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!"
snowwhite and the doctor (sequel, Johnlock)About two to three hours were passed by but John was still not there. Sherlock sat in his chair, thinking about what had happened. What did John say?snowwhite and the doctor (sequel, Johnlock)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I have had a crush on you since we met and all you can do is fool me? It's no surprise no one likes you!"
Sherlock sighed and shook his head. His flatmate, John Watson, the guy who claimed everyday that he wasn't gay, had a crush on him? That couldn't be. But then he remembered the kiss. John had been the one who kissed Sherlock, not the other way. Whatever, Sherlock thought. He was sure, that John would come back soon. If not, he probably would stay at Sarah's, because every time when they had a dispute, the doctor ran to Sarah. That meant, that Sherlock hadn't to worry about John, but he still did.
The detective sighed again, rose from his chair and looked out of the window. Dark clouds were hiding the starry sky and Sherlock knew there would be a snowstorm soon. Of course John would be back before the storm, except he would sta
Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMLook At Me- Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'
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
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
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 Locked3 years 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 over and sat down on the edge of John's bed. As he breathed, he smelled John. Just the light smell in the atmosphere that reminded Sherlock of vanilla and tangerines. He adored that intoxicating smell that was, and always will be, John Watson. -His- John Watson.
He brushed John's soft cheek with his finger and smiled. John's eyes slowly fluttered ope
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
three years after reichenbach fall (4)After a while we were lying on the sofa, Sherlock on top, hugging each other and just enjoying the silence. I held my eyes closed and was about to fall asleep, only Sherlock's gently kisses kept me awake. I couldn't say how long we were snuggling and kissing, but it must have been a while, because the sun set, as Sherlock rose from the sofa, after he kissed me once again.three years after reichenbach fall (4)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I'm going to make some tea... or coffee. What do you prefer?", he asked, softly stroking my cheek.
"Tea...", I answered whispering, with a small smile on my lips. "But... no sugar, Sherlock..."
"All right, John. No sugar." Sherlock nodded. "Is it because I'm sugar enough?"
"No..." I laughed, suddenly awake. "... you are honey enough, Sherlock."
"Oh shut up, doctor..." Sherlock smirked, left the living room and went into the kitchen.
I grinned for a second, then I closed my eyes and dozed off, while I was waiting for Sherlock.
I didn't dream well, in my dreams Sherlock left again and I was alone in the darkness, with
johnlockThere was something weird going on with Sherlock. He barely talked to me anymore, hadn't touched his violin in at least 2 weeks, was almost always somewhere else, rejected every case Lestrade offered him. It was weird. I was worried about him. Sherlock was about to go somewhere, when I stopped him.johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'What's going on Sherlock?' I asked him. He ignored me. I grabbed his arm and turned him to look at me.
'Sherlock! What is wrong?' I asked. He looked at me with a pained expression. I frowned.
'What's wrong?' I asked again. He sighed and looked at his feet. Then he looked up at me again and did something I hadn't expected at all. He kissed me. My eyes widened and I froze. What the hell was he doing? He pulled back and quickly rushed out of the flat. But I had seen the tears in his eyes. Had that just really happend? Had Sherlock Holmes, the man with no emotions, just kissed me, John Watson? I sat down in my chair and thought about it. And about how I had felt when his lips met mine. I had fe
When He SleepsSherlock detests sleep. Avoids it whenever possible. It's dull, pedestrian, unproductive and a waste of time. He only sleeps when it becomes absolutely necessary. When his body and mind are on the edge of collapse from over-exertion. Sleep was never a voluntary activity for him.When He Sleeps3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At least that's how it used to be. Now he sleeps quite regularly. Even on cases.
But only in the back of a cab. This is because of a certain jumper-wearing doctor that shares the cabs with him. Because in the cabs he can pillow against the above-mentioned doctor and sleep quiet contently.
It started out by accident of course; this "pillowing arrangement." They'd been on a particularly brutal case for over a week; a string of child murders made to look like suicides. The killers knew what they were doing and were painstakingly thorough in covering their tracks. Even managed to feed them a few false leads. Not thorough enough to trump Sherlock though. It had taken 9 days and a 3 hour foot chase across London, but
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
JohnLockTitel: JohnLockJohnLock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: romance i guess?
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing, but decided to shrug it off and continued to read the paper. I was just about to read something about drunken driving or something, when my phone bleeped, saying I got a text. I picked it up from the little table and saw it was from Sherlock. I frowned and looked at him. He was staring at his feet. Weird, I thought. I opened it.
'Hey John, I think I may kind
Johnlock fluff of no particular title part 2When John gets home that night, Sherlock isn't in the sitting room. He must have gone to bed early. John has to admit he's a bit relieved.Johnlock fluff of no particular title part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jeannette was just leaving when he got back to the cafe. Understandably, she dumped him. Again. And it's all Sherlock's fault. She told John he didn't have to abandon her to go following him around, but what if Sherlock had actually been in trouble?
He went to the pub after she dumped him. just for a drink or two to take the edge off the thing. He ran into Harry there, and they got to talking, and now it's rather later than John had planned to get home. He's not extremely drunk, but he isn't entirely himself either (all the more reason to be glad Sherlock's not out), and he decides to head in for the night.
When he gets up the next morning, a Sunday, Sherlock's gone out already. John does, however, find a pot of coffee already prepared. He has to wonder whether this is Sherlock attempting to make up with him or Sherlock attempting to perform some cr
Johnlock"Sherlock, I don't understand." John Watson looks at his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, deeply in the eyes.Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's there not to understand, John?" Sherlock seems to pin John in his place with his gaze.
"You said that..." John looks down at his feet, not knowing where else to go with that statement.
"That, I did, John, and what's your answer?" He stares down at the ex-army doctor.
"Yes." John looks up at his friend and bites his lip.
"Yes?" Sherlock looks at him, a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Yes. Why did you ask me, out of anyone you know you asked me. Why?"
"Because I know you...and I trust you." John smiles at Sherlock.
"Really?" Sherlock nods.
"I always have." John smiles wider.
"Thank you." Sherlock looks at him, genuinely puzzled.
"Asking me to come along." Sherlock shrugs noncommittally.
"Like I said. I trust you above everyone else." John smiled again.
"Do you want to go back to the flat, make some tea?" Sherlock shrugs again.
"Might as well...Lestrade is s
Johnlock fluff of no specific title part 1John, I need you at Baker St. -SHJohnlock fluff of no specific title part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'll be there in an hour.
I don't have an hour. -SH
Half an hour, then.
I need you here now, John. -SH
Are you hurt?
I need you to get here. -SH
Fine. I'm on my way.
John walks into the flat to find Sherlock sitting at his desk, perfectly fine. "There you are, John," he says, not turning around. "Could you pass me that pencil and paper?"
"I You want me to what?" John asks.
"I said could you pass me that pencil and paper," Sherlock says, impatient.
"You called me all the way over here to get you a pencil?" John says indignantly.
"I was on a date," John says. It took a lot of effort, but Jeanette finally agreed to give him a second chance and go to lunch with him.
"I know," sherlock says. "Could you pass me that pencil now?"
"I thought you were hurt, Sherlock!"
"And someone could be if I don't finish this case." Sherlock's voice is steady, with just a hint of impatience. "Now hand me that pencil, please."
"No, Sherlock." John is angry. H
Always Look at the Hands"Always look at the hands first, John."Always Look at the Hands3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what he had told him once. He didn't know if John had paid any attention to it, but it was one of his sure-fire methods of deduction. After observing one's hands, you were then to examine the cuffs of their clothing, their trousers, and then the trainers or boots.
One quiet night at Baker Street, John had been lying on the couch reading, but only after an hour or so had dozed off and the book had slumped onto his chest. Sherlock had come into the room, looking for something, but he lost the thought (a rare occurrence for him) when he saw John. Looking so peaceful. He knew that everyone looked peaceful when they slept, but still, he couldn't help but walk over to the couch and just look at him, and after a few minutes, he kneeled beside him to look closer. He took in everything. The way John's breath was deep and how his chest rose and fell, how his hands still held the book, how every once in a while he would swallow and take a de
Johnlock - I believe in you, SherlockSherlock suddenly howled in frustration after four hours of deep thinking.Johnlock - I believe in you, Sherlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had been leaning on his hands for the entire time, occasionally blinking and frowning, but still completely motionless. Even though the noise shocked me, I was relieved to know that he hadn't become comatose in his state of thought.
"You okay Sherlock?" I asked, not looking up from my paper.
"This case doesn't make any sense, John! Nothing fits together, there are too many variables!"
"Oh yes?" I murmured, only half paying attention.
"I wanted to get this case solved by tomorrow afternoon, but at this rate it'll take me days.. My brain isn't working, John!" He cried, spinning and falling onto the sofa with a winded exhale.
"You know that's not true. Perhaps if you went to bed or relaxed a little you could think more clearly."
Sherlock growled, facing the back of the sofa and curling into a ball. His tie and coat lay strewn on the floor from when he walked in, and his tie was hanging loosely from his shirt. He
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- 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
You Don't Need a Girlfriend"You're wasting your time." Sherlock said uncaringly, as John walk in and stripped his coat.You Don't Need a Girlfriend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock didn't look up at him, he just sat staring at the wall, hands stapled under his chin. John paused at the coat rack, thinking over what Sherlock just said.
"Excuse me?" He asked, turning and taking three long, brief strides to Sherlock.
"You very well heard me, it's useless for me to repeat myself." Sherlock said, sending him a sideways glance.
"And what are you talking about when you say I'm wasting my time?" John asked, leaning on the table in front of Sherlock.
"All your girlfriends and -dates-. You're wasting your time." Sherlock lowered his hands and stared at John.
John raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? Is that so? Just because I want to have some fun? Just because I want to actually have a girlfriend?"
"You don't need a girlfriend." Sherlock said, standing and going into the kitchen, starting up the kettle.
"Why's that?" John followed Sherlock into the
three years after reichenbach fall (1)It has been about three years, I think, but I still can't believe he's gone. I even can't believe that only about three years have passed by for me it was about three thousand years.three years after reichenbach fall (1)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Today I believe it was Monday. Or maybe Tuesday I really don't know and I also don't care. I'd never care about weekdays since Sherlock fell. I only remember that I've visited his grave in the last two years every second day but this year, I left it out. There was too much pain.
The last time I visited the graveyard was about a few months ago... I believe it was nearly Christmas, because of the lights and Christmas-decoration everywhere. And because of the snow fall. Small snowflakes fell gently on Sherlock's grave, which looked lonely and colorless within the white snow and the leafless trees.
I was stroking the tombstone and whispering some things like I miss him, I need him and this stuff, I always said. That's the only thing I remember of. I don't know how I get there, I
The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
Johnlock-BelieveName: BelieveJohnlock-Believe3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Can be interpreted as John/Sherlock if you want.
Warnings: Reichenspoilers. Really angsty.
Two weeks ago, hundreds if not thousands of people believed that Sherlock Holmes was the greatest detective the world had ever seen.
Now, that number has been reduced to four.
Lestrade believes that Sherlock Holmes was for real because he knew Sherlock as well as most normal human beings could, and because he had seen Sherlock working on cases. Having seen that, he knows that Sherlock cares little for the actual victims of whatever crime has been committed. But he does care, however he tries to hide it, about stopping whoever's behind it before they commit more crimes. Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade knows, cared too much about stopping villains to ever create one.
Mycroft believes that Sherlock Holmes was for real because he's known Sherlock since Sherlock was just a little baby. He's seen those mental powers develop, both in himself and in his brother. And