thememacat:

willietheplaidjacket:

Alone, tangled in sheets that still smelled of sweat and sex and John, Sherlock felt, as he had time and again, an uncomfortable weight of regret settle in his chest. They should stop. They should have stopped the last time, and the time before that, and before that… But Sherlock recognises the patterns of an addiction just as John must. 

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A moment from a fic idea I’ve had floating around for a long time and still haven’t really done anything with. One day I’ll try and write it, promise.

(Thanks to all who stopped by the livestream, it was a pleasure chatting with you)