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helloliriels · 24 days

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For giving us a glimpse of such tender love ...

And the Award goes to ...

Just a Touch of Lips by Salambo06

One cannot die of fluff, but if one could ... it just might be to this fic! Hailed by critics as: "Full of tenderness and warmth!", "The sweetest, fluffiest story!", "I'm hooked ... help!", "Love. Love love love!", "What did I do to deserve to read such wonderful & unconditional love??", "How can they be so precious and sexy?!", "Kudus x 50! Kudos x 100!!", "This fic is going to kill me ... and I am. so. ready!", "This piece is soooooooo amazing!"

And should you need a double dose of fluff, also try their other amazing fics, including: And If It Begins Anywhere, It Begins Here 💕 or the lumberjack/botanist au The Shape of the World Around Us or even the small and perfect When There is You and Me ...!

Join me in showering some kudos and love on this fic and the writer!

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#hello award season!#bbc sherlock #johnlock #johnlock fluff #sherlocked 2024 #celebrating favourite works in the fandom #old and new!

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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 months

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turtely's OTP challenge

now on Ao3! (tumblr link)

read the (slightly improved) part 6 here:

summary: Just two flatmates making fun of each other. Well, maybe-more-than-flatmates.

General Audience, 850 Words. Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, AU - College/University, Fluff and Humor, and they were roommates:D

the amazing, perfect, talented @justanobsessedpan was kind enough to draw this beautiful fanart for this ficlet, when i first published this on tumblr! please give her likes and reblogs <3

tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added or removed please 💚) @helloliriels @catlock-holmes @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee @baker-street-blog @macgyvershe @myladylyssa @battledress @a-victorian-girl @dreamerofthemeadow @oetkb12 @ohnoesnotagain @mutedsilence @jawnscoffee @raenchaosandcozyadashofmurder @lisbeth-kk @quickslvxrr @compact-and-beautiful @kabubsmagga

#turtely writes #turtely's otp challenge #johnlock #uni!lock #fluff #johnlock fluff #bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #johnlock ficlet

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hellobitches990 · 1 year

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John is Sherlock's first love

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confused-book-noises · 6 months

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I cant believe I haven’t seen this before

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watson-holmes221b · 6 months

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John watching shitty true crime YouTube on the big screen just to piss off Sherlock

#johnlock fluff #johnlock #sherlock secretly loves it #john watson is bi #bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes

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discreetowl · 3 months

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JOHNLOCK FIC!

Towards the end of last year (so not that long ago) I began on my first johnlock fic. It’s incredibly OOC but has been so much fun to work on; I wanted to do something different than anything I’d read before. It’s Johnlock with a lovely sprinkle (more like a downpour) of MorMor.

These Unsuitable Pyrotechnics by discreetowl

Explicit, Words 100k+, Chapter 21/26

Additional Tags: Sherlock Holmes has feelings, POV John Watson, Jim Moriarty is a little shit, Jim Moriarty has feelings, Eventual Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Slow Burn, Developing, AU- High School, Smut, Fluff, Friends with benefits, Angst, Mutual pining, Emotionally unavailable John Watson

SUMMARY: “You had all of me that I knew how to give. And if you would ever have me again, I would give you all the rest.”

Or, the one where John is a jaded bastard who has sworn off love completely, Sherlock is a grand romancing photographer/footy coach, whilst Jim and Seb face their own troubling complexities (arson included).

Oh, and Greg is there as well.

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This is an extremely OOC AU.

Slow burn, updated regularly; sad to happy to infuriating to fucking devastating to somewhat happy again.

Enjoy, and please indulge me with any questions, thoughts, or points of clarification.

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leosficlist · 10 days

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Hello everyone!!

Its been 4-5 years since I was active on this blog, but I never stopped reading Johnlock fan fictions.

Since I’ve been using my ao3 bookmarks as a hoarding ground for every fic I’ve read in that time, I thought those curations may be better appreciated on tumblr!

So stay tuned if you’re still looking to read some Johnlock tales, mostly BBC but occasionally ACD slips in there too.

❤️

#johnlock #johnlock fanfic #johnlock fanfiction #johnlock fic rec #fic rec #tjlc #bbc sherlock #bbc johnlock #bbc sherlock fic #johnlock fluff #johnlock rec blog #johnlock rec

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helloliriels · 1 year

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It Belongs In A Museum

"John ... I thought you said this was a library?" Sherlock turned a corner and found himself in the middle of what instead appeared to be ... a museum?

John meanwhile, rounded the corner and came crashing into a halted Sherlock.

He looked the taller man up and down before peering about the room before them. Trying to see what might have arrested his flatmate's attention?

John's breath caught.

Hanging on every available inch of the walls ...

. Were brilliant works of art, in every style and fashion ...

Full sized paintings ... hand drawn sketches ... and mostly digital works ... some full color, some in a manga or comic book art style ... but all featuring ...

. "It's ... it's us?"

John asked, stunned.

The question had also paralyzed the detective. Try as he might ... he simply could not compute the sheer amount of time and effort that had been put into this lovingly curated hall of art works ... ?

"John ... are you seeing-?"

. "What you're seeing ... ?" John finished for him, "yeah mate." He nodded imperceptibly. Unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing pictures that graced the gallery walls.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, as he caught a glimpse of something he definitely wanted a closer look at! And he was off ... Sherlock hard on his heels.

They spun about, smiling ... laughing ... tugging each other to see and comment on various pieces ... catching themselves eyeing each other with newfound wonder as they explored ... and often a hand over their mouths as they suppressed the joy that threatened to spill over like an uncorked bottle of champagne!

John had never seen Sherlock so animated, as when he was choosing his favourite image of John and having John imitate - or try as he might - NOT imitate - the position or stance that the artist had put them in ...

They landed on the floor laughing and rolling in each others arms after chasing each other around the silent gallery ...

Until John remembered - they were in a gallery! or what was supposed to be a LIBRARY! - and he hushed Sherlock with a finger to his lips ... Following it with a hesitant ... and careful kiss.

Their first.

Sherlock blinked.

"How long has this been going on, John?" he asked, needing to know more. John shrugged, his smile deepening even as he flattened himself against the ground and simply enjoyed the feel of Sherlock in his arms ... The man was gorgeous with his hair all aglow in the gallery lighting ...

. "I honestly don't know, Sherlock," he replied ... tugging the detective down by his shirt front for another good snog ... "but I'm guessing they all noticed it before we did?"

. Sherlock hummed in acknowledgement. Accepting John's lips and the warmth of his nearness like a glove that fit only too well ...

John felt a twinge in his back at being on the cold, hard floor too long though - and pushed Sherlock off of him, playfully - rising and helping the man to his feet.

"Guess we should see what we came here for?" John offered, leading the way, "think the library is back here? Ah!" He flicked on a lightswitch behind a pair of double doors ... and a

. "WHOA!!!!"

Slipped out of their mouths simultaneously ... jaws dropping.

As the darkened warehouse before them flickered to life, row ... by illuminated row ...

Revealing hundreds ... if not thousands ... NO ... HUNDREDS of thousands!!! Of stories ...

. Written about ... them?

John winked at Sherlock.

Before dashing ahead in a mad chase. Each grabbing up several volumes apiece and meeting to read a few pages ...

. "Look at this one!"

. "John - you won't believe-!" "Sherlock!" "John!"

. "This is-" "-I'm taking this one!" "This is brilliant!"

. "We're in a sci-fi!" "oooh an epic!" "OHmyGOD!"

John's giggling could be heard a few rows down, and Sherlock tucked another in his pocket and swung around the shelving to peruse over John's shoulder.

His jaw dropped.

"I think ..." John grinned wickedly "... I've found the E rated section ...!"

Sherlock's eyes grew wide as saucers and he tore the book from John's hands ... devouring pages at a time! Then he looked up at the rows and rows of shelves, his gaze glossing towards empty - but John could see he was critically engaged in making a heavy calculation.

"Verdict?" John asked, smirking. Having allowed the great genius to do his mental gymnastics.

"I think we're going to need more bookshelves at Baker Street," Sherlock stated, "... and we may need to try everything suggested."

"For science?" John asked, solemnly.

"For science," Sherlock agreed. Hiding his own burgeoning grin.

Then they both stood. Sheepishly looking down at their own feet ... and then at the rows and rows of unexplored fiction they could wander through ... endlessly ... nightly ... for the rest of their lives ...

"John ... ?" Sherlock asked, then, quietly. As if whispering in a holy room, "... what did you say this place was called again?'

He was a boy again. Full of wonder.

John smiled. Recognizing the dawn of a new era of their lives. He answered, just as solemnly,

"I'd say it was ... an archive of our own?"

Then he met Sherlock's adoring eyes,

. ... as the lights above ... winked.

For @sherlockchallenge February Prompt: Museum. and for all you lovely @fluffbruary writers and artists making the month delish.

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#archive of our own #library love #museum #sherlock challenge #johnlock fluff

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 13

[day 12] [day 14]

prompts: whole | steam | first by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

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"First time you solved a case?", John - across from Sherlock, beyond slightly tipsy, closer than he'd be if he were sober - asks. Eyes never drifting off Sherlock's.

Sherlock - slightly clumsy in his body due to the alcohol, speech slower and kinda sloppy - is just as captured in John's eyes as his flatmate is in his own. "Seven."

"Seven?!", John asks incredulously. "No way." The blogger leans even closer to him. They are at home and their armchairs are nearer to each other than usual.

"Yeah, or something... I don't remember. What does it matter? Will you ask your question now?"

John laughs, his eyes darting up to the ceiling and right back down to his flatmate. "I just did. It's your turn."

"Fine. First time you were drunk?", Sherlock lays his head to the side and John loves the way his eyes twinkle in mischief.

John leans back and thinks for a moment. Then he grins, slightly tortured. "Fifteen. Jeffrey's birthday party. First time you smoked a cigarette?", he inquires.

"Sixteen. Nearly coughed my lungs out."

John snorts with laughter. "Yeah. 'Course."

"You're not born a smoker, John.", the taller man defends himself, sounding almost hurt.

"First time you used, then."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Nineteen. And it was my turn."

"Was it? Sorry. Ask me two questions.", John waves warily.

Sherlock inches closer, elbows on his knees. "First time you kissed someone."

John is leaning back in his armchair. When he hears the question, he makes a face. "Define kissing."

Sherlolck raises an eyebrow. "What's there to define? Touch or caress with the lips as a sign of love or sexual desire."

"What's that? The dictionary's definition?", John laughs. Sherlock doesn't react, due to the fact, that it's actually the definition of Oxford Languages. "Well. First 'kiss' was at thirteen. But my first real kiss was at seventeen.", John finally answers.

"What makes the second to a real kiss?"

"Ugh, you know...", John says dismissively.

"No, I don't.", Sherlock replies.

That wakes John up a bit. He sits up. "First kiss I enjoyed. That I think both parties enjoyed.", John explains, staring at Sherlock's lips for a few seconds, before his gaze darts up into his eyes again. "Still awkward and clumsy but we were in love and for us it counted. Felt it in my gut. Prolly lower to." John glances at the mouth opposite of him again. Sherlock follows John's eyes with his and lifts a corner of his mouth slyly.

"First time you kissed someone of the same sex?", Sherlock asks, voice low and so quiet John almost doesn't hear it.

The whole evening John's gaze been on Sherlock's eyes, but now he is mesmerized by his lips. The shorter man's tongue darts out. "Tonight.", he says quietly.

Sherlock knits his eyebrows in confusion. "We spent all evening together, when did you-"

John laughs before leaning forward and quickly placing his lips on Sherlock's.

"Oh.", the self proclaimed consulting detective says, lips slightly parted.

John's grin is crooked. "Yeah. 'Oh.'", he responds. Then John lets his hand sink into Sherlock's curls at the back of his head and pulls the man down to kiss him properly.

When they part Sherlock's eyes flutter open. 'Gorgeous', John thinks. He gulps, then asks, "First time you fell asleep next to me?"

Sherlock's gaze is so dark, John feels it inside of his chest. "Tonight.", he says.

John sighs, hugs his detective, smiles into his neck and agrees "Tonight."

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A/N: feedback? 🙃 please i need it

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#turtely writes #fluffbruary with turtely #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #day 13 #happy about reblogs 🥰#firsts #johnlock fluff #johnlock #johnlock ficlet #bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes

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eggcompany · 2 months

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Sherlock feels Shitty

Sherlock gets sick and John cares for him. Sherlock feels 'unsettled' and asks John to hold him. Cute cuddling ensues.Short and sweet

Sherlock was sick. Sicker than hell. He felt terrible and looked worse. Good thing he lived with a doctor.

Said doctor was currently doing laundry because everything smelled of sweet sickness. He found Sherlock in his room a few hours ago. Curled up under all his blankets, sweaty and pale. John had given him meds for the fever and a bottle of water.

“Sherlock, do you need anything? You should probably get a shower and get all that sweat off your skin. You could develop a rash and I mean it smells… awful in here. I’ll fix your bed while you wash up.” John said when he returned to check on the detective. Sherlock just groaned and pulled his blanket tighter around his head, hiding his face. John sighed. Sherlock is the worst patient.

John walked around and squatted down, his knees protesting, so he was face to face with Sherlock. His nose was the only thing visible from his blanket wrap.

“I swear to god I will put you in that goddamned tub wrapped in your blanket. Get up and shower and let me clean this room. You smell worse than usual.” John said in his ‘ Real Shit Sherlock, I’ll kill.’ voice. Sherlock shivered but not from the fever. He unwrapped his head and gave John puppy eyes.

“Up, come on. Stinky man, go shower. Think about what you want to eat while you’re in there!” John calls after Sherlock as he trudged to the bathroom wearing only a pair of briefs and a plain t-shirt that used to be john’s but is now stretched to hell.

John quickly stripped the bed and sprayed sanitizer on the bare mattress. He got a plain cotton sheet set and threw it onto the bed and covered the pillows in the nice new cases. John smiled and got a bottle of some good smelling spray that Mrs. Hudson cleans with and doused the room in it.

“Johnnnnnn” He sighs as he heard Sherlock calling out for him. John walks to where Sherlock’s soaking wet head is poked through the bathroom door. His hair hung into his face. John thought he looked like a hosed cat.

“What do you need, Sherlock? Did we run out of water?” John asked and leaned against the wall. Sherlock sneezed and then hiccuped. Sherlock groaned and looked up at John, so defeated.

“I don’t have a towel and I didn’t grab any clothes. Will you- Could you grab me some underwear and a hoodie? I’m getting cold. And a towel! Please…” Sherlock said and hiccuped again which caused him to cough. John felt pity for the younger man. Sherlock never gets sick…

John dug through Sherlock’s drawers till he found a pair of soft grey underwear and he found a plain navy blue hoodie in his closet. John went down and got a towel out of the clean laundry he had already folded but hadn’t put away yet. John made his way back to the bathroom and knocked.

“Johnnnn, I feel like trash. I’m cold and my body hurts so much and I feel like I’m melting.” Sherlock said through the door. John opened the door to reveal Sherlock sitting in the tub with the shower running. Sherlock was pouting as the water washed down his face. The room was filled with a thick steam that John thought felt rather nice.

“Sherlock, I brought you what you wanted. How about we get you dried off and dressed and right back to bed. I know you don’t feel good. You’ve just got a bit of a cold. I’ll come sit with you in your room if you’d like, we can go through emails. Now up and dressed.” John said and put the clothes on the sink and handed the soggy man the towel. Sherlock had turned off the shower but was still sitting in the tub. John walked out and he heard Sherlock groan as he stood up.

John dragged his chair in from the living room into Sherlock’s room and placed it beside Sherlock’s bed. He brought his laptop in and made a plate of biscuits and got a few water bottles to set beside the bed.

Soon Sherlock walked in and flopped down face first into the bed.

“Sherlock get under the covers. Why didn’t you dry your hair? Do you want to stay sick? Let me go get a towel. Eat these, drink this.” John said and watched Sherlock cocoon himself into his blankets and nibble on some of the cookies. John put a bottle on the bed too before he left to get a towel.

When he returned Sherlock was sitting up in the bed with his blanket still pulled over his head. John put his knee on the bed and pulled the blanket off Sherlock’s head.

“Do you want to brush it?” John said in a light quiet voice. Sherlock shook his head. John wiped the water from Sherlock’s pale skin around his neck and then around his ears. Finally John threw the towel over Sherlock’s head and rubbed and scrunched at the dark hair until the towel was wet and the hair was dry. Sherlock had closed his eyes and relaxed some. John threw the towel over near the hamper. John settled back and sat in his chair.

“Go back to sleep. You need to rest. All you can do is rest and try to soothe your throat. I’ll make you some new hot tea if you’d like.” John said and watched Sherlock pout and whine.

“Why’re you whining right now?” John asked and Sherlock looked at him and poked his bottom lip out.

“I feel unsettled. Everything’s wrong and I feel hot and cold and I’m overwhelmed.” Sherlock said and sniffed his nose. He looked so… well not Sherlock-y. Not confident and solid. He looked rather flustered and mushy.

“What can I do to help?” John asked and looked at Sherlock. Sherlock just thought for a moment while looking at his hands. John just waited. Sometimes you had to be patient with Sherlock, John learned a long time ago.

“You like me.” Sherlock said and didn’t look at John. John shook his head. ‘ You like me’ usually meant ‘ I’m going to ask for something normal friends wouldn’t ask for ’.

“What do you want?” John said in a caring tone. Sherlock sniffed his nose again and picked at his blanket for a moment.

“Will you be okay with um… holding me? ” Sherlock said. The last few words were mumbled so John didn’t quite understand.

“Sherlock, I didn’t hear you. Can you say it again?” John said and Sherlock blushed and looked to the side.

“Will you hold me, please? It’s fine if you don’t want to because it’s not something yo-” Sherlock very quickly and rambled on. John laughed and sat down on the side of the bed and pulled the covers away.

“I didn’t take you as a cuddler. Teddy bear are you?” John said and laid back against the pillow and headboard.

Sherlock blushed but quickly scooted so he was laying against John’s chest. Sherlock tried not to move and stay still as he laid stiffly against John’s arm and torso.

“Sherlock, you’re intolerable sometimes.” John said and pulled and pushed at the sick man until he was laying across John’s lap with his head laying against where John’s heart was. John put his arms around him and Sherlock didn’t breathe for a moment.

“Is this okay?” Sherlock whispered and felt like he was melting. John was so warm, so so warm. And strong and solid under him but he had some softness around his midsection and he smelled-

“Go to sleep.” John said and pulled the blanket back up over them. Sherlock was tense for a moment but then John started to rub Sherlock’s upper arm slowly.

John couldn’t help but fall asleep too. Sherlock’s weight felt nice against his chest and it was nice and cozy. John slept like the dead for almost two hours before a coughing fit woke him up.

John opened his eyes as he was shaken away by the coughing man who was pressed against his chest still. Though Sherlock was laying a different way now. Sherlock had put his legs on each side of John’s and his chin on John’s shoulder. Sherlock had his arms wrapped around John, under the short man’s own.

John instantly started to rub up and down Sherlock’s back. Sherlock hacked and wheezed for a few minutes before it stopped. He tried to catch his breath. John just rubbed his back and pulled the blanket back up to their shoulders.

“It’s alright. It’s okay. Just breathe, Sherlock, breathe in nice and deep and let it out. It’s alright.” John said in a low loving voice. John felt so bad for poor Sherlock. The younger man was really just skin and bones. Coughing must take so much out of him.

“I feel shitty…” Sherlock said and laid his face back onto John’s shoulder. John sighed and leaned over so his head was leaning on Sherlock’s.

“I know. I know you do. Well get you fixed up soon enough. Do you want to get up and get you-” John offered but Sherlock squeezed him and interrupted him.

“Stay. I don’t want anything. Just wanna sleep, please.” Sherlock said and closed his eyes. He really was still so tired…

John nodded. He kind of liked being here, holding Sherlock.

“Okay. Let’s just go back to sleep.” John was soon right back to sleep, this time with his arms wrapped around the detective.

Maybe taking care of Sherlock wouldn’t be too bad...

#fanfic #egg_company #bbc sherlock #sherlock x john #johnlock #john watson #johnlock fanfiction #johnlock fluff

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strqxge · 11 months

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Sick [Johnlock Fanfiction]

John leaned against the cop car as he waited for Sherlock to finish up with Greg. Rain was pouring down on all of them and John blinked the water out of his eyes, looking down so his eyes wouldn't burn. Sherlock didn't seem to notice the rain aside from moving his drenched mop of hair out of the way of his eyes to talk to the DI.

"Are we done here? I'd rather not be drowning in water." Sherlock commented and shook his head, water splashing onto John and Greg.

"Yeah. I'll take the guy down to the station. You two go on and head home; looks like the rain isn't letting up anytime soon." Greg replied as he playfully shooed the two away with a grimace of a smile. John lightly chuckled and looked at his raven haired friend.

"Thanks, Greg." Sherlock said as he began walking off. John's brow furrowed as he blinked for a moment, his eyes darting to Sherlock and then to Greg. The DI's eyes were wide open in shock as he opened his mouth and attempted to speak.

"Did- Did he just?" John smiled wide.

"He actually called me Greg." Greg nodded and laughed, "Bloody hell..Why do you think he did that?"

"He's just being nice." Greg was about to interrupt him, "Yes I know that's not like Sherlock but maybe he feels off because of the weather. He looked like a drenched otter." He said, casting an affectionate glance towards his friend. He's had a small crush on him since their first case but didn't say anything towards the detective, knowing that he would be rejected.

"You should tell him, John."

"Tell him what?" Greg glared at his friend's obliviousness and wiped the water from his face, the rain somehow coming down even harder.

"You have feelings for him." He said confidently which caused John's cheeks to tint red.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Greg." John tried to lie but to no avail as his friend rolled his eyes, "Plus, he's married to his work so what would be the point-"

"JOHN!" Sherlock called to his blogger, motioning to the cab that had stopped next to him. John politely excused himself from Greg who gave him a wink. The blond man groaned and rolled his eyes and turned to walk to Sherlock who was impatiently waiting, "What were you and Graham talking about?" The detective asked.

"Oh c'mon Sherlock." John laughed, "You just called him by his right name." Sherlock's face contorted into his mischievous little smirk as he rolled up his coat sleeve. It revealed a rain smeared 'Greg' that he had previously written on his arm, "Oh you utter cock." Both of the men laughed and entered the cab, returning to 221B.

Just like any other cab ride Sherlock quickly exited the car leaving John to pay the cabbie. After that John entered the flat and watched as Sherlock retreated into his room, shutting the door behind him. John also retreated to his own room deciding that he needed a shower after he saw all of the mud and small puddles of water that trailed after him.

After his shower John decided just to head to bed, barely able to keep his eyes open. Rain always made him sleepy. So once he was dried off he put on his sleep clothes which consisted of a gray shirt and navy blue pants. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

John groaned in annoyance as he turned off his alarm, stretching his arms and letting out an embarrassingly loud grunt in effort. He slowly sat up on the edge of his bed rubbing and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The blogger stood still for a moment as he thought he heard Sherlock call for him but shook his head. John came out of his room and closed the door, walking to their living room space. He raised his eyebrow in confusion as he expected to see a sleep deprived Sherlock in his mind palace on the couch.

"Sherlock?" He called out as he searched the kitchen. Nothing was touched ever since they initially left for the case yesterday, "Are you still asleep..?" He wondered to himself as he carefully walked to his bedroom door, wincing as he heard the floorboards creak loudly as he approached. He leaned his ear onto the wooden door, listening for anything.

"Jawwnn.." A croak weakly called out his name followed by a small shuffle from what John assumed to be bedsheets. Sherlock opened his bedroom door and the blogger gasped. The detective was still in his clothes from yesterday. His usual styled hair was tangled and his posture drooped like a wet piece of paper. His eyes were the worst, its usual shine replaced with a look of extreme exhaustion and fatigue.

"Sherlock!" John exclaimed as he examined his friend, feeling his forehead with the back of his hand, "You're burning up! Why didn't you get cleaned up when we got home?!" Sherlock groaned and moved his head to the side to cough into his elbow.

"..I was too tired to bother." He confessed quietly, making John's face change into one of pure worry. Typically Sherlock would shake off his concern but hearing that made the ex army doctor worry even more. The raven haired detective turned his head back and they held eye contact once more, causing the shorter of the two to blush ever so slightly.

"Come on, I'll set up a bath for you." John sighed and led his friend into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and let the tub fill up, "I'll be back with your clothes and a towel." He exited the bathroom and went into Sherlock's room. His room was very neat and tidy except for the bed. The blankets were tangled and wet on one side--the spot where Sherlock had slept.

After a few minutes John returned to the bathroom with a long sleeved purple shirt and black sweatpants on one arm and the towel on the other. He noticed Sherlock wasn't standing by the sink anymore and was about to yell for him until he noticed he was already in the bathtub. His chest was slightly exposed as he lounged in the warm water, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open.

"You're back.." Sherlock said drowsily, "Yaayy.."

"Er- yeah." John cleared his throat as he held his eyes away from scanning the rest of the detective's body. He knelt down and stopped the water before it overflowed and looked at his friend. He looked so perfect even when he was sick. His face was abnormally relaxed and his pale body shivered as it got used to the warm water, "So- do you want me to help with anything?"

"My hair.." Sherlock hummed, "But if you mess it up even more I'll.." He paused as he thought of a threat, "I don't know what I'll do but I'll do something bad." John laughed as he filled a cup with bath water and poured it on the ravenette's head, covering his face so the water wouldn't sting his eyes. The bathroom was silent as John washed his hair aside from the occasional content sigh and hum from Sherlock.

John smiled as he rinsed out Sherlock's hair, gently massaging his scalp which caused the other man to let out what almost sounded like a moan. The blogger stopped for a moment and blushed madly, looking towards Sherlock who looked like nothing had happened. John cleared his throat and finished rinsing his hair.

"There we go." He said softly and stood up, laughing slightly as he saw Sherlock's face contort into a small frown.

"Okay.." Sherlock whined and then started to stand up causing John to turn away.

"ALRIGHT!" John exclaimed and the detective turned to him, confused, "You finish up! I-I'll be in the living room on my computer." He cursed himself for stuttering as he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him quickly. He took a deep breath and sighed as he sat down in front of his computer and started on typing up a blog about their latest case.

Sherlock exited the bathroom wearing the clothes John picked out for him. His hair was still wet from poorly drying it and it dripped onto his shirt. He walked over to John swiftly and leaned down to him--so close that their noses almost touched.

"John."

"Yes, Sherl-" John was interrupted when he found Sherlock's lips on his.

Sherlock was kissing him?!

He sat there shocked for a moment before kissing back. Sherlock quickly pulled out of the kiss and smirked at his blogger, a red blush tinting both of their cheeks.

"Thank you." He nodded in appreciation and walked to the couch, grabbing the red blanket that laid on the top of it. He draped it around his shoulders like a cloak and looked back at John. They both smiled at each other again and Sherlock winked before plopping onto the couch, the blanket flowing after him as he pulled it around himself tightly.

John felt his lips with his fingers, already missing the sensation of the detective's lips on his. He looked over at Sherlock who was laying on the couch facing the cushions. John bit his lip as he then turned back to his computer and continued to type. Nothing could wipe the smiles off of their faces. They were much too happy from the events that had just occurred.

Especially Sherlock. It was his plan from the start ;)

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