Johnlock One-shots

361.John's Bed

You guys are all so nice. All your reassurance in the last chapter gave me a bit more inspiration to write another chapter. If any of you are worried that I'm currently closing my account, that's not it. But everyone loses interest in writing fanfics and making fanart for fandom eventually. I'll always love Sherlock, but I'm clearly not going to be obsessing over it for 20 years. I'm still a teenager, and I'd sort of like to get the pressure off my back in a few years. I already have a second account going, but if I move there, it's not going to be like I'm telling you all who it is. I want a fresh start.
You're all very kind, though. You made me feel a bit better.

I think it'd be cool to come back some years after I leave and see how everything's turning out. It's just that, if you're a writer you'll understand me, you can write something so much it loses it's spark. My goal is at least chapter 400, then once I reach that, I might stop. I could still use Wattpad and be on this account and such, but I won't be writing anymore after that.

I just want to say that I'm sort of on a block in this account, whereas in my other account, I've already written almost 20 or so chapters since August 4th (It's the 10th now. Six days). So clearly, I'm dying out here.

Anyways, idea by Wachi1032. Thanks, Wachi  :P
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Who says people have to be boyfriends to share a bed? Sherlock and John were just best friends who understood that they needed each other and decided they could sleep in the same bed.

Well-- actually, no. Sherlock decided to run an 'experiment' on John and sleep beside him, but he pretended John had told him he could.

Sherlock crawled onto the bed and got comfortable, pulling the blanket up. He rolled onto his side, facing away from John. He closed his eyes and smiled softly.

He heard some mumbling from the tired man beside him and smiled widely. John moved closer and embraced Sherlock, holding him tight.

"Oh," Sherlock smirked and looked back at his friend. He snuggled into his chest and smiled, getting as comfortable as he could be. He started leaning his head into John's hand when the sleeping doctor started stroking his hair. He smiled and moved closer, taking John's hand and falling asleep with him.