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Sherlock:

The keys jangle in your hands as you can't seem to unlock the door, you take them out of the keyhole, shuffling through them with a slightly confused look across your face. You sigh, giving up and raise your hand to knock on the wooden door when the door opens and sherlock awaits in front of you, his eyes glistening as if he couldn't be happier to see you. He takes the shopping beside you, smiling and let's you come in before he strolls in after, nudging the door closed with his shoe and putting the shopping in the kitchen. A tint of pink appears on your cheeks, "why thank you! I'm still having trouble with that key.." you laugh before realising sherlock hasn't taken his eyes of you. "So they didn't have any -" you say startled, feeling slightly flushed.

"(Y/N) With time, I'm sure you'll get a hang of that key" And with that he hesitates, as if contemplating whether to kneel down or not, instead it looks like an awkward position above the ground, "I'm not so good at this. Clearly - But (Y/N) Will you consider my proposal and accept this ring?" His eyes drifting between the ring and you, who is now clasping your hands together, in the middle of laughing and crying.

"W-What are you- Did I do this wrong? Was I supposed to stand or -" You rush forward and fling your arms around him, noticing his sweet smile widen.

John:

You've come out of your shower to realise an elaborate note on the towels that are piled on your bed, you feel the wood beneath your bare feet as you sit down, wrapped in your silk dressing gown, reading over the note. In John's familiar writing, he kindly asks you to meet him at your favourite restaurant - One you've always longed to go to ever since you walked past it the first time. This makes you remember all the times you would pass it on the way to work, thinking how fancy and elegant it seemed and how delightful the food looked and smelt from the entrance, yet you never had the chance to visit it. It was one of your favourite things before you got onto the tube to the hospital, before meeting John of course , he was always your favourite part of the day.

Your heart flutters slightly and with that you prance up gazing over to the alarm clock by your bedside table which flashes 5:20PM, it said you are to be expected for 6 which gave you the perfect amount of time to put on your little cream dress, your twinkling diamanté earrings and your little heels. You apply a sweet, natural look of makeup and leave the house just in time to arrive at the restaurant.

As you walk in, the most delectable smells surround you, making your mouth water at the thought. Across the room, in a small cosy corner is John waiting for you, in his hands a petite bouquet of flowers and as you walk towards him, your eye catches on something peering out his jacket pocket, something of black velvet. "How fancy, thank you for this," you say, giving him a peck on the cheek and accepting his flowers.

"I knew you loved this place, it only seemed perfect to bring you here," he smiled.

"Whats the occasion?" You say, grinning.

"You look beautiful by the way," He says, changing the subject, but you let it slide and blush at this warming compliment, thanking him.

After an hour of talking, laughing and eating, you're both drinking your last glass of the fanciest sparkling champagne when John slides a small black velvet box out of his pocket and across the table, he recalls your greatest moments with him, talking about things he loved most not going into too much detail before going on the next, this floods your head with lovely memories. With that, he opens it and asks the obvious question. You can't help but nod your head before he even opens it.

Moriarty:

You're just about to watch another episode of Supernatural , when Moriarty texts you,

'Come and meet me on the roof.

Moriarty X '

He wasn't supposed to be back from his business trip until tomorrow. You pause the tv screen, getting up from your slumped position on the sofa, grab your jacket and run up the stairs to the roof top. You push open the steel door to see Moriarty standing beside a round table set with a white sheet and a thorn rose in a slim glass vase, in the center is a ring with diamonds so big and sparkly you felt like a child in a toy store again, your eyes locked on it as if there wasn't anything more beautiful.

"Did you miss me?" He says standing in his westwood suit, his hands in his pockets.

You grin wildly, hugging him tightly.

"I know i'm not 6'4, I don't have an impala or have the surname Winchester, but I do hope you accept this -" He says, before you laugh and give him a peck on the cheek, startling him.