The message begins quite enthusiastically; a very large contrast to John’s scowl and silently fuming face.
She’ll never let the nickname go, won’t she? he thinks quietly to himself but evidently not enough to be spared from his flat mate’s scrutinizing gaze, that know it all git. He rolls his eyes and opts to continue reading, not bothering to acknowledge Sherlock’s comically raised eyebrow directed to him from across the table. The lack of privacy, even in the comforts of his own head, is something John had come terms with in a surprisingly very short time.
And we’re not even talking about the body parts in the fridge, the once in a while “Get out, John, it’s my turn!” shower incidents where Sherlock can’t wait for a sodding minute and had to cleanse himself from the “badly odors of the world” right now - and no, it doesn’t matter what the hell you’re doing whether you got soap in your eye or the middle of a bubbly bath, not to mention the recent “It’s for a case!” experiment that involved stealing several articles of his clothing shreds and…let’s just say, it’s a very long list.
And somewhere in London in a large discreet unassuming house, in a very protected safe under the bedside table where it could be easily accessed at desperate times of need, is a rather detailed and updated file of the man in question. It is to take note that its first entry of the same man is around the tender age of nine months and four days and has something to do with the death of a newly acquired goldfish. The man of course, remembers nothing of this particular incident. The file’s owner, however, doesn’t.
After a few seconds of prolonged silence, John finally hears a ruffle of paper and a sound only Sherlock can convincingly pull off, a sort of bizarre cross between a childish whine and an irritated groan. He momentarily looks up at his friend to see him sitting in his chair crossed legged while flipping reading the newspaper for the past fifteen minutes in search for a new case. He is wearing his blue dressing gown and his curly hair is sticking in all directions. And by the looks of the very obvious, things are not going well as planned.
So remember Amy? Well we’re sort of hanged out yesterday at her flat– No! No alcohols involved and certainly NOT the one you have in mind. Okay, maybe a can or two. But that was it!
He snorts. Of course he remembers Amy Rogers, the godsend who introduced Harry to the “wonders of YouTube” and probably the only person in existence who successfully managed to make Harry stay away from drinking in a very long time since her breakup with Clara. The strawberry blond fresh graduate (based off his sister’s description of Amy in one of their rare talks over the phone, as he has to meet the woman) moved into Harry’s neighborhood two months ago and though they didn’t get along well at first, they ended up being friends against all odds. Well John isn’t the person to judge, as his unlikely friendship with Sherlock has much more complications and questions with doubt from the Yarders, Mycroft and even Sherlock himself.
Anyways, she showed me this recently posted video which is turning viral as we speak and – OH MY GOD. It’s just brilliant, you need to watch this! Like seriously, Johnny - John scowls at the nickname again, you must see it. Made me thinking about my life in the past few months. The links down below so please watch it, okay?
Now here’s the slight problem. While Harry’s change for the better is certainly welcoming, the rather rapid increase of emails in his inbox is another story. For the past weeks he has become the unofficial “contact number” of the Yarders to Sherlock after they had a breakthrough discovery that sending any form of multimedia via “The Flatmate”, as long as written professionally (ie. No mention of the word ‘freak’, ‘weirdo’ or any name calling of some sort) and with intent, would guarantee less insults and more chance of success that with the person himself.
* A/N I initially planned to post this once the "scene" is done but I thought you might like an update. I'll post again as soon as I can. Thanks! :D *
Fill: A Crazy Little Thing Called Boredom - 2/?
The message begins quite enthusiastically; a very large contrast to John’s scowl and silently fuming face.
She’ll never let the nickname go, won’t she? he thinks quietly to himself but evidently not enough to be spared from his flat mate’s scrutinizing gaze, that know it all git. He rolls his eyes and opts to continue reading, not bothering to acknowledge Sherlock’s comically raised eyebrow directed to him from across the table. The lack of privacy, even in the comforts of his own head, is something John had come terms with in a surprisingly very short time.
And we’re not even talking about the body parts in the fridge, the once in a while “Get out, John, it’s my turn!” shower incidents where Sherlock can’t wait for a sodding minute and had to cleanse himself from the “badly odors of the world” right now - and no, it doesn’t matter what the hell you’re doing whether you got soap in your eye or the middle of a bubbly bath, not to mention the recent “It’s for a case!” experiment that involved stealing several articles of his clothing shreds and…let’s just say, it’s a very long list.
And somewhere in London in a large discreet unassuming house, in a very protected safe under the bedside table where it could be easily accessed at desperate times of need, is a rather detailed and updated file of the man in question. It is to take note that its first entry of the same man is around the tender age of nine months and four days and has something to do with the death of a newly acquired goldfish. The man of course, remembers nothing of this particular incident. The file’s owner, however, doesn’t.
After a few seconds of prolonged silence, John finally hears a ruffle of paper and a sound only Sherlock can convincingly pull off, a sort of bizarre cross between a childish whine and an irritated groan. He momentarily looks up at his friend to see him sitting in his chair crossed legged while
flippingreading the newspaper for the past fifteen minutes in search for a new case. He is wearing his blue dressing gown and his curly hair is sticking in all directions. And by the looks of the very obvious, things are not going well as planned.So remember Amy? Well we’re sort of hanged out yesterday at her flat– No! No alcohols involved and certainly NOT the one you have in mind. Okay, maybe a can or two. But that was it!
He snorts. Of course he remembers Amy Rogers, the godsend who introduced Harry to the “wonders of YouTube” and probably the only person in existence who successfully managed to make Harry stay away from drinking in a very long time since her breakup with Clara. The strawberry blond fresh graduate (based off his sister’s description of Amy in one of their rare talks over the phone, as he has to meet the woman) moved into Harry’s neighborhood two months ago and though they didn’t get along well at first, they ended up being friends against all odds. Well John isn’t the person to judge, as his unlikely friendship with Sherlock has much more complications and questions with doubt from the Yarders, Mycroft and even Sherlock himself.
Anyways, she showed me this recently posted video which is turning viral as we speak and – OH MY GOD. It’s just brilliant, you need to watch this! Like seriously, Johnny - John scowls at the nickname again, you must see it. Made me thinking about my life in the past few months. The links down below so please watch it, okay?
Now here’s the slight problem. While Harry’s change for the better is certainly welcoming, the rather rapid increase of emails in his inbox is another story. For the past weeks he has become the unofficial “contact number” of the Yarders to Sherlock after they had a breakthrough discovery that sending any form of multimedia via “The Flatmate”, as long as written professionally (ie. No mention of the word ‘freak’, ‘weirdo’ or any name calling of some sort) and with intent, would guarantee less insults and more chance of success that with the person himself.
* A/N I initially planned to post this once the "scene" is done but I thought you might like an update. I'll post again as soon as I can. Thanks! :D *