You are very quickly becoming one of my new favorite writers! Your banter is so lovely and your fluff is so fluffy. It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling in my gut that I pray for with fic. Heart eyes!!
Thank you so much!!! you are so sweet <3333
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You are very quickly becoming one of my new favorite writers! Your banter is so lovely and your fluff is so fluffy. It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling in my gut that I pray for with fic. Heart eyes!!
Thank you so much!!! you are so sweet <3333

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Liddy are you still doing the number prompts?! If you are can you do 27 or 51? â¤ď¸
27) things you said on the phone at 4 am
âI canât do it, Sherlock.â
Youâve got to. Yet unsaid and nonetheless true, the words hang between us for a long, long moment. I listen to the whisper of your breath and try and gather together something worth saying. Try and fail.
âSherlock? Can you hear me?â
âYes. Sorry, Iâm here. Erm.â Wish I had a cigarette (you used to change my nicotine patches for me)(a little pat and a little smile, as if you were proud of me), âHas something happened?â
You sigh, âApart from. September.â
It shouldnât but it strikes me as almost funny. Graze my fingertips over my wound and the answering twinge in my ribs sobers me, âYes. Apart from that. Anything new?â I hear the cruelty of the words as they pass through my lips. Nothing for it now (will I ever do anything but break your heart?).
âNo, she hasnât done anything as horrible as shooting you in the chest.â
âWell. Good.â
You laugh bitterly, âMaybe sheâs saving it up for a surprise.â
My gut twists, âJohn-â
âCan I come and stay with you? I mean. Just for a night or two. I need to see. I mean. I just need to get away for a bit. For a little bit. Please? Sherlock?I know Iâve got to live with. I mean. I know. I understand the plan but. Could I...? Please? I just need to be at home. For a bit.â
It is dangerous. Not the sort of danger that stokes the spark in your eyes. The two of us against the rest of the world. I swallow, âHome. Yes. Come.â
You sigh as if youâve been holding your breath, âThanks. Iâm on my way.â
I love how much everyone loves each other, Sherlock and John (duh) Mycroft and Sherlock (brotp, for real) Lestrade and Molly, mummy and daddy, Sherlock, john and Hudders. Like they all just love and care for each other so much and soon we will see it all said and played out in something large than subtext and it makes me so happy.
Yes yes yes! This makes me so happy! Theyâre all messed up and strange, but theyâre full of such love and devotion and affection, and they have their own peculiar ways of showing it.
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Mycroft spends the day babysitting john and sherlock's preschoolish aged daughter.
âGoodness!â get out my phone at once and take a photo of Mycroft and Matilda. Iâve sent it to John before he even has the chance to glare and sigh. âWhat a pretty picture we have here.â Mycroft and Matilda are sat on the floor, amidst an array of Matildaâs favourite hair ornaments and a few pots of Johnâs hair product. Surprisingly, Mycroft looks only mildly put upon.
Matilda abandons the brush sheâs still pulling through Mycroftâs barretted hair and bounds across the room to launch herself at my leg, âBab!â
I scoop her up and hug her, âAre you having fun with Uncle Mycroft, Tilly?â
âWeâre playing hairdresser!â she chirps.
âSo you are! And look what a lovely job youâve done with Uncle Mycroft, too, darling. His hair hasnât looked so good since the nineties.â
âThank you, Sherlock,â Mycroft rises from the floor, stretches, and looks into the mirror over the mantel, âGood lord, I look exactly like Uncle Rudy.â
âI was just going to say.â I kiss Matilda on the cheek, âTilly, invite your uncle to stay for dinner.â
âYeah!â Matilda shouts. âYeah yeah yeah! Please Uncle Mycroft!â She squirms out of my arms to tug Mycroftâs sleeve.
âGently please, Matilda,â I remind her. âAnd a touch quieter.â
Mycroft pats Matildaâs shoulder, âThank you, Tilly, I will stay. I suppose I am already dressed for dinner.â
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