#christmas proposal

[make-me-imagine]

Christmas Proposal

12 Days Of Christmas: Day 9

Plot: While preparing the house for a festive dinner, Steve decides to give you a Christmas present early.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gn!Reader

A/N: I know that most of the characters in this are portrayed as Jewish, or of Jewish heritage in the comics and stuff. But I don't think that means they would turn down a Christmas dinner if invited lol. Sooo, yeah.

Words: ~1.2k

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Steve watched you with a fond smile as you bustled around the house, preparing for the evening dinner. You wanted to get as much done as you could before you had to cook.

You and Steve had invited Bucky, Sam, Wanda and Vision over for Pre-Christmas dinner. Which meant the house needed to be cozy, and perfect.

"Oh!" You started as you were halfway though the room, turning around you ran back the way you came.

Steve chuckled and shook his head. When he heard you coming back, he moved to stop you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.

"Y/n, breath."

You let out a small huff of air but smiled "I'm almost done."

"You said that two hours ago. It will be perfect. You know them, they're just gonna be grateful that you invited them over at all."

"I know I know." You said with a sigh "I just want them to feel at home."

"They always do when they're here, you're already good at that."

You smiled as you stepped forward, leaning into Steve's chest. He smiled as he gently pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You know what will make you feel better?"

"What?" You mumbled into his chest.

He started to gently sway you back and forth as he spoke "Some hot chocolate, and an early present."

You pulled your head away from his chest and looked up at him with piqued interest "An early present?"

He smiled and nodded "There may be one in particular I have in mind that I want you to have now."

"Can I give you one too?"

He shrugged his head a bit "Well, if you insist."

Your smile grew as you pulled away from him and began running into another part of the house. "I'll get the cocoa!" You called back.

He smiled to himself as he took a deep breath. Going to the closet, he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out the previously hidden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. He wondered if the size would give away what was inside.

He had bought the ring weeks before, but wanted to wait until Christmas. Since the others would be here soon, he thought now would be a great time. Plus, he was tired of waiting.

And the way he watched you try so hard to make the house comfortable for the others, putting your love and care into every thought made his heart swell with adoration and love.

Now was the perfect time.

As the two of you finally sat down together, hot cocoa on the table, White Christmas playing on the television, you smiled at him as you held one of his presents in your hand.

"You first!" You said with a smile as you handed it to him. He sighed a breath of relief, wanting to give you yours last.

As he unwrapped his present, a feeling of nostalgia and surprise wash over him as he looked down at an old framed piece of art.

It was a now vintage piece of art, that used to hang in his mothers favorite restaurant. It was often hung at the very table they sat at when he was a child.

"Wh-how?" He stuttered out as he looked up at you.

You had a nervous smile on your face. "I was looking into art about old Brooklyn, since you mentioned how much you missed it. And this auction came up about pieces from the restaurant you had told me about. It closed down about twenty years ago, but the whole place was packed up and put into storage, and the stuff was only recently sold off."

"So it's actually from the restuarant?"

"The very same." You nodded.

He gently ran his hand over it as he smiled, looking up he met your eyes and grinned. Leaning forward, he hooked his finger under your chin and kissed you.

"Thank you Y/n, you have no idea how much this means to me."

You smiled "You're welcome Steve. I'm glad you like it."

"Buck will get a kick out of it too. My mom took us there together a few times"

You smiled brightly as he stared down at it with a happy smile. Relief washed over you as you were glad to give him something from the past he had lost.

After a few moments he set it down on the table. "Well, this just makes me want to give you my present even more."

You smiled as he adjusted his seat, moving closer to you and taking your hand in his.

"I've been holding onto this for weeks, excited and nervous to give it to you."

You suddenly felt a spike of nerves in your stomach as you saw his demeanor change. Was it a gift he was afraid you would hate? Or was it something else much more important.

You watched as Steve reached behind him before pulling out a small box wrapped in paper and twine. Your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment as your breath caught in your throat.

Remaining calm, you told yourself not to react until you were sure. It could be something else. Gently taking it, you untied the twine and tore the paper off, revealing a black box within.

"I know I tell you all the time how much I love you. But I still feel as though I can never say it or show it enough to truly prove it. I truly don't know who I would be if I had not met you. You brought something to my life that gave it more meaning than I have ever had."

You could feel your heartbeat in you throat as you opened the box, revealing a perfect ring inside. Tears slowly started to well in your eyes, as Steve brought his hand to your face, and gently stroked your cheek.

"I thought I lost so much, but you proved to me how much more I could have. I adore you, and I feel so grateful that I get to wake up to you every day. And I hope to continue to do so for the rest of my life. I love you Y/n, and I want you to marry more than you could imagine."

You smiled as a tear ran down our cheek, you shook your head "I can imagine, I can."

He smiled at you as he leaned closer and spoke softly "Will you marry me?"

You nodded fervently as you brought your hands to his face "Yes, of course I will."

You kissed him, as the two of you grinned, unable to hold back your emotions.

Pulling away, Steve took the ring out and slid it onto your finger. It fit perfectly, of course.

You studied it for a moment before you looked back up at him, and threw your arms around his neck. He let out a soft laugh as he held you close to him.

"I love you Steve." You said into his neck.

"I love you too, Y/n." He replied before squeezing you tighter "Merry Christmas."

xx End xx

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[creatingmoments]

The one and only Christmas movie I watched today was A Christmas Proposal 🎄 love me some Adam Rodriguez

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[werewolfetone]

Jonathan swift that one time

[wholoveseggs]

Secret Santa

{Masterlist}

~Five days of Fluffmas~

Elijah faces a nerve-wracking challenge when arranging a secret Santa gift for you. A surprise unfolds during the gift exchange, leaving Elijah in a panic. Yet, he discovers that sometimes imperfections make the most perfect moments.

1k words - No warnings, no smut! just pure fluff.

Secret Santa

Elijah felt a little frightened, an odd sensation making him jittery and unable to stop himself from nervously adjusting his cufflinks. The task at hand was simple, yet navigating it was an extremely delicate matter; a single mistake could ruin everything.

He approached Rebekah, who was quietly humming to herself as she wrapped Christmas presents. She gave him a warm smile, pulling out a chair and gesturing for him to join her. 

Opting to stand, he tried his best to sound nonchalant. "Rebekah, dear, who did you get for secret Santa?"

She gave him a curious look, a sly smirk forming on her face. "Isn’t telling you going against the whole point of it?"

Elijah chuckled lightly, feigning casual interest. "Well, one could argue that a bit of harmless curiosity won't hurt anyone, especially during the festive season."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his attempt at subtlety. "Oh, Elijah, you're not fooling anyone. You just want to know who got y/n," she laughed.

He sighed in defeat. It was true, but it seemed he was incapable of being inconspicuous when it came to you. "Let's say I am, hypothetically of course. And since you are in charge of it, couldn't you give your brother a little clue?" He begged, shamelessly hoping his sister would go easy on him.

"Why does it matter? You are getting her a gift either way; she's your girlfriend after all," she teased.

"Because-" He stopped himself mid-sentence, knowing his flustered reply would only prompt further ribbing from his baby sister. "Look," he sighed again, trying another angle, "I just need to know who drew her, so I can make sure they give her a good gift,"

"Now why would I do such a thing? It goes against the rules of exchange. And are you saying we are not good gift givers?" Rebekah tilted her head at him, seemingly relishing in his agony.

Elijah didn't want to tell Rebekah the truth, but he knew his sister well enough to know that she would find some way to wheedle it out of him if he did not confess.

"If I tell you why, you must promise to keep it a secret," Elijah leaned in towards his sister, watching her intently for her response.

"How very scandalous of you, brother," she smiled in anticipation.

Elijah trusted his sister would never betray his confidence. More than that, she would understand and support him in his endeavor. Still, it was humiliating. He felt so stupid, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect.

"I'm making plans to propose to her during the holidays, and I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong. That is...," he cleared his throat awkwardly, "If she says yes, of course."

Rebekah looked surprised and thrilled. With wide eyes and a large smile, she jumped up and hugged her brother. "Oh Elijah! I'm so happy for you!"

Releasing him from her embrace, she pulled back and patted his chest affectionately, tears brimming in her eyes. "She will definitely say yes, no woman would resist you, especially my dear, sweet, handsome brother, whom I love very, very much."

Elijah couldn't resist smiling back. His heart was pounding, unsure if it was from relief or anxiety, but either way his sister's words calmed him immensely. "Thank you, Rebekah. Your blessing means a great deal to me."

"Show me the ring," Rebekah urged impatiently, giving him a serious look. “Do you have it on you?”

Pulling the small box out of his suit pocket, he revealed a beautiful diamond engagement ring, glistening under the warm lamplight of the living room.

"Elijah," Rebekah let out a wistful sigh, her eyes shining at him with approval.

"Now, can you please tell me who drew her name for secret Santa?" He asked, hopeful.

Rebekah wiped her eyes, fighting to regain her composure. She pulled out her phone and brought up the exchange list, "Well, it wasn't me, nor was it Freya… oh no,"

Elijah groaned, cursing his luck. "Niklaus.”

Elijah hoped his brother would be in a good mood tonight, and more importantly, willing to cooperate.

As usual, his wish went ungranted.

"Why on earth would I trade with you?" Klaus questioned him, as if he had just asked him to donate his own kidney. "Do you think I won't get her a good gift?"

"Well," Elijah searched for the right words to say, knowing this was a dangerous minefield to navigate, "It's not that. It's just..."

Klaus raised his eyebrow, giving him a challenging look. "It's just what, brother?"

"She's my girlfriend, and I want her to have something special," Elijah admitted.

"Oh don't worry, Elijah, I'll give her something special," he laughed, patting his shoulder condescendingly.

Elijah gritted his teeth. His brother was being intentionally obtuse, but he did not wish to resort to violence, especially so close to Christmas.

"Just don't give her anything inappropriate," he emphasized the word, knowing full well Klaus would just do what he wanted anyway.

"Inappropriate, how?" Klaus looked at him incredulously.

"Anything that would ruin the festive atmosphere," Elijah was growing more and more annoyed with his brother, who was clearly enjoying the situation a bit too much.

"Ruin the festive atmosphere? How could I do that?" He was playing dumb, but Elijah would not give him the satisfaction.

"Niklaus, you know exactly what I mean," he warned, giving him a stern glare.

Klaus smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't worry, Elijah, I'm sure it will be perfectly, appropriate."

Elijah's instincts told him this was not going to go well.

Elijah held onto you tightly as you sat in his lap, snuggled up close together, listening to the sound of Christmas music softly playing in the background. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume, his heart skipping a beat. He couldn't wait for you to be his forever. The rest of his family was scattered throughout the living room, talking, drinking, and enjoying the holidays.

"It's almost time to exchange gifts," you said excitedly. "I hope everyone likes what I got them."

Elijah tensed up, nervous for what would come next. He had tried desperately to get his brother to reconsider, but it was no use. His attempts had been met with nothing but amusement, and in the end, it seemed it would have to remain a surprise.

"It should be starting soon, yes," Elijah replied, doing his best to keep his voice calm.

"I got Kol, which was a bit of a challenge. He's hard to shop for," you laughed, resting your head against Elijah's chest.

"Ah, well, I'm sure whatever you got him, he'll appreciate," Elijah stroked your arm affectionately.

You both watched as Kol was given a small, brightly wrapped gift, and unwrapped a bottle of scotch. His face broke out into a huge grin, giving a big thumbs up.

"Whoever got me did good," Kol raised his glass to toast his mysterious benefactor.

Elijah watched as each person gave out their gifts. There were plenty of smiles and laughter, everyone seemingly pleased. He was happy to see his family enjoying the festivities, and hoped his gifts would also bring them joy.

You got up and grabbed two packages from under the tree before settling back into Elijah's lap.

"It's our secret Santa gifts, open them up," you urged him.

Elijah unwrapped his gift carefully, revealing a new tie. It was dark gray with a subtle pattern woven into the silk, very stylish and expensive.

"Oh, it's lovely, thank you," he smiled, genuinely impressed.

"That's from me," Rebekah chimed in, looking very pleased with herself.

"It's great, thank you," he nodded to his sister, grateful that someone understood the importance of proper decorum.

"Now, let's see what mine is," you smiled, pulling out a small rectangular package.

As you removed the wrapping paper, Elijah could feel his nerves growing, hoping his brother would have some mercy on him and not give you anything too embarrassing.

He held his breath as you lifted the lid, revealing a small, black velvet box. Opening the box, you gasped at the sight of a stunning diamond ring.

You looked to Elijah, a questioning look in your eyes.

"Is this from you?" You asked, unable to hide your surprise.

Elijah's eyes went wide, unsure how to react. His brother had truly outdone himself, and he was utterly speechless.

Klaus, on the other hand, was laughing hysterically. "I'm afraid this is my gift, sweet y/n."

"But...it's an engagement ring," you looked back and forth between the two brothers.

Elijah could not deny it was a lovely ring. In fact, it was nearly identical to the one he had picked out for you. A sudden rush of panic shot through him and he reached into his pocket, searching for the small velvet box, only to discover it was not there.

His brother must have pick-pocketed it from him when he was distracted.

"Ah, well," Klaus gave a mischievous smile, "I thought it would be a wonderful gift, given that I was told not to give you anything inappropriate."

"This is an engagement ring," you repeated, your eyes darting around the room.

Elijah wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. How could his brother have done this? What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't very well propose this way.

"I-I, ah," Elijah stammered, his mind racing.

"You're not going to ask her to marry you, are you?" Klaus gave a dramatic sigh, putting his hand over his heart, feigning surprise.

You turned to focus on Elijah, his usual composed demeanor gone, replaced by a man who looked as if he were about to faint.

"Elijah," you cooed, lifting his chin gently so that you could look into his eyes, "Are you trying to propose?"

Elijah could only manage a nod. He wanted this moment to be perfect, and now it was ruined. He didn't know what to say, or even how to look at you. 

"Yes," you whispered, smiling at him.

"Yes?" He repeated, not quite believing his ears.

"Yes," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Elijah was stunned. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he settled for kissing you back, feeling his body relax.

"Congratulations!" Everyone cheered, rushing forward to offer their best wishes.

Elijah couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened, you still said yes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he held you close, feeling happier than he had ever been.

He pulled the ring out of its container, throwing the box in Klaus's direction, and placed the ring on your finger, finally ready to make his dreams a reality.

[outofcontextchrisfleming]

Here’s what you should do if your boyfriend proposes to you on

Christmas 🎄🎅✨

Step one.

Get him in a leg lock

[i-am-a-stupid-robot]

i have been thinking about this all day

[randomprose]

the desperation in He Tian's face is what really gets me here. he's really determined to go and be with Mo Guan Shan.

when He Tian said "No matter where we go in the future, we have to go together, okay?" he really meant it

[kent-farm]

I wonder where Superman spends his Christmas.

—Lois Lane, Lois and Clark, “Season’s Greedings”

[beedoes-stuff]

so when are these bitches getting married—

[atopvisenyashill]

imagine you are baela targaryen and you want to name your daughter after your long dead mother. your husband lets you because it’s a suitable Velaryon name. the husband that you love because he acts like your dad is acting like your dad by fucking your niece, who is the same age as your grandson. he will carry on this affair until you are both dead.

you are elaena targaryen and the only freedom you’ve ever known is with your aunt’s husband who is older than your father. when they are all dead, you marry the grandson of your lover. you want to name your daughter laena, as a way of remembering baela & alyn and everything you all put each other through. your husband agrees because you’re both half Velaryon and he likes that you share this. you are not in love but you are happy. a war breaks out and he is murdered in front his mother. you have just suggested his niece marry a prince.

you are laena velaryon 2.0 and you marry a nice man around your age and have many children. your first born doesn’t marry for a long time but when he does, he makes a match with your cousin, who had an affair with your father that emotionally wrecked your mother. a war breaks out and you watch all of your sons die one by one except the very youngest, and they call this a mercy.

you are aelinor penrose and your husband refuses to consummate your marriage and you attempt to shame him for this. a lifetime ago, your auntie elaena told you a story about her sister who did the same thing, and it got her locked up for years, but your smart, savvy auntie elaena tells your husband he can live his life as he pleases without destroying his wife, and you think of the way your auntie elaena and grandma laena can’t even look at each other anymore, and you figure maybe you got lucky.

[awkwardchaosposts]

Say yes?

(Festive One shot-> Niragi) [gn reader]

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Niragi has been planning on proposing to you for ages. Honestly no one expected it since let's be honest this guy was known for being a hit and runner if you will.

But he felt something for you more than just arousal. At first he was in denial but four years was a long time for him to come to accept his sudden change of lifestyle and feelings.

You just had a lovely dinner and so far things were looking great. Nothing suspicious...or so he hoped.

He was arrogant but that doesn't mean he wasn't any less nervous.

"Doll?"

"Yeah?" you've grown to respond to that more than your own name after your time spent with him.

"Well I uh....You know I love you right?"

"Ofcourse"

"I've been thinking. We already live together,we care for one another so well...I guess what I'm asking is-" Where the hell is the ring?

He dug in his pocket for the ring but he could not find it. He should've listened to his coworker,Aguni, who warned him about carrying it in a box but he thought that'd be a waste because of course you'd say yes....or so he hoped

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah everything's great. Nothing to worry about, sugar"

He got anxious once you got concerned at his growing panic.

Where is it,where is it,shit,shit,shit.

Then it dawned upon him. He suddenly remembered that you went ice skating on the lake earlier today. It couldn't have fallen out during ...could it?

"Babe?"

Your voice brought him out of his own head. "Right. How about we go ice skating, sweetheart?"

"Again? but we just went?"

He nervously laughed "You know what they say,twice the amount of fun"

"I don't think that's an actual saying."

"It is now"

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[gregorovitch-adler]

Whisper

John arranged the furniture of the sitting room a bit. He drew both of their armchairs to a corner, and Sherlock opened the fridge to make sure they were stocked.

It was Christmas, and they both had decorated the tree a day before.

They were expecting guests in the evening.

Just when John sat down on the sofa for a moment, the door of their flat barged open.

"Hoo hoo! Come on in, everyone!"

Mrs Hudson had entered the flat and had stepped aside to let Harry and Molly in.

John had invited Harry to their flat this time, instead of going to her place alone, like he usually did.

Another tall, blonde woman - about Harry's height - stepped in and was looking at her expectantly. Probably waiting for Harry to introduce her to everyone.

Harry's girlfriend, John deduced immediately. Three years of relationship with Sherlock had started to rub off on him.

"John," Harry began, looking at both him and Sherlock simultaneously. "This is my girlfriend, Denise."

Denise nodded at John with a polite smile. She was pretty. Harry had told him about her over texts, and the two of them must have been together for almost six months or so, but John had never seen her photos.

"Hello!" Molly said to everyone in the room, but particularly to Harry and Denise as she took off her coat and walked towards the fireplace.

Harry led Denise to the sofa and they sat down together. Close and comfortable. "Merry Christmas!" Denise greeted, looking at Molly.

Everyone exchanged the usual Christmas greetings with each other and the atmosphere had become cosy after a while.

Sherlock was not rolling his eyes at the general socialisation. Surprising. His gaze was just fixed on the fireplace with his face pensive.

John glanced at Harry and Denise once more and smiled.

John walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out some nice alcohol that he and Sherlock had bought together.

Sherlock had come to the kitchen too. He was taking out the glasses and anything else they all might need from the topmost cabinet.

Sherlock smirked at John with a teasing look in his eyes.

John knew this was another opportunity for his short-height jokes and scoffed. He lightly punched Sherlock's arm and made his way back to the sitting room, breathing deeply with some strange nervousness.

As John placed the bottles on the coffee table, the door of the flat opened again and Lestrade came in.

John exchanged a smile with him and they shook hands as everyone shared the Christmas greetings with him too.

"I was stuck with some paper work in the Yard. I didn't mean to be this late," he said. John waved it off.

Greg walked over to the other corner of the sitting room where Molly was standing. They were so close that their arms were touching.

John turned around to look at Sherlock - who was placing the glasses and other things on the table - with his eyebrows raised.

Sherlock looked up at John and nodded, to acknowledge that whatever he was thinking at the moment was right.

After a few minutes, everyone was helping themselves with the drinks.

Mrs Hudson walked across the room to approach Sherlock and John, who were standing in a corner now, mostly quiet and holding hands.

"Were you two able to manage the dinner?" she asked in a low voice. "Or I can bring something from my flat."

John smiled at the concerned tone and shook his head as he took a sip from his beer bottle.

"We picked something from a shop down the street for everyone. You can stop being nosy tonight," said Sherlock, and John could not help but snort.

Mrs Hudson clapped her hand on his shoulder and walked off with a smile.

"Why don't you play the violin?" John had interlocked his left arm with Sherlock's.

Sherlock pursed his lips as he thought about something. He turned to look at John and nodded. "All right. I'm bored already. Can't wait for the flat to be empty."

"We invited them," said John and chuckled. "Plus you're brilliant at it. Well, you're brilliant at everything you do, but-"

"Yeah, okay," Sherlock cut him off and cleared his throat. John could not possibly get enough of the sight of a flustered Sherlock. He smiled to himself as Sherlock freed his arm and went to the bedroom to get his violin.

John reached for his jeans pocket and felt for a small cubical box, which was still safe.

He and Sherlock had been flatmates for ages, and after a lot of tumbling here and there, they were finally able to have a relationship together.

Three years of being together as a couple was more than enough for John to decide that it was time they made it something permanent.

A week ago, John had gone to a jewelry shop to buy an engagement ring for Sherlock. It was a platinum band and it looked beautiful. Perfect for Sherlock. He had decided to propose to him on Christmas at that time.

Now, John swallowed a bit and his hand jerked with nervousness. John had wanted to propose on a special day, but he had not wanted to do it in front of everyone. This was private, and besides he wouldn't want Sherlock to feel pressured over anything.

He knew this evening was the perfect time, but he was now looking for the right moment to make it discreet and subtle.

John took a deep breath as he gazed fondly at Sherlock emerging from the bedroom, with the violin case in his hand.

"Ooh, look at you! What are you going to play for us, then?" asked Mrs Hudson, making everyone else fall silent and turn to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock took out his violin and bow and walked over to the sitting room window. His preferred spot to play, with or without people listening to him.

Without a word, Sherlock closed his eyes and began to play. He'd started with a carol. Everyone smiled and began to hum with him.

Sherlock always looked gorgeous - even in an old T-shirt and worn out pyjamas.

But watching him play the violin - it was something else. The moonlight from outside hit his face, illuminated it, and once again, John wondered if this was a dream.

Three years of being together and John still could not believe his luck.

John's lips spread slowly to form a smile on his face, his heart swelling up with love.

After a while, that carol was over and everyone in the room clapped with appreciation.

Sherlock turned a bit and looked directly at John for a moment. Facing the window again, he began to play another tune.

John realised it was a Bach's piece. His favourite one, as he had told Sherlock a long time ago. They were not even a couple back then.

John's heart filled up with warmth as he found himself walking across the room to approach Sherlock. Physically drawn to him, as usual.

That was when John knew that it was the right moment.

John stood beside Sherlock, patiently waiting for the violin piece to finish.

Everything was beautiful that night: the night sky as John watched from the window, the Bach's piece that Sherlock was playing, Sherlock himself, and just everything else.

When that piece came to an end, everyone was clapping and cheering for Sherlock again.

Sherlock finally faced everyone in the room and bowed before keeping his violin back in the case.

Within a few moments, people had begun chatting among themselves, and that was it. It was now or never, John thought.

John took out the box from his pocket and made sure nobody looked at him.

Sherlock was on his way to the bedroom. John reached out to him and caught his wrist in his hand, making Sherlock stop in his tracks.

He turned to face John. "What is it?"

John slipped the small box in his hand, away from everyone's eyes.

Sherlock looked down and his jaw dropped a little. He let out a small gasp before checking that no one was paying attention to them.

John grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I'd like to marry you. If that's okay."

Sherlock blinked rapidly at first and nodded. John had never seen him nod so eagerly at anything before.

John's face would have split in half with the way he was smiling.

They exchanged a look and wordlessly decided it would be better if they went out for a short walk.

John went to Mrs Hudson, who was talking to Molly at the moment.

"Mrs Hudson, we're going out for a while. We'll be back shortly. Could you please..."

Mrs Hudson must have sensed the urgency, so she held up her hand and waved him off with a nod.

She took John aside, away from everyone's earshot. "I saw the ring, you know," she whispered with a smile.

John flushed up and began to stutter. "I - I'll tell you everything tomorrow. Promise. But I need to go!"

She laughed and let go of his arm before going to Molly again to continue with the chatting.

*

They were out of the flat and climbing down the stairs now, without looking at each other.

Sherlock held the door open for John and they were out in the street.

Finding an obscure alley, John pulled Sherlock by his hand and backed him against the wall.

Sherlock pulled John close by a fistful of his jumper and now they were kissing.

John placed a hand on his waist and grabbed at Sherlock's curls to feel their softness. Sherlock's arms were wrapped tightly around John's back as their lips connected again magnetically.

John poured all his feelings - love, care, devotion, everything - into his kisses and Sherlock was kissing him back with equal passion.

They pulled away after some time to catch their breath.

Sherlock pulled out the box again and put on the engagement ring in front of John. It fitted like a glove. Beautiful.

Sherlock looked up at John again with his striking eyes. "Yes, I'd like that too. Obviously."

John pulled him close and they kissed again.

A moment later, John pulled away finally. "Let's go back," he said and held Sherlock's hand in his own.

"Do we have to?" Sherlock's nose was scrunched.

John laughed. "Yes, we do."

So, Sherlock and John walked back to the flat again, hand in hand, looking forward to the rest of their life.

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Sherlock September Challenge.

Prompt: Whisper by @onesmallfamily

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