JohnLock Oneshots

Thanksgiving

"Come on now. We don't want to be late." Sherlock was in a frenzy. It was 9 A.M. on Thanksgiving morning and John hadn't even gotten his morning tea yet.

'What do you mean late? We aren't leaving here until 1." John yawn halfway through the sentence and began making his tea when Sherlock interrupted him.

"No time for tea, we have cooking to do and pies to be made." Sherlock was running around and getting out ingredients for what seemed like every recipe ever made.

"Jesus, Sherlock. Slow down we will have plenty of time to cook and bake." John mumbled and rested his head on the counter. "It's so early" He almost fell asleep but was interrupted by the loud banging of pots and pans. "You're going to wake Mrs. Hudson."

"He already did." Mrs. Hudson stumbled into the kitchen. She was just as tired as John. "When are you guys leaving?" She waited anxiously for their answer.

"One," John replied. Mrs. Hudson groaned and went back to her room. She was having her family over later that afternoon and she wasn't looking forward to cleaning up Sherlock's mess. She had to hide her food in the freezer downstairs in fear that they would find it.

"Oh and Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock yelled from the kitchen, "Your gravy is wonderful thank you so much for making it." John looked at him in disgust.

"You took her bloody gravy. You're a sick, sick man Sherlock Holmes." He got up and went back to the bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sherlock quickly jumped in front of him, blocking the entrance to the bedroom. "You have to make the stuffing." John tried to get passed him but Sherlock was a brick wall. Finally, John gave in and started helping Sherlock with the food.

"Aren't your parents making any food? Why do we have to?" John complained.

"Yeah. They're roasting the bird." Sherlock said quickly as he was chopping vegetables.

"The bird?" John grew suspicious.

"Yeah, the bird. What else would it be?" Sherlock was avoiding the word Turkey.

"The turkey?" John raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm," Sherlock mumbled. John stopped what he was doing and turned to face Sherlock.

"Hun,"

"Mhm." Sherlock avoided eye contact.

"What species of bird are we eating tonight?" John grew concerned.

"Mmm-Quail-mmm" Sherlock mumbled.

"Quail??" John raised his voice. Sherlock nodded his head ever so slightly. "Unbelievable," John said under his breath.

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The minute they arrived at the house, Sherlock was running around getting all the food ready. Everyone else was in the living room, letting Sherlock take charge and do his own thing.

"Is he always like this?" John asked Mycroft and took a sip of his warm tea.

"Yeah. It safer for all of us if we just let him man the kitchen." They were watching the Macy's Day Thanksgiving Parade going on in America.

"Did you just say safer?" John raised an eyebrow, Mycroft ignored his question. Sherlock's parents were going through old photo albums. There was a family photo of all of them but someone was crossed out. "Is that Eurus?" John could never forget the memories of Sherlock's sister.

"Yeah, mum basically disowned her ever since they sent her away," Mycroft explained. Just then, Sherlock rushed into the room then immediately stood straight, like a soldier when confronted by his sergeant. It kinda turned John on. Sherlock noticed the shift in his position and smiled. He winked before making his announcement,

"Dinner is ready." Everyone got up and rushed to the dining room. John was left behind and walked past Sherlock and grinned. When he walked into the dining room he was greeted by the aurora of a Thanksgiving dinner. There were two vases filled with flowers on both sides of the table with fancy China at each seat. The quail was the centerpiece and was surrounded by all the side dishes: Casserole, stuffing, mashed potatoes, you name it.

"This is incredible. Absolutely incredible." John was frozen with awe. Sherlock pulled out a chair for him and John took his seat. Sherlock and Mycroft sat at the ends of the table and everyone else took the sides.

"Eh." Sherlock shrugged off the compliment and started to cut into the bird. He gave the first slices to John. Once everyone got the food on their plate they began to dig in. John was hesitant about eating the bird but Sherlock nudged him.

"Go on, it won't bite. I promise." He grinned and John rolled his eyes. He took a bite and his eyes widened.

"This is incredible!" John couldn't believe it. Everyone laughed and went back to eating.

"So, have you guys set a wedding date yet?" Mycroft asked before he got up to get seconds. John gave Sherlock a confused look.

"Wedding? We've only been dating for a few months." John chuckled thinking it was a joke. When Sherlock didn't react he looked more confused. "Sherlock?" He avoided eye contact.

"Well," Sherlock started, "I was going to wait until after dinner, but why not." He got out of his chair and took a little black box out of his jacket pocket and got down on one knee. Sherlock covered his mouth with his hands, he couldn't believe what was happening.

"Dr. John Watson," John's heart skipped a beat when Sherlock said his full name, "Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" John knew he was being sincere when Sherlock said all the cliche proposal statements.

"Oh, my bloody hell," John whispered.

"Not the reaction I was expecting." Sherlock chuckled and everyone was smiling.

"Of course, you idiot." John laughed and hugged his fiance. Everyone clapped and Sherlock put the engagement ring on John's finger.

"Thank you, love."

***A/N***

Hope you guys have an amazing Thanksgiving!! If you're ever feeling left out in the family discussion (I know the feels!!) then hope you are entertained by this oneshot! Love you all :))

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