Sherlock is hoarder. Specifically, he is a hoarder of John Watson's sweaters. JOHN IS WONDERING WHERE THEY ALL GO. (They're under Sherlock's bed.)
BONUS: Sherlock likes to wear the sweaters while John is out on dates with Sarah. Doses off before John gets home and he can take off the sweater. John catches him. John is flattered/creeped out/find it's it adorable. Doesn't say anything to our Locksy about it though.
Re: DOES THIS EVEN DESERVE A TITLE?alaceronAugust 14 2010, 17:05:25 UTC
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Finally, drastic times call for drastic measures.
"You don't, by any chance, have any idea where my jumpers are, do you?" he asks Sherlock.
Who looks up from pounding a severed foot with a frozen carrot to give John a slightly disbelieving look.
"Didn't think so," John sighs, pulling off the puce affront to humanity, and forgoing being warm in exchange for some modicum of attractiveness. "Off to meet Sarah, don't wait up."
Afterwards, he will realise that that wasn't actually a "No".
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He returns the next morning after a (cold, so cold--) night kipping on Sarah's sofa. He hangs up his jacket, and heads into the sitting room to find and pull on the puce invention of brilliance so he can be finally and blessedly warm.
Only to stop short, stupefied, at the sight of Sherlock, curled up and fast asleep on their sofa.
With his face buried in John's puce jumper.
Sherlock stirs, mutters sleepily and turns his face away from the sunlight coming in from the window. Further into the jumper. Rubbing his cheek against John's puce
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Re: DOES THIS EVEN DESERVE A TITLE?chev_tries_hardAugust 14 2010, 17:58:27 UTC
DEAR LORD THIS IS AMAZING WHY DID YOU STOP?! OH man, I nearly cried from joy to see this filled. Beyond thankful. I AM INCONSOLABLY HAPPY. There will be more, yes? YEEES?!
BONUS: Sherlock likes to wear the sweaters while John is out on dates with Sarah. Doses off before John gets home and he can take off the sweater. John catches him. John is flattered/creeped out/find it's it adorable. Doesn't say anything to our Locksy about it though.
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Finally, drastic times call for drastic measures.
"You don't, by any chance, have any idea where my jumpers are, do you?" he asks Sherlock.
Who looks up from pounding a severed foot with a frozen carrot to give John a slightly disbelieving look.
"Didn't think so," John sighs, pulling off the puce affront to humanity, and forgoing being warm in exchange for some modicum of attractiveness. "Off to meet Sarah, don't wait up."
Afterwards, he will realise that that wasn't actually a "No".
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He returns the next morning after a (cold, so cold--) night kipping on Sarah's sofa. He hangs up his jacket, and heads into the sitting room to find and pull on the puce invention of brilliance so he can be finally and blessedly warm.
Only to stop short, stupefied, at the sight of Sherlock, curled up and fast asleep on their sofa.
With his face buried in John's puce jumper.
Sherlock stirs, mutters sleepily and turns his face away from the sunlight coming in from the window. Further into the jumper. Rubbing his cheek against John's puce ( ... )
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Humanity is overrated.
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*SHIFTY LOOK*
Seriously, I like this fic.It made me guffaw, and I'd like to read more of it. Please?
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But THE POINT OF THIS WASN'T IN FACT PLUGGING.
Thanks for taking the time to comment =D (<-- was the point)
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Excellent stuff, m'dear. I really loved it. Can you imagine the conversation between those two after this?
*does so.*
*dies laughing.*
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WHAT WOULD I GIVE TO BE A FLY ON THE WALL FOR THAT CONVERSATION.
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lovely fanfic!
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(apparently, so disregarding of the plight of humanity am I that I DIDN'T EVEN NEED the cookies as incentive!)
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OH man, I nearly cried from joy to see this filled. Beyond thankful. I AM INCONSOLABLY HAPPY.
There will be more, yes? YEEES?!
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