John Watson

"Two years... It's been /two years/." A slight chuckle, and then, "Feels like just yesterday he came up behind me in that bar."

He should start this now, right? Right? Oh God. So much planning, and now the moment's finally /here/. Okay. It's okay. He can do this.

"He's always two steps ahead of me," (no, not because he's so short, how dARE YOU--), "but not this time. I'm gonna pull it off this year."

It's not a question; of /course/ Sherlock doesn't like his birthday. But hey, he can never say no to his John, can he? Guess we'll see.

"Well. Maybe not." He chuckles a little, but it's more of a breathy huff than a laugh. "He... doesn't exactly /like/ his birthday. Does he."

"Think I'm the only person who could throw together a surprise party for Sherlock's birthday and get away with it."

"...God, it's. It's been a while, hasn't it? I guess if anything was gonna bring me back here, it'd be this."

[Text: @WaitedInAGarden] Good! Because we've started planning. Might be next month. Not sure yet. Definitely spring wedding, though.

//Writing a really important thing. I can't put this off anymore. I'll be back as soon as I'm done. Sorry, lovelies. #DMsOnly

#UpdatedBio @221BBakerSt_

//My Johnlock feels are unreal right now. Jesus. Okay.

//I guess maybe this is why Honeybee thought I was a good John a year ago. ^^;;;;

//That last line of my reply was so perfect, though, can we just.

//Wow I just read it again and I'm even more proud of it than I already was. Maybe I'm better at writing John than I thought.

//I think it's safe to say my muse is back after /that/ reply.

//That might be the best thing I've ever written for John. Oh my God, I'm so proud of it.