Oneshots of John lock<3

Proposal. (Bbc)

The two were wondering the streets of London, their fingers intwined while they talked about whatever was on their minds. They broke out into small fits of giggles, while John tried to not spill their chips onto the floor.
"You know what we should do?" Sherlock added, completely interrupting his last sentence.
"What?" John glanced up, feeling Sherlocks fingers squeeze his own.
"Come with me." They both darted across the street, but only one actually knowing where the hell their going. The streets were almost silent, so they had no worries of bumping into people, or getting hit by a car. They were just enjoying one and others company. They finally came to a halt, next to the river Thames, a small was plastered to the brunettes face as he starred at the little lights reflecting out of the water.
"We could of walked!" John panted jokingly, releasing his hand from Sherlocks to wipe the sweat on his jeans.
"What's the fun in that?" Sherlock mumbled, too intrigued by the beauty. "Anyway. I thought It would be nice to sit here!"
"It is, chips?"
"Yes please."

The two sat side by side, eating off the paper. Sherlock complained about the packaging of the chips, saying it was unnecessarily messy. Though John had something else on his mind, this was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He'd bought a engagement ring long ago, though never got a box, nor even mentioned anything to his partner. He always carried the ring with him, just incase a perfect moment arose.
"They could use anyt-"
"Sherlock," John interrupted, placing his hand on his lovers thigh.
"Yes?"
"I need you to be close your eyes for 10 seconds." A confused expression appeared on his face, as he starred at John. "Please." He finally complied, closing his eyes. John rummaged down his pocket for the ring and knelt on the cold floor.
"Can I open my eyes yet?" He whispered.
"Yeah, yes you can,"
The second Sherlock opened his eyes, silence stuck between them.
"I er.. I'm going to be honest with you. As much of a dick you can be.. I really do love you. I want to spend, well. The rest of my life with you, running around doing cases, being able to write a blog about you, waking up having you beside me. All of its so cliche, but I really want it. I don't think I understood love as well as I do now, because of you. So.. Sherlock Holmes. Will you marry me?" He couldn't read his partners expression, he was completely blank.
"Johnwatsonofcourseiwill." Sherlock blurted out after realising what was going through his head wasn't being verbally said, he dropped to his knees wrapping his arms around John.
"Sorry i don't have a Box.." John laughed, appreciating his excited response.
"I don't give 2 fucks about the box Jawn!"