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Greg is and will always be the only person who is allowed to call Mycroft Myc. Well. And Greg’s girls, of course.
But yes. I’ve always thought that when it first happens, it’s just sooooo natural to Greg to say it, and Mycrof just stares. His shoulders tense and he’s ready to protest, but then finds he doesn’t want to. Unlike when dear Mummy says it, he finds he doesn’t hate it when Greg does.
Aww. :3 Precious babies.
Slight tw: There is discussion of vomiting in this drabble. It’s not described heavily, because I have a minor case of emetophobia myself, but I know there are plenty of people who have it more severely than I do that could get affected by even what I wrote. So just a heads up. <3
Greg realized within an hour of eating lunch that he probably shouldn’t have. He should’ve stayed in his office and waited until he’d gotten home that evening to fix dinner. He’d been hungry though, and the little fast food place had been real convenient…
Now, however, he was on his knees in the bathroom, clutching onto the toilet for dear life. Every part of him ached, and he had tears in his eyes, and his entire stomach felt like it was being turned inside out. It just hurt. He couldn’t stand throwing up (not like he knew anyone who could, but still), and every time he did it again he prayed it was the last.
Finally, there was nothing left to expel. It was then that he was no longer alone, and there was a soothing hand rubbing across his back.
I love this.
Awww. Mycroft is getting fatherly feels. Elizabeth thinks of him as a parent. /)///////////(\
Mummy Holmes loves Greg so much and thinks he’s just perfect for her son. Buuuuhhhhh.
This is a FUCKING AMAZING AU and I need it in my life oh my fucking god. Soulmate AUs are always so brilliant JFC yes.
Greg showering Mycroft in compliments and praise when he’s feeling particularly insecure, and reminding him how amazing and loved he is, is truly one of my favorite things in the world.
Muahahaha yes. Yessssss. That’s amazing. It would be absolutely hilarious and would make Greg’s head spin even more if it was Abby reading it LOL. Little 11 year old reading such a dense book, hahaha. Awww. And trying to recall things to say later, and kind of failing at it, but Mycroft thinks it’s the most adorable thing in the world, looks at Greg, and mouths ‘worth it’.
After a dinner date at one of the nicer restaurants in the area, Mycroft and Gregory took a quiet walk through a nearby park. It was night, and therefor the park wasn’t very busy, so they enjoyed the closeness they had with each other. Halfway through the walk, Mycroft felt a hand brush his. His heart leapt up in his throat and he had to force himself to keep walking, though he did glance over at the man walking next to him.
He didn’t have the courage to make the move himself, but it didn’t seem to matter because after a few moments, Gregory made the move for him. Their hands brushed together again, before their palms pressed together and their fingers were becoming entangled in one another. Mycroft felt almost dizzy at the affection. The two of them had only been dating for about a month now, and these casual touches were things he quite yet hadn’t gotten used to yet. While he was enjoying it, his first instinct was to pull away, because he wasn’t too fond of public displays of affection still, but… The park was rather empty. And they were just holding hands. It would be okay.
After circling around once and a half, they slowed and Gregory was squeezing his hand gently.