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Intoxicated with you

An. Hello my lovely bitches!! Sorry, that was a tad bit rude. Hello my lovely lovelys. There, I corrected it🤣🤣. I basically have already written this story in my head while at school because screw GCSEs, Johnlock is much more important:). Here you go. I hope you like it. Trigger warning, mentions of drug use and heavy alcohol use. There is also a mention of a noodle (my sister has a phobia of these, you use them in sewing but I wont say the word cos even that's triggering for her so it might be for someone else aswell). If you have a noodle phobia, just skip the first paragraph as that's the only mention of them.

Word count: about 2000, yes I know that very long but I like it:)

Third person pov

John was very tired. He had had a long day and was ready to watch a movie or just chill out. He wanted to just relax. What he didnt want when he walked into 221b Baker street was to see Sherlock holding a syringe and moving it towards his arm.
"Sherlock you bloody idiot! What the hell are you doing? I thought we said no more drug abuse?" John rushed forward to grab the needle off the drug addict and examined it carefully. It was still full and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"But I'm soooo borrrred John." Sherlock dragged out each word like a whingey child would.
" I know but this is not the answer. Why didnt you call me? How much have you had?"
"None yet. That was my first dose but you swooped in and stopped all the fun. God John, you're such a party pooper!" Sherlock threw himself onto the sofa dramatically and sighed.
"I'm. So. Fucking. Bored." He had picked up his pistol and enunciated his statement with the bang of bullets.
"Jesus Sherlock, you have to stop. We wont have a wall left soon if you continue like this and then mrs Huddson really would be pissed."
"Ugh, you're not my mother John." He put on a high falsetto voice and mimicked john, "you cant have drugs sherlock, they're bad for you. You cant shoot the walls Sherlock because Mrs Hudson will be really angy. Gosh Sherlock, why dont you just grow up! Burgh!! I'm so bored though John!"
"I know Sherlock. I know but I need you to show me your arms to check that you actually havent taken anything."

"Fine!" He threw out his arms in front of him for the doctor to inspect. To his surprise, there were no visibly new marks. He had to be sure though. He gently reached out his hand and started running his fingers up and down Sherlocks arms to check for puncture marks. He hadnt found any yet but he continued to gently caress his flatmates pockmarked pale arms to "check". Really he just liked the fell of them but Sherlock didnt need to know that. Sherlock was looking surprised at this extended touching but he didnt pull away. When John finally moved away, satisfied that there had been no needle injection recently, Sherlock was actually quite disappointed and missed the feel of John's skin on his. He couldn't let that show though and instead threw himself back so he was lying on the sofa again dramatically.

"Happy now doctor?"
"Yes, very. I'm glad I intercepted you before things went any further."
"Well?" Sherlock looked at John expectantly. John looked confused.
"What?"
"Well you've taken away my fun so you had better entertain me." This was Sherlocks plan all along. He knew John would be too tired to do anything interesting with him when he got in and he was well versed in getting the doctors attention. Besides, who would be so stupid as to get caught like that? He knew fine well what time John got in from work and had timed everything perfectly.
"Sherlock. I'm soooo tired."
"John. Im sooooo bored. If you are going to take away my drugs then you have to at least give me something to keep my mind off them." John sighed. Dammit, Sherlock knew how to get him to do what he wanted. It was highly likely that Sherlock had staged this whole drug thing just to get John to do something interesting with him. But then again, maybe Sherlock really was thinking about using again and that was a chance he couldn't take.
"Fine, what did you have in mind?" Sherlock grinned like a child at Christmas.