WHAT TH E FUCK
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Only Know You Love Him When You Let Him Go – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, First Time, Canon Divergence – His Last Vow, Top John Watson, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Love Confessions, Feels, Songfic, First Kiss
Summary:
The day after Sherlock’s disastrous return from the dead, John comes to make things right.
can we please talk about this
# 1998 is a hard year for jackie # even working two jobs money is tight # (especially with rose’s gymnastic lessons # but rose loves them and jackie will sell her own kidneys to ensure she can keep attending) # and christmas is just around the corner # she looks over her books and feels ill: # she simply can’t afford to get rose any proper gift this year # and it breaks her heart # because rose is so excited # she loves christmas # keeps saying how she hopes it’ll snow this year # proper like # and christmas eve jackie is up late # worrying and hating how disappointed rose is gonna be come morning # when she wakes up to see the floor is almost empty beneath the tree # and that’s when there’s a knock at the door # she opens it # (with a baseball bat at the ready – it’s late on the estate after all) # and there’s no one there # just a red child-sized bike # with a note attached # ‘she’s gonna be fantastic’ it reads in messy loopy handwriting # ‘merry christmas’ # and normally she’d be worried about weirdos and stalkers but tonight # tonight it’s christmas eve and jackie tyler knows when not to look a gift horse in the mouth # so she hauls it inside quiet as she can # and the next morning when she’s awoken by the sound of rose crashing her new bike # into the hallway mirror # shrieking in delight the entire time # she takes a moment to say a silent thank you (via)
and now I’m crying
#oh my god#what if he just got that idea like right then#and said it to her#and then went and did it#and since their timelines aren’t parallel there’s no paradox (x)
note to self don’t think about your otp curled up together in bed, legs and arms all tangled together between blankets to fight off the cold and listening to the sound of rain and each other’s breathing, faces buried in tangles of hair or against the other’s chest/neck and pressing little kisses against their cheek or their shoulder or their neck and mumbling about how lucky they are to have the other because you will get feelings and then cry
