johnlockedtimelord

You just finished your dinner, and was throwing away the trash. "I'm am ready to get the hell out of here and make out with my pillow." You muttered to yourself. You turned around, and noticed you were the only person left, besides a blonde that was walking out the door. "Arlert! (l/n)!" Shouted Corporal Levi from the door. "You two clean up this mess." He said, nodding toward the trash on the floor and stains on the tables. You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already gone. You muttered something about Levi's cleaning obsession when you noticed the blonde who was still there. Armin stood at the doorway and sighed, then picked up th

Titel: JohnLock Author: me Genre: romance i guess? Rating: PG Author's note: this is 100% fictional 'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned. 'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone. 'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed. 'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing,