Imagine John trying to get in shape in order to keep up with Sherlock. Doing crunches and push ups on his bedroom floor. Installing a pull up bar in his closet. Going on long runs, eating better, getting all trim and fit and Sherlock says nothing because he both enjoys John right at his side during a chase and seeing John sweaty and pink cheeked and energetic and a little more cut and Sherlock also appreciates what it’s doing for John’s butt.
I saw two dudes hanging out with the trading cards while my family and I were checking out.
They were hovering very close together, whispering things to each other and giving toothy grins, hearts in their eyes.
And it was at this moment that one of them looked at me and saw me staring. Now, I live in Alabama and am standing in a Walmart with my two daughters and lumberjack looking husband, STARING THE FUCK at these two guys, and the poor dude just kinda looks away and side steps away from the other guy.
THE POOR BASTARD THOUGHT I WAS JUDGING THEM BUT I WAS REALLY JUST SHIPPING THEM SO, SO HARD. Like you have no idea. I don’t know if they were together or not, but I had zoned out and was waiting to see if they kissed, because if TWO MEN CAN KISS IN THE MIDDLE OF A WALMART IN FUCKING THOMASVILLE ALABAMAI would have probably passed out from the feels and I could have died happy.
But no, I had to be a creep.
I think my shipping habits have taken a sharp turn towards inappropriate. I should probably do something about that.
Hahaha, we saw the setlock scene where John and Sherlock are hurrying to that carriage and Sherlock calls him by his first name, right?
How weird (and awesome) would it be if this really was just by accident???
In the heat of the moment John probably wouldn’t care, but then, sitting inside the carriage, Sherlock would probably continue brabbling about the case and John sitting there “You have a girlfriend”-HLV-style doing the eye shifty thing and suddenly burst out, “… Did you just call me ‘John’?” And Sherlock would have the shock of his life, stammering, and John sitting there, bewildered but also a bit amused, avoiding eye contact, “No… it’s fine. S-Sherlock.” And Sherlock suddenly dead silent just nods and they sit there not knowing how to handle what just has happened, but also neither of them being mad about it.