the proposal meme

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The Proposal Meme

We've see it everywhere. Rings inside pokeballs, in cakes, in drinks, during baseball games and more. This meme pinpoints on some of the more interesting (and really adorable!) ways to tell someone you want to spend the rest of your life with them!

Rules:

1. Comment with your character.
2. Someone responds, picking a number from 1 to 8,

Comments

3. Can be a oneshot. You can't do this and expect me not to tag. Your fault.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John hadn't planed some big, fancy night out. There was nothing remotely romantic about the Chinese take-out food they'd brought back to the flat. It was just another regular night in. At the very least, Sherlock they had recently solved an exciting case that had very nearly ended in both getting shot. Again.

But they knew the owner and workers at this particular Chinese place quite well, by now. It had only been too easy for the doctor to get them to slip an extra-special fortune into a fortune cookie for them. He never really had forgotten what they'd discussed amid giggles and grins right after John had shot a man for Sherlock. That's when it had all began, after all, to be honest.

This wasn't a decision he'd come to lightly but... well, now seemed as good a time as ever. He still might have been slightly more giddy/boyishly nervous than usual that evening, however. ]

Let's see how good your skills of deduction are tonight. Bet you can't predict what your fortune's going to say, Sherlock.

Pffftt. Guilty. >:D

[deducing_freak]

[It was obvious. To him anyway. Something was up. Sherlock may not have been onto it at first, when John had suggested they go for take-out that night. That much was pretty normal. Though the doctor did seem a little more cheery then usual, often catching a glimpse of him just smiling out of nowhere. Not that it was too out of the ordinary for him of course, it was just a little more then usual. Never the less, Sherlock didn't put too much thought into it, assuming his doctor was still riding the thrill of them not getting killed just the other night.]

Hm?

[Sherlock was sitting on the couch, leaned back with one leg crossed over the other when he looked up. He was demonstrating the perfect form when it came to the art of using chopsticks. It was amazing ho so many people did it wrong.] We do this every time we get take out.

[But that doesn't mean he's going to turn down a challenge. The detective sets his rice aside and picks up the cookie. Already, he senses something is amiss as he glances to John curiously.] There's only one

Sitting down to do tags, now, promise!

[mightbeblogging]

[ Sherlock did know John too well. In his defense, the doctor had tried to play his anxiousness down a bit, but it wasn't every day you asked your best mate to marry you. Oh, they were much more than that, of course, but even the term 'boyfriend' didn't truly describe what the detective was to him, anyway. It went beyond that... hence, the proposal.

John looked up from the eggroll his was finishing, brow raised innocently. No, he hadn't been using his chop sticks. It wasn't that he was complete rubbish with them, but not, he wasn't nearly as good as Sherlock, and they just bloody took too long sometimes. ]

Is there? Suppose they must have forgotten to give us another. Or it fell out, or something. [ He shrugged casually. ] Its fine, have at it. I'm not particularly fond of them, anyway.

[deducing_freak]

[He still couldn't help his suspicion even despite John's reasoning. They had ordered from his favorite Chinese place, it was his favorite because they never screwed up his orders and well... they normally only charged him half price and threw in extra eggrolls. But John did have a valid point, he never did care for the flavorless sugar cookies anyway so the detective would just help himself then.]

Hmm, well the last few I've gotten have all been more on the positive side... I'll say this has the probability to be more foreboding. [His so-called predicting wasn't so much based on any supernatural ability as it was purely done by mathematics. Ratios and probability of the outcome aided him in this process but admittedly he wasn't always correct, like in this case. Cracking open the cookie and slipped the little piece of paper.]

Will you... [Sherlock paused, looking genuinely confused as he sort of just tilted his head a bit, arching a brow in question.] ..marry me?

[The dark haired man would immediately turn to look over at John.

OMG NOTIFS WHY, DAMN YOU!!

[mightbeblogging]

[ John just smirks a bit when Sherlock deduces the probability of this fortune being foreboding. He's sitting forward, hands clasped on his knees, trying not to look as anxious and jumpy as he feels. His eyes never leave Sherlock's face as he finally cracks open the cookie and reads that fortune. He wants to know what the other is thinking and feeling. Was this a bad idea? ]

Just a bit on the foreboding side then, I suppose. [ He chuckled quietly, making a little joke out of it, before clearing his throat lightly. No, he wasn't going to get down on one knee. Romantic sap or not, that was taking it just a bit too far in his opinion because it just didn't fit who they were. ]

Its just an idea, really, but Sherlock... I'm never going to meet someone as amazing, impossibly insufferable, and somehow incredibly perfect for me as you are. I've already decided I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, whether you like it or not. [ A softer smile. ] I love you. I will marry you, if you'll have me... but we don't have to put that label

OMFG INORITE?!

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock had attempted to say something at first, the initial shock was still overwhelming his mind. In all honesty he had never expected to be married. Well, there was his work of course, but in an actual sense he had never thought anyone would willingly want to stay with him, much less be fully committed to him by legalities. He would just stare at John for a moment, then looking back down at the small piece of paper he held ever so carefully between his fingers.]

John I... I really don't know what to say..

[Now picking his head up some as he looked to John again. The fair haired man was absolutely beaming and he couldn't help the faint smile that peeked from the corner of his lips. John had always been there and would undoubtedly will always stay there with him, Sherlock just wouldn't have it any other way.]

You.. you're sure of this?

GAH

[mightbeblogging]

[ Well, enough was enough. John had tried to remain calm and casual, but he had be to be closer to Sherlock now, he had to be able to touch him. So he did just that, taking a seat beside the man on the sofa, and taking his lovely hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over those knuckles. He was still beaming, but his voice was steady. Serious. ]

Yes, Sherlock. I'm sure.

[ He raised his brow. ] But only if you're ready. We don't have to rush this, but... you and I both know we're practically married already. Why not make it legal, then?

D: why does LJ have to suck so bad

[deducing_freak]

[Still speechless, he only looks down at their hands together and slowly looks back up at John again. His mind is completely awash with different thoughts and possible scenarios. But it all boiled down to this. All those little jokes and rumors of them being an old married couple, were apparently more true then he had imagined. This man knew him, understood him, has seen him at his worst and his best. John was unwaveringly loyal, he had proven it so many times.]

Well, it's just... I hadn't prepared myself for a situation like this. [Sherlock had doubted he would be able to find a flatmate, much less a.. husband? He was still somewhat taken within the moment. Now going silent again as his eyes traveled back down to their hands together. He knew he wanted this, to be with John just like this. So putting a legal tag on their relationship wouldn't really change anything, would it? Blue eyes would travel back up to that boyish grin that was plastered across the doctor's face. Sherlock didn't need labels to know what they had, but it would

Do you know DW? I read a fanfic where these two are Rory's parents. Its adorable. xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ John declined against saying much, instead allowing the man to process everything in that overactive mind of his. Oh, his own mind was certainly made up - that had happened quite some time ago. He knew he wanted Sherlock, no matter what he did, no matter how angry he became at him, and no matter how many times their lives were put in danger. He also knew how wonderfully amazing this man could be, and how he'd chosen someone as ordinary as John to show his rare affections on. No one got to see him that way, except for his partner, and it was touching and humbling, in so many ways.

Perhaps this was selfish of the doctor, but he figured he deserved it. Still, it was only if Sherlock would be alright with the legal terms. When the detective replied in that slightly trembling voice, the doctor's smile only widened. Couldn't have stopped it if he'd tried. ]

You're sure, Sherlock? I don't want to force you into something you're not ready for.

I haven't been able to follow it much lately but YES. I love me some DW.

[deducing_freak]

You have obviously put a lot of thought into this...

[That was when he paused again, retreating back into his thoughts and reprocessing everything all over again. Was he sure? It didn't really matter to him. They were already together, so putting a legal label to it wouldn't change much of anything. Of course, it would give John all rights to make any sort of medical and financial decision making... as if he didn't already do that. Sherlock would just nod his head again, looking back up at him.]

I'm sure. [It was still a bit difficult to believe that he actually meant so much to this man. Even after everything they had gone through together. Or maybe it was because he still didn't realize just ow much John had actually meant to him.] If I truly mean so much to your, then who am I to deny you all the happiness you deserve.

I'm terribly behind too but DW is lovely.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John continued to watch Sherlock carefully, letting him work it out, and then listening to what he'd come up with. But there was basically no getting rid of his big grin now. Moving a hand up to the other's cheek, he leaned forward to kiss those lips briefly. Breaking away, he chuckled lightly, running his fingers through those dark curls. ]

Stupid man, don't you know how much you mean to me by now? You are my entire world, Sherlock. I'm not going anywhere, whether you marry me or not, but... it would make me happy, to know its a bit official, that we belong to each other, I suppose.

And anyway, we don't have to make a big deal out of it. We can have a small ceremony, if you'd like - hell, we could just get the license and... Mycroft or Lestrade as a witness. Suffice to say, I'm not going to get upset if there's not a fluffy white dress involved and a big cake.

[deducing_freak]

[Well of course he knew. He just, didn't exactly know that he knew. It was all very obvious though. John was always there with him. The man was unwaveringly loyal and had the patience of a saint. Frankly, Sherlock was surprised that a man of such high moral standards could actually put up with him for so long.]

Well, I'd like to think of myself as a fairly traditional man, so if you really want to wear the dress then that's fine by by me. [Oh but he was teasing of course, as told by the small smile that curved his lips. But that's when a thought struck him and smile fades to a thoughtful glance.] Though... if you're the one who proposed to me then I suppose that would technically make me the woman in this situation...

But then again we're not exactly the traditional type, so we can just skip the dress altogether.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John couldn't imagine Sherlock having never been involved in his life somehow. Sometimes, he can even imagine the detective was there even before they'd met. But his new life, his real life had started once he'd returned from the war, and that had been the day he'd found himself becoming the flatmate to this impossibly amazing man. Meanwhile, he smirked in amusement, shaking his head at the other. ]

As much as I wouldn't mind seeing you in a dress and high heels, I think we can agree on not going that route. Just wear one of your suits and you'll be fine. Its me who will have to shop for something a bit fancier, I suppose. I don't think my favorite jumper will quite do the trick.

[deducing_freak]

..well it certainly wouldn't be the first time.

[Because Sherlock may or may not have taken up a more feminine facade when working on a couple of his past cases. Most the best type of disguise, but it wasn't exactly something he was totally ashamed of either. In all honesty, he was rather proud that he had the legs for it, made his job all the more easier.]

You mean the striped one? But I like that one. What's wrong with it?

[mightbeblogging]

[ That first comment, about the dress and heels, causes John's brow to raise in surprise. He smirks, shaking his head, and realizes he really shouldn't be so shocked. ]

Well, we'll save that for a 'rainy day,' then, shall we? Suppose we could bring a bit more 'roleplaying' into our, ehm, sex life.

[ It still makes him blush just a bit, even after all this time together, and as embarrassing as it might be, especially when they're out in public and he's thinking about Sherlock like that, he hopes it doesn't stop anytime soon. ]

I'm glad you like, but its not really suitable for a wedding. I'll leave the tux and tails to you, but the least I could do is find a nice suit.

[deducing_freak]

Ah yes, well... perhaps it just might rain during the honeymoon. It's supposed to be good luck if it rains the day of your wedding.. or so I've heard.

[He can't suppress the little smirk on his lips, sort of absently turning his head away as if trying to hide it and obviously failing miserably at doing so.]

That won't be a problem. I have someone who tailors my suits for me, I'm sure he won't mind doing the favor, may even consider it a sort of wedding present.