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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.Forever10 months 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 depre
The end?"I never thought we would die like this." John Watson sighs sadly, lying on the floor of their living-room on 221b Baker street. "It's so silly."The end?8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock Holmes is sitting next to his friend, looking outside the window. The metal grey sky together with the big blue star give the oppressive taste of reality, which looks absolutely surreal.
"I've been never interested in Solar System and now I am going to die because of the planet. What an irony." Sherlock's eyes slip down at John's face.
The ex-army doctor chuckles and shifts himself into a more comfortable position by putting his head on the detective's knees. &
Case of the Dead: Omegle Part 3 (not block)Stranger: Sherlock followed John out of the cab and waited for him to unlock the door. "You know," Sherlock said behind him as he wrestled with the lock, "I was this close to fucking you in that cab..."Case of the Dead: Omegle Part 3 (not block)11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You: "Never thought to hear you talk dirty," John said, fumbing with the keys. He finally grabbed the right one and shoved the door open
Stranger: As John closed the door behind him, instead of climbing the stairs, Sherlock pushed him, hard, against the door, his leg between John's.
Stranger: "Never?" Sherlock sent shivers down John's spine.
You: "Not really," John groaned, one leg wrapping around Sherlock's. "Never seemed your area."
Str
Watson LockedJohn looked so cute. So peaceful as he slept, his arms crossed over his stomach, his mouth opened just slightly ajar, his breathing deep and gentle, one in a while swallowing and taking a deep, long breath. Sherlock never knew someone could look so at peace. He almost had second thoughts of waking the peaceful solider. But yet, he needed him... Needed to hear him speak, needed to have him hold him, needed to have John's warm lips brush his forehead with a kiss.Watson Locked1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, Sherlock entered the room.
"John?" He asked softly, still unsure about waking him. "John?" He asked a little louder.
He knew John was a heavy sleeper... But still. He walked
ExperimentJohn?Experiment11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
-SH
Yes Sherlock?
-JW
I need you to come get me...
-SH
They won't let me leave.
-SH
Why not? What did you do?!
-JW
Nothing!!
-SH
I'm too drunk.
-SH
Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
-JW
John please...
-SH
Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
-JW
Stop laughing...
-SH
The pub on the corner right?
-JW
Yes...
-SH
Would you stop laughing at me? :(
-SH
After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
-SH
I'm almost there.
-JW
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John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him sta
Can I Kiss You, SherlockJohn traced his thumb against Sherlock's lively pink lip, looking deep into the detective's blue/gray, mysterious eyes. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss this man, he didn't even know! His heart started pounding, hard, against his chest, fighting to get out.Can I Kiss You, Sherlock11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't see any damage, Sherlock..." John muttered, his thumb still skimming that delicate lip.
"Keep looking." Sherlock urged. "I know there must be something wrong with it! It hurts..."
Sometimes Sherlock made this face. It reminded John so much of a helpless little kid, and it was adorable. John's heart stopped as Sherlock's eyes looked so helplessly into his own, and he gasped light
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.9 months 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."
Morning LipsGood morning you." John said cheerfully as he walked out of the kitchen to see Sherlock slumped in his armchair, his feet dangling over the edge and his head propped up on his hand.Morning Lips1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hummm?" Sherlock asked, raising his head just enough to look at John. "Oh, Good morn-"
John came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Sherlock, shocked, sat up a little more and watched as John went over and sat down in the chair across from Sherlock. John smiled, noticing he was staring.
"You okay?" John asked beaming.
"You just..." Sherlock began, then stopped mid-sentence and touched his cheek with his fingertips, smiling. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah. Perfect
Looks StunningWith John still in the hospital, it was tediously boring and quiet in the flat. It was back to the way it was before John walked into Sherlocks life, and Sherlock hated it. Sherlock never noticed how much he needed John to be with him. He knew that he couldn't live without him, but he never really knew how much it would hurt. Sherlock paced the flat, looking for something to do. Nothing.Looks Stunning1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, then towards his bedroom. John's door was slightly opened, unclosed from the rush of the ambulance getting him out of the flat, and Sherlock close behind in a cab. He paused, staring at the door and slowly pushed it
Amor elementalSoy elemental de fuego, pues mi alma arde cuando te veo.Amor elemental1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soy elemental de agua, pues mi mente fluye cuando te siento.
Soy elemental de tierra, pues en mi crece vida cuando te tengo cerca.
Soy elemtal de viento, pues me haces volar cuando te pienso.
Soy elemental de luz, pues me iluminas cuando te tengo delante.
Soy elemental de sombra, pues me siento debil cuando te siento lejos.
Soy elemental de planta, pues nacen rosas en mi ser cuando te noto.
Soy elemental de psique, pues mi mente se revoluciona cuando te recuerdo.
Soy elemental de magma, pues mi alma erupciona cuando te contemplo.
Soy elemental de virus, pues enfermo cuando te
16: Fireplace: JohnLock"Sherlock... I think I told you more than once."16: Fireplace: JohnLock3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
- "Yeah, you did..."
"And you did it again?"
- ".... yes."
John looked a bit angry at Sherlock. He tried to inflame the wood in the fireplace with chemicals. With CHEMICALS which could explode if mixed wrong.
"You should be glad that it didn´t explode, you idiot...! I told you not to do that again! What if you mixed too much and it blew up!?" John growled at him.
Sherlock looked down on the floor. "I am very sorry, John... please forgive me..." he whispered. He expected some more anger from his beloved John, but he hugged him instead.
"I don´t want to lose you, Sherly. Not again
Cheating"I'm so bored!" Sherlock sighed and slumped into his armchair.Cheating1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
John has been gone for three days now and Sherlock hasn't even got a text from him. Should he text him? Would calling him be out of the question? Was he over thinking this?
Sherlock pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number, placing it to his ear. It rang three times, and then John's voice picked up.
"Sherlock? Hi!" He was giggling.
"Oh, John! You're soooooo strong!" Some woman's voice purred faintly.
"Oh stop!" John giggled again, away from the phone.
"John?" Sherlock asked, his heart racing from anger and hurt.
John laughed a little. "Emmmm… Sherlock I…
Sherlock and John's accidental kiss!Sherlock and John's accidental kiss!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He got up from his armchair suddenly and started pacing around the room. Sherlock then, while still pacing, ripped off his six nicotine patches.
"John? John! Get me seven nicotine patches. NOW!"
John was in the cramped kitchen, emptying the mouldy food out of the fridge…and dismembered fingers and toes were somewhere amongst the disgusting contents.
"H-hang on! Let me just-urgh-put this outside in the bin!"
Sherlock immediately strode into the room, took the bulging bin bag from John and opened the window over the bins. Angrily, he shoved the bin bag out the window and it landed with a thump into the bed of other putrid rubbish
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.6: Angel: JohnLock5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you want to know it?" he replied with a questionmark above his head.
"...I´m just curious."
"Ok... well, I don´t really believe in them. No one ever saw an angel and there´s no proof that they exist. You know, I´m a scientist. I just "believe" in something which can be proofed" Sherlock explained.
John didn´t answer, he just nodded and continued to write his blog.
Four years later, Sherlock DID believe in one angel - the one named John.
John wasn´t in the flat, so Sherlock was able to prepare everything.
The flat was tidied up and clean
A Pirates life for me?"Now you stay right there, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson admonished him as he sat down in the living room. "John! Bring your medical bag, hurry, please."A Pirates life for me?11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Quick stepping, John came in from his bedroom, his black leather medical bag (compliments of Sherlock on Boxing Day) in his hands. Sherlock sat on the couch holding a bloody handkerchief to his left cheek.
"What happened here?" John lifted Sherlock's chin to better view his face. On his left cheek a gash was bleeding profusely. John immediately took a sterile gauze wipe and applied direct pressure to the wound.
"What have you been up to Sherlock? Mrs. Hudson can you get me a basin of hot water a
Oneword: PatternOneword: Pattern1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John winced on behalf of Sherlock as they approached the crime scene; the smell of rot was ripe throughout the lobby, the voices of several panicked guests echoed around the giant aquarium centerpiece where the body had been dumped, and the walls and carpet were covered in clashing textures which would make even a mute sick. John reached out to steady Sherlock's mind, though the well-controlled Sentinal hardly needed it. He was already focusing in on the relevant details and assessing the situation. John was swept up in his excitement for something new and interesting, but what exactly it was, John would have to wait and see.
The guests were
Once Again Chapter 4Once Again Chapter 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Since Loki had joined breakfast, the room had become deadly silent. If Loki noticed, he didn't seem to mind. Clint cleaned the table and was about to leave when Tony called out to Steve.
"Hey Cap, can you bring Loki out for a tour of the tower now?" Tony wiggled his eyebrows dramatically at Steve. The hidden message was clear, Tony wanted a meeting without Loki around to listen.
"Why me-"Steve stopped when Tony mouthed the words "just go".
"Fine." Steve grumbled. If anyone else went with Loki they'd probably end up chucking him off the ninety-third floor. "Come on Loki."
Loki swallowed the last of his waffles and looked up. "You were talk
221B Baker Street"Sherlock..." John moaned, his head feeling like it was about to explode.221B Baker Street1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
John lay in his bed, a cold sweat running down his face. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew all he wanted was death... That, and Sherlock.
"Sherlock." John called in a weak, raspy, moaning voice. "Please..."
The door to his room opened and Sherlock froze as he saw his lover, sweating, crying from pain, his skin a ghostly pale, almost transparent, and his eyes were sunken into his skull. Sherlock has never seen John so... Depressed... Upset... Helpless. Sherlock walked over, carefully, to John's bed and sat down next to him. Sherlock took the back of his head
CondomsJohn bent down to examine a box of tea when he felt a hand on his shoulder. A long, dramatic sigh sounded above him.Condoms9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Get bored of people watching out front, Sherlock?" John asked, giving Sherlock a glance up for a second before turning back to the tea.
"Yep. Everyone is so booooring!" Sherlock said dramatically, throwing his head back.
"I'm sorry we're all so boring to you," John mused, shooting him an angry glance.
John stood and sighed, rubbing his knee. He threw the tea in his basket and started down the aisle, listening to Sherlock follow him.
"Oh, don't be like that, John. You know you're not quiet as boring as everyone else," Sher
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 1 Of 2Sherlock: The Drunken Truth 1 Of 26 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter One: Bored Again
"BORED!"
Sherlock screamed at the top of his lungs, I barely looked up at him from my laptop screen. I was still angry with him from yesterday when he decide to call me at three in the morning and tell me he was kidnaped and dying, causing me to wake up frantic to get to him and realize he just wanted to use my phone. He honest to god just wanted to use my phone to send a text and me that he knew I would have ever had come if he just asked to us my phone.
"John, I'm bored," He says and I continue to type at the keys, "What are you doing?" Sherlock raises his voice walking over to me.
Awkward Affection :Johnlock:Awkward AffectionsAwkward Affection :Johnlock:1 year 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
PeachesPlease, do get my brother to eat. I'm tired of watching him waste away to nothingness. -MHPeaches9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
John sighed at the text he received from Sherlock's elder and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Then maybe you should try. I've tried everything and I'm lucky to get him to nibble on toast once in a while! -JW
He used to love to eat peaches. -MH
Peaches? -JW
Yes, peaches, the kind in the can you just pop open and throw into a bowl? Know them? -MH
Of course I know them, but I never saw Sherlock as a peaches eater. -JW
Try them. Please. -MH
I'll grab some after work. Speaking of which, bye Mycroft. -JW
John closed and pocketed his phone and turned
JohnMy words gush out like oil from a barrel- dark, toxic, bitter. They spill all over the couch and slosh onto the floor. I desperately want to make them stop, to scoop them all up and pour them back inside so I can hide them away in the space where all my other unwanted words go, but they keep on flowing, filling up the room, drowning me. I'm scared they'll drown John, too. I try to tell him that. Try to tell him to ignore what I'm saying, to leave me alone, to just leave, but he won't have any of that.John1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because he's John- steady, dependable John- and without me telling him he seems to know exactly what I need. He pulls me into his arms as read
The Only ExceptionJohn closed his eyes, listening to the pounding rain on the window. The rain always relaxed him, just the sound of the pitter-patter of water hitting concert, the way the sky darkened and everything just slowed down. John stood up and walked to his room, not attracting the attention of his lover and flatmate, Sherlock Holmes.The Only Exception11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
John returned moments later with an Ipod touch and some portable speakers. He set them down on the table next to him and fumbled with the cord for a few minutes. Sherlock looked up from his book and shot John a questioningly look.
John pressed play and soft cords from an acoustic guitar played through the flat. John sm
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