30 day OTP challenge - 1. holding hands
I wanted to try this for a while. I’m going to ignore the ‘30 day’ part, but I’ll try my best to do it in the right order.
I may or may not have done a ficlet for the “Sherlock says, “I love you.” and blinks at his own confession. “- promt
"I love you, John.", Sherlock murmured. He was sitting in his usual chair, eyes closed and appeared to be in deep thought.
"What?" John asked from the other chair, looking up from the newspaper he was reading and staring at Sherlock. "What did you say?"
Sherlock opened his eyes and looked back at John with a confused face.
"I didn’t say anything, did I?" he asked, blinking.
"Yes… yes you did." John said, laying his newspaper aside, leaning forward a little and smiling.
"Oh." Sherlock simply stated, blinking some more. He looked at the empty fire place, sinking into the deep dimensions of his thinking again.
After a minute he started talking again:
"And… what I said… was it, that…?"
"Yes. Yes it was." John smiled.
"Well, it’s true." Sherlock quickly said, as if it was an obvious thing to be said. He turned his head away with something that might’ve been a slight blush. His eyes scanned the room and suddenly he stood up with a dramatic swish of his dressing gown, flung himself on the couch and turned his back to John.
John simply shook his head with a big smile on his face and returned to reading the news.
Nothing much happened in the next two hours except that John made himself some tea (He had asked Sherlock if he also wanted a cup but the question was left unanswered)
and changed from the newspaper to a book.
Eventually he stretched, yawned, and stood up with the book under his arm.
"I’ll go to bed now, good night."
John walked up to Sherlock, who still was still neither talking to nor looking at him.
He leaned over him and gave him a soft kiss on his temple.
"Also… I love you too, you big idiot." he whispered softly in his ear and disappeared upstairs.
After being left alone in the dark for a few minutes Sherlock carefully touched his temple and turned his head to look into the direction where John just vanished.
In one swift motion he was up and after him up the stairs.
OH MY GOODNESS OH MY GOODNESS
(Part2) Thankfully, the meeting was cut short due to a minor emergency – something about a leakage – and John bolted out of his chair, rustling the papers beside him which he gave no thought to. Once he finally managed to hail down a cab, the doctor was wholly prepared to collapse on the sofa with a nice cuppa and no tedious lecturers to bother him. Just him, his tea and his soap opera. There was one variable he didn’t account for.
(Part3) John stood, gaping in the doorway of 221B as the oblivious figure bounced around the flat. Bounced – that was literally the only way to describe how Sherlock moved; all gangly limbs popping and swinging and gyrating in ways that conjured thoughts in John’s mind which he would really rather keep hidden.
(Part4) Sherlock spun, revealing a thin strip of pale chest. John swallowed. Donned in nothing but his red robe and a large pair of headphones, Sherlock was dancing – if you could call the provocative manoeuvring of limbs dancing – and… oh god, no. Rapping.“Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthin’, A hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthin’,” he sung, pink lips forming perfectly over the crude words.
(Part5) Then, jerking his hips (positively illegal), “I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap, I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap.”John couldn’t contain himself. Laughter bubbled past his lips and consumed him, roaring throughout the room. The dancing figure froze, shoulders tense, breath held. “John,” Sherlock croaked with about as much grace as a child caught wearing their mother’s makeup. “I was just, ah… experimenting. Seeing if the rate of endorphins-”
(Part6/End) “Come ‘ere you bloody git,” John said, fondly smiling as Sherlock blinked, bewildered. And then, doing something both Sherlock and John had not ever predicted in all of time and space, John turned up the music and said: “Man I been did that, Man I been popped off, And if she ain’t trying to get it then she get dropped off.” —- (sorry that was terrible but there you go?)
Gorgeous!. Those arms!
Cleopatra’s Underwater Palace, Egypt
I still don’t get why no one is LOSING THEIR FUCKING SHIT OVER THIS FIND
iT SURVIVED THE EARTHQUAKE THAT LEVELED THE REST OF THE CITY IN 365 A.D.
CLEOPATRA’S FUCKING PALACE
WITH INTACT FUCKING STATUARY
NOT TO MENTION THE REST OF THE FUCKING ENTIRE GODDAMN ISLAND OF ANTIRRHODOS INCLUDING THE ANCIENT PORT OF ALEXANDRIA
AND THEY’RE GONNA BUILD A MOTHERFUCKING UNDERWATER MUSEUM
can I be a mermaid tour guide there or some shit, you don’t even have to pay me i will just live there forever oh my fucking god
i better be alive when this museum is up and running
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yes yes YES