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Hi just checking, you good? Not posting is fine and all but I'm just... you know, your health and stuff. Hope you're doing well during this time. Cheers from Vietnam.

Hello, thank you for checking in on me. I’m doing much better now than i was, thank you, Im staying safe and doing my best to take care of myself.

I haven’t posted in a while, honestly, because I don’t write as much as i used to. I also haven’t decided whether or not I’m going to revive this account or not, but I do go through it sometimes. Thank you again for checking in so kindly, I appreciate it, and I hope you’re doing well and staying safe and healthy. This is a really weird time for everyone.

Much love to you and yours <3

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hi just wanted to check-in with you to make sure you are not dead and that you are okay

I’m not dead, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Honestly, I’ve kind of fallen out of the fandom. I’ve been trying to write a little, I promise I’m going to finish every request I have already, it’s just taken me a little time, and I’m so sorry, I know I say it a lot but I’ve had a lot on my plate lately with work and mental health, but I’m doing a lot better now. Thank you for checking in with me, it means a lot to me ❤️

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Just a Little Help (Mycroft X Reader)

Just a Little Help (Mycroft x Reader)

requested by anonymous

warnings: none

summary: You’re quite a bit shorter than Mycroft, something he teases you about constantly. You decide to change that for a second.

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“Need a hand, darling?” You heard a teasing voice behind you ask. You turned to see Mycroft in the kitchen doorway, smirking at you as you tried to reach the box of cereal he placed on the top shelf. Obviously for this reason.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you put your arm down, stepping back so your amused partner could grab the box for you.

He took it from the shelf with ease, handing it to you with a smile.

You grabbed it from him quickly, turning to pour some in the bowl before he could catch your smile.

“You did that on purpose.” You accused.

“Did I?” He was right behind you know, towering over you.

“Yes, you did.”

“And how, pray tell, do you know it was done on purpose?”

You turned around again, trying to force the corners of your lips down. You wanted to look aggravated, you were. However, seeing his smile and him teasing you, you couldn’t stay aggravated long.

“Because I certainly didn’t put it up there and you know I’m too short to reach that shelf.”

Your height had become something of a joke to him over the past few months. He made jokes about it, put things on shelves you couldn’t reach, all in good fun of course, but sometimes it annoyed you.

“Is that so?” He mocked. Your smile grew.

On the verge of laughter, you answered, “Yes, it is.”

He looked down at you, his own smile growing wider and wider.

“You think it’s funny, don’t you?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“What’s funny, love?”

“That I’m almost half your height.” You responded.

His brows furrowed. “And why would I think that is funny? I happen to like your height.”

“Like to make fun of it.” You corrected.

“Not entirely true.” He defended.

“You really do like my height?” You asked.

“I do.”

“Well,” You braced you hands on the counter behind you. “Then I’ve got news for you, buddy.” You hoisted you self up into the air, swinging back. Almost knocking your bowl over, you sat on the counter, putting you at eye level with Mycroft.

“The weathers nice up here.” You commented and he chuckled. You looked down at the ground. “I must look like a little ant to you. No wonder you have a power complex, you have God’s eye view up here.” You chuckled at yourself lightly. “This is what it’s like being the Jolly Green Giant?”

“That’s enough.” Mycroft chuckled.

“How does it feel?” You wondered, grinning from ear to ear.

He only huffed and you laughed.

“I will never joke about your height again. Although,” he continued. “It would be nice to not have to lean down so much to kiss you. It’s murder on my spine.”

You were about to tell him off for making another joke directly after making his promise, but you didn’t get the chance, melting into butter as his lips met yours.

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Requests are closed

I’m working on all of those that are in my inbox now, it’s almost overflowing...yikes

Hoping to crank some out a queue them

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ship please? Im an introverted girl, people say Im very innocent, gentle and caring, I always tend to see the good in people and I have this strong urge to help people, I tend to hide my real self and emotions and act like a moodmaker so everyone stays happy, I'm a great listener and am calm, I love instrumental music and want to learn piano, I'm very talented in the arts and love the stars, I get drained from people easily and need to be alone at times, I love reading and writing.

I ship you with...

John Watson

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Hey lovely, I was wondering if I could get a ship? I’m a 5’7, straight, female. I am an entp so I’m not the most extroverted person but still enjoy arguing/debate. Although I can come off as a arrogant or prideful I’m actually quiet chill and enjoy cuddling. Thanks so much

I ship you with...

Sherlock Holmes

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Love your writing style xxx

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me!

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If it’s okay, I would like to request a ship. My names Kendall I’m from America, and I love pop culture! Movies, songs, foods, I could list so much! My friends call me the “funny mom” due to my strange personality. I’m Pan but normally lean towards guys. My style consists of comfy yet cute!! Tysm, I love your work!!!

I ship you with...

Greg Lestrade

(It’s always perfectly okay to request, and I’m glad you love it! Thank you, dearie!)

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Thanks so much for my ship!

You’re welcome, love!

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Hello! Can I get a ship? My name is Lyndsey and I have long brunette hair, with hazel eyes. I wear glasses, and I have a nose ring. I’m bisexual, and 5’2. I’m quite thin, and I often wear high waisted jeans and tee shirts. I love kids, education, and math. I also very much love movies, and the media. Thank you !!

I ship you with...

Molly Hooper

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Could I get a ship please? Straight female. INFP Taurus. Dramatic. Lazy. Random. Sarcastic. Hard-headed. Stubborn. Dorky. Nerdy. Clingy. Moody. Temperamental. Guarded. Needy. Witty. Genuine. Dancer. Bookworm. Otaku. Movie lover (action, crime, thriller, fantasy, rom-com). Music lover (alternative rock, pop, country, and Broadway show tunes). Coffee fiend. Has a huge sweet tooth. Easy to annoy but hard to truly anger. Dog person. I also tend to get nervous and stressed easily. Thanks!

I ship you with..

John Watson

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Hi! Can I get a ship? I'm 5'3 tall. Curly hair (dark brown). Has a slight dark skin tone. Dark brown eyes. Likes music. Especially songs from the 70s, 80s, and 90s. Likes watching movies. I read A LOT of books. Hate wearing anything short for me. Mostly big shirts and high waisted pants. I love dancing. And sometimes I imagine little scenarios in my head. I also play the guitar.

I ship you with...

Greg Lestrade

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Hey! I was wondering if I could get a ship. I'm about 5'3", have shoulder length brown hair, and hazel eyes with specks of gold (sometimes). I'm really feisty, strong-willed, confident, but also real kind, considerate, and loyal too. I have anxiety, depression, and major self confidence issues, but always help out people. I'm also a raging bisexual. I'm the kind of person who parties hard one day and then just reads the next. Sorry if this is tedious or not enough info. Thanks!

I ship you with...

Mary Morstan

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could i please get a ship, dear? INTP, 4’11”, future psychiatrist. i have an odd intelligence of sorts, cynical, and manipulative with good intentions. Wiccan-Agnostic, bisexual, have a bit of a thing for pretty eyes just because i like pretty ones. i wear leather a lot and fashionable things but seem a bit unapproachable. i’m extremely motivated, but lazy when it comes to things that don’t mean...well, squat. thank you for everything, ta.💜

I ship you with...

Irene Adler

(Aaand, gifs are working again!)

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Just a Hug (Moriarty X Reader)

requested by anonymous

“Hello I hope you are doing good 💙 I have a requests for you. Reader has a bad day and she meets Moriarty and just asks him to let her hug him because she needs one and maybe thats the start how they (quite opposite characters) befriend/fall in love”

warnings: none

a/n: this is kind of short, sorry….

The coffee shop was packed. This was the icing on the cake of your no good, very bad, absolutely horrendous day. All you wanted was a nice hot cup of coffee and a small pastry. You had been looking forward to it all day. It was going to be the only redeeming feature that day, and now this blonde, designer purse on her arm and the scowl that said she literally didn’t care about anything else in this world, was talking to her friend that looked like her twin about the last pastry in the basket. Meaning, you weren’t going to have it.

If you weren’t enraged before, you were now.

You were more than ready for today to be over.

You needed a nap.

You needed a good cry.

You needed a hug.

The blonde ended up taking the last pastry, and the barista said there were no more, you’d have to wait thirty more minutes to get one. You waved a hand in the air, telling her to forget about it (You had a hoard of ice cream at home, you’d try that instead) and took your coffee.

You looked at the door. A group of men in business suits and sunglasses all gathered in front of the entrance, meaning it was going to be almost impossible for you to get out. Great.

You found a chair in the corner of the cafe, deicing to sit there until the crowd died down enough so you might actually be able to get through. You debated on pushing them all. You wanted to, but you didn’t want to make a scene either. That wouldn’t help anything, so you watched them, waiting for them to move and order their coffee.

“Waiting for someone?” You jumped, not expecting the smooth, low voice to come from over your shoulder.

You turned, seeing the man who spoke. He was Irish, as his accent suggested, dark hair slicked back, and he was dressed in a nice suit. He smiled at you, briefly.

You shook your head. “No, just waiting on the crowd to die down.”

He nodded, walking around the table, and gesturing to the chair across from you.

“May I have a seat?”

You knew it was dangerous to interact with strangers, but you were in a crowded coffee shop, what could go wrong?

“Of course.”

He took a  seat, putting his arms on the table in front of you and leaning forward.

It was a slightly awkward silence. You sipped your coffee a couple of times, waiting for him to start the conversation, but he never did. He only sat with you, watching the people around you, occasionally turning his gaze towards you as you took another sip of coffee. It was almost still too hot to enjoy, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Your phone going off was you saving grace, or so you thought. A text would be a nice distraction, but instead it only added to your day.

Your family was planning on coming in for the weekend, staying with you and seeing all of London’s sights. Instead, they decided they couldn’t have too many issues at home. They couldn’t afford to leave for the weekend.

You dropped your phone on the table and sighed.

“Bad news?” He asked.

“Yes, kind of.” Part of you knew you shouldn’t, but another part of you, the larger part, simple didn’t care. “I’ve had an awful day,  I made one little mistake at work and my boss yells at me like it’s the end of the world, work is hell anyway, then that happened and all my coworkers heard it and they started treating me like I had the plague, I was up to my eyelids in paperwork, none of them would help me, they just sat around the water fountain and gossiped.” You were running out of breath, and he was listening intently as you kept going. “Then this was supposed to be a nice treat for myself, but it’s crowded, someone took the last pastry that I really, really wanted and there weren’t going to be any more until half and hour later, so I said forget it because I didn’t think i was going to be here, but now I cant get out and I should have just gone ahead and bought a pastry, but now if I go get one now, it’ll take thirty minutes for me to get up there and by the time I do they’ll be gone again, and my family was supposed to come into town, I bought tickets and cleared my schedule for them.” You had no idea why you were telling a stranger all of this, but it felt great. You felt like, with every complaint, a weight was being lifted, little by little. “I even declined a date from a really cute, nice guy from work that I really, really liked, and now they’re not coming.” Towards the end of your rant, your voice got softer and he leaned in closer to be able to hear you. “And I’m telling you all this and you don’t even know my name.” You stuck a hand out over the table. “Y/f/n.”

He smiled, grabbing your hand and shaking it. “Jim.” he responded. “And it sounds like your day can only get better from here.”

“Or worse.” You mumbled. “I still have to walk home and it looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Let me call you a cab then.” He offered. “My treat, whenever you’re ready to leave.”

He smiled a little at the offer, and you weren’t going to turn it down. “Thanks.” You let out a deep breath. “It would make this nap come much faster. That’s what I need. A nap and a hug.” You voiced your needs with no intentions, yet Jim stood from the table, finding an empty space beside it, holding out his arms.

Against your better judgement, you stood and wrapped your arms around his torso as his went around your shoulders. For a moment, it felt nice and almost familiar. You fit together perfectly and you really didn’t want to let go, especially when he started swaying a little. You swore you would have fallen asleep if a pan from the back of the cafe didn’t fall, causing helf of the cafe (you included) to jump.

You released your hold on Jim and he did the same, stepping back from eachother.

“You know, you really should be careful.” He warned you. Your brows furrowed.

“Why?”

“There are pickpockets everywhere.”

A sly grin spread across his face as he handed you a waller-your wallet. You stood there, gapping at it, taking it back quickly as he chuckled and you couldn’t help a laugh yourself. He gave it back, you weren’t mad, but you checked your other pockets just to be sure.

“How did you do that?” You asked, realising nothing else was missing from your person.

“Magic.” He responded. “Let me call you that cab.” He took his phone and dialed the number. You looked down at your wallet, then looked inside it, making sure all of your cash was still there. It was, thankfully, along with a slip of paper. You took it out, seeing Jim’s name written on it, along with a phone number. You shoved it back in your wallet, trying to hide a smile.

“It’s on it’s way.” he noticed you putting the paper back in your wallet and smiled. “Call me sometime. It sounds like you’re free this weekend.”

You smiled, intrigued by him, and you nodded. “I’m sure I could pencil you in somewhere.”

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Hello I hope you are doing good 💙 I have a requests for you. Reader has a bad day and she meets Moriarty and just asks him to let her hug him because she needs one and maybe thats the start how they (quite opposite characters) befriend/fall in love

Posting it today

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Just a small note

Hi, I’m working on oneshots right now, I’ve got a lot to go through, but I wanted to let you guys know that I’m not answering the requests until I’ve posted the oneshot.

I’ve got a lot of anons requesting oneshots (not a problem at all!) and I cant tag them in the final product, but I’d like for them to know when their request has been posted. I know in the past i’ve answered them, but i’ve decided to do this instead.

I just didn’t want anyone to think I was being rude, or abandoning this blog, or ignoring their requests. I’ve got them, lovelies, I’m just waiting to answer until the one shot is posted :)