This is the Sherlolly fic I have been teasing with all night. Sherlock needs a date for a party. Fun times ensue
He took one look at Sherlock, and the phone nearly fell out of his hand. “Oh. My. God.”
“Not a word, John,” Sherlock warned in an exhausted, quiet voice.
So John Watson did the only sensible thing one could do. He raised his phone and quickly took a picture of the disheveled detective
Inspired by this photoset by Petra Todd http://petratodd.tumblr.com/post/4176774
The walk of shame may be involved.
- Current Location:Leavenworth, KS
- Current Mood:ZOMG TOO MUCH COFFEE... WEEEEE.
- Current Music:The music playing in my mind on repeat all day