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I have to say, I love and appreciate everyone that reblogs and shares my fanfic posts, but i’m pretty sure Shay writes the most epic tags. These were from today.

For Hands Entwined it’s:

 OKAY GUYS# LISTEN UP# THIS IS A REALLY GOOD JACK X NINE# FIC# I DON’T EVEN SHIP THEM AND I THOUGH IT WAS FANTASTIC# OMG# DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?# BUT SERIOUSLY# IT’S REALLY GOOD# YOU SHOULD ALL GO READ IT AND LEAVE KUDOS OR SOMETHING IDK# H AND IT’S SMUT# IF THAT DOESN’T ENTICE YOU# I DON’T KNOW WHAT WHILL# *WILL

And then for Only Three Days Gone:

# OKAY GUYS# NOW SIT DOWN HERE AND LISTEN WHILE THE FUCKING INSANE PERSON WHO RUNS THIS BLOGS TELLS YOU A THING# THIS FIC IS /GLORIOUS/# IF YOU SHIP JOHNLOCK – YOU’VE GOT NO OPTION OTHER THAN TO READ THIS# WHILE ALONE ON THE WATER IS FILL WITH ANGST# THIS IS EQUALLY PARALLELED- BUT WIHT SMUT AND NOTHING BUT HAPPY TEAR# OH WAIT THERE’S TONS OF FLUFF TOO# SO SIT DOWN FOR LIKE 15 MIN AND READ THIS YA LITTLE SHITS# BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING FABULOUS# AND YOU DESVERE TO SMILE TODAY# AND THIS FIC WILL FREAKING MAKE YOU GRIN FROM EAR TO EAR# LIKE THE BLACK DALIAH# BUT YOU WON’T BE DEAD# AND YOU’RE SMILE WON’T BE CUT IN YOUR FACE EITHER

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Okay folks, I have just written the fluffiest piece of johnlock. Like, cute as a box of kittens adorable. With smut on the end, because, well, me. If you want some cutesy adorable romantic johnlock though, give it a look.

Only Three Days Gone: John’s been at a conference the last few days. He comes home to find Sherlock’s been ‘borrowing’ his sweaters.

Teaser below the cut

John paid the cabbie with a sigh. Three days in Yorkshire for a conference in the dead of winter was no one’s idea of a good time. It was damn good to be home and he was looking forward to a warm cuppa and maybe some crap telly while Sherlock told him about whatever cases had come up. His own bed with a Sherlock in it would be nice too. The cold drizzle offered extra encouragement to head inside and up the familiar steps.

Pushing open the familiar door, John, couldn’t help but smile as he shrugged his coat off. Sherlock was curled up on the couch, asleep, wrapped up in one of John’s favorite jumpers. Shaking his head and leaving him there, John stepped into the kitchen to put the kettle on, noticing another jumper on the back of one of the chairs. They had texted the entire time John had been gone, but it seemed maybe Sherlock had missed him more than he let on.

Heading upstairs to drop off his bag, John could see his bed had been slept in, covers thrown to the footboard. The dresser drawer stood open and several jumpers lay on the bed while a few were missing all together. “It was three days, Sherlock,” he said quietly to no one.

“I missed you,” Sherlock’s voice behind him made John jump. He turned and laughed at the sight of Sherlock standing in the doorway, swallowed up by the jumper that rode too high on his stomach.

He stepped closer to Sherlock and placed a warm hand on his exposed skin, pulling him down for a kiss. “I missed you too.”

Sherlock moaned softly into the kiss, nudging John at the bed. Chuckling, John broke the kiss to pick up the jumpers from the bed and toss them at the dresser. “Did you take all of them?”

“It’s been cold,” pouted Sherlock.

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ibelonginthetardis reblogged your post and added:

Thanks 🙂

I’d give you a preview paragraph, but you don’t have your ask box open 😉