The Mystery of John Watson's Disappearing Bed by WritingBird, literature
Literature
The Mystery of John Watson's Disappearing Bed
This is based on a wonderful RP I had once... You can see the original conversation at limegreensushi. tumblr. Com /post/ 19283143533/ probably-the-best-rp-ive-ever-had-in-my-life
John Watson was exhausted. A flu of some sort had been going around, and the surgery had busier than he'd ever seen it before. All he wanted to do was get home, eat something, and then go to bed. He could only hope that Sherlock wouldn't start playing the violin right as he fell asleep, and that there would be something edible in the fridge.
He finally reached 221B and climbed upstairs. Sherlock was sitting in his armchair, staring off into space like he us
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is the first Johnlock story I have ever written, so it may be a bit forced. It's also the first fic I've written in five years, so my writing may be a bit rusty. I appreciate and welcome constructive criticism with open arms. WARNING: This story has homosexual relationships in it. If you don't like it, don't read it and go stand in a corner being afraid of your close-mindedness. Thank you.
It was rare for it to snow a lot in London, but, yet, there it was. Big, fluffy pieces of cloud were falling through the sky, piling with the couple inches o
The Mystery of John Watson's Disappearing Bed by WritingBird, literature
Literature
The Mystery of John Watson's Disappearing Bed
This is based on a wonderful RP I had once... You can see the original conversation at limegreensushi. tumblr. Com /post/ 19283143533/ probably-the-best-rp-ive-ever-had-in-my-life
John Watson was exhausted. A flu of some sort had been going around, and the surgery had busier than he'd ever seen it before. All he wanted to do was get home, eat something, and then go to bed. He could only hope that Sherlock wouldn't start playing the violin right as he fell asleep, and that there would be something edible in the fridge.
He finally reached 221B and climbed upstairs. Sherlock was sitting in his armchair, staring off into space like he us
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is the first Johnlock story I have ever written, so it may be a bit forced. It's also the first fic I've written in five years, so my writing may be a bit rusty. I appreciate and welcome constructive criticism with open arms. WARNING: This story has homosexual relationships in it. If you don't like it, don't read it and go stand in a corner being afraid of your close-mindedness. Thank you.
It was rare for it to snow a lot in London, but, yet, there it was. Big, fluffy pieces of cloud were falling through the sky, piling with the couple inches o