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3rd July

One shot requests!!

At that place are some requests we've gotten so far. They are really different and good to start writing new imagines! Feel free to ship requests and we put them up hither!!

• "Imagine Sherlock using the science of deduction.

• "Imagine Sherlock asking you for a appointment."

• "Imagine solving a law-breaking with Sherlock and Watson."

• "Imagine beingness 1 of Sherlock's client."

• "Imagine getting drunk with Sherlock and John Watson."

• "Imagine Sherlock accidentally brushing Johns hand and blushing like mad."
• "Imagine Sherlock is wrapped up in his work and is in desperate need of a haircut, but doesn't want i. John decided to brand him i.

• A one shot about the reader being all grumpy during her period and Sherlock trying to comfort her but he gets all awkward most it.
• A one shot, where Sherlock is nearly killed and it's the beginning time Mycroft acts similar a blood brother towards him.
• Ane shot, where Mycroft is in hospital (possibly after getting shot while on a instance with Sherlock?)
• Imagine Jim and you live together and he like comes home late and he's upset over something and the girl tries to brand him feel better.
•  The girl is feeling insecure and Jim basically becomes a big squishy brawl and makes her experience better.
• Imagine Sherlock figuring out that you cocky harm and he tin can't effigy out why you would practise that and he takes care of you.

  Kaitlyn and Anita ;)

1st July

Bearding

Where exercise I view the 1 shots ppl write??

On the front page, if you scroll down a picayune bit.

29th June

Anonymous

Imagine request:))) Sherlock is wrapped upwardly in his work and is in desperate need of a haircut, just doesn't want one!John makes him though:P

That'south very cute, so everybody, come to write i shots!! :)

24th June

"The girl is feeling insecure and Jim basically becomes a big squishy ball and makes her feel better."

Author: i-write-sins-not-trenzalore

One shot:

You were alone, although it wasn't uncommon that yous ended upwardly this way. "We but don't desire you to get injure," John had said, placing a calloused hand on your human knee before he and Sherlock walked out the door. Yous proceeded to glare at that door in frustration, your chin on your knees and your feet cornered in the border of the chair.

Y'all sat like that for quite a long time, although you couldn't proceed rails of the minutes that slipped by. You couldn't encounter the clock on the wall from your angle and your prison cell phone had gone missing that morning. In fact, Sherlock and John helped y'all search for it before they left you lot, and when the great Sherlock Holmes tin can't find a uncomplicated telephone, there's got to be something wrong.

It kind of was your fault, anyway. If you had just put it by the couch like always, that probably wouldn't have happened. Yous don't even remember where y'all put it, honestly. "Stupid," y'all idea aloud.

"Pardon me?" an all likewise familiar voice echoed from behind y'all. You leapt from the chair, grabbing John's gun from the coffee table as you lot went. You lot pivoted with the speed of an assassin, pointing the gun directly at the face of none other than Jim Moriarty.

You lot had met him twice before, and both times he guaranteed your safety. You knew fully that he was a unsafe man, he had almost killed John. Yet he never laid a manus on you. Although Sherlock said never to trust him, he felt as though he was the blazon of human being who sticks to his promises.

 "Too bad it's unloaded," Jim mumbled, gesturing toward the gun in your hands. Your eyes widened, and y'all quickly opened upwardly the handgun to discover that he was correct.

 "How did you go in here?" y'all said, throwing the useless gun back on the tabular array. Jim smiled, straightening out the lapels of his adapt jacket. "You accept to leave some things to the imagination, dear," he replied, "or else nothing is quite equally fun."

"This isn't fucking fun, Jim," you lot growled through your teeth, "why the hell are you here?" He walked toward you, and you began walking away at the same speed until you lot hitting the door. He leaned into you, still never touching you and whispered, "Effigy it out."

He quickly walked backwards before you could shove him away, leaving yous pressed against the door. You felt paralyzed by his presence; his dominance over y'all didn't even require touch. He was merely that intimidating.

"I heard you say the word 'stupid' out of absolutely nowhere," he said from backside the chair you in one case sabbatum in, his hands backside his back, "and I didn't call up you were the type of person to employ such an immature term. You seem more sophisticated than that. That's why I like you."

He strolled around the chair before plopping down in it. "And then why would yous lower yourself in lodge to utilise that term when information technology's directed at no one?" He brought his easily together, his fingertips grazing one another before bringing them upwardly to his oral cavity.

"I'm stupid," you said, slipping downwards the door so y'all were sitting on the floor, "That's why I said information technology." His hands brutal and he leaned forrard, keeping eye contact with you.

"Explicate yourself," he said.

"Well, I lost my jail cell phone, which seems like a stupid matter to become upset over, just Sherlock couldn't even detect information technology, and he looked at me like I was incompetent because of information technology. He looks downwards upon me all the time, and I judge he has the right to, but it doesn't get in feel better. And John and Sherlock are working a instance right now and they never allow me leave the flat. They make me do enquiry, only they think I'm incapable of working outside, which I guess is true. I'one thousand e'er scared. I'm always anxious over something. And I'm stupid," you said, seeming to flare-up at the seams. A devious tear brutal down your face, and yous speedily swiped it away. "I'm sad," y'all choked.

Jim stood upward and took off his jacket, leaving but a white collared shirt draped over his torso. He threw information technology on the arm of the chair every bit he walked to you. He had something in his eyes, something you hadn't seen in him before. You couldn't quite recognize it, but you could experience his reigns on you loosen immensely as he gently leaned downward and picked yous up off the ground. The cheat of your knees vicious right on his right arm, and the bend of your back on his left. He sauntered slowly to the couch; the one straight under the neon xanthous smiley face spray painted on the wall, and placed you at that place. He sat adjacent to your legs as yous allow yourself weep.

"I just want to go domicile," you said in between tears. Jim stared at y'all, that something still stirring in his eyes. He turned in towards you and laid downward, his head falling right beneath your chin.

"They don't deserve to make you experience this manner," he said softly, "they know nada. They don't realize exactly what they've got."

You grabbed his collar and used him to elevate yourself downwards, and you curled yourself into his torso, still clutching his shirt. "They're so much smarter than me," you murmured.

"No they're not," Jim replied, "Sherlock is ordinary, and he just makes himself look like a god. Sherlock just uses John for his socialization skills, non for his intelligence. Y'all're more intuitive than the two of them put together. I could see that the first fourth dimension I saw y'all, and I call back Sherlock did as well. They're just protective, that'southward all. They don't want you to outsmart them."

Jim kissed the top of your caput, and yous felt yourself shutting down. "Y'all can sleep, love," he whispered, "You can go to sleep." And slowly, you did drift into a sleep, Jim'south mouth buried in your pilus, your mitt grasping his shirt like he was the only matter you had.

When you woke up, he was gone, although y'all didn't expect him to stay. His cologne lingered on your skin, and yous decided it would be a proficient thought to shower earlier the boys got habitation.

You saturday upwardly and began walking to the bathroom when you saw a light flash from the armchair. You nearly ran to it and picked up what you lot knew must be your cell phone. Y'all had 1 new bulletin.

Y'all're welcome.

Jim Moriarty x.

14th June

Anonymous

Imagine reader (female) being in a sexual/long term relationship with Irene Adler, and ane day you tell her you don't like her being 'involved' with other people - despite it being her piece of work. Then you lot break upwards for a while, because she's non gear up to surrender her life just similar that and she still wants to feel in power, to hide her insecurity. But six months later on she comes to your flat and you make upward and have really kinky sex.

REQUEST PEOPLE!!!

1st June

Anonymous

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Aye, the more you lot reblog, the better take chances you take :) we thought that nigh 500 to 700 is enough.

31st May

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31st May

"Don't you dare."

Writer: sheetalbeetlee

Self-Harm ane-shot and Sherlock takes care of yous.

Author's word: In this scenario you are John'south sister (Sherlock's age) TRIGGER Alert SherlockxReader

One shot:

Sherlock's POV

I wrapped my purple silk gown effectually my toasty body and gathered the force to walk out of my bedroom door and exist Sherlock Holmes. Information technology's amusing to see how people waste their times on writing articles near a genius who solves almost every unmarried case he receives. My roommate John is a hopeless romantic but his sister is something else,  y/n. She moved in with John when I went missing for ii years and she's been here since, I don't know what it is only I feel some sort of magnetic strength betwixt her and I which makes me experience like I'chiliad being dragged towards her and I don't quite understand it.

I walk to the bath and I encounter y/n run out apace with her eyes blood shot-carmine, tears… nearly 10.three seconds fresh but her cheeks indicate more than dry tears. "Yous alright, y/north?"  Her head jerks towards me and its insulting to run into her endeavour to lie to me just I pretend to be … ignorant to the situation.
"Yeah I'm fine, just uhm… thinking of mum and dad today… information technology is their death anniversary and John's at piece of work and then I feel sort of alone but don't worry about annihilation, okay" she gives me a smiling which makes my heart beat exhilarate past 2x and I jolted my head to the mirror to check the final sign I was dreading. My pupils were dilated. I sighed and reminded myself that sentiment is a chemical defect; sentiment is a chemical defect, SENTIMENT IS A CHEMICAL DEFECT. I await up and see y/northward sitting on her chair with her arms held together and tears flowing so I decided to go freshen up and see what I can exercise… what have the Watsons done to me?

Your POV

I woke up feeling similar shit and disgusted, generally because of the fact that four years ago my parents died in a automobile crashed and I fucking survived. John was in the regular army and so he knew cipher until he sent me a letter on how he couldn't contact our deceased parents, even though he wasn't a soldier (though he thinks he is) being a doctor is as stressful and the last affair he needed was more stress and an extra burden. I got out of bed and trapped myself in the bathroom, information technology's 9:00am and Sherlock wouldn't exist up for another 2 hours or and then. Therefore I did what I always do when I'1000 feeling this emotion… I bottle up the dragon and feed it acid and then I unleash information technology onto myself. I take hold of the razor I hold so dear and vertically dig into my wrist 3 times and I watch it bleed. There was no promise in controlling the tear so I allow them puddle at my anxiety hoping it would wash away the guilt my body was feeling.
I heard shuffling and groaning from the room next door, Sherlock's. I chop-chop tidied upwardly, throwing tissues, hiding my blade, wiping claret and most importantly putting a sweater on and when I leave Sherlock is right in front end of me scanning me, deducing me.

Sherlock'south POV

I entered the bathroom and information technology looked different, my eyes scanned the sink and I plant traces of wiped blood side by side,  the trash can is covered with un-used tissue so I pulled out all the unused tissue and found blood soaked ones instead.  I look to the cabinet and run across information technology slightly opened so I check to see what'southward changed inside, bandages misplaced then there was a shiny object that defenseless the corner of my eye via the mirror. It seemed to exist hidden nether the toilet; it was a razor blade that was stained with fresh blood. I put all the pieces together, the blood, bandages, the blitz, the bract and most importantly y/north. My center dropped when I figured out what I idea she did. I exited the bathroom and saw her sitting in the aforementioned identify. I swallowed the lump in my pharynx and saturday next to her grabbing her hand. Panic was printed all over her face as she didn't know what to do.

"Y/N let me look at it please" She moved her head away from my middle-sight, similar she felt ashamed. I pulled upwardly her sleeves and saw 3, symmetrical, vertical and deep cuts.  I didn't understand and I hate not understanding! She's beautiful, funny, has John and she'south definitely smarter than him so "why" I both thought and said out loud.
She looked at me with agony in her optics "Considering Sherlock because… Information technology'Southward BEEN 4 YEARS! iv! I was in that motorcar, I was playing the music and my mum was sniffing the rose my dad had just bought her and information technology feels like it was yesterday whenever this dreadful twenty-four hours comes around but it was 4 years ago. The fact that information technology'southward her birthday makes information technology worse, I CANT CELEBRATE MY MUMS FUCKING BIRTHDAY WITHOUT WANTING TO Impale MY SELF" She looks at me for an answer and I have nothing to give to her.
"Have you always lost someone Sherlock? Ever felt your eye getting ripped out of chest and being shown in front end of you as you slowly and painfully die merely death never comes. It would've been ameliorate if I died, then I wouldn't exist feeling what I experience correct now" Those words honestly shocked me, a life without y/due north would be… indescribable. I articulate my pharynx and manage to swallow the lump forming in my throat "I haven't felt what y'all've felt, y/n. Simply know this if you were to requite up on me or John and leave u.s.a. in this cursed past god world I… I mean 'we' wouldn't know how to survive." I wipe her tears away and grab the first help kit and make clean her wound. "y/due north y'all tin't leave me…. Y'all can't! I need yous so much you don't know! Your smile in the morning is what kicks off my twenty-four hour period and your horrible jokes that you transport me throughout the day makes me feel special considering you only send them to me… I tin't practice this without you and John would probably have to be put in a coma because the thought of losing his whole family would kill him"

Your POV

 "y/due north yous can't go out me…. You can't! I demand y'all so much you don't know! Your smile in the morning is what kicks off my mean solar day and your horrible jokes that you send me throughout the 24-hour interval makes me feel special because y'all merely ship them to me… I can't do this without yous and John would probably have to exist put in a coma because the thought of losing his whole family would kill him" I look at Sherlock and see this whole new side of him… a humane side. "Sherlo-"before I could say anything he close me upwards. "Please, I beg you, DO Not Ever DO THIS Once more! Hope ME At present Y/N" His eyes crimson with either sadness or acrimony and at this moment it could be either or both.

"I hope."

He nods and pulls me towards him as he lays dorsum into the couch with me on his chest.

Sherlocks POV

I pull her down with her caput on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. "Shhhh y/n, sleep just sleep! Everything will be better tomorrow… it'll be a fresh new start" I saw her close her eyes slowly and her animate became heavier. "I honey you" I patted her head and kissed it. I may be out of my comfort zone just she means more than my own comfort.

Your POV

"I love yous" I smile every bit the concluding words I heard were the well-nigh soothing and surprising thing Sherlock has always said… happy birthday, Mum.

1st May

Imagine being Sherlock's customer.

Writer: nature-minded

One shot:

And then this was it. This is the famous 221B Baker street. Yous standed in front of the green door, not knowing, whether to knock or non. You standed there for a while and finally knocked. A nice old lady came to the door and introduced herself every bit mrs. Hudson. You walked upstairs, mrs. Hudson knocked on the other door and there was a man. You knew right away information technology was dr. John Watson.

"Oh, of course," he said, "how-do-you-do, I'm John Watson."

You shook his hand.

"Prissy to encounter you, I'm Y/N."

John invited you in and you sat on a chair.

"So, Y/Due north, talk to me."

You hesitated.

"Well, the matter is… my brother is missing.

"BORING!" someone yelled from the other room.

You knew that was Sherlock Holmes. Your example was too boring for him, information technology was.

"Excuse me," said John.

He standed upwards and went to the other room.

"Sherlock, please, don't be such a drama queen. Life is not a blossom all the time," John whispered.

"A drama queen? What do yous hateful by drama queen?"

"Oh, terminate it, Sherlock. A chip respect would exist expert. Hear her out. Information technology might become interesting."

"I doubt it."

John rolled his eyes and returned to you.

"Sorry," he said, "deport on."

"Okay, well, actually to exist honest. My blood brother has been missing past 2 years, simply…" you hesitated.

Of a sudden Sherlock walked out of his room. He stopped and just stared at you for a second. Then he headed to the kitchen.

"But the thing is… I… I know information technology sounds crazy, but I saw him yesterday…"

Sherlock ran tumbling back to the living room. John's eyes widened and the next moment you knew they idea y'all were admittedly insane.

"I'g not crazy. I have proof. He texted me."

"It's possible. Possibly he's not dead and came dorsum?" Sherlock asked.

"But the police force said he'southward de…"

"Never trust the police. These bunch of dumbasses know cypher."

"Yeah, but in that location is one more affair. The law institute his leg in the forest. They guaranteed it was his leg!"

Sherlock sat downwards, thinking.

"Interesting."

John smiled and nodded to you.

Suddenly Sherlock hopped up and grabbed his coat.

"The game is on! We take work to practise. John, go dressed and miss, follow me," he smiled.

So it was an interesting case to Sherlock Holmes after all.

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