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(ILOVEYOUSOMUCH)
This is AMAZING. Sherlock caring and freaking and punching and loving and being such a BOYFRIEND. <3 I REALLY adore the style. Like really really. The change in perspectives is so amazing and effective.
The trouser thing was a stroke of genius you know, I love how you begin and end with it. And that's how IN SYNC they are, they both know about the pants (and listen, you didn't write this, but the pants are also Sherlock's favorite to take off of John. Don't deny ;D).
I really loved all the physical contact you had in this fic. Sherlock and John being so close, their breaths mingling. And then his nose grazing against John's cheek. I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR NOSE RUBBING, /WHERE DID YOU GET THIS INFORMATION/. *CANNOT COMPUTE* TOUCHINGGGGG.
It’s easier than watching Sherlock fall apart. *falls apart from this line*
Sirens grow and grow, deafening drums that beat inside Sherlock’s ears, annoying him. THIS. His angry, the deafening drums, I can feel his rage. Oh my god, it's perfect.
Also, Sherlock's moan. My heart SHATTERED. And then the shards were stepped on by your STUPID FOOT. AND YOU WERE LAUGHING AT ME. THAT'S SO HURTFUL WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT /I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME/.
I just really love Sherlock's rage. I really do. His rage and his freaking out, because how DARE he touch John. It's so perfect, how it consumes him. And then the bit with the grammar too, like the almost murderer is nothing more than an insect to him. Love.
And he turns back to the one person who is clearly more important than anyone else in the world. You, you are the one person who is clearly more important than anyone else in the world. <3
Thank you, my dear Wheatson, this was utterly perfect. I'm gonna reread this motherfucker so hard, you do not even KNOW.
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(ILOVEYOUSOMUCH)
This is AMAZING. Sherlock caring and freaking and punching and loving and being such a BOYFRIEND. <3 I REALLY adore the style. Like really really. The change in perspectives is so amazing and effective.
The trouser thing was a stroke of genius you know, I love how you begin and end with it. And that's how IN SYNC they are, they both know about the pants (and listen, you didn't write this, but the pants are also Sherlock's favorite to take off of John. Don't deny ;D).
I really loved all the physical contact you had in this fic. Sherlock and John being so close, their breaths mingling. And then his nose grazing against John's cheek. I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR NOSE RUBBING, /WHERE DID YOU GET THIS INFORMATION/. *CANNOT COMPUTE* TOUCHINGGGGG.
It’s easier than watching Sherlock fall apart. *falls apart from this line*
Sirens grow and grow, deafening drums that beat inside Sherlock’s ears, annoying him. THIS. His angry, the deafening drums, I can feel his rage. Oh my god, it's perfect.
Also, Sherlock's moan. My heart SHATTERED. And then the shards were stepped on by your STUPID FOOT. AND YOU WERE LAUGHING AT ME. THAT'S SO HURTFUL WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT /I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME/.
I just really love Sherlock's rage. I really do. His rage and his freaking out, because how DARE he touch John. It's so perfect, how it consumes him. And then the bit with the grammar too, like the almost murderer is nothing more than an insect to him. Love.
And he turns back to the one person who is clearly more important than anyone else in the world. You, you are the one person who is clearly more important than anyone else in the world. <3
Thank you, my dear Wheatson, this was utterly perfect. I'm gonna reread this motherfucker so hard, you do not even KNOW.
Seriously though, I loved it. And you. <3