John stared at his laptop as it took its sweet time turning on. He sighed softly, tapping a random rhythm against it with his fingers. Finally the locked page lit up and he pecked out his password, smiling when it unlocked his desktop. He laid back against the headboard of his bed as he waited for chrome to load onto his tumblr. He pulled up a bag of crisps and started eating some slowly as he typed in his login. He had just brought a crisp up to his mouth when his tumblr dash popped up. The crisp dropped from his hand as he saw he had an ask. He quickly picked it up again as if someone was watching him. He held it in his hand, staring at the ask like it was some mythical creature likely to be scared away. He shook his head to clear it before stuffing the chip in his mouth to empty his hand so he could click on the ask. He held his breath as it loaded, convinced that it was just spam. It was anonymous but it wasn't spam. He read it quickly, before realizing he didn't really read it at all in his excited nervousness. He took a deep breath and read it again slowly this time.

Anonymous asked you:

I have come to the conclusion that your blog is actually worthy of recognition. It's not often that I feel this way, so you understand. Though, this in no way means you are not an idiot like most people on here, but you seem to have potential. I have hope yet for humanity.

He couldn't help the almost violent laughter that emerged from inside of him. It was supposed to be a compliment, he thought. It was definitely an interesting way of giving one. He shook his head lightly, wondering how he was supposed to respond to that. He typed out a response and deleted it several times. He huffed lightly, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He ran a hand through his short blond hair. It shouldn't be this difficult. He sighed and finally typed out a respond and hit post before he could rethink it.

bonds-companion:

Anonymous asked you:

I have come to the conclusion that your blog is actually worthy of recognition. It's not often that I feel this way, so you understand. Though, this in no way means you are not an idiot like most people on here, but you seem to have potential. I have hope yet for humanity.

Um. Thank you. I think. That was probably the most roundabout compliment I've ever received, but it was a compliment nonetheless, so I appreciate it. You're my first ask actually, so ta for that or congrats or something like that. And I'm sorry you don't see much hope for humanity. I think we've got our issues, but we're alright really.

John chewed his lip a bit after he clicked the publish button. He shook his head, deciding it was too late to change anything now. He didn't know why he was acting like such a child. It was just a compliment. Other people got them all the time and he was convinced they didn't act like he did each time they got one. He was curious, however, about the anon. They were definitely unique, he had to give them that.

Deciding to end the obsessing, he went back to his dash and started his daily scrolling. He got caught up in the scrolling. He laughed at the amusing posts and assured himself that he absolutely did not even come near crying at some of the more emotional posts. He held a completely neutral face as he read through the more smutty posts and was proud of his ability not to blush. He reblogged his favorite posts and liked those that didn't quite make it to that level. It felt like he was online for a few minutes, well maybe an hour, when he glanced at the clock and realized it had been several hours and now he was going to be late in meeting up with a mate. He shut his laptop without closing out, not wanting to lose where he was on his dash, and quickly grabbed his keys and wallet before calling out to his mum and then leaving.

Sherlock refreshed the blog of 'bonds-companion' several time in waiting for a reply. He wasn't sure why he cared if he got one, but decided it was merely because he wanted to see if he, because Sherlock was sure he was male, going by his blog, would show to be cliché in his reply. Finally he saw the post. An eyebrow rose as he read it. It was meant to be a compliment, he didn't see how that could ever have been questioned. He barely had to think about the response before typing out another ask and hitting send.

I don't think the way the compliment is given matters as long as it's obvious it's a compliment which I thought it was. And if that was your first ask then I rescind my other statement, my faith in humanity is as low as ever. Though I wouldn't want you to get a big head either.

Anonymous

Sherlock waited and waited, continuing to refresh his browser. It was annoying that the boy didn't reply right away, but Sherlock was convinced he was probably far down his dash and likely not expecting a response seeing as he'd only got one ask before, not used to getting them. He finally pushed his laptop back on the desk as if it offended him.

He stood up and paced the room, thoughts roaming over 'bonds-companion'. His own blog was mostly science, including some from other blogs, but mostly from his own experiments and knowledge. It wasn't a very popular blog, but he didn't care. He usually didn't like fandom blogs. They were annoying and people seemed to 'ship' anything that breathed, or didn't breathe for that matter. But John's blog wasn't just fandom, he added his own personal posts so Sherlock could see bits into his life. He knew John had a sister who was an alcoholic and a father he didn't get along with (Sherlock deduced that his father was abusive, but rarely ever home as of late). Along with the facts of bonds-companion's life, Sherlock was able to see into his personality by the rest of the posts, the variety of fandom posts, the funny posts, the interesting facts and even a small amount of animals that Sherlock assumed were seen as cute. He liked how enlightening the blog was, and the more he saw of bonds-companion's blog the more intrigued he was, which was usually reversed in most cases.

Sherlock was too far into his mind to notice anyone enter his room, only snapping out of it when he heard the voice. He turned to face the sound and raised an eyebrow at Molly, not having actually heard what she said, though it was likely a greeting.

Molly blushed a bit, "Your brother sent me up, said you weren't busy. I thought we'd get started on our project…" She said, shifting her feet a bit.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. He knew the way Molly's mind worked, or mostly anyway. He was actually lucky she was always his partner for projects. She understood him a bit better than others and was less annoying. "Of course you did. You always want to start the projects right away. I told you the first time you agreed to partner with me that I could finish the project myself and you'd have nothing to worry about."

Molly bit her lip and shrugged, always a bit intimidated by Sherlock but trying not to let it show. "I don't want to make you do that. Plus I feel like I learn better by actually doing some of the work." She said, speaking quietly and not quite making eye contact with Sherlock.

Silence fell over them for a moment as Sherlock watched her without surprise before shrugging. "Fine. Take a seat wherever. I'll get my bag." He murmured before leaving the room to get his schoolbag that he haphazardly dropped as he entered the house as usual. He found it next to the door before heading back up, sighing. He didn't want to do schoolwork. They had two weeks before the assignment was due. He could do it in an hour before it was due, but of course he realized quickly that she would never wait that long seeing as waiting gave her anxiety.

He slowly trekked up the stairs, trying to think of ways to put off the project before he made it to his room, only to drop his bag again and roll his eyes at the sight of Molly glancing at his tumblr page, well actually bonds-companion's blog. "Having fun?" He asked watching the amusing yet predictable image of Molly jumping and turning around. "Sorry! I.. I didn't mean to.. but you have a tumblr?! Is that yours?" She asked, sounding both embarrassed and strangely excited.

Rolling his eyes once again, he shook his head. "No. That's not mine." He leaned over her shoulder and typed in his own blog. "That is mine." He said, turning a bit to watch her as she leaned over excitedly and started scrolling down. "Oh..." She said quietly.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow slightly, knowing it wasn't what she hoped for. "You couldn't have expected anything else, really." He muttered, sighing softly. Molly smiled a bit. "No. I guess not. I mean, you're not really the type. Though I'm still impressed that you have one at all. And it's fascinating really. Do you mind if I follow you?" She asked, glancing at Sherlock long enough to get his nod before taking over Sherlock's computer to log into her own blog, expertly finding Sherlock's and following it. "So. Onlyconsultingstudentdetective?" She asked with a smile. "I like it. It's unique and … very you, actually."

Sherlock leaned forward again, brushing Molly's hand aside almost rudely in order to see Molly's blog, ignoring her own reaction. "Obvious. Childish." He muttered, as he scrolled through her blog, seeing many posts of animated movies and animals along with people rights sort of things. He noticed there weren't any personal posts, but then she was a very private person even on an anonymous site. He moved away to give her back her space, ignoring her disappointed expression. "You think?" She asked softly, to which Sherlock ignored in favor of grabbing his bag and moving over to the bed. "Are you going to continue pouting over your blog or are you going to start the project like you seemed so desperate to do earlier?" He asked brusquely as he pulled out the needed notebook and pencil.

Molly stared at the computer screen for a moment longer before logging out and going over to join Sherlock on the bed so they could get started.