anigrrrl2:

I have this head canon I can’t shake, of Sherlock and John living together for a few months after John’s left Mary, or she’s dead, whatever, I don’t care about her…and they aren’t together yet, John’s still sleeping in his old bedroom, and they’re still having a lot of like fundamental understandings about who the other one is, and one morning, John comes downstairs to Sherlock in his pyjamas all curled on the sofa binge watching The Great British Bakeoff and eating Nutella out of the jar and John’s like “What the hell are you doing?” And Sherlock just kind of shrugs and offers John the jar of Nutella, and John laughs kind of perplexed, but he sits down next to him and they end up spending the entire day eating junk and yelling at the bakers and cringing every time someone screws up and Sherlock ends up admitting he’s got a total crush on one of them, and they’ve never ever spent a whole day like this, just being friends, no case, no drama, no adventure, no lying wife, just them. Together.

And it finally dawns on John as he’s watching Sherlock animatedly bemoan someone’s runny treacle tart as he licks the back of a Nutella covered spoon, that Sherlock is so human, so soft and real and full of emotion, and everything changes for him, in that one small, seemingly inconsequential moment. Because that’s how life happens, you know, not in these huge heart pounding monumental moments, but in these tiny moments that you never see coming.

And Sherlock feels John watching him, and turns and says “What, John?” with Nutella on his mouth, and his curls all messy and unbrushed, and everything John’s been holding back all these years just comes out and he leans in and kisses Sherlock so softly and gently. And Sherlock just makes this small surprised noise, but recovers quickly and kisses John back, and when John pulls away, they’re both smiling at each other so tenderly and Sherlock’s like, “I estimated 5 hours and it only took you 4. You always surprise me, John Watson.”

And John’s like “You little shit, this was all a trap.”

And Sherlock says, “Worked though, didn’t it?” And grins and sticks the spoon in his mouth, and John just pushes him back into the sofa and that’s the end of the telly and the Nutella and the clothing.