verity-burns:
“That’s not my smile.”
“What do you…?”
“Look at this picture - just look at it! That’s not my smile. I do not smile like that.”
“Er…”
“It must be a trick of the light. The resemblance is indisputable, but that is most definitely not my smile.”
“Um, Sherlock…”
“What?”
“Come and stand in front of the mirror.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.”
“All right, I’m standing.”
“Take my hand.”
“I’m not going to smile.”
“I’m not asking you to. Just take my hand.”
“Fine. Now what?”
“I love you.”
“I know that. You told me two weeks ago. We’ve barely spent a minute apart since…”
“Look at the mirror.”
“I… Oh.”
“Yes.”
“So… this is my smile, now?”
“I guess it is.”
ilegzz:
I had this around somewhere…
howtosucceedathogwarts:
morfiantra:
fancy-freckles:
rossybowties:
I JUST SPAT ALL OVER MY SCREEN.
JOHNLOCK IS REAL, OKAY.
Once again #robert-downey-junior:-creating-homoerotic-subtext-wherever-he-goes
THEY ARE HUSBANDS
LOOK AT IT
THEY
ARE
HUSBANDS.
how is that subtext anymore
verity-burns:
Warm: A body behind him,
Safe: An arm wrapped around him,
Wanted: A hand in his hair,
Loved: Kiss given, kiss taken,
John.
verity-burns:
“I can explain,” Sherlock promised, his voice raw and rough in John’s ear. “I will tell you everything… anything… all of it, I swear…” He swallowed, knowing he should pull back, give John time, allow room for his anger. “I’ll let go in a minute… “ Sherlock held on.
Slowly, John’s arms rose to wrap around the apparition before him, unexpected, unbelievable, but entirely and completely familiar. “Sherlock…” he started, but there was nowhere to go beyond that name… nothing else in the world that he wanted. “Sherlock…” His arms tightened, fingers splaying out. “Don’t let go…”
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