his sinuses were packed with something that felt like cement, and he must have swallowed all the scalding desert sands that plagued his dreams YES. This is what having a cold feels like. I also love the subtle reference to his war nightmares.
Being the sole focus of Sherlock’s formidable attention wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sensation, but it was intense enough that it still caused a few of the hairs to rise on the back of John’s neck. This would be a very weird sensation, especially considering that Sherlock probably focuses positive attention on no one so much as John. How would anyone know how to deal with that? XD
John had even entertained a brief fantasy that Sherlock was interested in him. But that, of course, was pure folly. But he so IS. How can he not be?!
Tea, John thought happily, infusing the single word with all the gratitude and reverence of his truly British soul. Adorable!
He knew Sherlock was a supremely capable musician, but using a severed limb to beat out the basic cadence of Bad Romance on John’s dresser was
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EEEEeeeee! Thank you for the read and review! I love knowing which lines work well, and really appreciate you taking the time to give feedback. THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!! <3
hehehehehe yeah, I was thinking up ridiculous pop songs sherlock could torture John with and that image kind of floored me, too. Glad you liked it! :) Thanks for reading and commenting!
The story was amazing and gave me warm fuzzies and the only bad thing I can think to say is that it was way too short (I didn't want it to be over EVER). You're such a funny brilliant writer, thank you so much for making this :D!!!!
Wow, thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It's actually the longest finished piece I've ever written, but maybe some day I'll write a sequel. I had half of one done at one point... I'm finally writing fanfic again, so keep an eye out for something new soon! <3
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Being the sole focus of Sherlock’s formidable attention wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sensation, but it was intense enough that it still caused a few of the hairs to rise on the back of John’s neck. This would be a very weird sensation, especially considering that Sherlock probably focuses positive attention on no one so much as John. How would anyone know how to deal with that? XD
John had even entertained a brief fantasy that Sherlock was interested in him. But that, of course, was pure folly. But he so IS. How can he not be?!
Tea, John thought happily, infusing the single word with all the gratitude and reverence of his truly British soul. Adorable!
He knew Sherlock was a supremely capable musician, but using a severed limb to beat out the basic cadence of Bad Romance on John’s dresser was ( ... )
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"his dreams were filled with terrifying visions of Sherlock’s milkshake bringing all the boys to Scotland Yard."
THE MENTAL IMAGES! GOD WHY??
Brilliant.
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The story was amazing and gave me warm fuzzies and the only bad thing I can think to say is that it was way too short (I didn't want it to be over EVER). You're such a funny brilliant writer, thank you so much for making this :D!!!!
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