BBC Sherlock: In Bed"I'm dying, John!" Sherlock whined, looking at his flatmate like a sad puppy.BBC Sherlock: In Bed2 years ago in Humor More Like This
John rolled his eyes.
"No, you're not. You've just got a cold," he explained patiently, pointing his finger at Sherlock to show who was to blame for the whole situation. "I told you not to run around the flat barefooted and only in your dressing gown!"
Sherlock sneezed loudly three times in a row and then huffed with annoyance.
"My head is pounding, I can't think!" He protested while wrinkling his nose in indignation.
John sighed heavily.
"No wonder, you have a high fever. Just stay in bed and wait till the medicines I gave you will kick in."
"I won't, staying in bed is boring!" Sherlock stated defiantly, sat up and folded his arms on his chest.
"Sherlock, lie down!" A note of warning could be heard in John's voice. He used that tone to his most problematic patients at the hospital.
"No!" Holmes pouted like a stubborn child, ostentatiously not looking at John.
"Lie. Down." John repeated more force
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
-Johnlock- Let's have a baby!Sherlock hummed a made up tune. His fingers tapped together as though it were a dance, his brilliant blue eyes darting back and forth across the room. He looked at the clock again. It has been half a minute since he last checked it.-Johnlock- Let's have a baby!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He hummed again, not quite aware of the pace in which his fingers tapped together. A sigh of relief escaped him. John had come home.
"Lets have a baby."
John dropped the tea cup he had been holding. "Excuse me wh what was that?"
"A baby, John." Sherlock hissed in his best 'don't be an idiot' voice. "Let's have a baby!"
"Sherlock why would we we, by the way yes, two men have a baby together? We're not even dating, let alone gay! Or.. are we? Are you is the better question. Are you gay? Sherlock, since when have you been gay? And wait does this mean that you like like me "
"John, you're lowering my IQ. Shut up."
John glared at Sherlock
all because of one sheet (Johnlock)"John?"all because of one sheet (Johnlock)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
"Would you please shut up, Sherlock?"
"I'm right, am I not?"
"Damn, no, Sherlock! You aren't right! And I don't like this experiment very much! I'm begging you, put on some clothes!"
"Why do you think it's an experiment, John? I'm just looking for my sheet, but I can't find it. Maybe Mrs. Hudson put it away..."
"Yeah, maybe." John grumbled. "Go and ask her!"
Sherlock's Excuse To Get CuddlesJohn Watson was woken up by someone sliding into his bed with him and wrapping their slender arms around his waist, pressing against his back. At first, he wanted to push away and ask who decided they could get in his bed without his permission. But since he was too tired to do that option, he let the intruder cuddle close. He had always been a sap for cuddling, anyways. Even if he didn't let anyone know. Even if this could be Moriarty about to kill him. He was just too damn tired to do anything about it. Living with Sherlock Holmes really put a strain on John's life. So he could enjoy these few moments with however decided to come into his room and cuddle him, if only for a while, until Sherlock did something stupid or woke him up to complain that he was bored.Sherlock's Excuse To Get Cuddles2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He felt soft hair against the back of his neck and a nose on his shoulder blade. It was nice, and John, sleepy and disoriented, enjoyed spooning with whoever this was. He pushed against the bed intruder slightly, bringin
Sleepwalker. [Johnlock Oneshot.]John awoke to a soft rattling from downstairs, his eyes feeling heavy as he forced them opened. He'd just gotten to sleep not even a few hours ago and he'd thought Sherlock had gone to sleep aswell, but apparently not. Getting from his bed, he slipped on his robe and tying it loosely around his abdomen, letting it hang off his shirtless frame. "For Gods sake." He murmured, blinking slowly as he descended down the stairs and looked around for the sound which was getting louder and louder. It sounded like a rustle and then a small thump, over and over. "Sherlock?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the empty living room. "Are you awake?" He added shortly after but no sound was returned other then the rustling. Concern growing, John shifted silently and turned to the kitchen to see Sherlock standing there with the fridge open, mumbling quietly to himself.Sleepwalker. [Johnlock Oneshot.]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mm.. Morning tea .." He groaned as John came closer.
"Sherlock, what are you..?" He began before cutting himself off. The
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe
Tongue in CitrusTongue in Citrus3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock hated cologne. And perfume for that matter. He found it all fascinating, certainly–what one wished to smell like could only serve to further reflect not only one's personality, but also their insecurities–but he still hated it. He hated how everyone who wore it only seemed to reek of conformity (ironic considering that they were all trying to set themselves apart), of constantly trying to be perfect and smell "nice." And the fact that it obviously didn't work made it quite clear to him that they were all idiots.
But John was different. John never wore cologne or perfume, and it was only on the days that he spent the evening with one of his girlfriends that he smelled any different than usual. Sherlock hated those nights that John would come home smelling like fake watermelon, pungent roses, or an unnatural sweaty musk that smelled like a perfume department doubling as a gym. It made perfect sense for John not to wear any as he had a perfectly lovely scent that didn
ForeverJohn was sitting in his arm chair, reading the paper as rain hit the window on the other side of the room. He felt eyes on him. He could feel the stares but he didn't dare look up. He was mad. Ferrous even. Mad that he had done this to him. Mad that he had left him alone for three bloody years.Forever3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mad that he loved him after it was all said and done.
"John..?" Sherlock's voice was barely audible being just above a whisper.
John ignored him.
"John? Please..." Sherlock sounded pitiful.
John turned the page to the paper. He was going to make Sherlock suffer as long as he could. He was alone for three years. He was depressed, alone, and pissed all that time. Depressed his best friend had killed himself. Alone in the world he didn't want to be in anymore. Pissed that Sherlock had done this to him.
Sherlock stood and moved over to John, snatching the paper out of his hands.
"Listen to me..." He begged, his eyes sad and a little annoyed.
"Give me the pap
Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff"Sorry Sir, we can't let you past here."Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't worry, he's with me."
Sherlock reached out and lifted the the crime scene tape for me to duck under. I nodded a thanks and followed him across the street to the house in question. We were working with new recruits, people who had only heard rumours of Sherlock's genius, and a few looks were tossed our way as we entered the building.
I followed him closely, and we ascending the stairs, although Sherlock had more of a skip in his step than I did, so I lagged behind. He entered the room, and was already throwing around conclusions and analysis results before I entered the room.
Watching him work continued to be a source of amazement for me. You would have thought that eventually watching his mind work would have become monotonous, but yet I stood back and watched as he checked under every surface and observed every possible conclusion to the case. He certainly was a great specimen. He faced Mycroft and gave him his conclusions, which even ha
Awkward Affection :Johnlock:Awkward AffectionsAwkward Affection :Johnlock:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have heard time and time again how Sherlock is incapable of affection, sometimes even from the man himself. When discussing things like love and affection Sherlock looks at it in an analytical, apathetic, way. He sees no use in feeling such things that would be a distraction.
Or so he says.
But I know the truth.
For a while I believed what everyone was saying, until something happened. Well, it would actually be inaccurate to say just one thing happened, rather it was a gradual increase in small 'somethings' that made me realize they were all wrong.
First it was a smile here and there that Sherlock would only give me and no one else. Then came random times when Sherlock would play songs he knew I liked on his violin when we were sitting at home wasting time. Neither act was provoked by be, to my knowledge, yet they began to happen more and more frequently.
Then came physical affection, or Sherlock's version of it. Again it was subtle at first, and even now after al
Welcome Home - Johnlock.Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send.Welcome Home - Johnlock.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text.
His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied.
A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. SH'
'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? JW."
'Outside a pub. Two blocks from 221B. SH'
'Why can't you get a cab? JW'
'None of them will take me, john. SH'
'No wonder! Everyone thinks you're dead! JW'
'That's not why! I may be slightly intoxicated. SH'
John sighed. Only Sherlock. He hadn't even explained how he had jumped off a building in front of him and som
SickJohn stirred when he heard the bathroom door close... Again. ‘Poor thing’ John thought, sliding out of bed, ‘that’s the fourth time today’. Sherlock had the flu, and a right nasty one at that. John had wondered for a moment if he should put a drip on Sherlock since the detective was often too weak to sit up and grab the water himself and John still had work. He went into Sherlock’s room to grab his mug and fill it with fresh water. Sherlock didn’t like anyone seeing him weak, not even his flatmate, so John waited until he was sure Sherlock wouldn’t mind John coming in to take care of him. Ninety seconds later, John heard the loo go and Sherlock slumping against the wall. Time to get the man and put him back in bed. John knocked on the bathroom door before sliding it open, trying to be careful not to hit Sherlock. He wordlessly handed the cup to Sherlock and sat down on the edge of the tub.Sick1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Just kill me now.” Sherlock murmured
JohnLock: A Hedgehog For John"Sherlock?" John came stamping into the living room that morning, very unhappily looking for Sherlock. Who, for some reason, always seemed to be the source of John's frustration in the morning.JohnLock: A Hedgehog For John2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hm…?" He didn't even look up from his microscope as the disgruntled doctor walked in, but acknowledged his existence nonetheless.
"Were you in my bedroom last night?" John asked accusingly.
Sherlock looked up, "It seems like your deducting skills have improved, but to answer your question I was for a moment, yes. Why do you ask?"
"I was just curious about why, when I woke up, there was several pictures of hedgehogs on my bedside table facing me. Was that you?" John asked more than slightly irritated.
"Yes it was."
He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, "Why did you put pictures of hedgehogs on my table?"
"I take back what I said about your skills." He mumbled under his breath, "I was giving you hints."
"About what? What could you be h
A Songfic Request - JohnlockBarbie GirlA Songfic Request - Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm a barbie girl. In a barbie world!"
"Life in plastic, it's fantastic!"
"You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere!"
"Imagination, life is your creation!"
"Come on Barbie, let's go party!"
"John please stop that nonsense."
"But Sherly, it's the best song EVER!!!"
"John, you're drunk."
"No I'm not, even ask the pink elephant over there."
"You're drunk. Look you just threw up. Are you alright?"
"There's too much blood in my alcohol system."
"I can see that John. Come on let's get you to bed."
"Mine all yours baby."
"Our bed John."
"Oh yeah. Oh, hey Sherlock."
"What is it John?"
"I put the STD in STUD, all I need is U."
"You're never drinking this much again John. Here we go. There, you're nice and snug in bed."
"Sherly, can I just say something?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Social Experiment- A Johnlock FanfictionJohn had always considered Sherlock's oddness as a given, but the word received a new meaning one cold February morning. Sherlock had sat at his laptop since, and quite probably long before John had awoken, and had stared blindly at his laptop, the homepage of his website- The Science of Deduction- glowing faintly on the screen.Social Experiment- A Johnlock Fanfiction2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every so often he would mutter something that John couldn't make out and his left leg would nervously bounce up and down a few times before coming to a rest again.
When John touched his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him and offer him some tea, Sherlock leapt to his feet and snapped his laptop shut; though it still displayed only his homepage.
John decided to leave Sherlock to his musings and go for a stroll. London was always lovely and foggy this time of year, and they had run out of milk. Sherlock never bothered to buy any, even when John texted him about it. Then again, Sherlock never bothered to buy anything.
John stood in front of the mirror that hung ab
The Question12:13The Question3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You still haven't given me an answer.
An answer to what?
Don't play the fool.
I'm not playing anything.
So you are a fool?
It's a fair question.
It is not, you tosser.
You can answer "No". I won't be offended.
Answer "No" to what?
Really John, we went over this yesterday afternoon.
I was at work yesterday afternoon!
Not my fault you weren't listening.
I don't have super-human hearing!
Would you just ask me again?
You know I dislike repeating myself.
Well I can't answer if you don't ask.
But I've already asked.
Keep this up and I'll just answer "No" to end the conversation.
That's unfortunate. It makes perfectly logical sense.
What makes logical sense?
-Johnlock- The taste of jamSherlock's ears perked at the rather.. distracting noise that came from John.-Johnlock- The taste of jam3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Scrape. Crunch, crunch, crunch. "Mmmff."
Sherlock's ears were virgins no more.
The detective admired John from over his newspaper. For the past minute or so John had been delighted in having a good cup of tea and biting into his jam toast. Sherlock watched as he took another bite. John practically radiated ecstasy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, eyelids fluttering closed and his mouth full with the delicious sweetness that was strawberry jam. He munched some more. Sherlock licked his lips.
"Nnnnmph." John groaned, spoiling himself with another bite.
Sherlock shook his head, looking away to anywhere but John. His high cheeks burned with the gentle ghost of a soft blush. He heard another moan of pleasure. Sherlock nearly died.
"John.. if you would please stop that, I would be most grateful."
"S'op whaa'?" John inquired with his mouth full. At the sight of Sherlock cringing,
ExperimentSherlock was laying on the couch, presumably thinking, possibly asleep. John hardly ever had a chance to sit there himself, as Sherlock was always occupying it. John eyed him for a moment, and then something snapped and he decided to go ahead with the impulse he’d been secretly fighting. He came and stood over him minute before letting his knee rest next to Sherlock’s leg and leaning across with his arm on the back of the couch. Sherlock didn’t move, so he continued to climb on top of him.Experiment3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“John, what are you doing?” Sherlock asked lazily without opening his eyes.
“Experiment,” he replied cheekily.
“Really?” Sherlock’s voice dripped sarcasm.
“You’re not the only one who does experiments on his flat-mate.” John said matter-of-factly, settling himself along Sherlock’s full length and letting his head come to rest over Sherlock’s heart a
Johnlock - Bored to bedJohn sighed deeply and looked at the mess in the flat. Sherlock had been extremely bored lately. Not even one single case for over three weeks and John was starting to feel worried for his friend. Sherlock's new morning routine was to just walk across the room, making a pile of paper fall to the floor, and curling up like a grumpy cat in the sofa. But today was different. It was nearly noon, and no sign of Sherlock.Johnlock - Bored to bed2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John walked across the papers scattered around the room and found himself standing in front of the big door to Sherlock's bedroom. He knocked on it ever so gently with his knuckles.
"Sherlock, are you alright?" he called out. From the other side of the door, he heard a mumbling answer. He sighed once again and let the door slide open.
"Sherlock, are you planning to spend the whole day in bed, or what?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Sherlock, who was lying on his side facing away from John, turned his head with his eyes still tightly closed.
"Stop bothering me,
Wings-for-dreams~ Someone to Lean onWings-for-dreams~ Someone to Lean on2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John set down his tea before looking out the window, it was a foggy day in London, but thankfully it was warm in 221B. Leaning against the frame John studied the people who walked by and wondered what their lives were like. A woman carrying Christmas gifts for her children, had been saving up for several months to get them judging by her smile. A man sat down on a bench and rubbed his hands together, had lost his job but was headed to an interview today, he was excited. As John watched the people walk past he wondered what would he be doing right now if he was one of those people. What would he be doing if he hadn’t met Sherlock? Hobbling around London for as long as possible before having to move back in with Harry, he probably wouldn’t have lasted eight months.
“Eleven and a half, you’re stronger than that.” The dark-haired detective said approaching the doctor from behind.
“Gee thanks.” John murmured. Sherlock slid his hands around John
Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap TellySherlock and Moriarty watch crap Telly2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap telly
"Stockholm syndrome, that's why" stated Moriarty flatly. He let his legs dangle over the couch arm and leaned into Sherlock, who was sitting with his knees up to his chin and hands wrapped around his legs. "She didn't know she was kidnapped, so that doesn't apply." Sherlock rolled his eyes and huffed.
"It's textbook Sherlock, whether she knows she was kidnapped or not is irrelevant, she has all the symptoms. Don't be boring." Moriarty leaned back and let the back of his head rest on Sherlock's boney shoulder.
"You just won't admit you're wrong, name calling will get you nowhere."
"Johns home." Moriarty stated without taking his eyes off the telly.
John came stomping up the stairs and flung open the door. "Sherlock I swear this better be an emergency you can't keep-" John stumbled back at the sight in front of him. Sherlock and Moriarty were on the sofa (neither bothered to even look up as John entered) with the telly moved to the c
Meeting Mummy1:27Meeting Mummy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Can you buy some rat poison?
I want to make cookies
With rat poison?
Yes. They're a gift.
Oh. I'm not letting you poison Donovan.
They aren't for Donovan.
Not letting you poison Anderson
Not for him either.
Took you long enough.
Third time's a charm.
Has nothing to do with charm. It's process of elimination.
Figure of speech Sherlock.
Why do you want to poison Mycroft?
Do I need a reason to poison my brother?
He told Mummy about us.
Oh. Is that a problem?
Yes. Now she wants to meet you.
And that's a problem because?
Do you fancy spending a weekend with a cross between Mycroft and Ms Hudson?
She's your mother.
Her biological relation to me doesn't make her less irritating.
Maybe not but you can't ignore you're mother.
And what about the re
-Johnlock- Lost without my milkHe was a fool to believe that Sherlock would ever feel the same for him. It had been a kiss a quick spur of weakness led by naivety. John groaned, head bowed in embarrassment. How could he have done something so stupid? He didn't expect Sherlock to hate him now no, the man wasn't shallow after all. However, John would bet for any amount of money that Sherlock's respect for him had just fallen drastically.-Johnlock- Lost without my milk3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John groaned again. That was worse than hate. Why did he have to be so cliché?
Bleep. John jumped, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Stop wallowing in self pity. Need milk. SH.
John growled. He decided to text back.
Get it yourself. Why did you text me? You're in the other room. JW.
I believe the question is: why did you text me back? A little hypocritical don't you think? Get milk. SH.
"God dammit, Sherlock!" A very agitated John hissed. He burst through his bedroom door and thundered down the stairs, only to be greeted by a nonc