Not the ‘I haven’t seen you for you a month and holy shit you’re high’ nor the ‘You’re high and I didn’t know but we’re not alone’.
I want Sherlock and John on their own, in modern times, Sherlock admitting it to John that he felt the need again. That he couldn’t stop it. That he needed it. And oh God please John, I can’t stop it.
I want John being angry but being more worried. I want John to grab Sherlock and steer him to his bed. I want John to take the list with trembling hands, though he will not look. Not yet. Sherlock is his priority now.
I want John to stay with Sherlock. Keeping a hand on him. Reminding him, silently, that he is not alone. Not this time. I want John to hold him when Sherlock starts to writhe and tremble.
I want Sherlock to cry against John’s jumper.
I want John to cry when Sherlock finally – finally – calms down and drifts to sleep. Because he hates this. He hates seeing Sherlock like this. But he is so relieved that this time, Sherlock came to him. Trusted him. Even with that bloody list!
John pockets it, staying close to Sherlock.
Not alone. Not this time.
This time, Sherlock, I’ll stay.
THIS IS PERFECT.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE THIS?
I NEED AT LEAST 10000 WORDS OF HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF/WHUMP
(and maybe some cuddling…heavy on the comfort)
AND FOREHEAD KISSES
AND SPOONING
AND AND AND
*DEADED*
IN THE MEAN TIME…THAT HAPPENED IN THE PARADOX SERIES, WHICH EVERYONE SHOULD READ
