squeakpigsrevenge:Come along, Jawn
sadieandmo: Or conversely: “No, love…you stay with me, Sherlock. Don’t run off.”
squeakpigsrevenge: Lol yes. He’s running ahead and then dwadling behind
sadieandmo: “…Why he yell? Didn’ do nu’ffin’.” 😥
squeakpigsrevenge: Awwwwwwwwww
sadieandmo: It’s terrible, because they both know just the right words/tone of voice to get the other to go little.
sadieandmo: Sherlock’s gonna pout the rest of the day for gettin’ fussed at.
squeakpigsrevenge: “I don’t know where this attitude came from but you better straighten up.”
Sherlock just looks at him all gap jawed.
squeakpigsrevenge: Cause ‘parently pouting is attitude
sadieandmo: Sherlock gets all sullen and hugs his coat up around him…especially the collar, so no one can see his bottom lip jutting out.
squeakpigsrevenge: He’d go straight to his room when they got home. John was always smack happy when he was like this a Sherlock had to keep his bums best interests at heart
sadieandmo: Sherlock’s not quite ‘little’ little just yet…more like a sulky 6 year old. But he knows he’s getting smaller the longer he thinks about John snapping at him.
He crawls under his bed to hide away, coat and all
squeakpigsrevenge: John tries calling him for tea and gets no response. It’s been too quiet since they got home and thinks Sherlock may have aged up and gone out. They have rules against that but he’ll wait til Sherlock gets home to tell him off
sadieandmo: Once it starts getting late in the evening, though, John starts to wonder. They’re supposed to call each other if it looks like they’re going to be out past 8.
squeakpigsrevenge: He tries calling Sherlock’s cell and it rings from inside Sherlock’s room. There’s a thump and then Sherlock is crying. The phone startled him and he bonked his head in the underside of the bed.
sadieandmo:
John’s confused as all hell but the minute he hears Sherlock crying, he’s in the room and on his hands and knees by the bed. “Have you been here the whole time?…”
Sherlock cries into the carpet and nods, his hands covering the back of his head.
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Come here, sweetheart. Let Da’ see your head.”
“Hur’ds.” Sherlock wailed.
“I’m guessing you gave yourself a heck of a goose egg. Comere.”
“You gun’ ‘pank me.”
sadieandmo:
“What?” Now John really did have no idea what was going on. “Did you do something I should spank you for? Is that why you’re hiding?”
“N-no,” Sherlock snuffles in between deep heaving sobs.
“Then I’m not gonna spank you. Com’ere and let Daddy see, baby.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Da’yee a’ways ‘pank me.”
“Christ.” John huffed getting up and digging to the small flashlight he knew was in Sherlock’s nightstand. The little duck in hand John crawled under the bed. “Lemme see your head.”
Sherlock dropped one hand from his head to his bum.
sadieandmo:
John rolled his eyes…as if there would even be room under here, if he were so inclined.
He used the tiny flashlight and carefully felt around the mass of curls around the back of Sherlock’s head until his fingers brushed against a sizable knot that was starting to swell up.
“Yep, that was a good one.” He clicked off the light. “Crawl out and come with me.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“No, no, no, Da’yee, p’ease.” Sherlock cried, putting both hands to cover his bum.
“Daddy’s not going to spank you. But he might if he has to haul you bodily from under the bed.” John barked, nearly smashing his own head on the way out. “Get your bottom out here, now.”
Sherlock moaned into the carpet and slowly inched his way from beneath the bed.
sadieandmo:
Sherlock slides out from under the bed and sit up on his knees as he reaches back to rub his head. His fingers brush over the lump, and his face crumbles. “Oww-wwwie!”
“Don’t press on it.” John comes over and moves Sherlock’s hands away. “You wouldn’t have bumped your head if you hadn’t been hiding in the first place.”
Sherlock just leans forward and buries his face in John’s jumper, and cries.
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