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yay teen!lock doodles with rugby!john and…something!sherlock

yay teen!lock doodles with rugby!john and…something!sherlock


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i wanted to draw a piano + this fic

i almost immediately regretted wanting to draw a piano


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thewalkingdetective:

gemsicle:



@faviolaxd answered: Please a sherlolly…hahaha…@happilyshippingships answered: hiya! love your drawings! would it be ok if maybe that you draw sherlolly?Anonymous said: SHERLOLLY??


Sherlock came bounding through the door of Molly’s flat and then stopped. Her name died on his lips.
The room was dim, the telly on low, and Molly Hooper was curled up on the sofa wrapped in his coat. 
His spare coat, that is. The one he’d worn during the fall.
It was an entirely different sight from when Irene had worn it. Molly had the collar pulled up around her cheeks, her head tucked in against the fabric, and her arms were wrapped around herself tightly, as if to hold it to her. The sleeves of her pink pajamas just peeked out on one side where the coat’s own large sleeves had slipped down her arms.
He hesitated just a few moments before backing away slowly, silently opening the door and going back the way he came. If Molly saw him she’d be embarrassed and never wear the coat again. It was silly but somehow he knew it was true.
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From then on, Sherlock didn’t wear his coat as much. Sometimes he’d “forget” it in the lab or the morgue. The spare was abandoned at Molly’s flat. 
John wondered. Sherlock could feel his curious eyes drift down his frame, but he never asked.
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Hey, hope you don’t mind a little ficlet addition to this. :)

!!!!!!! oh jfc that is too cute

thewalkingdetective:

gemsicle:

@faviolaxd answered: Please a sherlolly…hahaha…
@happilyshippingships answered: hiya! love your drawings! would it be ok if maybe that you draw sherlolly?
Anonymous said: SHERLOLLY??

Sherlock came bounding through the door of Molly’s flat and then stopped. Her name died on his lips.

The room was dim, the telly on low, and Molly Hooper was curled up on the sofa wrapped in his coat. 

His spare coat, that is. The one he’d worn during the fall.

It was an entirely different sight from when Irene had worn it. Molly had the collar pulled up around her cheeks, her head tucked in against the fabric, and her arms were wrapped around herself tightly, as if to hold it to her. The sleeves of her pink pajamas just peeked out on one side where the coat’s own large sleeves had slipped down her arms.

He hesitated just a few moments before backing away slowly, silently opening the door and going back the way he came. If Molly saw him she’d be embarrassed and never wear the coat again. It was silly but somehow he knew it was true.

———-

From then on, Sherlock didn’t wear his coat as much. Sometimes he’d “forget” it in the lab or the morgue. The spare was abandoned at Molly’s flat. 

John wondered. Sherlock could feel his curious eyes drift down his frame, but he never asked.

———-

Hey, hope you don’t mind a little ficlet addition to this. :)

!!!!!!! oh jfc that is too cute


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quick hi

just wanted to say hi! :) + a quick message:

thank you all for the prompts and mail!!  I’ll likely try to answer one or two more prompts before we’re back to our regularly scheduled garbage.

prompts or anything yall wanna send me is still cool, but please check out this page for some info on how I respond

just didn’t want anyone to send a prompt and then wonder why they were being ignored, haha