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After solving another crime, Sherlock and John finally returned back to the flat. “Why, wasn’t that just marvelous!” Sherlock shouted in amusement. They both let out a huge laugh as you waltz up to greet them. “Welcome back you two.” you said smiling as you snuggled your way into Sherlock’s arms. He looked down at you smiling back as he pressed his lips on top of your temple.

“What have you been up to?” He said as he examined your outfit. “(f/n) are you planning to head out? We just got here.” he frowned as he slid into his chair. “Oh...it’s nothing” you murmured. Oh snap, he knew that he had forgotten something. He glimpsed at your outfit again — this time for analyzing purposes— quickly looking for the mistake he had made.

Your hair was neat, neater than usual which meant that this event didn’t occur often. You had freshly reapplied lipstick, possibly done in the last twenty minutes or so. You were never a girl who liked to dress up, which means that you were dressing up for him — or rather, for other people. Special dinner gathering with friends? No, John would have been more keen on watching the time. But maybe —

You looked at Sherlock, contemplating what he could have missed. You sighed and turned you head to John. “Hey Jooooohn, do you want to be my birthday date instead?” Sherlock’s face froze at your comment. It was your birthday, of course. He had been so caught up in the recent case that your birthday had completely slipped his mind. Crap. On a normal occasion you wouldn’t mind that Sherlock forgot your birthday...or two...maybe even for the third time. However, this time he had sworn not to forget and that he would make this day a special one.

John eyed Sherlock as he shook his head in disappointment. ‘Why didn’t you remind me’ Sherlock mouthed time him with a silent hiss. John shrugged ‘That was against the rules that you made up yourself ya thawt’. Damn, even the past Sherlock had it out for him. He bit his thumb, thinking of way to go about his forgetfulness. You sighed getting up, preparing to take off your nicely put-together outfit. “Wait!” Sherlock exclaimed as he pulled you down onto his chair with him. He hugged you from behind, as he allowed you to rest your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, as he hugged you even tighter. You gave him a soft smile “I know you are, Sherly.” you both sat snuggled in your chair as John looked in disgust, as he always did.

“Ew!” John said like a four year old. You both turned to him smiling. “Oh shut up John, go make out with a boring old school teacher or something for Christ’s sake!” Sherlock snorted. As John's mouth opened to rebuttal, you burst out of laughing, which only urged Sherlock to continue pressing on further. “You know, while you're at it, you should really try to pick up someone more...useful. May I suggest the girl who works at the coffee shop next door? I’d love a free discount while it lasts.”

“Oh don’t mean to John now, I’m sure he’s just been frustrated that the person who he really wants to date is already taken.” you tease. John’s face began to glow a bright red due to demeaning jokes. “Well at least I wouldn’t forget their birthday” he muttered. Sherlock became instantly quite, pursing his lips like a puppy. “Aw Sherly” you say planting a soft kiss on his lips. Sherlock pouts at his pity kiss. “It’s alright, really. I know how caught up you get in your detective stuff. Just as long as we get to spend the rest of the night together it’s fine.” Lifting up from his lap you make your way to the bedroom “I’ll be right back.”
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You twirl out of the bedroom, now nice and comfy in your onesie. “I’ve decided that we’re watching a movie on the telly” you announce. You start messing the arrangement of the furniture around in the room, fixing here and there until there was a nice big open space so that everyone could fit on the floor. As you finished pushing the last furniture to a far corner, John began preparing the popcorn. “Sherlock, you get to decide the movie.” you tell him.

“And why is that, it’s your birthday after all.” he said squinting while he examined your face. You were up to something. “Because I said so, are you arguing with the birthday girl?”

“Well...no —”

“Then pick the movie!”

“Fine.” he grumbled as he started shifting through the channels. You gave a big triumphant smile, having been able to win against Sherlock for once. John sat on his own little corner, not wanting to be next to the two love birds. You sat on Sherlock’s lap, then forcing both of you to roll against the floor, entrapping both of you in a huge blanket. Sherlock sighed, liking the closeness of both of you, but not the fact that he had little wriggle room. ‘Deal with it’ your smirk told him. He made a face — a puppy face, as a plea to release him. You simply ignored him. “Hurry up and turn on the film!” you whined.

Sherlock let out a huff, wiggling one of his arms’ out of the fortress of snugglatude, and reached for the remote. The movie started rolling and John flicked off the lights. “John why’d you turn off the lights, the light switch was really... turning me on!” you winked. John slapped his head as Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Oh dear, here we go again.” John sighed.

“What is that!? Do I hear someone complaining on my birthday?” you said putting your right hand behind your earlobe. They both quieted down. “Yeah...that’s what I thought.” you smirked as you poked Sherlock’s face with your index finger. “I like this power, maybe I should stop attempting to remind you about my birthday” you mused.

“No, next time I’ll make SURE to remember.” Sherlock said.

“Keep telling yourself that Sherly.”

“I swear, I won’t forget next year.”

“Mhmm” you said snuggling against him more. This was better than a fancy dinner. Just you watch movies with the two people you love most.

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After solving another crime, Sherlock and John finally returned back to the flat. “Why, wasn’t that just marvelous!” Sherlock shouted in amusement. They both let out a huge laugh as you waltz up to greet them. “Welcome back you two.” you said smiling as you snuggled your way into Sherlock’s arms. He looked down at you smiling back as he pressed his lips on top of your temple.

“What have you been up to?” He said as he examined your outfit. “(f/n) are you planning to head out? We just got here.” he frowned as he slid into his chair. “Oh...it’s nothing” you murmured. Oh snap, he knew that he had forgotten something. He glimpsed at your outfit again — this time for analyzing purposes— quickly looking for the mistake he had made.

Your hair was neat, neater than usual which meant that this event didn’t occur often. You had freshly reapplied lipstick, possibly done in the last twenty minutes or so. You were never a girl who liked to dress up, which means that you were dressing up for him — or rather, for other people. Special dinner gathering with friends? No, John would have been more keen on watching the time. But maybe —

You looked at Sherlock, contemplating what he could have missed. You sighed and turned you head to John. “Hey Jooooohn, do you want to be my birthday date instead?” Sherlock’s face froze at your comment. It was your birthday, of course. He had been so caught up in the recent case that your birthday had completely slipped his mind. Crap. On a normal occasion you wouldn’t mind that Sherlock forgot your birthday...or two...maybe even for the third time. However, this time he had sworn not to forget and that he would make this day a special one.

John eyed Sherlock as he shook his head in disappointment. ‘Why didn’t you remind me’ Sherlock mouthed time him with a silent hiss. John shrugged ‘That was against the rules that you made up yourself ya thawt’. Damn, even the past Sherlock had it out for him. He bit his thumb, thinking of way to go about his forgetfulness. You sighed getting up, preparing to take off your nicely put-together outfit. “Wait!” Sherlock exclaimed as he pulled you down onto his chair with him. He hugged you from behind, as he allowed you to rest your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, as he hugged you even tighter. You gave him a soft smile “I know you are, Sherly.” you both sat snuggled in your chair as John looked in disgust, as he always did.

“Ew!” John said like a four year old. You both turned to him smiling. “Oh shut up John, go make out with a boring old school teacher or something for Christ’s sake!” Sherlock snorted. As John's mouth opened to rebuttal, you burst out of laughing, which only urged Sherlock to continue pressing on further. “You know, while you're at it, you should really try to pick up someone more...useful. May I suggest the girl who works at the coffee shop next door? I’d love a free discount while it lasts.”

“Oh don’t mean to John now, I’m sure he’s just been frustrated that the person who he really wants to date is already taken.” you tease. John’s face began to glow a bright red due to demeaning jokes. “Well at least I wouldn’t forget their birthday” he muttered. Sherlock became instantly quite, pursing his lips like a puppy. “Aw Sherly” you say planting a soft kiss on his lips. Sherlock pouts at his pity kiss. “It’s alright, really. I know how caught up you get in your detective stuff. Just as long as we get to spend the rest of the night together it’s fine.” Lifting up from his lap you make your way to the bedroom “I’ll be right back.”
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
You twirl out of the bedroom, now nice and comfy in your onesie. “I’ve decided that we’re watching a movie on the telly” you announce. You start messing the arrangement of the furniture around in the room, fixing here and there until there was a nice big open space so that everyone could fit on the floor. As you finished pushing the last furniture to a far corner, John began preparing the popcorn. “Sherlock, you get to decide the movie.” you tell him.

“And why is that, it’s your birthday after all.” he said squinting while he examined your face. You were up to something. “Because I said so, are you arguing with the birthday girl?”

“Well...no —”

“Then pick the movie!”

“Fine.” he grumbled as he started shifting through the channels. You gave a big triumphant smile, having been able to win against Sherlock for once. John sat on his own little corner, not wanting to be next to the two love birds. You sat on Sherlock’s lap, then forcing both of you to roll against the floor, entrapping both of you in a huge blanket. Sherlock sighed, liking the closeness of both of you, but not the fact that he had little wriggle room. ‘Deal with it’ your smirk told him. He made a face — a puppy face, as a plea to release him. You simply ignored him. “Hurry up and turn on the film!” you whined.

Sherlock let out a huff, wiggling one of his arms’ out of the fortress of snugglatude, and reached for the remote. The movie started rolling and John flicked off the lights. “John why’d you turn off the lights, the light switch was really... turning me on!” you winked. John slapped his head as Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Oh dear, here we go again.” John sighed.

“What is that!? Do I hear someone complaining on my birthday?” you said putting your right hand behind your earlobe. They both quieted down. “Yeah...that’s what I thought.” you smirked as you poked Sherlock’s face with your index finger. “I like this power, maybe I should stop attempting to remind you about my birthday” you mused.

“No, next time I’ll make SURE to remember.” Sherlock said.

“Keep telling yourself that Sherly.”

“I swear, I won’t forget next year.”

“Mhmm” you said snuggling against him more. This was better than a fancy dinner. Just you watch movies with the two people you love most.