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ikolism:

steve, bucky and sam going out for early-morning jogs. every time steve and bucky pass sam, they yell “ON YOUR LEFT” and “ON YOUR RIGHT” respectively. sam gets increasingly frustrated. but after a while, steve and bucky realise they haven’t passed sam again, and he’s nowhere to be seen. and they start to get worried, fearing the worst, until suddenly they hear a shout “ON YOUR ABOVE, ASSHOLES” as sam swoops overhead, leaving them behind

What if Sherlock had taken just a little bit longer to get John out of the fire and he had suffocated in the smoke. Sherlock gets him out but he’s not breathing, so he starts trying to resuscitate him. John regains consciousness, but in his delirious state he turns the mouth to mouth resuscitation into a deep kiss. Sherlock is shocked, but so relieved he just holds Johns face and smiles into the kiss. Nobody realizes what’s happening though. This moment, though John might not remember it once he recovers, is private and just between the two of them and Sherlock will never forget it for as long as he lives.

the-whispering-loki

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"John, you should really take Sherlock out for dinner some time. All that running around from crime scene to crime scene can’t be very romantic. Sherlock could get lonely if you don’t go on a real date once in a while." Mrs Hudson said as she prepared a fresh pot of tea.
“Oh good lord, Mrs Hudson. I’ve told you a thousand times, Sherlocks not my boyfriend!” John snapped. It was like this every morning before Sherlock got up. 
“Well not for long, with that attitude!” she replied indignantly.
“Sherlock is not and has never been my boyfriend! I’m not even gay!” John said as loudly as he could risk without waking Sherlock up. 
“What?! Has he not even asked you out yet? Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move. I have some lovely chocolate roses if you want to ask him tonight.” Mrs Hudson said with a giggle.
“NOT. Gay.” John insisted, irritation thick in his tone.
“You keep saying that dear and Sherlock might start believing it. Then he really WON’T ask you!” she said, pouring them both a cup.
“God, lets hope he never asks me.” John said, despite Mrs Hudsons look of disapproval. He of course didn’t say out loud why he hoped Sherlock never made a move on him. Its not that John would dislike him if he did, much the opposite really. Its just, at this point John didn’t think he could bring himself to say no. He’d been fighting it sense the day they met, but Sherlock was really the best thing that could have happened to him after the war. If what he felt for his best friend wasn’t love, well, there wasn’t really any other explanation for it. Even a master of denial like him could only put off the obvious for so long.
John must have zoned out, because when he looked up from his tea, Mrs Hudson was giving him the most sympathetic look. John cleared his throat and stood to rinse his now empty mug. When he’d finished he turned to see a half asleep Sherlock had stolen his chair at the table. With a final smile and raised eyebrow in his direction, Mrs Hudson excused herself and left John and Sherlock to their breakfast.

"John, you should really take Sherlock out for dinner some time. All that running around from crime scene to crime scene can’t be very romantic. Sherlock could get lonely if you don’t go on a real date once in a while." Mrs Hudson said as she prepared a fresh pot of tea.
“Oh good lord, Mrs Hudson. I’ve told you a thousand times, Sherlocks not my boyfriend!” John snapped. It was like this every morning before Sherlock got up.
“Well not for long, with that attitude!” she replied indignantly.
“Sherlock is not and has never been my boyfriend! I’m not even gay!” John said as loudly as he could risk without waking Sherlock up.
“What?! Has he not even asked you out yet? Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move. I have some lovely chocolate roses if you want to ask him tonight.” Mrs Hudson said with a giggle.
“NOT. Gay.” John insisted, irritation thick in his tone.
“You keep saying that dear and Sherlock might start believing it. Then he really WON’T ask you!” she said, pouring them both a cup.
“God, lets hope he never asks me.” John said, despite Mrs Hudsons look of disapproval. He of course didn’t say out loud why he hoped Sherlock never made a move on him. Its not that John would dislike him if he did, much the opposite really. Its just, at this point John didn’t think he could bring himself to say no. He’d been fighting it sense the day they met, but Sherlock was really the best thing that could have happened to him after the war. If what he felt for his best friend wasn’t love, well, there wasn’t really any other explanation for it. Even a master of denial like him could only put off the obvious for so long.
John must have zoned out, because when he looked up from his tea, Mrs Hudson was giving him the most sympathetic look. John cleared his throat and stood to rinse his now empty mug. When he’d finished he turned to see a half asleep Sherlock had stolen his chair at the table. With a final smile and raised eyebrow in his direction, Mrs Hudson excused herself and left John and Sherlock to their breakfast.