Oh man. hmm.
Basically one of my favorite headcanons for the “big confession” is that John is in mortal danger/wounded (like in ACD’s “The Three Garridebs”) and Sherlock freaks out, and John FINALLY realizes that his love is returned and lets himself fully see it. He looks up at Sherlock and they both just know, and neither of them has to say anything, because it’s been infinitely clear to both of them ever since Reichenbach that they each love the other, but there were too many obstacles (both real and imagined). But Sherlock just holds John’s face, and says “please tell me you’re alright” and John says “I am now” and then they are just snogging and it’s beautiful and passionate and I’m gonna cry
Oh gods and then the blog entry about it would obviously not say anything about the snogging, but John would say how distraught Sherlock was and that the would “was worth it to see how much he cared” and… just…
[John’s blog entry the next week]
Basically, Sherlock and I were running after a bloke when he turned and shot me in the leg. Sherlock managed to render him unconscious before running back over to me… And yeah, it hurt. It hurt a lot. But then Sherlock was so obviously upset, he had completely forgotten about the criminal we were chasing, and he… well. Let’s just say that it was worth the wound— honestly, it was even worth being shot again— to see how much he really cares.
Comment by Harry Watson:
It’s about FUCKING TIME.
Comment by Mike Stamford:
Good on you, mate 🙂
Comment by Sherlock Holmes:
You are romanticizing this far more than necessary.
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