Because I can't get comment fic posting to work.

[winter_machine]

He likes the Italian sheets, with the paisleys, so she grabs armfuls of high-thread count cotton from the airing cupboard and remakes the bed with trembling hands.  Mark watches her, wearing boxers and nothing else, hands on his hips. The flannel sheets, still warm from their bodies, were stripped and shoved hastily in the back of her walk-in

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Oh my god oh my god oh my god HOW do you do that? I... This was absolutely gorgeous and everything I wanted and nothing I asked for. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I want to see what the inside of your brain looks like. Guhhhhh. How do you do you? And thanks for all that Addsexing. Between this and yesterday's wonderfic, I'm scratching my head wondering what I did to get so lucky but I did and I am and you might be the greatest thing I've ever seen. /k-os.

[winter_machine]

You are the best prompter ever though. GODMANYOLO

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Oh gosh, now I've seen how big this actually is! I read it not on a computer before, and it was a large document only because I had to scroll, which is whatever.

GODMANYOLO. This fic is a monster.

[chuckandcastle]

This. Is. Amazing. The whole "you tore my dress" "you broke my heart" line killed me. Amazing.