“Bored.”
John sighed quietly. “That's the sixty third time, then.”
“What?” Sherlock tilted his head in the direction of his flatmate, who was in his chair, cradling his baby daughter.
“You said you were bored sixty three times, just today.” John looked up at him.
Sherlock gave him a smile. “I'm just that bored.”
John shrugged and looked back down. “There isn't anything I can do about that.” He said.
Sherlock sighed loudly, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. He stared at John, then looked down at Rosamund, who was leaning into John's chest, her eyes closed and her hands curled up to her body.
“I would shoot the wall,” Sherlock mumbled. “If the baby wasn't here.”
Sherlock stood up and walked over to John. He grabbed his laptop and then sat back down. He turned it on.
“Hey!” John frowned.
“You changed the password.” Sherlock said.
John nodded. “I did change it, yes.”
“RosaMaryWatson15.”
“How--” John shook his head. “Nevermind.”
“Well, John, as I've heard so many times from parents, having a child is the most wonderful thing, and the child immediately becomes what the parent's life revolves around. And your baby, Rosamund Mary Watson, was born 2015.”
John sunk into his chair and made a pouty face. He held Rosamund close, watching as Sherlock did something on the laptop.
“What are you looking at?” John asked.
“Internet.”
“Yeah, but--”
“Inter. Net.”
John sighed loudly, getting up to wander around the living room with Rosie cuddled up to him.
Sherlock hummed softly, logging onto a site that he just loved to visit when he was bored.
The site was full of stupid kids he could expose to their hundreds of followers.
Sherlock's username was 'BlankPalace’. He only came on when his mind was blank, or he was bored.
“What are you looking at?” John walked up behind him.
“Emails.” Sherlock grumbled, ducking away. John sighed.
“My emails?” John asked.
“My emails.” Sherlock mumbled.
John walked away, and Sherlock began his search.
FoOfTheHumans
ABOUT:
Hi! I'm Fo! I'm a 16 year old girl…
That's enough Sherlock needed to know. He already knew she was an eleven year old with a drunk mother and two siblings.
YallBe9Boop
ABOUT:
I'm a 26 year old writer with......
“Asthma,” Sherlock deducted. “And a constant hand tremor.”
“What?” John looked back to Sherlock, who closed his lips and made sure to be quiet.
SherlocksBitch900
ABOUT:
I LOVE SHERLOCK OH MY CROFT HE IS SUCH A GOD HE DESERVES A GOLD MEDAL FOR BEING SO FREAKING HANDSOME
Sherlock burst out laughing. John walked over to him. “What?”
“Oh, nothing! Just someone calling me pretty.” Sherlock smiled.
“What?” John frowned.
“A fan, calling me handsome.”
John leant over, and Sherlock allowed him to read the entire bio.
John chuckled softly. “You have quite the fans, Sherlock.”
“Bahhbaff…” Rosamund babbled, looking over to Sherlock, who gave her a warm smile. A smile only for the Watsons.
Sherlock turned away and went back to his internet deducing, while John watched him and wished he could tell Sherlock how he was absolutely stunning.
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Johnlock One-shots
FanfictionThe continuation of cringy, younger me writing Johnlock fanfiction. Cover drawn by me! Daily Johnlock was originally started April 5th 2017 and ended on October 29th, 2017. Johnlock One-shots (This book) started October 29th, 2018 and unoffically en...
