John and Sherlock starting their first dance as a waltz but ending up swaying in each others arms, their forheads pressed together and softly nuzzling noses (ノ◡‿◡)ノ*:・゚✧
John and Sherlock starting their first dance as a waltz but ending up swaying in each others arms, their forheads pressed together and softly nuzzling noses (ノ◡‿◡)ノ*:・゚✧
When they verge towards being a couple, would John go sleep with Sherlock in Sherlock’s room first, or would Sherlock join John in his room? Would they switch between which room they sleep in, or would one of them become the master bedroom permanently?
After their first fight as a couple, John storms out the flat, leaving Sherlock alone. He plays the violin, angrily, waiting for John to return until it’s well after midnight and John still isn’t back, Sherlock is terrified that he has left him forever this time.

OKAY SO LIKE I KNOW THE BIG THING IS JOHN ALWAYS TAKING CARE OF SHERLOCK, LIKE THAT’S THE SET ROLE, HE’S SHERLOCK’S CARE TAKER AND I LOVE THAT OK I DO
BUT SHERLOCK TAKING CARE OF JOHN, COMFORTING HIM, TALKING TO HIM IN A SOFT VOICE…………..LIKE IT’S MY WEAKNESS. I LOVE IT SO FUCKIN MUCH
Sherlock is babysitting John’s five-year-old daughter, and she states that she’s Cinderella and asks for Sherlock to be her shining prince and dance with her.
Sherlock simultaneously thinks about when he taught John how to Waltz before his wedding, how he lost the role he wanted in John’s life the moment he stepped off of the roof of St. Bart’s, how he’ll never have a partner or family or kid of his own, and how that had never bothered him before John limped into his life. Biting back tears, and donning a crooked smile, he lifts the tiny preschooler off of the ground, causing her to giggle with surprise and delight, and dances across the toy-cluttered floor with her folded into his arms.
I have a bunch of friends who have visited London, and whenever they talk about all the touristy things they’ve done, all I can do is imagine Sherlock and John doing the same.
Just picture those dorky babies wandering through museums and galleries that Sherlock knows a stupid amount of trivia in, they discuss how Moriarty broke into the crown jewel display (and nearly get kicked out when a guard overhears), circle Big Ben [Elizabeth Tower] for a short while until John gets tired of Sherlock rambling about the renaming and the concept of time, and then they go to the observation deck in The Shard to take selfies over the city to post on John’s blog.
They visit a bunch of souvenir shops and buy London tube map pants, get their union jack pillow a union jack mug friend, buy the exact tourist hat Jim had to burn later, and John tries to buy Sherlock scarves or shirts with London-related prints on them but he plays ‘too cool for casual trash’ and won’t submit to wearing them.
When night comes, they ride the London Eye before it closes for the evening. Sherlock starts to talk about sinusoidal functions, how overrated all the tourist attractions are in London and everywhere else in the world, and how the people who got on the ferris wheel before them were certainly a married couple from Germany on a one-week vacation. John shuts him up by saying the wheel provides a literal and metaphorical vantage point for all of their tacky adventures of that day, along with adventures prior. Finally, he kisses Sherlock tenderly like they’re in a scene right out of some rambly, romanticized Johnlock tumblr post.
Sherlock secretly read the poetry that John sent to his girlfriends not only for the amusement he admitted to later, but to pretend - just for a moment - that John’s boundless romanticism and the cheesy but heartfelt writing contained in the stanzas were intended for him.