Sherlock and John buying ‘that mirror’ together and having an argument in the middle ikea because Sherlock wanted the one with lightbulbs around it and John wanted the plain and simple one.
They bought both.
Sherlock keeps ‘his’ mirror in the bathroom. He likes to get ready in front of it every morning, as though he is actor about to go on stage.
Sherlock Holmes, the drama queen
Pilot!John would be horrified, honestly. He’d be like, ‘John, we were in love with him the second we saw him. What are you even playing at? How can you not be with him??’
I think pilot!John might get extremely overprotective of Sherlock, tbh.
John: So, hmm, when did you two get together ?
Pilot!Joh: Right after our first case, we had dinner at a chinese restaurant and got back to Baker Street and shagged like mad
Sherlock: ….
John: ….
Pilot!Sherlock: It’s not like John hadn’t propositioned me at Angelo’s 2 hours after we met
John: *stares into the distance*
Sherlock: Hmm John ? I think we need to talk.
Johnlock: Who do you think is going to admit his ~feelings~ to the other one first? And who will kiss who first? Any specific scenarios you like?
Oh man. hmm.
Basically one of my favorite headcanons for the “big confession” is that John is in mortal danger/wounded (like in ACD’s “The Three Garridebs”) and Sherlock freaks out, and John FINALLY realizes that his love is returned and lets himself fully see it. He looks up at Sherlock and they both just know, and neither of them has to say anything, because it’s been infinitely clear to both of them ever since Reichenbach that they each love the other, but there were too many obstacles (both real and imagined). But Sherlock just holds John’s face, and says “please tell me you’re alright” and John says “I am now” and then they are just snogging and it’s beautiful and passionate and I’m gonna cry
Oh gods and then the blog entry about it would obviously not say anything about the snogging, but John would say how distraught Sherlock was and that the would “was worth it to see how much he cared” and… just…
[John’s blog entry the next week]
Basically, Sherlock and I were running after a bloke when he turned and shot me in the leg. Sherlock managed to render him unconscious before running back over to me… And yeah, it hurt. It hurt a lot. But then Sherlock was so obviously upset, he had completely forgotten about the criminal we were chasing, and he… well. Let’s just say that it was worth the wound— honestly, it was even worth being shot again— to see how much he really cares.
Comment by Harry Watson:
It’s about FUCKING TIME.
Comment by Mike Stamford:
Good on you, mate 🙂
Comment by Sherlock Holmes:
You are romanticizing this far more than necessary.
Sometimes I wonder if the “poems to John’s girlfriends” that Sherlock found were not actually poems to John’s girlfriends but poems about Sherlock and Sherlock is too big of a dumb baby to realize it
Oh. My. God.
