5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -1: Mistletoe: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-wa
3: Snow: JohnLock"Finally snow...!" John was running out of the flat, looking up into the sky. The snowflakes were falling down silently and slowly, coating London in a white colour.3: Snow: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I really missed this last year... oh I hope it´ll stay everywhere!"
"John, come back into the flat, you´ll catch a cold!" Sherlock said, standing in the hallway and looking worried.
"But... there was no snow last year and it finally comes down... I love snow!!"
John looked at him with kinda sad eyes. He knew that Sherlock couldn´t win against his puppy eyes. He sighed and took his coat, putting it over John´s shoulders.
"Come back in a few minutes so I can warm you ~ " he whispered with a seductive smile.
"Of course, my dear." John asked with a kiss on Shrelock´s cheek.
14: Gingerbread: Johnlock"John, do you need something? I´ll go to the supermarket" Sherlock asked.14: Gingerbread: Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John looked up from his laptop.
He was suprised.
"You... go to the supermarket? YOU?!"
- "Yes... I do this. Why?"
"Well... this would be the first time you go into a shop like this."
- ".... there´s always a first time for everything."
"Ok, ok.... let´s see... I´d like to have some gingerbread."
"You asked me, I gave you an answer. So don´t complain."
- "..... fine. See you."
Sherlock left the flat and didn´t return for over one hour. John started to worry about him but then, finally, he returned.
"What happened that you were more than an hour out?" John wanted to know.
- "I helped a girl who lost her cat. We found it after 20 minutes."
"Aww, sweet." John hugged Sherlock.
"Do you have the gingerbread?"
- "Of course, and I´d like to feed you with this... ~ "
John smiled. "I exactly know where this will end ~ "
Sherlock kissed him. "And I know that you
13: Peppermint: JohnLockJohn loves peppermint, especially when it´s tea. But Sherlock did NOT like it.13: Peppermint: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Put your tea away" Sherlock growled. "Why should I? I still want to drink it and it´s sooo delicious...!"
"I don´t like the smell, it´s peppermint!"
- "Well I also don´t like body parts in our fridge but I don´t complain. I also don´t say a word when you play the violin at 4 am."
Sherlock couldn´t win against John. He knew he was right, but still...
"John, put the tea away.... please."
This was the word he never had used before.
John looked at him surprised.
"So you... beg me to put it away...?"
Sherlock nodded. John drank the tea right after that, stood up and went to him.
"Thank you, honey." He leaned against Sherlock, hugging him.
A bit puzzled but happy, Sherlock also hugged him.
- Well... I think I´m going to use this word more often... - he thought.
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 bed3 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,
9: Ice Skating"I can´t do this... I don´t like it, John."9: Ice Skating3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You´ll be able to skate, Sherlock, don´t worry. Look, I´m going to help you. Give me your hands."
John reached out for Sherlocks hands, pulling him away from the edge of the rink.
He stood very insecure on his skates, dangling a bit.
"Fokus your weight on the middle of your body. Good, good... no move your feet forward... yes! That´s it!"
Sherlock was able to skate a bit with John´s help. Both smiled happily and they went on training.
30 minutes later, he was able to run over the rink without help. Slowly, but on his own.
John and Sherlock skated side by side, talking about everything. After a while, they spotted Anderson and his wife. She was acting well on the ice, but not Anderson. He fell down - twice.
"Thinking about dinosaurs won´t help him" whispered John and Sherlock started to giggle.
"I still think one of his dinosaurs ancestors is the reason they became extinct. He was too stupid to
16: Fireplace: JohnLock"Sherlock... I think I told you more than once."16: Fireplace: JohnLock3 years 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..." His voice was shaky.
Sherlock had scared John. He hurt him with risking his life.
He put his arms carefully around him, caressing his back.
"I promise that I will never do that again." he whispered.
- "... love you."
"Love you too.
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.3 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
10: Frost: JohnLockIt was cold in London. Snow was falling down slowly and turned everything white.10: Frost: JohnLock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the 5th day that everywhere was snow. But nothing stopped the criminals. Nothing.
Sherlock and John were standing near a crime scene. A brutal murder. Sherlock already had deduced everything Lestrade and the cops had to know about this. The two were on their way home already.
"How can you be so... without emotions when you see a dead person? It does not touch you? Not at all?" John asked Sherlock directly.
"No, not really - no John, let me finish speaking. I don´t feel anything because I got used to corpses. Also, the person would not want to bemourned from strangers. Family and friends, yes. But strangers? I think we should find the murderer instead of crying."
John didn´t answer for over minutes.
"Yes... I understand this..."
He squeezed Sherlock´s hand a bit more.
"But it´s a good thing that you think about them", Sherlock added, "Because if there should be something like
Night BeforeJohn, why did Mycroft force me from the flat at four in the morning, muttering about how the couple can't see each other before the wedding? -SHNight Before4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's tradition, Sherlock. To avoid bad luck in the marriage. -JW
I've missed out on spending time with you last night. -SH
I know, love, but we'll be together after the wedding. -JW
And I bet we can sneak off after the ceremony. -SH
Sherlock! We have the reception too! -JW
That can wait. -SH
People are going to miss us there. -JW
They'll understand. Well, Mycroft and Lestrade will... -SH
I still don't understand how that happened. -JW
Neither do I. But I call it Mystrade. -SH
Sherlock! That's just... -JW
They're calling you and me names. -SH
Like what? -JW
Well...that's not...too bad...-JW
It's kind of nice. -SH
I am kind of..."locked" on you. -JW
I see what you did there. -SH
I AM SHERLOCKED... Ha. -SH
Did you? I thought you'd like it...wait till you see the T-shirt I made. -JW
Oh god. -SH
I'm kidding, love. -JW
The World's Only Consulting OtterThe last time John had seen Sherlock was the evening before. Sherlock had been bent over an old book in the kitchen. It was in this way John had left him when he had gone to bed. When John came down to breakfast the following morning Sherlock was nowhere to be seen, but he could hear him sleeping in his room. John had no idea why but he had a feeling he needed to check on Sherlock. He carefully walked into Sherlock's bedroom. John heard Sherlock's familiar breaths but there was something wrong. He couldn't see Sherlock rolled up under the covers, but he could see something much smaller. John gently lifted up the covers. He gasped in surprise. There was an otter sleeping in Sherlock's bed.The World's Only Consulting Otter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sherlock, there is an otter in your bed!" John turned his head towards the door and shouted to Sherlock wherever he was (he must be in the flat, his phone was lying on the bedside table).
"John, have you lost your mind? There is no otter in my bed," Sherlock answered tiredly. The voice came from Sher
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.johnlock4 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
You Think Too Much John sighed as he walked into the doorway between the kitchn and living rom, a cup of tea in his hand. Sherlock was still staring blankly at the wall above the mantle. He wondered how Sherlock could could just sit and think for so long. He longed to know what Sherlock was thinking and why it caught his attention so entirely.You Think Too Much3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He carefully held his cup in one hand as he picked his way over the piles of books and papers that had no business being on the floor, pausing momentarily to pull his sleeve back up to his elbow when it slid down, then continuing on his way. He sighed again as he made his way to his chair and settled into its comfort, glancing again at Sherlock before picking up his newspaper.
Sherlock stared at the wall as he thought over his latest case. It wasn't difficult, he just wanted to review of the details before storing safely into his organized mind palace. He looked up at John as he started moving abo
Marry Me?John, I miss you. Why did you have to go to Harriet's? -SHMarry Me?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because she asked me to, Sherlock. It's only for a couple days. -JW
I want a kiss. -SH
I'm not used to being away from you. -SH
I can hardly kiss you via text, now can I? -JW
You weren't this bad when I went to Dublin for that conference. -JW
Because we had been in a relationship for two weeks. But now, we've been inseparable for nearly two years. -SH
I know. She did say you could come. -JW
Harry does want to meet you. -JW
She won't like me. -SH
Of course she will! -JW
I'll end up annoying her. -SH
Well...if you refrained from doing your deducing, you'd be fine. -JW
But it comes naturally. I've been deducing since I was a child. -SH
I understand that, Sherlock, but to others, sometimes you come off...a bit rude. -JW
Don't sugar coat things, John. People think I am a bastard. -SH
Well, if you held off on the deducing for a bit and let her get to know you, I'm sure she'd see all the wonderful things I see. -JW
A Little Domestic?My word, Watson, are you sure you'll be all right? SH 12:34A Little Domestic?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Quite possibly once I have my extreme amusement under control! JW 12:35
Dear, dear, John, what have we done to ourselves? I thought we agreed those coca leaves were to be left in Mrs. Hudson's cupboard! SH 12:35
That was your fault if I remember correctly. What in blazes have you done to my dog! Sherlock. JW 12:38
My- that was my fault?! I'm not the one who hides things under a bloody skull! And he'll be fine: I'm experimenting with a new sedative for Mrs. H. SH 12:40
What! If you'd just get up and look for the bloody things yourself we wouldn't have this problem! That had better be safe by the way. What works on Gladstone may work entirely differently on a human! Oh and Mycroft's called again. Something about your mother I think. JW 12:42
It's not my fault the sofa's so bloody far from the table. And Gladstone's seen worse: he had some of my formaldehyde the other day. I do hope you ignored Mycroft: anything mum w
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
Sherlock : Greenwich"Shit" John hissed quietly, looking at Sherlock's wound. It wasn't long but deep. A clean cut in the middle of a tight. "Holy shit..." he mounded, taking the scarf off his boyfriend's neck. "Okay, Sherlock. I need you to hold still, I know it hurts, but... Blimey! Stupid blood."Sherlock : Greenwich5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh, John for God's sake!" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I didn't move an inch, since you put me on this damn ground! I bet you didn't realise it because you are too busy worrying about me and nursing me, and probably because your deduction is resting in Mariana Trench, but I am fine! Fine! It is just a scratch which will heal in no time! So can we just stand up and run after a murderer, who is probably on the other side of Thames by the way, and try to catch him while we still can?"
Watson looked at his boyfriend and shook his head. He was impossible, purely impossible.
"Sorry mate, but I don't think you're going to be able to run for... at least several weeks. And don't tell me it doesn't hurt. I'm a doctor here
'Sweet Return' Chapter 2."It's about time you woke up." He said calmly, his hands entwined together and his index fingers pressed to his bottom lip.'Sweet Return' Chapter 2.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I couldn't move, nor speak. I just stared at him. What is happening? I didn't understand. I was so confused, so frightened, so shocked; as if someone had just slapped me across the face without reason or warning.
"Are you not going to say hello? It's been over a year John." Sherlock sighed, leaning back in my chair and crossing his legs.
"S.. S-Sherlock?" I managed, my voice still slightly hoarse from my breakdown a few hours previous. "W.. How.. What is going on ?! I'm going mad !!"
"On the contrary, you've never been so sane. Extremely depressed and slowly devoping a worsening case of PTSD but sane. For some unknown reason, when you begged me to come back, I did." He explained as if this sort of thing happened everyday. "Honestly I'm just as confused as you are."
"I'm dreaming." I said, shooting up, the letter Sherlock had sent falling to the floor as I r
Sherlock : DecyzjeKażda nasza decyzja, każdy krok, ma wpływ na to, co dzieje się w naszym życiu. W grudniu dwutysięcznego dziesiątego roku, doktor John Watson miał się o tym przekonać na własnej skórze. Wszystko zaczęło się dwudziestego trzeciego dnia ostatniego miesiąca roku, w przeddzień wigilii Bożego Narodzenia.Sherlock : Decyzje5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To nie tak, że nie lubił świąt. Twierdził, że były całkiem fajne mógł bez wyrzutów sumienia najeść się ciasta, wypić kilka piw i nie przejmować się obowiązkami. Lata spędzone w wojsku nie zmieniły też go na tyle, żeby nie był w stanie docenić świątecznej atmosfery . Po prostu nie miał ochoty spędzać tych dni z Harry, która zapraszała go do siebie z dziesięć razy. To na pewno nie byłoby jego najszczęśliwsze Boże Nar
Sherlock : Million reasonsSherlock Holmes loves John Watson for many reasons. Even with his giant intellect he isn't able to list all of them. Mostly because every time he thinks he knows all of them, John Watson shows him something new, something he loves just as much as other things. His doctor is a never-ending puzzle with so many small elements... Other times John reminds him of reasons he had almost forgot. Like the fact that when it's winter John is always doing a cocoa in the evening.Sherlock : Million reasons4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock loves his smile (so bright and kind). The way he giggles (because the way John Watson giggles is the most extraordinary chuckle he ever heard). His face when he is asleep (peaceful and relaxed). He adores the fact that John is always preparing him a cuppa when he is working (it doesn't help because he is focusing on his doctor then, but he likes it anyway), and leaves him breakfast if John has left for work before he gets up (but he never leaves the flat without waking him up, saying 'hello', kissing and wishing hi
BBC Sherlock: W kinieO Sherlocku Holmesie można było powiedzieć wiele rzeczy, ale na pewno nie to, że jest ekspertem w dziedzinie miłości i randkowania. Obszar ten wciąż pozostawał dla niego niezgłębioną tajemnicą, mimo że jakiś czas temu jego przyjaźń z doktorem Watsonem przemieniła się w coś więcej. Sherlock, jak zawsze w momentach niedostatku własnej wiedzy, konsultował się z ekspertem. Tym razem, papierowym. Detektyw leżał rozwalony leniwie na kanapie i z uwagą studiował nowy numer Bravo Girl". Przeglądanie tego typu pisemek stało się jego nowym hobby, ku wielkiej rozpaczy Johna. Zwykle bowiem padał ofiarą tyleż romantycznych, co ekscentrycznych eksperymentów Sherlocka zainspirowanych miłosnymi poradami dla nastolatek.BBC Sherlock: W kinie3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tematem numer jeden obecnego wydania magazynu było podbijanie serca wybranka. Co ciekawe, wed
Plushie - A JOHNLOCK FanficIt was a known fact to everyone that Sherlock Holmes' sleeping habits were far from ordinary. He barely ever slept, especially when he was on a case, and even when he did sleep it usually was for no more than a few hours. John Watson, a lot of the time, found himself questioning how Sherlock could go so long without even a nap. Running around London - and sometimes even other cities - trying to catch and reprimand criminals and constantly following the new clues and leads that the detective would find was quite exhausting if you asked John. This particular case keep them up until well past four in the morning. Sure, the case was solved, the criminal was apprehended and brought to justice, all of that was fine and dandy, but all the doctor wanted to do was to sleep.Plushie - A JOHNLOCK Fanfic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Sherlock and John soon returned to their flat at Baker Street, John could tell that his friend was more tired than he'd admit, even if he did try to hide it. On the cab ride back home, John noticed that Sherlock'
Sherlock : 5 + 1 Baby5 unacceptable names for baby and 1 which was just perfectSherlock : 5 + 1 Baby4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The Baby had been asleep in his crib for nearly two hours.
"What do you think of Mark?" John asked.
"No. It somehow reminds me of Mycroft."
"How? Mark has nothing to do with Mycroft!"
"The first letter is the same." Sherlock eyed him in the gloom. "It's enough."
John rolled his eyes. "What about Martin--No. First letter, right."
"Yes. And I don't want our child to grow up obsessed with aeroplanes. So Martin is out. As are Douglas and Arthur."
John giggled. Sherlock was impossible.
"Steven?" the good doctor asked, after few minutes filled with quiet snoring from the crib.
"Name me a Steven who isn't a troll! Come on, John, use your imagination!"
"Hey! I'm trying to! I've given you at least twenty names in the last two--"
He was cut short by a wail. Oh, so it was already two hours and twenty-one minutes? The Baby worked like a Swiss watch. John watched Sherlock--thank God it was