Hello dear people. And welcome to my story.
Basically, I'm aiming for this to be 100 chapters long; each chapter a drabble of 100 words or less. I've seen people do these in other fandoms and thought yanno, why not give it a shot. I think we Sherlockians deserve all the fanfics at this time anyway.
Although this is a Johnlock fic, not every drabble will revolve around the two of them at the same time. So yeah. If you've got any ideas, how about giving me a first sentence to go off of, or a little idea to write about in the form of a review. I'd appreciate it, and give you a shout out.
Updates probably won't be on schedule; but I'll do my best to give them quick. Reviews inspire.
Disclaimer: If only Sherlock was mine.
It was simply a streak of deep chocolate brown amidst a bustling crowd.
It didn't mean anything at all… heart, slow down. It wasn't anything.
After giving a last look over the crowded street of people, John decided it was time to go home. Sherlock really was gone, and he was learning to accept it more and more each day.
But as he reached a hand to open 221B, his phone buzzed quietly in his pocket. Retrieving it, he opened the 'new message' panel and read:
Go back to the store, we're out of milk. –SH
Tell me what you think, and give me ideas for quicker updates!
Stay strong Sherlock fandom. -haihaz