‘You just wrote, “Still has trust issues”.’
‘And you read my writing upside down. Do you see what I mean?’
Robert Downy Jr morphed with Benedict Cumberbatch, and Jude Law with Martin Freeman.
Guys, we found them.
Ultimate Sherlock and Watson.
OH MY GOD
Sherlock and John are stranded on the sofa when Sherlock accidentally starts a game of The Floor is Lava that’s a bit too literal.
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One of my favorite tropes, by far, is the “An experiment goes awry and forces Sherlock and John into an uncomfortable situation that forces them to confront their UST” trope. I’m sure there’s a better name, but I don’t know what it is. Anyway. In this fic, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, Sherlock’s experiment (involving corrosive chemicals) goes awry (by getting all over the floor) and he and John are forced to confront their UST (on their living room couch). You can see where this is going already. The domestic banter between Sherlock and John is adorable and pretty in-character. And the actual kiss is very, very sweet. It’s not exactly the most original premise for a story, granted, but I’m just enough of a sap that I didn’t care at all. This is a great piece to read if you just want a nice little pick-me-up, or if you’re in the mood for some fwp—fluff without plot!
Favorite Bit of Fluff:
“Have you really never had…anything?” he asked quietly. He’d never really wanted to know before. Sherlock hadn’t volunteered anything and it didn’t seem relevant. Whatever Sherlock’s romantic past, John didn’t have any intention of forcing information out of him. But now, seeing the detective’s obvious interest and discomfort, he couldn’t help but feel a bit pushy. When Sherlock didn’t answer John felt a small pang in his chest. “God, you really haven’t.”
“Never seen the point,” Sherlock said, voice sharp.
“The point? Look, I know you think you’re a sociopath, but you are human, Sherlock. Everyone wants…something.”
My Rating: A-
Pics or it didn’t happen
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George Lazenby isn’t my favorite Bond, but the scene where he wears a kilt as James Bond in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service…wow instant boner
One of the women writes her room number on Bond’s thigh in lipstick; upon seeing it I thought of John in that position but with Sherlock doing the writing…. It was also a nice excuse to draw John in a kilt, and some strong man thighs ;)
John is going to feed Sherlock that camera.
Hope you like it, nony! And you are the only ‘non to get a request, ‘cause I turned off anonymous asks. Fair warning!
not even going to bother with a background
of course he’s not going to wear a shirt, fuck it
look how ripped he is, lol