to get Johnny otherwise I wouldn't have strapped that bomb to you... I do apologize for that..."
John shrugged," It's the past and it was needed. I have you now.. That's what I wanted."
Jim giggled slightly and pushed John back until they landed on the bed.
~~~ while I'm sure that if I tried I could manage writing the scene that enfolds I don't particularily want to and I don't think I could handle people ragging on me for a horrible sex scene. IMAGINE IT! Or just make them grope each other... I really don't care. Sorry, author's note. Back to the story~~~
##The Next Morning##
John smiled as he smelled the now familiar scent of Jim Moriarty and groaned as feeling returned to him. He was covered in bites, Jim was vicious in bed that was for sure, but he was proud to be marked as someone's.
Bullies
I got this off another fellow deviant by the name of Evertoseer. (quote her:) After all, let's face it, bullying is an outdated, barbaric practice. If you are being bullied remember this. Your bully has no life. They feel small, insignificant and so insecure with themselves that they bully others and point out the faults of others so that they may have some purpose in life, even if that purpose is something that will be looked down upon.
Dear Bullies,
The boy you punched in the hall today, Committed suicide a few min ago.
That girl you called a slut in class today, she's a virgin.
The boy you called lame, He has to work every night to sup
Hiding...
I am ever so good at hiding my
emotions
facial expressions,
but not how my heart is feeling...
No never do I hide my heart's feelings
as they are so important
but sometimes
just sometimes
they are so
overwhelming
and so painful
that I want it all to end.
My heart is what brings me to tears now
I am listening to my heart,
not my mind...
It's hell sometimes
and I can feel the heart ache...
I must stay strong,
I have to hide myself...
Hiding is safe...
Our night and our morning...
Dedication: my dearest one, she knows who she is... and she was first to read this so there...
The morning and the night are a perfect pair. So alike yet so different are our morning and our night.... Our day is here to bring us a feeling of new beginnings and our night is there to prove that the beginnings are indeed real. Our beautiful night is always there to hold us at morning's end. Morning is there to awaken us and show us that night is to be gone for the time but that it will be back. Dawn and dusk are when night and morning may meet for a few fleeting moments, the saddest part of the day but our night and our morning will be together
Snip Snip and Chop Chop...
And I feel evil.. Hehe... Nothing bad mind you but to a specific person I may as well have gone on a killing spree. I cut my hair about two inches, an inch longer than compromised, but meh.. IT HAD TO BE DONE! I hate my band jacket eating my hair and it's a pain in the arse. Sorry love, I tried to not cut it but I had to.... And a bwahaha.. If you've read this my love I have not cut my hair rahter I have lead you on a ruse and am now smirking at my computer screen as I imagine your horrified and then angered look. My day has been made yet again. Sorry dearest... I had to. *skips off laughing*
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