I've accidentally fallen into the Sherlock fandom. and I maybe might ship Johnlock. like a lot. A L O T.
also, I found out that I have 3 personality disorders, Obsessive Compulsive, Antisocial and Schizoid.
Johnlock Drabble prompt: AmbulanceFootsteps thundered down the cold streets of London in the dark of the night, Sherlock and John ran in synchronisation. For the fifth time since their first meeting, they were chasing yet another person that the incompetent police had yet to even suspect. They started to gain on him, Sherlock’s endurance and John’s military experience made them both exceptional long-distance runners, compared to the person ahead of them, obviously having a hard time putting one foot in front of the other.Johnlock Drabble prompt: Ambulance by ~Usagi-Elric
Sherlock and John shared looks; the raven-haired cocked a brow, to which the blonde replied with a nod. Sherlock pushed himself faster ahead, a
I only Play For You“What are we doing here?” John said, having enough of the raven-haired man not answering him and freezing in the doorway of the musty room. Sherlock had no choice but to turn and humour the doctor, seeing as he obviously wasn’t going to move again until he got an answer. “We’re on an investigation, obviously! I’m looking for things, any things.” He said, trailing off, his eyes averting to a nearby wall, as he spotted a small detail, John rolled his eyes as Sherlock walked past him like a ghost, striding to the wall to examine it closely. John wandered into the other room on the right, opposite to theI only Play For You by ~Usagi-Elric
Johnlock, After the FallJohn sat in his armchair, in the living room of 221B, Baker street. His laptop sitting on his knees, the fan whirring as it heated up from him using it. He stared at the screen, his blog facing him. The caret blinking at him as his mind wandered. At first he was thinking of what to type, about his day, his neighbourhood. He began to think of Mrs Hudson, and the little things she would say, and Lestrade, and his antics towards…of course. His thoughts had brought him there again. Not a day, an hour, a minute, went by when he didn’t end up on him. Sherlock. He could hear the name resound in his mind, exactly like he heard it wheneveJohnlock, After the Fall by ~Usagi-Elric