June 19th excerpt:

“Just… don’t move,” Dean warned Sherlock severely.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

Before he could rethink his actions, Dean stood on his tiptoes on Sherlock’s shoulder, stretching to reach the black curls that cascaded down from above. Never once had Dean ever considered climbing up there, yet here he was.

I’ll be starting a new prompt tonight, and I’m gonna warn you ahead of time: Do Not Read if you aren’t ready for sad feels! Please. Sad feels imminent. It made me sad to write, and that doesn’t usually happen. Because of this, I will have two updates a day instead of the usual one for prompts.