Jun 19, 2016
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope you're having a lovely day! <333
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What will your reaction be to the Johnlock kiss??
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Omg fake relationship trope (for a case or for family reasons) with femlock??? That would be amazing!
John’s looking out the window when Sherlock clears her throat from over in the kitchen. “Bit of a drizzle going out there, might not be the best day for a date with Sam…at least not what we had planned.”
Sherlock clears her throat again.
“Then again, maybe it’ll clear up before this evening. Those clouds don’t look too bad.”
Again.
“I’m deliberately ignoring you, Sherlock, in case you hadn’t noticed. What do you need?”
“John, come over here.”
She lets the curtain fall and takes a few strides over to where Sherlock is seated at the kitchen table, chin cupped in her hand and poring over John’s blog. “What’s up?”
“Look at this.” Sherlock points at a private message sent to John’s account (John’s given up picking passwords to keep Sherlock out) and the tip of finger finger leaves a little smudge on the screen. John winces.
“Look at what? Besides the massive spot of grease you’ve just left on my screen?”
“It’s a case. A resort, actually. Someone’s aunt’s gone missing while on holiday with her new husband.”
“Yes, I am literate, Sherlock. But we can’t investigate it.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” says John, shoving Sherlock’s hand to the side and clicking the link to the resort’s website, “it says here that the resort is couples only.”
“Problem?”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“You know what they say about cruises. Or their patrons, at least.”
John snorts. “Newlyweds and nearly-deads.” She reaches towards her ring finger and fiddles with the enormous diamond now strapped to her dominant hand. Sherlock went with a subtle silver wedding band, and John gives it the stink-eye.
Outside the sun is shining and the ferry is moving along as a steady clip. John shields her face and stares at the horizon. Sherlock is sporting a pair of aviators bigger than her face and reading an issue of GQ.
“What if they ask us for a marriage certificate?”
Without looking down, Sherlock reaches down into her handbag and pulls out a folded piece of paper, waving it in front of John’s face.
“What? How?” Sure enough, there are their names: William Sherlock Scott Holmes and John Hamish Watson, married 5 May 2016. “Your first name is William?”
Sherlock’s nose wrinkles up. “Blame Mycroft. She wanted a little brother. Mum and Dad were just stupid enough to indulge her.”
John looks at the piece of paper and caresses their names, one on top of the other, like puzzle pieces.
“I like it. Um, darling.” She leans over and gives Sherlock a chaste peck. She feels a shoot of fire down in her belly and tries to remember if she brought her vibrator.
“Dix minutes!” someone says, and John starts tucking her belongings away.
“So, dearie, where’s your husband?” asks one of the neighbors. She can’t be any younger than seventy.
John clears her throat. “My wife is…” she pauses. “Well, come to think of it I don’t know where she’s run off to.”
“Oh, well then. That’s no problem, there are all sorts round here.”
“Yes, thank you,” says John, pulling out her phone and silently cursing when she sees zero bars displayed.
After about an hour of searching, she finds Sherlock down on the beach, sprawled out on a towel.
“I thought you were going to go looking for your briefcase,” says John, hands on her hips. Sherlock lets loose a loud snore. “I can tell when you’re faking, Sherlock!”
“I am looking for my—I am working on the case!” She peers at John over the top of her sunglasses and glares. “And I was not faking, thank you very much. The impertinence.”
“Could have fooled me! That snoring probably woke up the mainland. I’ve never heard faker.” Suddenly John becomes acutely aware that Sherlock’s bathing suit isn’t exactly concealing. She bites her lip and looks back at Sherlock’s toes, at the beefcake on the cover of Sherlock’s magazine, anywhere besides the two pert boobs that are basically screaming at John to stare at them.
“Either way,” says Sherlock, propping herself up on her elbows, “this is a perfectly decent spot to observe the goings-on around the resort. I’m working on the case, whatever it may look like from the outside.”
John looks at the sky but passes it off as rolling her eyes. “Well, from the outside, it looks like you’re reading Out magazine and sunbathing.”
Sherlock grunts and pushes her sunglasses back to the top of her nose. “Why don’t you go look for clues or something.”
John opens her mouth but thinks better of it.
“Do you think we could ever make this real?” says John, with Sherlock asleep next to her.
“Hm?”
“Christ, Sherlock, I thought you were asleep!”
“Only pretending.”
“Bastard,” she says.
“What were you asking?”
“Never mind!”
“No, really, you said something about making this real. What did you mean?”
“I meant,” John sighs. “I meant, this, well. This being a couple thing. Do you think we could ever try it out for real?”
Sherlock doesn’t answer, but only because she’s audaciously pressed her mouth against John’s and John is wriggling with pleasure underneath her touch.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life,” says John afterwards.
“Anyways, I’m glad we found the aunt,” says John on the ferry back. “Even if she wasn’t exactly in one piece.”
“Occupational hazard,” says Sherlock, linking her hand with John’s. She smiles and John looks up into her eyes. John smiles back and bites her lip, wondering exactly how they’ve gotten here in the space of three days.
John tilts her head upwards and Sherlock plants one on her, nibbling, sucking, deepening the kiss until someone on the other end of the boat cries out, “Oi! Get a room!”
victorianhallucination replied to your post:victorianhallucination replied to your post ...
oh yeah like there was definitely a push for good grades that took its toll on a lot of my friends and classmates and there is a weird competitiveness between the schools (although they came up with this gdst quiz thing in the last two years which i enjoyed cos I was team captain and we came third sdkfjskd) but yeah the teachers were the people that really made the whole school enjoyable.
yeah the competitiveness was weird because sometimes it can be a good motivator but like..... you gotta use it sparingly for it to have a positive effect, not breathe down your students’ necks all the time ya feel? also i think there was an even bigger competitive edge to my school bc there’s a boys’ school literally across the road, and another girls’ school a short distance away so yeah we were really pushed towards doing well in academic subjects. and ooh i hadn’t heard about the quiz thing!! it’s good that they’re trying to get people from different schools to meet and compete in a fun way in a non-academic setting!!
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No actually I really loved it?? It was quite small in comparison to the other ones so I think that's what made it more friendly?? Anyway I had a good 7 years there. Was yours awful??
ahhhhh i see!! tbh very small schools on the whole tend to be much nicer environments!! my school was quite big and it was fine in year 7, everything was pretty chill and i did genuinely like it but then a new headmistress arrived and started pushing everyone to work harder for better exam results and honestly while it did work for the first few years of her being there, the grades stopped getting better after a while and i found out in my last year at sixth form that about half the staff and students were taking medication to help them cope with the pressure which is honestly sickening
aside from that weird competitiveness i found that it was the individual teachers that made lessons fun, so while i disliked the institution as a whole, i loved a lot of my teachers so swings and roundabouts i guess??
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Omg I went to a gdst school sjsksksksksls
omg NICE was it as oppressive and unfriendly as mine was lmao
Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great day 🎉
thanks trish!
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I’m never gonna say ‘get dressed’ ever again
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