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@REICHENSFALLS ;
            
            / good good, yeah i still pray they get together if season 5 ever gets made 
            
            “we were on a date!” john huffed, finding himself getting frustrated with his flatmate. “i had planned a normal date, it was you that suggested we go to that circus. then we get bloody taken from this flat because they thought i was /you/. sarah nearly died, sherlock. do you not care?” he set his mug down and held onto the back of the chair, that sat opposite sherlock. john hated the way his girlfriends could never see eye to eye with his best friend, or the other way round. life could be so complicated, all he wanted was simple now, maybe with some occasional excitement to sate his need for adrenaline. john looked at sherlock and studied him, he supposed that was what they had now. they came home from work, made each other tea, occasionally would eat together whether that was breakfast or cold takeaway. his train of thought stopped when sherlock made his comment, his brow raised slightly. “priorities? you’re joking right? i drop everything for you if i need to. do you know how many times i’ve stayed in the flat because i was worried about you?”

@adamnedsoldier / still the same, i am a creature of habit- and appreciator of good fanfiction :) and yours ?
            
            "there was no reason for you to drag her along on the case. we had much more pressing matters, don't you think?" there was a new edge to sherlock's voice, one that often came up when they discussed sarah or the one with the spots or the unlikable teacher for too long. it was no secret he was not an admirer of john's miscellaneous partners, the same way they'd never quite taken to him. "then again, you've never been skilled at figuring out your priorities."

@REICHENSFALLS ; 
            
            / it’s been years mate, what’s your stance on johnlock? 
            
            ‘poor woman?’ john scoffed, looking slightly offended at sherlocks statement. ‘we enjoy each others company very much until you get yourself involved. like sarah. we dated for months, she nearly bloody died because of your need to solve a case. we ended things mutually as well’ he muttered bitterly the last sentence like it was still painful. sherlock was right though, most of his relationships lasted a few weeks at most. he wasn’t the most attentive boyfriend, he got bored easily. he supposed he could blame sherlock for that after providing so much adrenaline. 

@REICHENSFALLS ;
            
            john was an idiot when compared to his friend but a lot of people underestimated him, especially when it came to said friend. in the two years without sherlock were two of the worst years of his life. a crippling loneliness after years of adrenaline and the chase hit him harder than his return back from afghanistan but then mary came along and things fell back into place. yet there was still a gap. something didn’t feel right when sherlock made his return but john did his best to look past that. with the wedding around the corner and a new chapter of his life starting, he wanted to try and mold the broken piece to fit a little better. 
            
            john sighed as he looked at the familiar gold knocker of his home and felt the corner of his lip quirk upwards as all the memories of their adventures came back. ‘oscillation on the pavement suggests love affair’ he chuckled as he heard his flatmates voice in the memory, missing the past and felt like he’d broken up with a life that won’t be the same. he shook his head briefly and pushed the door open, making his way up the stairs. he dragged his finger along the wall paper as the memories continued to flood his mind. “sherlock, you’ve not been answering my calls or texts actually- oh, you’ve been busy,” john hesitated and looked over the sea of napkins, he didn’t miss the way that sherlocks shoulders tensed either. 

@lNTELLECTUS ;
            
            / god i wish this carried on 

/ i'll be Geoff :D

@adamnedsoldier 
            
            Sherlock was partly surprised that Lestrade would be joining them. Would they be sleeping there as well? Mycroft would probably sleep at the inn. He always did. If he even slept, that was. The vampire of a man he was, Sherlock sometimes wondered if he did human things at all. Sherlock watched as his mother cooed and took Rosie from Mycroft to go clean her up, and offered her a smile as she walked off.
            
            Sherlock moved to hold John properly and kissed his head. He hummed thoughtfully and leaned into the kiss to his jaw and went to respond when Mycroft made a noise of disgust. He chuckled and turned to look at his brother, "they don't kiss. They stare at eachother until Mycroft can't stand the contact anymore and Lestrade goes home." 

@WitchyScarlet ;
            
            / no u 

@TheFatalWoman / glad you agree
            @adamnedsoldier / ♡♡♡

/ you guys :’) 

@adamnedsoldier 
            
            / ahh!! gorgeous <33

@posiemunds ;
            
            “sherlock will not,” he scoffed, looking across to his daughter. “this is not the sort of things i need to be seeing in the house. this is not the sort of thing that should even be /in/ the house. please, rosie, leave it in the morgue.”

“ ugh , fine ! ” rosamund groans , rolling her eyes . “ sherlock will just bring another one home . ”

@posiemunds <3