squeakpigsrevenge: Yup. Dummies are a god send. It keeps pens, glasses, fingers, cigarettes, and all manor of other things out of his mouth.
sadieandmo: That’s why they have so many at both homes. Nothing quiets Sherlock down faster than a dummy or a warm bottle.
squeakpigsrevenge: Though in a pinch his thumb will do. Though John prefers not. He has lovely teeth. It would be a shame if they were ruined.
sadieandmo: Though when he does get in the mood, he prefers dummies. He’s also a chewer.
squeakpigsrevenge: He blames Jawn for all the dummies with holes in the nipples but that’s only half true
sadieandmo: That’s nothing he’d ever admit, though…mostly because he’s never aware he’s doing it until the damage is done.
squeakpigsrevenge: They buy several teething dummies, and that works for a while. Until Sherlock chokes on a bit he chewed off.
sadieandmo: Thankfully, it hadn’t been large enough to completely cut off his airway….it just got caught in his throat and made him cough until he eventually got it up. Still, he was wrecked for the rest of the day.
squeakpigsrevenge: They had pa’scicles cause Sherlock’s throat hurt.
squeakpigsrevenge: You know they end up with two dogs. One blood hound mix that most certainly did not stay lap sized Greg Lestrade! And a corgi because Mycroft can’t help himself.
sadieandmo: Sherlock would be in heaven. 😛
squeakpigsrevenge: John would be pissed but Jawn would be over the moooo
squeakpigsrevenge: ^mooooon
squeakpigsrevenge: Also over the moooo
sadieandmo:Neither of those puppy’s feet ever touched the ground for the next three months.
sadieandmo: They were carried everywhere
squeakpigsrevenge: I think they call the hound dog somethin like Bess. Cause she’s Sherlock’s bes’ fren’
sadieandmo: Mycroft gave the corgi some posh-sounding name because of COURSE he did (eyeroll), but Sherlock and Jawn take to calling him Wiggle, because since he has no tail to wag, he just wiggles his whole body.
squeakpigsrevenge: Cuuuuuuuuttttte
squeakpigsrevenge: Bess and Wiggle Watson Holmes
sadieandmo: Pretty soon ‘Wiggle’ is all he’ll respond to. 😛
sadieandmo: Sherlock loves playing hide and seek with Bess.
sadieandmo: She’s got the Bloodhound nose.
squeakpigsrevenge: Of course. Mycroft is like “Joffrey Buchanan Elsevier! You stop rubbing you bottom on the rug!”
squeakpigsrevenge: Jawn has to be touching wiggles ears to sleep. They are huge and floppy and soft. They are a puddle together a lot
sadieandmo: It makes Jawn a little mad that John has to go to work at the clinic, while Sherlock gets to be with the doggies all day.
squeakpigsrevenge: Aww 😦
sadieandmo: Sherlock starts taking them on walks by the clinic during John’s lunch time so he can visit.
squeakpigsrevenge: But that’s hard too because the puppy friends make his headspace slip and he can’t just leave work because the puppies visited
sadieandmo: To help him age his headspace back up if he needs it, Sherlock slips him a quiet “Da’yee” during the cheek kiss before they leave.
squeakpigsrevenge: John pats his bum on the way out the door. He’s still sad he can’t go with them, but he’ll muddle through.
squeakpigsrevenge: The worst bit is all the attention Sherlock gets when holding the leashes of two rollie puppies. He’s damn near a god
sadieandmo: It’s mostly girls, so John doesn’t mind *too* much, since this is Sherlock we’re talking about…but dammit, he doesn’t have to flirt back so much! Even if it’s just for a laugh!
squeakpigsrevenge: Sherlock likes the rough possessive sex after. John demanding to know who Sherlock belongs too. They shut Bess and wiggle into their playpen before they mad dash for the bedroom
sadieandmo: Sherlock loves collapsing on the bed and having John’s full weight on top of him after, while he’s still inside. Then the puppies start howling because they feel left out, and Sherlock and John both start to laugh.
squeakpigsrevenge: Even tho Bess is still little she still has that deep ‘arrrooooo’ howl of hounds. Wiggle tries to keep up, but, well
sadieandmo: It turns into a lot of shrill yaps with a crazy deep bay every minute or so.
squeakpigsrevenge:Awww. Poor pu’bbies
sadieandmo: Sherlock wants the puppies (or ‘the babies’, as he calls them) to sleep in the bed with them, but John says they’re both too little. They’d either make a mess or fall off and get hurt, or get squished.
squeakpigsrevenge:
John pulls out and they both groan. "Are you putting on a nappy or pants?“
"Neither. Go rescue them!”
They end up with a huge fluffy bed in the corner. Sherlock sneaks out of bed and sleeps on the floor with them.
squeakpigsrevenge: Sherlock tries to sneak them into the crib with him as well.
sadieandmo:
“They’re too young, Sherlock.”
“But it’s the crib! It’s *meant* for babies!”
“And they could easily get their little heads stuck in the slats. The best place for them is their bed on the floor, love.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Bu’ I wanna s’eep wif a pu’bbies. P’ease Da’yee?”
“You’ll be sleeping in the same room as the puppies.”
“Is nah a same.”
John grumbles that Sherlock never put up this big a fuss to sleep with him.
sadieandmo:
“I s’eeps w’if you all’a time!”
Even then, Sherlock still has to settle for taking naps on the couch with them. But at night, the puppies have to go to their own bed.
squeakpigsrevenge: Jawn is even worse. He actually fits in the pu’bby bed. He curls up in it even when they are busy playing. They end up a literal puppy pile
sadieandmo: It’s a good thing the puppies are getting regular baths….even if it’s only because Sherlock literally picked them up and put them in the bath with him because John stepped out to grab a fresh towel.
squeakpigsrevenge:The only time either htgenz
squeakpigsrevenge: Wtf tumblr!!!!
sadieandmo: lmao!
squeakpigsrevenge: Anyways!!! The only time either of them have mixed feelings about the new babies is when Mr. Bumble has one of his legs chewed off. They forgot to put them in the pen before rushing out for a case. There were other casualties but that was a big one. Nana sews Mr. Bumble a peg leg
sadieandmo: Clean-up becomes an absolute necessity instead of just a chore; if you don’t want it chewed on, put it away. Sherlock couldn’t care less about most of the toys, but he cried when he found Mr. Bumble.
squeakpigsrevenge: Bess came over and put her head in his lap. She didn’t know why her boy was crying.
sadieandmo:
“They’re only babies, Sherlock,” John explains softly. “They didn’t know how special Bumble is.”
“Y-y’ah.” Sherlock sniffles and scrubs his eyes. He wasn’t mad, just sad.
squeakpigsrevenge:
“We can’d f’row him away.”
“What?”
“F’row away broked toys.”
“Oh god, sweetheart, we are not throwing away Bumble. We can fix his leg.”
“Fix ‘im?”
sadieandmo:
“Yeah, I bet Nana will sew him back up if you ask her nicely and give her a kiss.” John scoops Sherlock up into his lap for a much-needed cuddle. “He’ll be good as new.”
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