“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.” - ( William ) @williamhamish
“Uh...sure?” John’s barely been able to slip out of his coat and hang it by the door when he’s handed the item, glancing down to take a closer look at it. “What exactly...is this?”
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“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.” - ( William ) @williamhamish
“Uh...sure?” John’s barely been able to slip out of his coat and hang it by the door when he’s handed the item, glancing down to take a closer look at it. “What exactly...is this?”
[He’s] got a smile it seems to me reminds me of childhood M E M O R I E S Where everything was as F R E S H as the bright blue sky ...
[He’s] got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of R A I N I hate to look into those eyes and see an O U N C E of pain ...
[His] hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd H I D E And pray for the T H U N D E R and the R A I N to quietly pass me by ...
Oh, oh, oh
SWEET CHILD O’ MINE .
Ind. BBC Sherlock OC || est. 2016, revamp 2020 written by Ozzy || sideblog to bakerstreetramblings
@williamhamish continued from here.
Molly stood under the awning outside the shop, her arms wrapped around herself in a sad attempt to keep out the cold. He was adorable, the little boy, but sometimes he could be a pain in her side. A bit like her father, she thought with a small smile. But the rain was letting up, and the jacket he was wearing was already dark with water, it wouldn’t kill them for a few more minutes of puddle jumping. It would be good for him to be outside, Molly reasoned to herself. “Very good, William!” she said with a smile.
@williamhamish continued from [here]
It was cold outside, and Newt sighed as he stared at the city, his arms wrapped around himself in attempt to calm and warm himself. Somehow the cold and the lights were soothing, numbing the pain in his head at least a little. With a deep sigh, he slid down against the wall and closed his eyes, only to blink and look up when he heard a soft and familiar voice.
“Oh, hello there ...” He smiled softly, looking at the boy curiously. “What’re you doin’ up so late? Shouldn’t you be sleepin’? Or did you have a bad dream?”
As well as Sherlock here, I have also revamped my two sideblogs:
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Wiggins, ACD based [x.]
❛ you came back ! ❜ ~ williamhamish
50 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 , 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾 .
"Of course. Did you think I WOULDN'T?"
@williamhamish continued from here.
Molly knelt down to the small boy’s height, so she was closer to his face as he spoke. A smile crossed her face as he look around, undoubtedly searching for his father. “It’s nice to meet you William, and your teddy too.” She can tell that the bear, Charlie, is probably the boy’s most treasured possession, just like most children. Even being the child of two geniuses doesn’t make him immune to comfort objects, she notes with a grin.
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“Oh my God, wait!” She looked for something to hold his arm and could only find two books and her sweater to hold it together. She knew that first aide course would be helpful and not only the CPR part. “You need to go to a hospital like, now so get up!”