Self-explanatory.
Words: 789
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8007951/1/The_One_Where_They_Get_Drunk
Sherlock’s never had a piggy back before, John plans to change that.
Words: 983
Short, cute humour/friendship.
Sherlock’s never had a piggy back before, John plans to change that.
Words: 983
Short, cute humour/friendship.
- You: JAWN
- Stranger: I'M HERE SHERLY
- You: BRILLIANT :D
- You: YOURE AWESOME
- You: I LIKE YOU
- You: JAWN
- You: YOURE FUZZY SWEATERS
- You: AND YOU ALWAYS BUY MILK
- Stranger: THANK YOU, YOU'RE AWESOME TOO SHERLY, WITH YOUR CHEEKBONES AND EYES AND DEDUCING AND STUFF
- You: OH THANK YOU JAWN, IM FLATTERED
- Stranger: I LIKE YOUR SHEET TOO SHERLY
- You: WOULD YOU LIKE IT BETTER OFF?
- Stranger: YOU KNOW I WOULD
- You: DELIGHTFUL
- You: MEET ME IN THE BEDROOM IN TEN MINUTES
- You: IM WEARING THE SHEET
- You: AND ONLY THE SHEET
- Stranger: OH GOD YES
- Stranger: ILL WEAR THE DEERSTALKER
- Stranger: AND ONLY THE DEERSTALKER
- You: GLORIOUS
- You: I CANT WAIT
- Stranger: -FRANTICALLY GETS CHANGED- IMA COMIN', SHERLY
- You: HEHEHE OH JAWN HURRY I THINK THE SHEET IS STARTING TO FALL OFF
- Stranger: GOD I DON'T WANT TO MISS THAT
- You: OF COURSE NOT ;)
- You: OH LAWD JAWN THAT DEERSTALKER IS BEAUTIFUL
- Stranger: -STANDS TRIUMPHANTLY IN DOORWAY WEARING TEH DEERSTALKER- YOU CALLED?
- You: (lmfao im crying right now :'D)
- Stranger: (I know, this is hilarious!)
- You: MY HERO
- Stranger: AND YOU MINE, MY GOOD MAN
- You: OOH OOPS IT SEEMS MY SHEET HAS FALLEN OFF WHATEVER SHALL I DO?
- Stranger: LEAVE IT - IT LOOKS BETTER ON THE FLOOR
- You: I COULDN'T AGREE MORE
- Stranger: I'M GLAD YOU SEE IT MY WAY
- You: OH YES JAWN I DEFINETELY SEE IT YOUR WAY. Now come, I need your help on this experiment I'm working on and fill out this survey about these past few minutes. I want to determine the corallation between deerstalkers and sexual arousal.
- Stranger: (That is amazing. You're a legend.) Oh yes, absolutely. Shall I write my name on it or is it anonymous?
- You: Name, please. I would like to refer back to it a later date. *wink wink*
- Stranger: Of course *winks back* Very useful things in situations like these, aren't they?
- You: Exactly my thoughts, John. You see, with this survey I will be able to determine who the killer was from that case last week. I knew you were good for something. Now hurry and fill it out, Lestrade wants to see us in 30 minutes at the station. I'll go wait in the living room.
- Stranger: May I ask when this later date will be? And it might be an idea to get dressed again if we're going to see Lestrade...
- You: Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, John. I expect it will come in handy
- You: JAWN
- Stranger: YES SHERLAWK?
- You: I LOVE YOU
- Stranger: SHERLAWK
- Stranger: WILL YOU LOVE ME FOREVER?
- You: 5EVER
- You: THAT MEANS I LOVE YOU LONGER THAN 4EVER
- Stranger: OMG
- Stranger: I LOVE YOU MORE THAN JAM
- You: OMFG SRSLY?
- Stranger: YES
- You: THATS BRILLIANT
- Stranger: MEET ME IN THE BEDROOM
- Stranger: I AM WEARING THE DEERSTALKER
- Stranger: AND ONLY THE DEERSTALKER
- You: OH LAWD. IM RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN.
- You: Ok. -SH
- You: I'm coming, John. I was never very far away. -JW
- You: shit.
- You: -SH
- You: i killed it
- You: y
- You: woohoo.
- You: there is no one else here
- You: normally they disconnect before i can actually rp
- You: and i fucked it up
- You: fuck this
- You: *flips desk*
- Your conversational partner has disconnected
The bottle of vodka, now only half full, clanked dully as Sherlock placed it back on the table. His vision was blurred, his head spun whenever he moved, he did not try but he had a feeling that should he try to stand he would find himself face to face with the floor and he was having terrible difficulty controlling the slurred words that threatend to stumble from his lips. Oh God, I’m drunk. This scared him, but not as much as it would of had he been sober. His drunken body taking over, Sherlock rolled over to stare at an equally drunk John who was sitting beside him on the couch starring intently at the drink in his hands. “Why you, do you wonder?” Sherlock whispered, drunkedly. “Why me what?” John asked. Surprisingly, he understood Sherlock’s slurred words, as only a drunk man can. “I’ve never had a friend, John.” Sherlock slurred, “No one seems to like me. But you. You don’t seem to mind me and to be honest, I don’t mind you either. I rather like you. But why? What’s so special about you?” Sherlock implored, looking hard at John. This had been something that had been troubling his thoughts quite a lot lately. John thought about it for a second, humming to himself, “I’m a nice person, maybe?” “Lot’s of people are nice, John. I don’t care about nice.” “My wit, then.” “You’re not that witty.” Sherlock laughed, “You’re not witty at all, actually.” “I’m charming.” John offered. Sherlock rolled his eyes, “C’mon, John. Be serious.” “Fuck you, I am being serious.” John pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not overly smart or observant, you badger me non-stop about getting milk, you’re not particularily nice, quite mean when you want to be, actually. To people who don’t know you, you can be quite intimidating. So what is it?” John took a swig of his drink, allowing Sherlock’s words to sink in. His fuzzy brain was having a hard time understanding anything. “Is that supposed to be an insult?” “Oh, you’re no help!” Sherlock sighed dramatically, flopping back against the cushions. A few moments passed before John broke the silence, “I trust you.” He shrugged. Sherlock glanced up and caught eyes with John in a long, hard stare. John had the sudden urge to reach out and touch Sherlock, maybe his cheek or his hair. Run a hand through those unruly, dark curls. John shrugged it off and took another drink. “I suppose you’re the only person in the world who does,” Sherlock smiled, reaching out to take a drink himself. “I’m glad for that.” John grinned. A few more moments of silence passed. This time Sherlock broke it, “John.” “Mmm?” Sherlock propped his elbow on the couch pillow between them, pinky up, “Promise me you won’t ever leave me. I wouldn’t want to lose my only friend,” he whispered. “I promise.” John smiled as he twisted his pinky around Sherlock’s and gave it a squeeze. They held on for a few seconds before their hands fell onto the couch in a tangled mess. Niether man made to move their hand. After some time, John decided it would be in his best interest to atleast get a few hours of sleep. He slipped his hand out from under Sherlock’s, to which Sherlock took no notice, and pushed up from the couch… …and promptly collapsed in a heap on the floor. “Fuck it. I’m drunk.” He mumbled into the floor. Deciding the floor was good enough as he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. He heard a thump as Sherlock landed on his hands and knees beside him. Sherlock teetered for a few seconds before the alcohol completely took over and he landed in an ungraceful pile beside John. He awkwardly reached behind himself, procured a blanket from under the chair and threw it at John. John quickly unfolded it, carefully laid it around himself and then pulled the side closest to Sherlock up and looked expectantly at Sherlock. Sherlock hesitated. He knew there was a reason why sober Sherlock would object to this. There was something not right about it but for some reason he couldn’t be bothered to remember it. He shuffled a little closer and felt John place the blanket on his shoulders. They laid face to face, breath mingling in the air between them, warming their necks pleasantly, and the pairs of legs that poked out of the too short blanket lay carelessly entwined as they both began to fall asleep.
Before sleep overcame them, Sherlock quickly reached out and clasped John’s warm hands, deciding that nothing could ever be wrong with falling asleep, drunk, with your best friend.
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John rushed about his room in 221b Baker St. He quickly threw on some clothes, jeans and a sweater, and walked into the living room. Sherlock was busy flipping through the news paper. He barely glanced up as he asked, “Wake up late?”
“Yes, thank you for waking me up when you noticed my absence. Now I’m going to be late for work.” John said, irratably. He leaned against the chair Sherlock was sitting on as he wrestled his shoes onto his feet.
“You’re very welcome.”
John rolled his eyes and strode across the room to the closet. He blindly reached for the first jacket he could find, quickly put it on and walked back over to Sherlock. He pressed a quick kiss to Sherlock’s lips and hurried to the door.
“I’ll be back ‘round supper time. See you later.” And closed the door behind him.
He breathed in a big gulp of London air and began walking to the doctors office. He barely got 10 feet before he realized what he’d just done. He gasped as he came to a halt. His hand came up to his mouth to trace a shaky circle around his lips, the lips that had just kissed Sherlock. “Oh my, God.”
He turned around and ran back to the appartment, throwing open the door. He took the steps two at a time as he rushed into the flat. Sherlock was standing in the middle of the room with his back to John. “Sherlock, I-“
His apology died in his throat as Sherlock quickly strode to where John was standing and kissed him. Both of Sherlock’s hands cupped the sides of John’s face as John’s hands clutched onto Sherlock’s forearms. Their lips fit perfectly together, moving against eachother lightly but hungrily at the same time. John decided that if he could he would spend forever kissing Sherlock. His lips were soft, the light strokes of his thumb on John’s cheek were giving him butterflies and the small gasps and sighs he was making should be illegal, they sounded so nice.
But unfortunately he couldn’t kiss Sherlock forever, he had to breath. He reluctantly stopped and looked up at Sherlock.
“You kissed me.” Sherlock whispered.
“Good observation.” John laughed shakily, still out of breath from the kiss.
“It wasn’t my imagination, then. Good.” Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief and smiled cheekily down at John. “Do it again.”
John grinned and politely obliged.
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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7688823/1/I_Wont_Live_Without_You
Summary: Draco has asked Harry to do something for him. Something terrible. Can Harry do it?
Angst/Romance
Words: 911
Oneshot
Please check it out and tell me what you think. It’s really short and doesn’t take that long to read. Please review. It’s my first try at Drarry fanfiction and i’m wondering if people would be willing to read my crap.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7688823/1/I_Wont_Live_Without_You
Summary: Draco has asked Harry to do something for him. Something terrible. Can Harry do it?
Angst/Romance
Words: 911
Oneshot
Please check it out and tell me what you think. It’s really short and doesn’t take that long to read. Please review. It’s my first try at Drarry fanfiction and i’m wondering if people would be willing to read my crap.
I’m posting this on an old account, my current tumblr is: http://katiejessicabrown.tumblr.com/
