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john: *takes sherlock to angelos for dinner and then walks with him to bart's*

john: *lets go of sherlocks hand (much to sherlocks disagreement) and gets down on one knee*

sherlock: *for once doesn't know what's happening*

john: *pulls out the ring and gets on one knee*

sherlock: *confused face*

john: sherlock, you're the man that i love more than any other man-

sherlock: yes john i love you too

john: i'm not done. you're the person who made my life good again after the war, you're the man who i pretended not to love for a long time-

sherlock: yes john i remember when you were pretending to be straight you had the moustache and the wife.

john: SHERLOCK LET ME FINISH

sherlock: o_o

john:

john: ok, you are helping me raise my child, honestly she's not my child she's our child. you keep my life interesting and save me from myself, basically i just love you A LOT

sherlock: *kind of starting to get it*

john: so, would you marry me?

sherlock:

sherlock:

sherlock:

sherlock:

sherlock:

sherlock:

john: alright its getting a bit scary now

sherlock:

sherlock:

sherlock:

john: so no?

sherlock: *knocks john over with a hug and they're just laying there in front of bart's in the street*

sherlock: yes.

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alternate TFP coffin scene

Part One | Part Two

“I’m assuming it’s not a long list?” Mycroft said, a hint of his condescending attitude having returned to his voice.

John’s heart felt like an engine, racing out of control. He remembered, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, the time Sherlock had uttered those exac words. The memory made John’s chest ache for happier times, just him and Sherlock against the rest of the world. However, as he glanced down at the coffin, his mind was brought with a crash back down to Earth. 

The coffin was for someone short - he was short. Distant from relatives? John hadn’t spoken to his parents or sister in months. Practical about death? God, after spending some much time with Sherlock solving crime, combined with his time in the army, if he wasn’t practical about death, no one was. He fit all the criteria, especially the last one - he loved Sherlock.

It sounded strange in John’s mind, but it was the most honest thing he had ever said to himself. He was in love with the kaleidoscopic eyes, the ruffled dark curls, the sweet sound of the violin winding its way through the small flat. He loved the adventures, the stories - he even loved the experiments cluttering the kitchen table. John Watson was totally, completely, madly in love with Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only high functioning sociopath/consulting detective.

John glanced desperately at Sherlock. While he’d like nothing better than to tell Sherlock how he felt, John felt that in their current situation, doing so wasn’t the best idea. He watched Sherlock as he stared, deep in thought, at Eurus on the TV in front of them.

A thought struck John like a lightning bolt. “Irene Adler,” he said quickly, but Sherlock waved him away.

“Don’t be ridiculous, look at the coffin,” he said impatiently. 

“Any other ideas, then, brother mine?” Mycroft spoke up sharply. 

Sherlock didn’t answer, but he turned swiftly to face John. John’s breath caught when those gorgeous eyes met his own, and he felt as though Sherlock was looking right through him. Any second now, Sherlock would understand, would realize that John loved him. Well, John thought, if it was going to happen anyway -

“It’s for me.”

Part Two is complete! Hope everyone is liking it so far! <3 If you’d like a tag, please comment, I’d be happy to tag you :) This is going to take a lot longer than I’d expected, but oh well :3 I’m really enjoying writing the story!

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Hello! Can you write a cute kidlock ficlet? Thank you so much!! :D

John finds him late in the afternoon, a snack in one hand and the other hidden behind his back. Sherlock frowns at him but pretends to still be busy with the mud he’s studying. John remains standing next to him for a long moment before kneeling and saying, “What are you doing?”

“Experiment,” Sherlock says, eyeing him carefully.

“I thought your mummy didn’t want you to work on experiment alone,” John replies, looking at the mud with concern.

“It’s not toxic,” Sherlock explains, smiling, “this time.”

John smiles back, biting into his snack before asking, “Want some?”

Sherlock shakes his head, “I need to focus, John. This experiment is very important.”

John nods, looking very serious all the sudden, and Sherlock smiles even more. He likes John, a lot. 

“Hmm, actually,” John says after a second, putting his snack on the grass and looking back at him, “Mum told me that today is Valentine’s Day and that on Valentine’s Day you give gift to the people you love.”

Sherlock frowns, “This is stupid.”

John looks back down, “Oh, yes. Stupid.”

Sherlock doesn’t like it when John avoids looking at him, so he lets go of his stick and turns to face him properly, “What’s behind your back?”

John shrugs, “Nothing.”

“Show me,” Sherlock insists.

“It’s stupid,” John says, and Sherlock begins to understand.

He pocks John’s shoulder with one finger until he’s looking at him again, “I’m sure it’s not stupid! Show me.”

John smiles at him before handing out his other hand. There is a drawing in it, a drawing with lots of bees and two boys trying to catch them. Sherlock recognize them immediately and he laughs, “What are we wearing?”

“Bee’s hunter clothes,” John says, as if it was obvious. “Look, there’s even a veil so that they won’t hurt us! Yours is yellow because it’s like honey, and mine is red.”

“Do you think Mummy could sew them for us?” Sherlock asks.

John gets up, holding out his hand and Sherlock takes it to get to his feet, “Let’s go ask her!”

Sherlock is still holding on to John’s drawing as they run back to the house, trying to decide on which wall he’s going to hang it. 

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alternate TFP coffin scene

Part One

“Someone unmarried, distant from their close relatives, and practical about death …”

His speech came so quickly that John lost focus, staring vacantly at him as he swept around the coffin. A single dark curl fell over one of his sparkling kaleidoscopic eyes, and he pushed it away impatiently. Those gorgeous eyes roved the coffin, desperate for clues. John’s eyes did the same, roving the detective before him dreamily. 

He began to wonder what the day could have been like if they hadn’t discovered Sherlock’s sister. ‘I’m Eurus. Silly name. Greek, means the east wind. My parents loved silly names, like Eurus, Mycroft, or Sherlock. Didn’t it ever occur to you, not even once, that Sherlock’’s secret brother might just be Sherlock’s secret sister?’ Her cold voice sounded clearly in John’s mind, as though she were standing beside him. John pictured a quiet day at 221B, he and Sherlock watching telly while Rosie played happily on the ground. Sherlock would be bored, but it would be worth it. In fact, John might even have the courage to rise from his comfortable chair, walk slowly to Sherlock, and take the detective’s beautiful face into his hands and -

Quite suddenly, Mycroft’s commanding voice cut through his thoughts like a scalpel, and the joyful vision dissolved in a instant. With a small sigh, John returned his thoughts to the problem at hand - the final problem.

“Yes, very good, Sherlock, or we could just read the name on the lid,” he said, his expression grim. Sherlock looked up immediately, and strode over to where Mycroft was standing.

“Only it isn’t a name.” A small gold plaque on the front read I Love You. John’s heart began to beat rather faster than usual as he stared at the three little words. His chest constricted slightly as he looked up at his precious detective.

I Love You. It was amazing the damage one could do with those three words. John watched as Sherlock’s usual iridescent eyes darkened, his mind working furiously to deduce from the words who was going to die.

“So it’s for somebody who loves somebody,” John stated lamely - he could almost hear the gears in Sherlock’s head turning rapidly, searching for a solution.

“It’s for somebody who loves Sherlock,” Mycroft corrected grimly. “Everything here, Sherlock, it’s all about you.”

So I’ve decided to write a fic of my own! It’s about (as you can tell) an alternate TFP coffin scene, and I’m going to continue to (re)write the scenes after that. I’m not sure if the dialogue is 100% correct, but it’s close enough seeing as I’m going by memory. I hope you guys enjoy it, and please leave some comments/reblog!! <3

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my poor baby :(

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Sherlock is going to be Irene's chief bridesmaid

There is a strong chance She will kick him out because he will be obsessed on details and everything and she will get tired after some time.

Sherlock : The bridal dress, empire cut or sweetheart neckline?

Irene : *facepalming and exhausted* I WILL GET MARRIED NAKED !

Sherlock : That’s not much appropriate.

Irene : YOU CAN STOP LECTURING ME !!

Sherlock : So about napkin folds, swan or lotus?

Irene : FOLD IT LIKE VAGINA OR WHATEVER I DON’T CARE I JUST WANT TO MARRY KATE !

Sherlock : ….

Sherlock : I can learn that too.

Irene : *calling John* TAKE BACK YOUR ANNOYING BOYFRIEND OR I MIGHT KILL HIM !

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We all remember this promo pic, right? The one with John’s cry shirt.

But ^this scene… never happened.

Because during the hug and before Sherlock is still in his dressing gown, not wearing the black jacket…

And after our establishing shot, the first thing Sherlock does is putting on his coat over the black jacket.

So, this?

…was somewhere inbetween. 

You’re welcome :))))

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with mary though? i swear he was thinking of his future with sherlock, seeing as sherlock had just returned

One of my favorite teeny tiny moment’s of the show is in TEH. It’s this series of expressions John cycles through after Sherlock’s words, “If I hadn’t come back you wouldn’t be standing there. You’d still have a future…with Mary…”

“–Yeah. I know.”

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Legit Johnlock Scenes

Sherlock always gets hot and bothered, and John enjoys seeing him like that a lot. (Inspired by Breakfast in Kabul by alexxphoenix42)

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he actually said That 

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John and Sherlock making each other smile and laugh ♥

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Behold! An unabashed Mary = Margaret parallel. Don’t you just love the essential importance of transitions in this show? It’s the creators using yet another way to tell us what they feel for those two women is exactly the same. And as you can see, it’s not exactly a pretty thought.

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open your fucking eyes, john

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“It is calamity says calculation It is nothing but pain says fear It is hopeless says insight It is what it is says love” - Was es ist (Erich Fried)

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umm john would set cute messages as his laptop password for sherlock to guess, and they would range from “get milk” to “love your navy shirt” and then one day sherlock would struggle with guessing the password, and when john comes back from tesco he’d find him on the floor violently smashing the keyboard, and he would scream, “i can’t get it, john, what is it??” but john would just lean on the door frame and look at him with a soft smile and say “take a guess” and sherlock would stop breathing for a second and do a blinky thing and come back to the keyboard, and his shaking fingers would type in the letters and the laptop would ping and he’d gasp and look back at john with tears in his eyes and whisper “i love you too”

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sherlock getting a haircut

i have a feeling that sherlock either cuts his hair himself, or has mrs. hudson or john do it, because there is no way he would let some ordinary person touch his precious curls. sherlock would sit in his chair, texting and tweeting away. he would be in a video chat with three different people at once, solving three different cases. john would stand behind him, helping out occasionally, telling sherlock to stop giggling and smiling at that murder, that’s indecent, and mrs. hudson would talk endlessly, telling stories about all sorts of things, with sherlock not listening of course. rosie would sometimes sit on his knee and watch him work, listening to her two favorite people in the whole world, sherlock holmes and doctor watson, talk away, doing what they do best - solving crimes while john blogs about it and sherlock forgets his pants.

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whoops this is really bad...sorry for the terrible ending but i ran out of ideas, and it sort of just turned into johnlock but oh well :’)