JohnLock Oneshots

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John Watson was on his way to the supermarket to buy more groceries. He always felt bad for Mrs. Hudson, having to buy all the groceries, do all the housework, etc. Of course, Sherlock wouldn't dare go near the groceries let alone buy them at the store.

Right before John entered the store, his phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the message.

Where are you?

SH

John shook his head and turned to their window. The store was just down the street, perfect view from their flat. He could just barely make out a figure standing in the window.

"For Christ's sake, Sherlock." He muttered to himself.

You know exactly where I am, Sherlock

He shook his head and proceeded into the store but was stopped once again by his phone.

Why are you not at home?

John glared at the window and went in. He made it all the way to the sale aisle when his phone buzzed again.

You never answered my question, John Watson

Jesus, Sherlock. I'm shopping for groceries.

There was a brief pause.

Why?

You're acting like a child.

Children don't know how to solve crimes using just the scent of perfume. Do they?

John couldn't believe what he was reading.

I'll be home soon.

John went to the vegetable aisle to grab some lettuce for the salad he was going to make for dinner. While he was there he got carrots, beans, and tomatoes. He felt a vibration in his pocket and sighed.

Why are you not home?

Sherlock, it's been 7 minutes...

John debated whether he should turn his phone off or not.

But I'm bored.

Then go to your mind palace.

But I don't feel like it.

Sherlock please just do something. Stop texting me.

He waited a few moments before going back to shopping. John made his way to the breakfast aisle and got some English muffins. He thought about getting Sherlock the cinnamon swirl but kept walking. He can live without cinnamon swirl English muffins for a week.

Get me the Cinnamon Swirl English muffins.

John shook his head. How did he know?

Stop texting me and I will!

John drew his attention back to the shopping list. All he needed was milk and more tea bags. He went to the drink aisle first to get the tea bags then made his way to the milk aisle. John shivered when he approached the refrigerators that stored all the dairy products. He thought back to when Sherlock would offer him his coat when it was cold outside. He smiled then his phone buzzed. Now what?

Cold?

For Christ's sake, Sherlock. How did you know?

No response. John quickly grabbed the milk and checked out. He made his way back to the flat. When he opened the door he heard Sherlock composing and smiled. John went upstairs and put the groceries in the fridge, cringing at the jar of severed fingers. When he shut the door he was startled by Sherlock standing over him.

"Jesus, Sherlock." He chuckled. "Nearly gave me a heart attack," Sherlock smirked at the comment.

"I missed you," Sherlock whispered. 

***A/N***

Sorry this sucks, tried to make it entertaining... Failed miserably lol. Add this to your reading lists so you never miss an update!!!

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