Sherlock BBC: UncertaintyA semi-sequel to Like a VirginSherlock BBC: Uncertainty3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Six o'clock in the morning is never the right time to wake up after a drinking session. John Watson moaned and groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but repeated thuds, rustles and beeps coming from the living room rendered his intention impossible.
He opened his eyelids slowly, but the sunlight attacked his pupils with the force of a nuclear blast causing him to put a pillow over his head with a faint hope to block out the dazzling brightness, which pierced right through his skull. He felt as if a herd of elephants was tap dancing inside his brain, his throat was bone dry and the taste inside his mouth indicated that he must have at least munched on a dead cat. He moaned heartbreakingly once again, wishing he was dead. The noises from the living room, without a doubt produced by Sherlock, certainly didn't improve his psychical and mental condition.
When he finally gathered strength to sit up, he started massaging his temples and tried to pull him
BBC Sherlock: Wanting moreJohn had sometimes really strange dreams and the one he was experiencing right now was definitely among the weirdest. He felt a big and slimy snail sucking on his forehead, trying to make a hole in his skull and slurp up his brain. John tried to scream or defend himself, but he was powerless.BBC Sherlock: Wanting more3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was relieved when he woke up and the surreal dream ended. However, the sucking feeling didn't go away, which almost gave him a heart attack. He jumped up in the armchair, causing Sherlock to back away.
"What the hell?" He asked in utter confusion, fixing his gaze on Sherlock's intrigued face. He moved his hand to his forehead and felt a moisture there. "What the hell, Sherlock?" He repeated with anger.
"Waking somebody up with a kiss is said to be very romantic." Sherlock stated in a scholarly tone.
John looked at him with disbelief and snorted.
"Where did you get that?"
"You need to stop reading that crap," he sighed and shook his head with resignation. Sherlock's new hobby
Sherlock- Santa"Santa's not real."Sherlock- Santa3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mycroft looked up over the pages of his textbook, eyeing his little brother curiously. "Of course he is." He said naturally, as anyone would to a child like Sherlock. Well, maybe not 'like Sherlock', but any child. This was supposed to be the age where children embraced Santa with open arms, finally understanding the lore behind the presents under the tree every Christmas.
Sherlock crossed his arms, which took a bit of wiggling, seeing as he had a wooden sword in one hand. In fact, he was in his pirate garb, including a blue bandanna making a feeble attempt to hold back his wild black curls, a white button-up collared shirt that was too large for him (it had been Mycroft's, once), and poofy brown pants that billowed out before scrunching back in with elastic around mid-calf.
"No he isn't." Sherlock announced stubbornly.
"Whatever you say. Just don't tell father and mother or they'll think I told you," Mycroft sighed, going back to his homework.
Sherlock gave a trium
Kiss Mycroft, He's Wasted"Sherlock, we need to get your brother drunk."Kiss Mycroft, He's Wasted3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sherlock and John looked up from the Cluedo board, recently removed from the far wall, to see a frazzled, frowning Greg Lestrade standing in the doorway of 221B.
"What?" John looked flabbergasted and amused, grinning when his eyes met Sherlock's.
Greg flopped down onto the couch with a sigh. "He showed up at the Yard again and started telling me how to improve my surveillance for the Braxton case. In front of the Detective Superintendent, who then asked me why I had brought my boyfriend to work. Donovan and Anderson had a field day, everyone was laughing at me "
"Surely you're above caring what people think?" Sherlock was focused on the Cluedo board, only a small grin betraying his glee.
"Well, yeah, but I don't tell him how to do his job, whatever it is. He needs to just get off my back and- I swear, I haven't seen him do anything fun-"
"Mycroft, having fun? While you're clearly dazzled by whatever
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
BBC Sherlock-Christmas DinnerJohn Watson rolled his eyes as he heard yet another smash coming from Sherlock's bedroom. He had never ventured past the (faintly-charred) door and had no ideas of the horrors which lurked within. But, he mused, given that it belonged to a man who kept eyeballs in the microwave and frequently attempted to create plastic explosives in the kitchen sink, chances are he probably had some nefarious experiments in there. Experiments which, to judge by the noise, were currently being knocked to the floor.BBC Sherlock-Christmas Dinner5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, we're going to be late." He called through the door.
"I know, I know!" Came the irritated response, coupled with a sound like a parrot being sat on.
"Mycroft specified 6:30. If we're to get to Holmes House in time we've got to leave in the next five minutes. Especially since taxis are always so scarce on Christmas eve." John said, re-reading the invitation he held in his hand.
"I know." There was a high pitched whizzing noise and a thud as something embedded itself i
Benedict Who?Hey, Greg, you busy? - JWBenedict Who?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nope. Just finished a case. What's up, John? - GL
Kinda hoping for some company. Been a hard day. - JW
I understand. 8 month anniversary today, isn't it? - GL
... Yeah. So if you wouldn't mind coming over? - JW
Sure. I'm over at Molly's. Give me 20 minutes? - GL
See you then. - JW
A polite knock on the door about half an hour later had John limping to the door to open it. Greg Lestrade walked in, a small smile on his face. John closed the door and led the way to the armchairs in the center of the room. John took Sherlock's old chair while Greg settled into John's usual chair.
"So," Greg started quietly, staring at John. "How you holding up?"
"Been better," John said sadly. "Been worse. It just kind of hit me all at once today, you know?" Greg nodded, sending John a compassionate glance.
"What do you want to do?" Greg asked curiously. "Trade stories, sit in silence, watch telly?" John huffed out a strained laugh and ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't think I
A Christmas Miracle: Johnlock"Happy Christmas, Sherlock! Look, Father Christmas came!" Mycroft was bouncing on the edge of Sherlock's bed, beaming with excitement. "I bet I got that set of night vision goggles!"A Christmas Miracle: Johnlock3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey! I was the one who wanted those!"
"Too bad! They're all mine!" Mycroft's voice grew deeper, and his face began to change into another all-too-familiar face.
"Moriarty? How'd you do that?" Sherlock squeaked.
"I owe you a cookie, Sherlock,"
"Sherlock, wake up! You're yelling in your sleep again!" John's voice roused Sherlock from his sleep. He sat up, spreading his long arms above him, yawning loudly. His pajama bottoms had little penguins on them. Sherlock wondered why Mycroft had given him the trousers, but they were flannel, and very warm. Sherlock's mind was devoid of all emotions, a clear slate, as usual. Today's Christmas, he realized. No wonder he had dreamt so festively. But Moriarty refused to leave his dreams, always present in one way or another. He had stopped shooting him
SH-A Wonderful MistakeSherlock was slouched on the couch when I got home from work. I could tell by the new holes in the wall that he was extremely bored today. I hate it when he shoots the wall when he gets like this. I took a seat in my chair and tapped my fingers against the soft arm chair.SH-A Wonderful Mistake5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, there hasn't been a single case for weeks." I stated.
"I know," mumbled Sherlock, annoyed that I was stating the obvious.
"Go do something fun!" I offered.
"Like what?" Sherlock striated up a little trying to deduce what I had in mind.
"I don't know, hang out with some fr-" I had realized my mistake and cut myself off. Sherlock always hid his emotions, though I could see through his mask that I had hurt him.
"You and I both know that I don't have any, John." He said.
"I don't know why though," I murmured, shifting in my seat.
"What do you mean by that?" I could see that I had clearly confused him.
That was a first...
I should have known he would hear my quiet mumble. I stumbled for words n
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of YouOctober 31, Halloween. Just another day, another empty date in the calendar. All days were the same since Sherlock had died. John woke up, took a shower, went to work, returned from work, sat idly while staring blankly at the wall, took shower again, went to bed. Stuck in a loop. Dull, tedious, predictable, unbearable.BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of You3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The stupor and ennui weren't all that bad, though. They helped John to distance himself, to switch his mind off, not to think about what he had lost and how hollow, how broken he felt. Nothing could change his miserable state. His friends' efforts to help him move on were all in vain. John noticed the grinning jack-o'-lantern that Mrs Hudson had put on the table in the faint hope to cheer him up, but the doctor didn't care. Not anymore. He closed his eyes slowly, sinking in Sherlock's armchair. Oh God, how he missed him...
He still could hear Sherlock in his head. The man's deep voice, magnetic eyes, distracting cheekbones, his lean figure, his dark, curly hair
SHERLOCK- John's Friday Night (Katy Perry Parody)John’s Friday NightSHERLOCK- John's Friday Night (Katy Perry Parody)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
There’s a key code in your head
Don’t know what was done or said
Jim is passed out on the floor
Lestrade is pounding on the door
Are you wearing any pants?
Was that a dream, by any chance?
I’ve got a horrible hangover
Ms. Hudson still isn't sober
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
We’re screwed, oh well
It’s a HOUND drug blur
But I’m pretty sure
It ruled, damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we ran away from cops
Hit a corpse with riding crops
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, spin the bottle all night long
Think I sang an awkward song
We played cluedo, you were wrong
Last Friday night
We chased the Golem in the dark
Then Moriarty through the park
Then you asked Molly out for lunch
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say were gonna stop
op whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Tryin’ to figure all this out
If you weren’t passed out t
BBC Sherlock: Something to talk aboutSix o'clock in the morning, Saturday. A call from Lestrade. Yes, a case, come to Scotland Yard at once.BBC Sherlock: Something to talk about3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock hung up with excitement, John just groaned plaintively. Friday was hellish at the hospital and he definitely could use some rest. Watson was determined to sleep through the whole morning, no matter what. Sherlock didn't waste any time, though. He sprang out of the bed, already wide awake, and delved into his wardrobe, preparing clothes for today.
"Come on, John! Don't dawdle! The adventure awaits!" Sherlock urged him in an upbeat tone.
John covered his head with a duvet, mumbling something incoherently about the place where Sherlock could put this adventure right now and how deep. The detective rolled his eyes.
"John, you are perfectly aware that I won't back off. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," he said adamantly, folding his arms across his chest. "After all, I'm completely lost without my blogger..." He added in a kinder voice, shamelessly butter
Sleepy John - Johnlock ...ishJohn rubbed his tired eyes. He hadn't slept for two... Three days? He couldn't remember. He shoved the thought from his mind, knowing they only made him sleepier. He sipped his second cup of coffee, though the caffeine didn't help much at this point.Sleepy John - Johnlock ...ish3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock stared at John as he worked, noticing his exhaustion in the multiple yawns and his occasionally nodding off. He frowned in slight confusion. It's only been two and a half days since John has slept. That wasn't long at all. Sherlock didn't feel exhausted until at least a week. But then again, Sherlock wasn't like most people. It only took a third cup of coffee for Sherlock to realize that John needed sleep to function.
"When did you last have a decent sleep?" The question slips out before he can take it back. He knows exactly how long it's been since John slept last. 60 hours.
It takes John a moment to realize a question had been asked and another moment to process it. He answers with a slight shrug, "Two, three days?" Instead of a
Sherlock/Mycroft textsWhere are you going? MHSherlock/Mycroft texts3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Take a guess. SH
I'll get someone to figure it out for me. MH
I hate you. SH
I should hit you on the head with my umbrella, you know. MH
You're irritating me. SH
That's the point, if I'm not mistaken. MH
-Ignoring your irritating messages. SH
Just doing my job; but you know you'll get bored. And being bored is well, "dull" in your words, I recall. I dare you to ignore me. MH
Challenge accepted. SH
And challenge failed. MH
Truce? Handshake? MH
My ring contains a needle dipped in poison from the South American poison dart frog. Handshake= bad idea. It's truce enough that I told you. SH
Fair enough. *shrugs casualy* I'll just tell you my secret later, then. MH
You spelled "casually" wrong. SH
You still got to what I was trying to say, though. MH
It makes you look like even more of an idiot than u
Hot Showers"Sherlock? I'm more than willing to play alongseriously, by all means, keep goingbut I have to ask"Hot Showers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock merely purred and John had to shake his head a little to clear his thoughts. Though he certainly wasn't arguing with his current positionpinned against a wall underneath Sherlockhe was understandably confused.
"Are you feeling alright? I mean, I've only just"
"Gotten out of a very hot shower. So hot in fact, that you didn't put on your robe, only a towel to cover your lower half."
"And so hot, that even a minute and 20 seconds later I can still see that your skin is red from where the water scalded youespecially here." Sherlock said, and he pressed his lips to the top of John's shoulder. He smiled when John hummed a mix between a moan and a chuckle. As quick to respond to flirtation as ever, John never had been the blushing, chaste type. Just another thing that Sherlock loved about him: he was quickto catch on an
Sherlock x John Part 3John woke up in a good mood. Which was probably because of the one and only Sherlock Holmes in his bed. A smile stretched across his face. It was quite rare to see Sherlock sleeping. He was probably exhausted after his fight with the suspect...Sherlock x John Part 33 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's face was so relaxed and peaceful and... so innocent. His curls were a mess and John noticed that his hand was still tangled in Sherlock's curls. He flexed his hand, wincing when his hand cramped. He gently withdrew his hand and gently stretched it.
Yawning, he looked at the time and groaned when he saw that it was only 5am. He knew that he had no hope of going back to sleep, so he thought about what he should do. He could stay here and watch Sherlock sleep, or he could get up and go shopping. He could get some of Sherlock's favourite tea...
Nodding decisively, John slowly withdrew his legs and let go of Sherlock's hand. John froze when Sherlock frowned, reaching out. Thinking fast, John grabbed a pillow and gave it to Sherlock, who cu
Sherlock BBC: The Meowing ProblemSensing that it was John, who was coming home and not someone else, didn't prove a challenge to the great Sherlock Holmes. Doctor Watson had this very specific way of opening the front door, unique pace of climbing the stairs and breathing pattern that somehow felt soothing. But Sherlock, sitting in his armchair and browsing through a newspaper, knew that something was different today. All those little habits of John's were slightly altered. Perhaps due to the rain that kept falling incessantly for the whole day. Whatever the reason, Sherlock was mildly intrigued. Something was afoot.Sherlock BBC: The Meowing Problem3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, John," he said casually, eyes fixed on John.
"Hello, Sherlock," John replied quickly and hurried to the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid the attention of his flatmate. Obviously, that had quite the opposite effect, especially when a muffled "meow" could be heard coming from the general direction of John.
"John?" Sherlock asked with misleading calmness.
"Yes?" The water was dripping from him as if
The Daylight Has Almost GonePairings: John/SherlockThe Daylight Has Almost Gone4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning : Angst. Character death. Detailed description of death.
It was a silent, but particularly cold December evening in 221B Baker Street. The street outside was unusually quiet and empty. Everywhere the windows were opaquely decorated with frost. A thin layer of snow covered the pavement, revealing the footsteps of only a handful of people.
Sherlock sat inside in his favourite armchair. He had placed it in front of the fireplace where he was sitting in his classic posture with his knees pulled up, only inches from his chin. The fire was almost gone out. He looked at the small, remaining flames which danced their idle, mesmerizing last dance.
He could hear a slow, raspy voice from the sofa. "Sherlock, is that you?"
Sherlock got up from the chair quickly, almost stumbling in his own long, slender legs. He kneeled in front of the sofa. "John. I thought you were asleep. How do you feel?"
"Same old, same old", he replied followe
Watching You Fall Omegle 5Stranger: "I don't know... I don't have much money and I-"Watching You Fall Omegle 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You: "Don't worry about it," Mycroft interrupted him, smiling gently. "It's my treat if that makes you feel better."
Stranger: "I couldn't let you pay... It wouldn't feel right... I mean...." Lestrade fulttered, feeling himself go red.
You: "Then think of it as a thank you for taking care of John," Mycroft said smoothly. "Sherlock cared for him very much." Remembering, Mycroft typed a quick text to Sherlock, telling him John was alive.
Stranger: "Still... I couldn't..." Lestrade tried to hide his blush
You: "Greg, stop arguing with me and come eat," Mycroft said sternly, softening it with a smile. "What sounds good to you?"
Stranger: "I-I don't know... Um... what do you want?" Lestrade asked, stuttering.
You: Mycroft chuckled to himself at Lestrade's reaction. He had watched the inspector since Sherlock started working cases with him and had finally decided to ask him out. "How about Thai? There's a wonderful place near the Tha
Tickle"John, go away," Sherlock frowned. I chuckled and pinched him again. He made an unamused noise. It made me smile and I pinched him again. "John, go away I'm thinking."Tickle3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're no fun Sherlock," I frowned. I nudged him. He opened his eyes and glared at me. He was sprawled across the lounge, his hands in a prayer position. I sat on the ground next to him, enjoying annoying him.
"Now's not the time for fun John, it's the time for thinking," Sherlock said.
"What do you need to be thinking about? You've solved all of the cases," I replied.
"I need to stimulate my mind," Sherlock said, closing his eyes. A few minutes passed before I pinched him again.
"John! Please!" he cried out, his eyes flying open and giving me a third degree stare.
"Come on, you need to have some fun," I smiled. Sherlock grumbled something. He closed his eyes again and went back to thinking. "Hey Sherlock, are you ticklish?"
"What?" Sherlock asked, not looking at me.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked again.
"Don't be absurd J
BrothersMycroft wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. He watched the Baby sleeping in Mummy's arms, waiting for it to do something. Everyone said it was a beautiful baby. If that was the case, Mycroft wasn't sure he wanted to see any other babies, ever. It was almost absurdly small, with blotchy pink skin and one wispy dark cowlick of hair on its head. What was the point of babies, he wondered, rocking back on his feet. He was seven years old- practically grown, if you thought about it. What was he supposed to do with a baby brother?Brothers3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What are you thinking, sweetheart?" Mummy said. He looked up from the Baby's face to hers. Her dark hair, usually pinned back, was curling loose around her face, and he couldn't help but notice the lines and shadows around her eyes.
"About the Baby," he said vaguely.
"Ah," she said, adjusting the Baby's weight in her arms. "Do you know his name?"
There had been almost no other word on his au pair's lips for the past three days. Mycroft smiled. He liked knowing
-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
Yes, Damn itLately Sherlock had taken to sending John little quizzes and riddles and tests, apparently in an attempt to sharpen his mind. He was constantly pestering him with cryptic texts, many of which John refused to bother with anymore because his brain felt like mush from solving the last one. Still, he had to admit it was kind of fun. He found himself almost anticipating the next challenge, and growing a bit more competitive, trying to work it out faster each time to beat his own record. The fact that Sherlock would even ask him to try and match wits with him was almost like a compliment, although it usually turned out as an excuse to be impatient with him. He was getting better at it, although many times it seemed that Sherlock was irritated with him even when he got the right answer. He hadn’t decided if there was really something else he was missing, of if Sherlock just couldn’t stand to admit he’d gotten something right.Yes, Damn it3 years ago in Romance More Like This