#studyindeduction

[johnblogsstuff-blog]

28th February 2015

I can’t possibly hope to top the speech you gave me on my wedding day.  But I’m going to try.

I’ve waited my whole life for you…

That sounds ridiculous, I know, but hear me out.  I always had this sense of longing inside of me, this need to connect with someone.  It plagued me in my youth.  Like any teenage boy, I thought snogging girls would fill that hole,  It didn’t.  It was grand, bloody fantastic in fact, but I only walked away from each encounter feeling a bit emptier somehow.  Then snogging turning into… well…  But that didn’t fill the hole either.  You can ask Mike, I had my fair share of trysts in Uni, but all of that was me searching for that something I felt like I was missing.  I never found it.

Studying medicine helped a bit.  I loved helping people.  I used to enjoy making rounds when I was interning at the hospital.  Just putting smiles on the faces of those who were sick or dying, made me feel good inside.  Same thing with the Army, only this time it was the adrenaline, that shot of danger that made my mind and body light up with bright white light.  

You were right, I’m an addict.  I never reached for drugs, like you did, but I found my own fixes.  My own ways of forgetting that I needed something more than healing, and danger, and sex to make me feel whole.  

That all ended when I was shot.  Suddenly my drugs of choice were torn away from me.  I couldn’t do medicine with a tremor, I was discharged from the army, and I had no confidence left to pursue even a one night stand.  It was just me again, alone in my drab bedsit, with a hole in my heart so huge I thought it would destroy me.  It was slowly destroying me.

Then I met you.

The obvious assumption is that you were perfect for me because you encompassed all of my addictions into one neatly embodied package.  And what a lovely package it was.  You were bloody gorgeous, dangerous, genius, and once I got to know you more, I realized you needed someone to take care of you.  Hole in one, right?  All my addictions in one very handsome Consulting Detective.  But you shot me down.  That first night, you told me you didn’t do relationships, you were married to your Work.  I can admit now, in retrospect, that my heart plummeted in my chest when you said that.  I didn’t have long to contemplate why before we were off and running.  You cured my limp that night, and as we stood in the corridor of 221B, I fell head over heals in love with you.  I knew, without a doubt, that you were different from everyone else I had ever pursued.  

But you weren’t interested in relationships, so I searched for that certain addiction elsewhere.  And once again, I was left feeling emptier and emptier.  Emptier than ever before in fact, because I’d finally found you, but I couldn’t have you.  I’d found the one my heart had been searching for since the day I was born, and as much as I tried to convince myself that being your friend was enough, it wasn’t.  I wanted to be your everything.  

I’m standing here today, as your husband, and your everything, and I feel as if any moment I’m going to wake up and realise that’s it’s all been a dream.  I can say with absolute certainty, that this is the greatest day of my life.  And it’s not because you are the perfect package.  It’s not because you encompass all of my addictions in one.  No, you are my soul mate because I could always see what nobody else could.  I could see the great heart behind the great genius.  

It was your heart I fell in love with.  It’s your heart that I’ve been fighting for, longing for, chasing after.  My heart recognized yours the moment I walked into the lab and saw you.  Meeting you was like an epiphany.

It’s been a rough journey getting to where we are today.  We’ve both been through a lot.  We’ve almost died several times, you actually did die once, and I almost died as a result.  Then I married a psychopath, and you almost died again.  The universe tried to bugger us didn’t it?  But I think God, or something, was on our side, because here we finally are.

And it’s been worth it, all of it, to get here today, to finally marry you.  It’s worth a thousand deaths, and all the unshed tears, and the sleepless nights spent awake in bed thinking of nothing but you.

Because, Sherlock Holmes, I’ve waited my entire life for you.  When I was laying in the sand in Afghanistan dying, you were the one I thought of, even without knowing you, it was you I prayed to live long enough to meet.  You’ve finally made me whole.  

And I want you to know, that you’re the perfect father too.  Your heart has never shined more brilliantly than when you’re with Emma.  I’ve fallen even more in love with you, just watching you with her.  So, I also asked Mycroft to put together the papers for you to adopt her tonight, because I want you to be her father, officially.  I want this day to be about all three of us becoming a family, forever.  

I love you.  I hope you know how much.  I hope I’ve managed today to show you even a sliver of how much you mean to me.  Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to have the first dance of the evening with you, my husband, in hopes that this dance will lead to many, many more, from now until forever.  

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

You know @studyindeduction, you could hug @johnblogsstuff if you wanted. 

[titsoverarse]

You, shut your pie hole.  None of this would be happening if you’d just be more obvious about it.  John can be thick sometimes.

[johnnlocked]

Waking up and seeing @studyindeduction and @johnblogsstuff are engaged. I’m not crying with happiness at all! Stop saying that, I’m just… there are no people in the world who deserve it more and I have allergies! T_T

[johnblogsstuff-blog]

A list of things about Sherlock Holmes that brings me joy...

1)  Plays the violin for me when I have a nightmare.

2)  Yells at the telly which never fails to make me smile.

3)  Loves adventure.

4)  Looks fantastic in suits.

5)  Knows things about me that nobody else does.

6)  His dark humour.

7)  Giggles with me.

8)  Smells really good.

9)  Makes fantastic tea for me whenever I really need it.

10)  Buys my favourite beer sometimes and leaves it in the fridge.

11)  Always makes sure that I eat when we’re on a case.

12)  Buys the really good wine (just for me I know it).

13)  Is really good with his hands.

14)  The way he smiles at me, and only me.

15)  Is a fantastic kisser.

16)  The way he is with Emma.

17)  The way he cares about Mrs. Hudson.

18)  The adventures he takes me on.

19)  His hugs.

20)  His naked body.

21)  The noise he makes when I tickle him.

22)  The noises he makes when we have sex.

23)  The way he puts everything aside for all of my needs.

24)  How he always gives me the bed when we’re out on cases.

25)  The softness he gets when he’s tipsy/drunk.

26)  The little things he does when he tries to make me laugh.

27)  Walking together in the park.

28)  The crease between his eyes when he’s thinking.

29)  The way he touches me with such reverence.

30)  The way he looks at me.

31)  The way his face lights up when we see a dog.

32)  How he protects me when we’re in danger.

33)  The colour of his eyes.

34)  The way his hair feels.

35)  His heart.  His beautiful heart.

36)  The way he tries to save others, help others, protect others.

37)  The way he treats his homeless network with worth and respect.

38)  Just looking at him brings me joy.

39)  The way he holds me.

40)  Dancing.

41)  His sense of justice.

42)  The way he treats his family (even if he pretends to loath them).

43)  His love for me.

44)  The books he buys for me that ‘magically’ appear out of nowhere.

45)  The way he sat with me when I was crying, holding me, loving me, making me feel safe.

46)  The way he makes me feel safe.

47)  His voice.

48)  The way he trusts me more than anyone or anything.

49)  Cuddling.

50)  His personality, everything about it, his sharp wit, and inner strength, his humour, kindness, soft heart.  All of it.

I could go on and on and on forever.  All of this and more brings me joy, makes me feel warm inside, makes me feel full and alive.  

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

Hi, Kelly. So I wondered when @johnblogsstuff and @studyindeduction discover Walt Disney's the Great Mouse Detective? XD

They need to see that immediately!! I mean, it’s a great kid’s movie and everything.

[masterasslord]

Zoooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy

I'm too lazy to send you an ask

So.

Wanna hang out this week?

[larissaneedstostudy]

[johnblogsstuff-blog]

Sherlock and I are just now leaving Angelo’s after a fantastic night of dinner and dancing.  Lots of dancing... At the end we were the only two left, slow dancing in the candlelight.  Angelo really went all out with the candles and fairy lights.  Anyways, we’re both exhausted but Sherlock’s parents are staying at Mycroft’s for the weekend and have taken Emma with them.  Mycroft’s place is incredibly high security, so we know she’ll be safe and well taken care of, and Mrs. Hudson is staying with her sister, so it’s just the two of us at 221B for the next two nights...  

I’m going to be completely candid, because I’ve had a lot of wine tonight, but I intend on having sex with my husband on every available surface in our flat over the next two days.

[darcylindbergh]

studyindeduction replied to your post:so basically, I just realized that I’m a huge...

You okay?

yes. for the record, yes, I’m definitely 100% okay, no worries lol :D

[johnnlocked]

u seeing the emma situation!!!!???? i am so pissed rn

Just read up. 

I can not believe her gall! That dreadful, horrible woman. I hope @studyindeduction and @johnblogsstuff find her soon and put her to justice. How dare she?! How freaking dare she?!

[masterasslord]

have u eva had a really awko-taco kiss-u???? u.u

YessssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssss

Like maybe, I dunno, the ones during spin-the-bottle

WHY DO I SUBJECT MYSELF TO YOUR HEATHENISTIC, CHILDISH GAMES?

[spidermantwo]

new url

my aiden turner feelings have subsided

[johnblogsstuff-blog]

11th Feb, 2015

Sherlock,

I thought about telling you these things in person, but I quite liked the thought of us having a pair of letters to remember this moment in our lives, so here I am writing out a response to you.  

Let me just take a moment to tell you how incredibly amazing you are.  You are brilliant, and wonderful, and (don’t deny it) romantic.  I’d been planning my own proposal in my head, in moments when I was feeding Emma, or drifting off to sleep.  I’d daydream about it while you were standing at the window with your violin.  I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to do it, whether to make it extravagant or simple.  I could never decide what you’d prefer.  I feared that whatever I’d come up with, you might hate, which seems silly now that I know what you’d been planning all along.

Angelo’s, the fountain, it all sounded lovely, I would have loved it.  What actually ended up happening?  I loved that too, perhaps even more.  I’ll never forget you whispering French into my ear, the room dark, shadows from the telly dancing across us, the way your sultry voice made my skin tingle.  I thought you were teasing me, flirting with me, I had no idea you’d said anything of significance.  Then my ask box was suddenly flooded with people translating it for me, and my brain couldn’t quite process it.  

For some reason I’d thought of our marriage as something off in the future.  Next year perhaps... I’m not sure why my mind did that, maybe because it’s more traditional to wait, but you and I are not traditional are we?  Besides, we’ve technically been a couple for several years now.  It was about time we got married. 

The favourite part, was when you came to me with the ring, and you kneeled before me, and you asked me to be yours.  Your expression was so soft, so fearful, as if I could have said anything other than yes.  I would have never said anything other than yes.  Don’t you know that I could never, ever say no to you, you mad bastard?  Then your face broke out into the most beautiful smile, and the way you kissed me... I’ve never felt that loved before.  Of course I had to take you to bed, unwrap you, worship ever inch of you, bury myself as deep inside of you as humanly possible.  I wanted to drown in you, and I did.

This morning was perfect. 

And you’re right, I haven’t been this happy in a very long time.  I don’t think I could ever be unhappy again, with this ring on my finger and you by my side, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.

As for a wedding, I’d like to take care of it, if you don’t mind.  I’d like to plan it, organize it, surprise you.  I’m not sure if you’ll approve of my wedding coordination skills, you detested all of my input for my wedding to Mary, but this is different.  This time I’m passionate about the person I’m marrying, and I know you nearly better than I know myself, I think I can plan something special.

I do promise that it’ll be a small affair, just close friends and family, nothing outlandish, but let me do the honours of planning it.  It’s the least I can do, to show you what you meant to me, to express with actions, exactly how romantic I can be.

I can’t wait to be your husband.

I love you, you brilliant bastard.  I love you, you mad genius.  I love you, I love you.

I love you.

-  John

[pooka-dragon]

When I saw the first saw the question that @studyindeduction answered first, my heart gone done broken, so I doodled a "Dragon Hug" for him. Hope this helps you, friend