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Prompt for you: “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.” Please? And thank you!! I love EVERYTHING you write. You're the best!
“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”_________________________________________
Sherlock climbs the stairs two by two, listening at John follows him quickly. He leaves the door open, heading for the sofa directly and lying down, eyes already closed.
He listens carefully as John enters the flat, closing the door and hanging his coat silently.
Three, two, one…
"Sherlock, I know you’re listening, so can we stop this now.”
Sherlock doesn’t move, barely dares to breath. How could he have lose control so quickly.
“Sherlock,” John calls again, this time coming to sit on the coffee table. “Stop pretending you’re okay because I know you’re not. You’ve haven’t slept in days, almost never eats again and haven’t been able to fully focus on any of the cases Lestrade gave us.”
Sherlock shuts his eyes tighter, fighting back the urge to take John in his arms and apologizes, tell him everything.
“I’m worried, love,” John sighs, and Sherlock knows he has now his head in his hands. “Is it about… about us? Did I do someth-”
“No!” Sherlock replies immediately, sitting up, panicked. “No, we are fine, more than fine, absolutely brilliant.”
John stares at him for a long moment before smiling, “Yeah?” Sherlock nods, moving so he can face John properly. “Then what is it? I can’t just stand there and let you go through all this again.”
“I-” Sherlock begins, prepared to tell yet another lie, but the sadness in John’s eyes make his heart aches. He sighs, one hand digging into his trousser’s pocket, fidgeting with what’s in there. “I have been experiencing a new level of stress lately,” he says, regulating his breathing.
John nods slowly, “Why?”
“There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to do, but I can’t seem to know how to do it,” Sherlock finally confesses.
“What thing?” John frowns, leaning closer as he takes his free hand.
Sherlock stares down at their joined fingers, inhaling deeply before taking out the small box off his pocket. John’s shape inhale echoes in the room for a long moment.
“John, if you agree, I’d like to spend the rest of my life not only as your best friend and, well, lover, but also as your husband.”
Sherlock holds his breath, not yet realising he actually manage to said those words out loud. John is staring at the box, still closed, and Sherlock curses himself and opens it quickly. John’s bright laugher fills the living room, and Sherlock looks back at him.
“John?” He whispers, watching a tear slide down his cheek.
“Christ, I love you,” John smiles. “I love you despite he fact that only you worry over such an evidence.”
Sherlock frowns, not sure to understand, but John pulls him close, kissing him softly before saying, “Nothing would make me happier than to be your husband, Sherlock Holmes.”
Sherlock pulls away to stare into his eyes, reading there the trueness of John’s reply and he lets out a small laugh, feeling his chest expand with something very, very warm, “Yes?”
“Yes,” John replies, laughing too, and Sherlock captures the sound from his lips, allowing himself to feel ridiculously happy once more.
I was thinking about how Sherlock threw himself in the bonfire to save John. Then I started thinking... Mary went to see Sherlock to show him the strange messages she had received. She said she knew what a skip code was. Remember he looked at her when she said that? If she knew what it was then why not go to the police? She's was a TRAINED, EXPERT assassin. She could've figured it out. Of course, she could've. Mary's intelligent. She went to get Sherlock because that was the plan...
My meta brain tells me that Mary knew CAM had this planned. She knew he would go. Pressure point. Remember how they later found out he recorded them? Mary was in on it. Whether she was being threatened by CAM or not, idk. My point is… Save John Watson. Go to hell. Well, guess what? He already had thrown himself in fire before. She knew he’d do it again and he did! Save John Watson. Damn. Yeah. Metas. Let me live 😀
Yeah some moments were actually spent going to retrieve Sherlock wasn’t it? Some time was already lost while Mary went to show sherlock the code. She actually broke the code herself already. I mean she can climb the CAM Tower alone while pregnant. Rescuing John from the fire was not really hard for her. If Sherlock can do it. Mary, the highly skilled assassin would do it easy.
They why the fuck didn’t she? Did she not know how to ride a motorbike? She did. Better than Sherlock. Her skills are way better. And on top of that while sherlock just jumped on the fire ,she just stood and screamed.
Yeah she did look scared. But think about how she still kept her secret identity a priority. What is more important? Your facade? Or your fiance?
She already gave away that she is not a normal nurse by referring to the skip code and I would sympathize if she accidentally revealed herself while trying to save John. But nope. She reveals herself while killing sherlock. And I will fight anyone who tells me she didn’t kill him.
I really needed some answers about Mary.
#IBelieveInJohnlock
I just had a thought
Okay so, they've said in TLD "there must be something comforting about three, people tend to give up after three" So what if there's a 4th episode and in that everything gets explained and Johnlock gets canon. I may sound like Anderson in the empty hearse but I mean that would be the Mofftiss I know
I don’t know who this Dorothy person is but I swear I’m gonna fight her
a fact: sherlock doesn't let john leave the flat without a goodbye kiss
An old piece (here) has been gaining a load of notes for some reason so I wanted to do a quick redraw just because it’s fun to see the difference.