~ Falling Away With You ~ Sherlock - w/ reader insert

“And this is why you are my...friend, John; you never fail to amuse me with your ‘tactical thinking’

You didn’t really think I’d text you about an actual emergency? I’m beginning to think you’ve been slacking off while I’ve been off pretending to be dead for two years” Sherlock mocked him playfully. He proceeded to walk towards where the window was placed; before opening it and shouting out.

“I APOLOGISE FOR MY COMPANIONS MISTAKE, HE’S NOT ONE TO THINK ABOUT WHAT I SAY, HE HAD CANCELLED THOSE ORDERS SO STOP SHINING YOUR LIGHT INTO MY ROOM THANK YOU.” Sherlock finished.

Striding over, he pulled up the collar on his navy blue night gown before sitting back down; sipping his tea in the process. John was almost stuck where he first stood, incapable of moving it seemed.

“Sherlock-“John finally got under way, his eyes squinting, slightly perplexed.

“...What ‘wedding’ are you talking about?”

Realisation struck him. His eyes widened, the ice blue iris stood out as his pupils constricted in embarrassment. Baby pink shaded lips were pouted into the cup he sipped from. He forgot to tell John. Quiet slurps of tea were all to be heard from this detective.

“Sherlock...Are you going to a wedding and not told me? No, that’s not the case. There’s something more isn’t there? There’s always something more when you’re involved” A quick adjustment of Sherlock’s seating position annoyed an already confused John.

“Will you tell me already? What are you hiding, mhm?  Some sort-- some sort of little secret from your ‘friend John’? Is Sherlock Holmes scared?—“

“I am not scared.” He interrupted “I am merely...thinking of a way to tell you”

“Tell me what exactly?” John asked. He walked over to the sofa where Sherlock rested and sat by him.

“What is it you need to tell me? I’m not fooling about Holmes” John was almost acting fatherly towards him; demanding this information was as though you were trying to convince your child to hand over a toy they took without asking.

“I’m engaged John.” Sherlock spat out.

Silence. No other words were spoken for minutes, minutes that felt like painful hours. As John awed at this, Holmes blinked every so often; looking upwards at the ceiling as to not make direct eye contact with the Doctor.

“You’re....engaged” Watson eventually let out with a breath of air.

“Why...and HOW, are you engaged?”

“Well typically a proposal is made, therefore you are rightfully enga—“

“No sh*t Sherlock, of course I know how you get engaged, but how? How did you get engaged? I never even knew you were in a relationship! I’ve only been married for what...almost a year? And you’ve been seeing someone and didn’t tell me?” The Doctor questioned unbalanced at the thought.

“I wouldn’t put it as though we were in a relationship. I prefer thinking it as a connection that is linked between us both that would soon be a kinship. Dauntingly, I seem to have an affinity for her...”

“So it’s a ‘her’? Thank god, that means I don’t have to make sure you don’t have gay feelings for me” John playfully taunted.

“Oh I do have feelings for you John, but I am not homosexual and knowing by my dress sense- it being classy, cotton made and good expense- I would not have the qualities of a, say; ‘Gay Man’”