yO, i'm back.
kinda drabble again heh. established relationship.
enjoy my shit, frens
John woke up to the smell of coffee.
He lazily stretched and put on one of Sherlock's old shirts, which was slightly too big for him and hanged loosely around his form.
He stepped into the kitchen, yawning, and almost choked on his own spit.
There was Sherlock, flipping pancakes and humming some tune happily.
The doctor rubbed his eyes once again, just to be sure he isn't seeing things.
Then his mind really proceeded to acknowledge what was happening in front of him and he rushed to his boyfriend, shoved him out of the counter, turned off all the gadgets and put the pan away.
"What -- John!!" Sherlock exclaimed, deeply surprised by his lover's behavior.
"You - stay away from here. Really. You in the kitchen is never good news."
The detective threw him an offended look. "Excuse me? Just because I experiment from time to time doesn't mean I'm always meaning to blow up the whole street! One time I decide to cook you some breakfast and look how you thank me!"
John sighed softly, running his hands through his hair. "Sherlock, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen. Please."
The detective threw him one more irritated glance and stumbled off to the living room dramatically, where he plopped on the coach, crossed his arms and started pouting.
"So you're gonna sulk now?" John yelled from the kitchen.
"Yes!"
"You wanna hug?"
"No!"
The doctor sighed. "You sure?"
"....No.."
i have the strange feeling this isn't as awful as i thought it would be. so yay me.
title is a song by all time low & vic fuentes (i'm too lazy to think of fucking titles)
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Fanficjust to say, this book has been started a long time ago and since then i have improved dramatically (or at least i like to think i have). so some of these are really bad but it does get better, i promise. *give me constructive criticism and i'll lo...
