I know we have a ton of "Five Things" prompts but this idea won't leave me alone.
Five reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's boyfr...whatever, and one reason John wouldn't give it up for the world.
I would love most if not all of the five things to be fairly minor stuff and not on the "he's a sociopath!" level. Like, "he always guesses what his Christmas presents are" or "he insists on eating from that mediocre Thai place down the street at least once a week."
FILL 1/2: 5 reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's *mumblecough* + 1 reason it's actually very easy
anonymous
August 8 2010, 05:36:24 UTC
One
"Stand back," John mutters. "I'm going to try science."
Sherlock turns his head just enough to shoot him a withering glare before returning all of his considerable attention back to the kitchen table and its array of... are those contact lenses? They rustle like tiny, fantastically creepy insect shells when John nudges them with a fingernail.
"I am going to bed," he announces wearily. "Where I suspect I will have horrible nightmares about beetles. Are you coming or not?"
"Mmm," Sherlock mumbles at him, distractedly. "Not unless you think you'll be able to dream up which of these brands has the precise melting point of the l--"
John left him to it.
Two
They are the police. They will not need to go to the trouble of calling the police when John punches them in the face, because they are the police and they're hardly going to call themselves, are they, and God he's thinking in furious little circles now to stop himself from saying the hell with it and just wading in with fists clenched anyway
( ... )
FILL 2/2: 5 reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's *mumblecough* + 1 reason it's actually very easy
anonymous
August 8 2010, 05:37:31 UTC
Four
NEED URGENT ASSISTANCE AT BAKER ST. SH.
BRING CURRY. SH.
ALSO GARLIC NAAN. MRS H WANTS MANGO LASSI. SH.
I MAY HAVE DESTROYED THE TELEVISION. SH.
HAVE DEFINITELY DESTROYED TELEVISION. SH.
PLEASE BRING HOME NEW TELEVISION. AND CURRY. SH.
Five
He checked his phone again, as if maybe the battery had died at some point in the last two minutes since he'd checked. No messages, battery charged, plenty of reception... No messages.
The clock didn't actually make a sound as the minutes ticked over, but John heard it anyway; the imaginary grinding of enormous gears and the thud-clunk of tumblers, and still his phone was conspicuously silent.
No sound of footsteps on the stairs, either. Mrs Hudson was not chatting happily with anyone on the ground floor. No ambulance sirens, which he told himself was good. No sounds of police coming to knock on his door and say... what? We're terribly sorry sir but your, uh. Boyfriend?
Friend. Partner. Flatmate. Significant Other.
Your Sherlock is dead, sir. Our condolences.The front door
( ... )
Re: FILL 2/2: 5 reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's *mumblecough* + 1 reason it's actually very easylauralaitaineAugust 8 2010, 07:51:34 UTC
Oh, anon! This was brilliant! What with the showing not telling (♥ ♥ ♥) and Sherlock being so Sherlock and John being so steadfastly John. And that last one... beautiful. ♥
Re: FILL 2/2: 5 reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's *mumblecough* + 1 reason it's actually very easy
anonymous
August 8 2010, 13:14:43 UTC
OP here! OP is thrilled! :)
Number four had me laughing out loud and that last part was just perfect. You do a great job of capturing their relationship here, with all of its ups and downs. I loved it!
Re: FILL 2/2: 5 reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's *mumblecough* + 1 reason it's actually very easy
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:29:27 UTC
This is fucking epic, is what. The way each of them is a little bit of what it's like to know Sherlock, what it's like to be with him and tolerate him and like him, in spite of yourself ... it's just really, really clever. And it tells you about John at the same time too which is even better. The last one! The second one! I COULD NEVER PICK ONE. Please write more and anonymously link us to them all! :)
Five reasons it is hard to be Sherlock's boyfr...whatever, and one reason John wouldn't give it up for the world.
I would love most if not all of the five things to be fairly minor stuff and not on the "he's a sociopath!" level. Like, "he always guesses what his Christmas presents are" or "he insists on eating from that mediocre Thai place down the street at least once a week."
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typical couple fashion. <3 adorable prompt!!
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"Stand back," John mutters. "I'm going to try science."
Sherlock turns his head just enough to shoot him a withering glare before returning all of his considerable attention back to the kitchen table and its array of... are those contact lenses? They rustle like tiny, fantastically creepy insect shells when John nudges them with a fingernail.
"I am going to bed," he announces wearily. "Where I suspect I will have horrible nightmares about beetles. Are you coming or not?"
"Mmm," Sherlock mumbles at him, distractedly. "Not unless you think you'll be able to dream up which of these brands has the precise melting point of the l--"
John left him to it.
Two
They are the police. They will not need to go to the trouble of calling the police when John punches them in the face, because they are the police and they're hardly going to call themselves, are they, and God he's thinking in furious little circles now to stop himself from saying the hell with it and just wading in with fists clenched anyway ( ... )
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NEED URGENT ASSISTANCE AT BAKER ST. SH.
BRING CURRY. SH.
ALSO GARLIC NAAN. MRS H WANTS MANGO LASSI. SH.
I MAY HAVE DESTROYED THE TELEVISION. SH.
HAVE DEFINITELY DESTROYED TELEVISION. SH.
PLEASE BRING HOME NEW TELEVISION. AND CURRY. SH.
Five
He checked his phone again, as if maybe the battery had died at some point in the last two minutes since he'd checked. No messages, battery charged, plenty of reception... No messages.
The clock didn't actually make a sound as the minutes ticked over, but John heard it anyway; the imaginary grinding of enormous gears and the thud-clunk of tumblers, and still his phone was conspicuously silent.
No sound of footsteps on the stairs, either. Mrs Hudson was not chatting happily with anyone on the ground floor. No ambulance sirens, which he told himself was good. No sounds of police coming to knock on his door and say... what? We're terribly sorry sir but your, uh. Boyfriend?
Friend. Partner. Flatmate. Significant Other.
Your Sherlock is dead, sir. Our condolences.The front door ( ... )
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I love the last bit, but the fourth blew my brains out. Oh Sherlock. XD
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Number four had me laughing out loud and that last part was just perfect. You do a great job of capturing their relationship here, with all of its ups and downs. I loved it!
Thank you so much for filling my prompt!
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And the texts. And the chips. And the drugs (?). And the...aw hell. All of it!
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