Johnlock fluff oneshots

Poorly Bubba

An: hello. I'm very sorry I'm publishing this so late again but I was reading a very good book in the bath for much longer than was sensible and now I'm all wrinkly but also very content and relaxed:) I hope you like this short bit of fluff, i have Ywfa again at 11 tomorrow so i should probably go to sleep but I really want to read more of my book. No. No, I really do have to sleep🤣🤣 alright, enjoy

Warnings: none that I can think of. Let me know if you notice any I need to include:)

Word count: 720, this is the shortest one I've done so far I think.

"You are infuriating!!"
"Go away!!"
"Just take the damn medicine, it will make you feel better. I promise. What's the point in being a doctor when your boyfriend wont let you look after him when hes Ill?"

John sighed in exasperation and sunk down onto the end of their bed. Sherlock was sat up under the duvet with puffy eyes and an even paler complexion than usual. It had taken a lot of effort to get him there to begin with as he had adamantly insisted that he was fine and that he wanted to go out on a case despite the fact that he was swaying violently where he stood, having to reach out a hand to the doorway for support.
"Sherlock, shut up. I'm a doctor, I can see when someone is unwell. Come on, off to bed with you."
"I'm fine John *cough* I don't know what you're talking about *sniffle*. Check the website, I want to *cough* go on a case."
In the end, Watson had just scooped him up and carried him to their room, bridal style. Luckily, Sherlock didn't have the strength to resist and so was now tucked up safely in bed.

"I'm fine dear, honest I am. I want to *sneeze* go on a case *sniff sniff*."
"You are not fine!!" The doctor was losing patience now and snapped quick sharply, "just take the dam medicine and go to sleep, it will make you feel better, I promise."
"Shan't!"
"Why must you be so bloody stubborn? God, I hate you."
"No you don't, you love me."
"Maybe, but right now I hate you too." Sherlock pouted and crossed his arms defiantly.
"Hmph."
There was a brief silence.
"Ok fine, what if we make a deal? If you take the medicine then I will call in sick and spend all day snuggled with you, watching doctor who. Is that acceptable to you?"
"Maybe." Sherlock had a cheeky grin now and his arms, though still crossed, had relaxed.

"You have to take the medicine though."
"Ok my Doctor Watson."
He picked up the bottle and spoon he had thrown down on the bed before and measured out a spoonful of the red liquid. Sherlock reluctantly opened his mouth and swallowed it, crunching his face up in disgust as he did so.
"Bleargh, its strawberry flavoured! You didn't tell me it was strawberry flavoured!"
"You like strawberries though?" Watson had raised an eyebrow at this dramatic response.
"I like actual strawberries  but not the disgusting chemical concoction they claim is strawberry flavouring; It's disgusting!" This sentence was followed by a series of sniffs that, although they were the result if his illness, Sherlock managed to make seem purposeful in a disdainful way.
"Stop over reacting you drama queen, it's only medicine. Besides, you've done it now."
Sherlock scowled gently but in an over the top childish way that suggested to his partner that he was playing up.
"I've done my bit, now you have to fulfill your side of the deal."
"Ok, ok. Give me 10 minutes to phone the surgery and get the laptop set up."
"Cool. Where's Rosie by the way? *cough* Is she still at Molly's?"
"Yeah, she said she would just drop her straight of at nursery this morning. I have to get her at 1."
Sherlock checked the clock and saw the red numbers reading 10:34.
"Wed better get a move on then or we won't be able to watch much."
"Your the one who keeps chatting to me."
"Fine, I'll stop, go and ring the surgery."

15 minutes later they were both snuggled up in bed together, clutching cups of tea with the opening dum de dums of doctor who playing on the laptop. After about 20 minutes of lesbian lizards and Victorian ice ladies, John felt gentle snoring on his chest. He looked down and smiled to see that Sherlock was fast asleep. He reached over and paused the laptop, gently moving it of the bed. He reached for his phone and set an alarm for an hour and a half before snuggling further down into the warmth of the duvet and pulling Sherlock impossibly closer. Soon there was an accompanying set of soft snuffles as the two mean slept in peaceful happiness.

The end

I hope this was suitably fluffy. I finished watching Sherlock for about the 5th time today and now I don't know what to do. I have found another good book with an ace main character so I'm having a lovely time reading that:) anywho, Ima go. I hope you all are having a lovely existence. If you are feeling down then try to be more cat: treat the world like its yours, have complete confidence in everything you do and enjoy the utter bliss of being alive and having a nice patch of sunlight to relax in with someone willing to give you love and affection if you so desire it:).
K, night night
Isabella

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