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    because of course, the end of june is the best time for a may wrap up 🥴 LMAO i absolutely lost track of time and procrastinated my may reading list a whole entire month. ahem. however! i seem to have read an awful lot during may, so there will be two parts to the list. hopefully that makes up for the tardiness. i hope y’all had a fun, relaxing may. times are weird and stressful and scary as of right now, especially for our friends in america. i’m thinking of all of you who are having a tough time, america and beyond 💖 all i can offer you is an open inbox and an empathetic ear. and, of course, fic recs. it’s not much, but maybe something on here could provide an escape, even if for a moment.

    key: blue: reread 💌 majorly or in part epistolary • unilock

    spotlight rec

    Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by Anonymous (17k, M)

    John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

    this fic takes an approach to the john/mary relationship and how it came about in a way that was absolutely novel to me. instead of the dramatics of canon, this fic boils the john-mary-sherlock situation down to its basics. john enters a long term relationship with mary while sherlock pines in silence. Let’s Make a Bed starts out with john and mary’s breakup, and tells us the heartwarming, utterly sweet story of how sherlock takes care of john in the aftermath of it all. one of the things that i sincerely appreciated about this fic is how sherlock’s care towards john was never wholly motivated by his own romantic attachment to john, but also because of the friendship they shared. sherlock loves john here immensely, but he’s also his best friend. there are some moments of hilarity that will make you laugh in delight (the way sherlock got his back on mary!😂) and heart-touching moments of tenderness too. the moment of realisation is just the sweetest thing ever and absolutely made me melt. the angst and pining here is the kind that makes your heart ache, but not in an entirely bad way.

    Mathematical Proof series by Bitenomnom (108k, 50 works, complete)

    i’m also going to spotlight Bitenomnom’s delightfully diverse series, Mathematical Proof. (haven’t added a link here because i can’t add more links to this post and i absolutely refuse to reformat the whole thing. Bitenomnom has been linked in the list below, right next to the fics i’ve read from the Mathematical Proof series). it mostly consists of one-shots, although some are connected to each other, and every story is based on some mathematical principle or the other that the author found intriguing at the time. i just thought that the idea of applying mathematical theories to johnlock was (a) incredibly inventive and unique and (b) very impressive. also, just generally, it’s clear from the stories and the author’s notes that the author has a genuine passion for math and i love to see how they use johnlock as an interpretive medium. for anyone who (like me) is not a mathematician of any order; worry not! you don’t actually need to have a thorough understanding of advanced math to enjoy these fics. and for those who are curious to learn more, the author explains the mathematical principle being used in great detail before the start of every fic.

    bite sized (5k and less)

    nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands by miss_frankenstein (3k, teen)

    “Will you need fresh socks?”

    Sherlock’s voice immediately brings John back to the present. “What?”

    Sherlock gestures irritably to the wet socks clutched in John’s hand. “Socks,” he says again sharply because he hates repeating himself, “Will you need fresh socks?”

    A post-S3 piece in which John and Sherlock finally confront their feelings for each other - as only they would do - in the pouring rain.

    softly, softly by threadoflife (1k, G)

    They were back to grinning at each other, embarrassingly enough: a whole five seconds of terrifying delight. John wanted to reach out and smooth his thumb over the screen, behind which Sherlock’s face was locked. It was a bit pixelled, now, the connection likely slowing down. Christ, John wanted to be there with him; or he wanted Sherlock here; it didn’t really matter. He just wanted Sherlock, location be damned.

    Fuck. Fuck, he had it bad.

    Don’t Cry Sweet Honeybee by Musings_o (4k, unrated)

    Sherlock Holmes and John Watson go through years of love, separation, and heartache.

    Though the pain is worth it, worth being reunited once more.

    EMERGENCY CONTACT: Sherlock Holmes, RELATIONSHIP: n/a by @blueink3 (5k,M)

    The first time John Watson’s emergency contact is called is the first time Sherlock Holmes finds out that he has the job.

    and as the seasons change, i love you more by teatrolley (3k, unrated)

    “I love you,” John murmurs when he pulls back, panting and with pink cheeks.

    “Mm,” Sherlock says, because after four years of being together they can joke about it. Why?”

    “Don’t fish for compliments,” John says, but he kisses Sherlock again, softly this time.

    Later, when Sherlock goes to the bathroom, he finds a sticky note on the mirror saying “Because you make my chest feel like it’s on fire, but in the good way.”

    _________________

    A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially

    Let Go by thisisforyou (2k, G)

    In the end, separating John's things from Sherlock's in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn't want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

    Improbable Remains by tamed_untranslatable (3k, teen)

    “So we, um.” His left hand clenched at his side underneath the table. "We probably shouldn’t bring this back to London, then."

    "No, quite right.” Sherlock nodded.

    “I mean, I don’t want to ruin…” The uncertainty had returned to John’s eyes as he looked back at Sherlock.

    “No, absolutely not,” Sherlock agreed, and now he was beginning to feel some of that relief, too. Wherever he may have imagined this would lead, he knew that he couldn’t bear to lose John’s friendship. “It can just be something for Dartmoor, then."

    "Right, yeah. Just a Dartmoor thing.” John nodded.

    Two Words by stopthat (1k, teen)

    I reach out and let my palm fall to his shoulder.
    I think, finally, the time for this has co
    me.

    Of Velvet and Silk, Cotton and Cashmere by cwb (2k, E)

    Vignettes of Sherlock at different ages, what he loved, what he lost, and how John gave it back.

    Still, With Hearts Beating by @finamour (2k, E)

    John already knows the sound of Sherlock’s heartbeat. He’s become familiar with his breathing patterns, the way they grow quicker and more shallow as the two of them run through the streets of London. He has, in a passing manner, come to know Sherlock’s scent; the colour of his skin in the dim light of the alleyway; the way his hair grows matted and sweaty against the nape of his neck on a warm July night.

    But he has never been pressed up against Sherlock like this, the rise and fall of his breath pushing into his own body through their thin summer clothes. Until now, he has never been fully immersed in his scent, felt his hair softly brushing his face, the thrumming of Sherlock’s heart against his own chest.

    Too Much by belovedmuerto (567, teen)

    Sometimes, it's too much for John.

    Tangential by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    “You know, for being married, you and your Work seem to have a pretty on-again, off-again relationship."

    "Yes. I’d say it’s grounds for divorce, wouldn’t you?”

    “If it’d mean less collateral damage to the flat, I’m all for it.” He pulled up the newspaper and had a glance over it. “But you do strike me as a bit of a kept man. Hope you’ve got a secret lover ready to snatch you up and take care of you.”

    Sherlock could have said, “I might, if you’d like to keep me.” But instead, he asked, “Do you have any opinions on bees?”

    ...In which John stitches up Sherlock's head (but not really), Sherlock comes into John's room at night to take his laptop (but not really), Sherlock is married to his Work (but not really), and John is more than proficient at keeping Sherlock (really, definitely).

    Latent Variable by Bitenomnom (3k, unrated)

    “John,” he pulled himself into a sitting position to face John. “How many times have you seen me eat outside this flat?”

    John leaned back thoughtfully. “Well, I…” He tilted his head. “Huh.” John scooted forward in his chair, leaning over his knees to look Sherlock in the eye. “Why?”

    “It’s more comfortable.”

    “Is that it? You starved yourself of a nice hot dinner at Angelo’s so that you could sit on the sofa while you eat?”

    “That’s not it.”

    Sherlock never eats at restaurants when he and John go out -- not even when he's not on a case.

    Nested Dichotomy by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    Water dripped from the ceiling.

    Water dripped from the ceiling insofar as that water dripped from the ceiling tiles, which were located in pieces on the floor.

    Sherlock stood, brushing dust from himself, brushing the ceiling from himself, and looked beneath him and saw his own unconscious—no, dead—body, on the ceiling.

    Rewind.

    The ceiling gathered back together, coagulated thirty feet above him, spat water back out into the pool as it gathered up tendrils of itself back into the depths.

    John supposed this wasn’t a surprising night for Sherlock’s mind to conjure up something horrific. John hadn’t gone to sleep, for similar reasons—had just laid in bed, reading, until Sherlock barged in.

    Remodeling by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    “There’s no way you tapped my arm.” “Why wouldn’t there be?” “Because you’ve never touched me.” Sherlock studied him for a moment more before gasping in an, “Oh.” “What?” “While you were deleting some contents of your brain, you were also deleting any sensory input associated with the process.” “Meaning…” Meaning that according to your brain, we have never made physical contact.”

    Paired Comparison Experiment Notes, Trials 1-24 by Bitenomnom (1k, unrated)

    Trial 4: Subject extremely confused by sudden commencement of dirty talk after innocent game of footsie at breakfast, splashes tea on experimenter, refuses to specify preference.

    Trial 14: Subject prefers handshake to pinching of arse, does not applaud experimenter’s creativity in utilizing organic situations to their fullest potential by coordinating handshaking procedure for magazine photograph with opportunity to test against buttocks-pinching variable. Quote, “Stop pinching my arse, Sherlock!” followed by, quote, “Please don’t print that in the interview.”

    The Paired Comparison Model by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    Today, a mysterious chart appeared on the refrigerator of 221B. John is reasonably certain that Sherlock is not planning on calling for volunteers to come knocking at 221B for some variety of sexual experimentation, although that is very much what the chart on the refrigerator seems to suggest. He is also reasonably certain, however, that whatever it is, it must not involve Sherlock, because the chart on the refrigerator lists quite a few things that John doesn’t imagine Sherlock would ever do of his own free will. The real question, then—which John poses to Sherlock after several moments’ silence—is, “When’s the orgy?”

    Successive Over-Relaxation by Bitenomnom (1k, unrated)

    “Oh, give them here, you git,” is what John says to Sherlock as Sherlock rubs at his feet in the most histrionic fashion possible. Sherlock quirks an eyebrow at John. “Yes, right, you heard me, put your feet up here and let me rub them; you’re doing a bloody awful job of it.”

    Visual Verification by Bitenomnom (2k, E)

    John pulled Sherlock’s face down and leaned heavier against him to whisper in his ear. “I said scientific rigor,” John told him. I meant a demonstration, not a discussion over whether bloody Scotland Yard was going to figure out the meaning of your convoluted description.”

    The Postal Problem by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    On Sherlock's nineteenth consecutive day of temporarily being a postman, John finally sends his letter to his girlfriend. Well, not quite the letter he originally intended to send.

    The Cost of Decreased Variance by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    Sherlock had awoken wondering whose things were in 221B; clearly, they were John Watson’s. Clearly, John Watson was his flatmate. And clearly, for some reason, every single night, Sherlock deleted him.

    The Genetic Algorithm by Bitenomnom (3k, unrated)

    Some problems defy the usage of cold, clean-cut linear logic. It is impossible to devise a way to take steps that ultimately lead exactly to an optimal answer. Sherlock believes John Watson is one of those problems.

    Fuzzy Measures by Bitenomnom (2k, unrated)

    “Honestly, John? ‘The Navel Treatment'?” “You can call it whatever you want on your blog,” John glanced up from his laptop to Sherlock, who was watching him type about the case over his shoulder. “I didn’t think you were really going to give it that title.” “You knew I was going to, Sherlock. You know how I run my blog.” “Yes: stupidly.” “And,” John pointedly ignored this comment, “it’s not my fault you found the crucial evidence in the victim’s belly button. It was lint, Sherlock. I don’t exactly have a lot to work with.” “You could try not titling your entries with terrible puns.”

    The Transposable Choquet Integral by Bitenomnom (1k, unrated)

    “Oh,” Sherlock said, tracing his fingers over John’s stomach. “Nothing at all like the data I had been testing.” John rolled his eyes. “You know, Sherlock, I seriously doubt my body hair is terribly different from any other bloke’s.” “Wouldn’t know,” Sherlock said.

    Fixed Points by Bitenomnom (532, unrated)

    The Fixed Point Method of estimating roots involves employing an algorithm until the input is roughly equal to the output. Sherlock and John's arguments work in much the same way.

    A Penalty for Profusion by Bitenomnom (1k, unrated)

    "Did you really think I was born knowing how to identify a zoologist by her fingernails and cutlery?" "No, of course not." John considered turning away for the imminent lecture. "I practiced," Sherlock reiterated instead. "Of course I didn’t always immediately know what to look for."

    Variance by Bitenomnom (797, unrated)

    “It’s actually two point nine.” “What?” “Meters. That you stay from me, all the time. Well—since you punched me, anyway.” “Oh. I hadn’t really put that much thought into it.” “How very homoscedastic of you.”

    Type III by Bitenomnom (1k, unrated)

    It had been, by Sherlock’s estimate (he could not tell precisely—shades drawn, so amount of light outside and therefore time of day unknown, extended amounts of sleep disorienting) sixteen days since John had returned. Seventeen was also a distinct possibility. His mobile was nowhere to be found. John was asleep beside him: that was exactly where John was supposed to be. John had returned and everything was right again.

    Parallel by Bitenomnom (3k, unrated)

    While John and Sherlock were apart (apart for years, this time, years and years and years even with both in London, apart but for the occasional visits, ever less personal) they were not so different. Sherlock still solved crimes. He pretended to shoot holes in the wall. It was better this way. \\ John pretended to shoot holes in the wall. Things hadn’t changed so much. He still solved cases with Sherlock, sometimes. He pretended to shoot holes in the wall. It was better this way.

    Interaction by Bitenomnom (4k, unrated)

    The last time he had seen Sherlock was three years ago—completely by accident. Sherlock hadn’t come to Mary’s funeral, but that was no surprise; John had seen him a few days afterward, but not since then, not until this time. John, fourteen years after leaving Baker Street, looks back on his relationship with Sherlock, on his marriage, and on his unshakable loneliness. Goes with Touching.

    Touching by Bitenomnom (3k, unrated)

    He and John fell in love eighteen years ago. It fell apart quickly. It fell apart suddenly. It fell apart sixteen years ago. But they were still flatmates, and they still solved crimes, and nothing changed. Nothing changed sixteen years ago, just the details, just the important little details. Sherlock was no longer allowed to sleep in bed with John, or run his fingers through John’s hair or breathe on his collarbone or nip at his nose or sleep with his face buried in a discarded jumper or lay his head in John’s lap while they watched John’s action and sci-fi movies. Everything changed fourteen years ago, though. Everything.

    Fifteen Years by Bitenomnom (1k, unrated)

    A lot changes in fifteen years -- and a lot doesn't. Fifteen years before Baskerville, John wanted a dog. Fifteen years before Sherlock was in court, Sherlock was in court. Fifteen years before John met Sherlock, John wasn't interested in the violin. Fifteen years before he met Irene Adler, someone asked Sherlock out for dinner. Fifteen years before Sherlock kissed John, Sherlock kissed John.

    Five Times Sherlock gave John a Pebble and One Time John Returned the Gesture by grimmfairy (1k, unrated)

    Written for a prompt by navydream on tumblr: So penguins bring rocks to their mates and Sherlock somehow fond out about this… and suddenly, John starts finding all sorts of pebbles, starting from the ordinary to a rare moon stone. Sherlock isn't good with words, so he decides to tell John his feelings the way penguins do, by bringing him pebbles with different meanings. John catches on.

    God's Own Country by halloa_what_is_this (4k, teen)

    Road trip through nowhere, everywhere, anywhere.

    Bitter Nights Turned Sweet by Hyliare (4k, teen)

    Christ, Sherlock, what’s happened?”
    The detective’s eyes are red-rimmed, blown wide to combat the urge to squint (a measure to preserve Sherlock’s dignity, John is certain—at least what dignity is left). His hair is more than messy, it’s littered with tiny knots all along the lines of his temples. He’s clean, at least, so he must have showered, but the hem on the bottom of his vest is parti
    ally unravelled.
    “Sherlock—”
    “Nothing’s
    happened. I’m just tired.”
    Sherlock has always had trouble sleeping; he hasn't always had someon
    e in his life willing to help.

    Two To Tango (The Cold Hands, Warm Heart Remix) by igrockspock (1k, teen)

    When John is wounded while pursuing a suspect, Sherlock refuses to leave his side.

    When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (4k, teen)

    The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

    short fics (5k-15k)

    holding steady by @watsonshoneybee (12k, E)

    Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing.

    *

    John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

    EMERGENCY CONTACT: John Watson, RELATIONSHIP: Saint by @blueink3 (6k, M)

    The first time Sherlock Holmes realizes he needs an emergency contact is the first time he mentally appoints John Watson with the job.

    John, of course, does not know this and neither does the local hospital.

    Their Great Reward by @the-pen-pot (10k, teen)

    Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember. (John and Sherlock pre-slash to slash fluff)

    The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (9k, E)

    What it says on the tin: John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game.

    Of course it's for a case.

    Of course it doesn't stay that way.

    The Fundamental Things Apply by @raina-at (6k, M)

    "Kisses that are easily obtained are easily forgotten." - Proverb

    Nestled between head and heart by @blogstandbygo (8k, teen)

    A series of vignettes about Sherlock Holmes's lifelong relationship with his violin.

    Strong at the Broken Places by @blueink3 (10k, M)

    They dated for ten months during Sherlock's first year of uni and John's last before the latter went off to fight someone else's war.
    When they meet again two-and-a-half years later, John's gained a scar in his shoulder and a limp he can't seem to shake.
    Sherlock's gained a new boyfriend and bruises he can't seem to explain away.

    I Need You To See Me by Mssmithlove (12k, E)

    After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he's spent being Sherlock Holmes' partner and husband.

    The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by @raina-at (7k, E)

    Sherlock is back from the dead. Now all he has to do is get back his Blogger.

    A Bump in the Road by BakerTumblings (10k, teen)

    Now and again, something will happen that rocks their collective world. Sometimes it concerns about healthy living, a wise behaviour choice, their London community, body parts in the fridge, a career path, an event in the life of one of their friends.
    

    And sometimes it's more personal, and the bump in the road can be not only a surprise, but possibly serious.

    I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (7k, E)

    Back at the flat Sherlock threw himself down on the couch, limbs akimbo, throat bared, one wrist placed strategically over his furrowed brow. He moaned, but not too loudly, just under the threshold of noticeably dramatic. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt with his other hand, making sure that John had plenty of chest to explore. Exploration was good. Exploration was highly encouraged.

    mid length (16k-50k)

    The Way to a Man’s Heart by @swissmissing (21k, teen)

    When Greg asks Sherlock to be his best man, the past returns in an unexpected way, confronting Sherlock and John with the need to define what they are to each other. Set about a year after series 3.

    Letters From Sussex by @sussexbound (32k, E)

    In the wake of the Mary/Moriarty affair, John and Sherlock have fallen out, and are living apart. But Sherlock isn't content with this state of affairs--not one bit. He's tired of dancing around the obvious. The wooing of John Watson starts now!

    Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (30k, E)

    “You love your mother, Sherlock?”

    John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.

    “Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

    The Wisteria Tree by @silentauroriamthereal (29k, E)

    Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

    Just a Touch of Lips by Salambo06 (21k, E)

    Two weeks ago, Sherlock kissed a blindfolded John Watson, captain of the Rugby Team, during an university event and left before he could see his face.
    Neither have been able to think about anything else since.
    When Mike mentions a certain student in his Chemistry class who could help John find his mysterious kisser, they both find themselves in a situation they hadn't expected.

    Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (24k, E)

    Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.
    --
    --
    Sherlock’s head snapped to the right, where he fixed his gaze upon the rather unexpected development that was a man standing in their kitchen wearing nothing but his pants and a t-shir
    t. …Unexpected…was this unexpected? Shortly after meeting him, Sherlock had easily deduced that John was not uninterested in men sexually. This was something that John was at least mildly conflicted about and overcompensated for constantly. It was likely that he’d experimented with this interest at least once in the not too distant past, although this was one point on which Sherlock was chronically uncertain. And Sherlock hated being uncertain.

    long fics (50k and above)

    The Thing Is by TSylvestris (56k, E)

    The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed.

    Writing Tips

    Descriptions in Between Dialogue

    ⤠ how characters interact with the environment

    ⇝ moving something, picking something up, looking somewhere

    ⤠ how the environment interacts with the characters

    ⇝ weather, other character’s actions or movements

    ⤠ gestures

    ⇝ facial expressions, body language

    ⤠ shifts in position

    ⇝ standing, sitting, leaning, shifting weight, crossing arms/legs

    ⤠ physical reactions

    ⇝ body temperature, fidgeting, heart rate, character quirks

    ⤠ environmental descriptions

    ⇝ descriptions using the five senses, setting, character’s appearances

    ⤠ internal dialogue

    ⇝ emotional reaction to what was said, reflection of past experiences, connections to other characters/settings/actions

    ➵ I want to reiterate… descriptions using the five senses ; when in doubt, think of the five senses your character is experiencing and pick what best moves the story forward

    totallyfubar

    The reason the work you’ve done on how you feel doesn’t seem like it’s working is because you need to do it until it works. It’s never been “this strategy will pull you up” it’s always been “here’s something you can do that will END with you getting out of that hole” the climbing still hurts and the being underground still hurts but that doesn’t mean it’s not working

    totallyfubar

    *doing laundry* “this doesn’t feel better

    *cooking meals* this doesn’t feel better

    *exercising* this doesn’t feel better

    *making art* this doesn’t feel better

    *cleaning the apartment* this doesn’t feel better

    *somewhere months or years down the line*

    holy shit

    awed-frog

    Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.

    Jacob Riis

      “John, I’m sorry, I really am, I didn’t-”

      “No, you didn’t think, you didn’t consider anything, Sherlock, just like you always do.”

      It had been a heated argument between them, Sherlock interrupting yet another date but this time not because he was bored or just wanting to bother John, even though that’s how the doctor saw it, it was because Sherlock missed his company. At the moment, the consulting detective was trying to explain that he just wanted John to be around so he could have someone to talk to, but John was blowing it out of proportion, though rightly so considering their track record and Sherlock interrupting his dates.

      “Please, just allow me to explain myself-”

      “I don’t want to hear it, okay? I’m done with your excuses-”

      “I missed you!” Sherlock bursted,”I have been alone in this flat for two weeks, you get back and not even 15 hours later, you’re leaving again for a date! I know I’m not the best company, and I know you don’t have an obligation to be around here with me, but for once, I would like for someone to account for how I’m doing.”

      Sherlock’s sudden outburst rendered John nearly speechless,”You… missed me.”

      “Yes, John, I missed you, your presence, knowing you’re in the background, and that you’re just… there. I was alone for the two weeks you were at that conference, nobody came by, Mrs. H is okay company, but she can only do so much. Lestrade had no cases, never even texted, Molly hasn’t talked to me, I haven’t opened the doors to clients. I’ve just been… here.”

      “Christ Sherlock, I’m sorry... I didn’t realise how lonely you were. I thought you liked it, beling left to your own devices.”

      “Sure, it was nice for the first couple of days, but it became dreadful all too fast,”He rubbed the back of his head,”In hindsight, maybe disturbing your date wasn’t the best way to express this, but I meant well.”

      John uncrossed his arms and let them hang at his sides,”Stand up.”

     “Wha-”

      “Stand up, Sherlock, please?” He gave him his best puppy eyes.

      Reluctantly, the taller man stood in front of John. The doctor stepped a little closer, then pulled his friend into a hug. Sherlock was hesitant to return it at first, but soon wrapped his arms around John in kind.

      “I’m sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration Sherlock,”He apologised, muffled by the taller man’s suit jacket,”Just, let me know that you’re lonely next time instead of saying ‘I require your presence immediately, leave that boring date’ okay?”

      “Right, okay,”Sherlock squeezed one more time before letting go and backing up,”Thank you, for understanding.”

      “Of course Sherlock, despite what you say, you are human, flesh, blood, feelings, all the gross inner workings,”He joked,”You know what? No more dates or interruptions for the next few weeks. Just me and you, no matter how bloody annoyed you get.”

      “You don’t have to John-”

      “No, let me, you’re my best friend and I’ve abandoned you one too many times,”John smiled,”I’d like to make that up.”

      “I- okay, yeah, that sounds nice.”