Ok, I have to say this.
I love John. I always have. He’s the kind of guy that puts up with weird flatmates because they’re brilliant, stands up for people he cares about, isn’t afraid to yell at shit that annoys him, likes jumpers, is gorgeous as all hell, carries an illegal firearm, probably would buy a crying kid a balloon, shoots not-very-nice people that deserve it, tells Sherlock to stop being a unfeeling bastard, is (possibly) unabashedly bisexual with experience across three continents, is probably a very attentive lover but will pin your wrists down during sex and you’ll like it, loves queen and country, is an awesome doctor and is generally a really badass motherfucker.
In short, I fucking love you, John Watson.