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@sherlock----imagines
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Hello All!
I know I just write imagines here, but I thought I’d give a Wordpress blog a go. It’s not imagines, but it’s a page where I write about encounters I’ve had, give advice, and answer questions people ask. It would mean a heck of a lot if you guys checked it out! Thanks so much!!
You can find it here
Let me know what you think :)
Thank you so much for adding Mycroft. :D
No problem :)
Headcanons for being Jim Moriarty's daughter?
just posted it!
Being Moriarty’s Daughter Would Include
you having the most overprotective dad out of all of your friends
you constantly yelling “Dad, I’m just going to the mall!”
and Moriarty yelling back “Take Seb with you!”
lots and lots of eye rolling
Moriarty insisting that you listen to the Bee Gees
loads of Father and Daughter dates
you being his little princess
getting literally anything you could ever want
boys being terrified of him
“Break my daughter’s heart and everyone and anything you’ve ever loved will be destroyed.”
being extra in general
Moriarty insisting that you make an entrance for family parties with music and dancing
annoying Sherlock and John together
“I’m guessing this is your...offspring”
you being the only thing he cares about
doing whatever it takes to keep you safe
Moriarty breaking down crying when he has to leave you at college
so he calls every night
and visits every weekend
until one day one of your teachers goes missing and he teaches your history class
“Where is Mr. Brent? What did you do with him?”
but letting him stay for a week because you secretly miss him
being able to tell your dad anything and everything
making him proud just by being yourself
Can you do a imagine where sherlock and the reader are dating and y/n is boxing with her brother and sherlock is worried because she didnt get any calls or texts from him john lestrade went to your house and when they saw how strong and fast you were john and lestrade we shocked and scared while sherlock is impressed
Reader x Sherlock
Sherlock was nervous after going a morning without hearing from you. He was panicked when he hadn’t heard from you by the end of the day. You were almost always on your phone, and Sherlock knew that. Ever since the two of you started dating, you made sure to check in at least a few times a day to make sure the other was doing alright. It helped calm your nerves when Sherlock went off on cases and it helped calm Sherlock’s nerves to make sure Moriarty hadn’t gotten to you. So around five o’clock Sherlock sent John and Lestrade to check up on you while Mycroft dragged him off to a case.
John drove over in a few minutes, having been over many times before. However, Lestrade was nervous and eager to meet you for the first time. “What’s she like?”
“Y/N?” John asked. Lestrade nodded and John continued. “Well, she’s kind, patient, and not quiet but not loud either. It’s a good mix for putting up with Sherlock constantly.”
“Okay,” Lestrade nodded. “Cool.”
John pulled in your driveway and hopped out of the car. Lestrade pointed at the two cars already in your driveway. “Does she have two cars?”
“No, I don’t know whose car that is.” John warily walked up to the front door. When you didn’t answer, he twisted the doorknob, surprised that it was already unlocked. He walked in and Lestrade followed closely after. “Y/N?”
The sound of punches echoed throughout your house and John and Lestrade rushed into your living room to see what was going on. When they got there, they were surprised.
“You didn’t tell me Y/N was a boxer” Lestrade stared at you in disbelief.
“I didn’t know.” John mumbled.
You smiled, “John, this is my brother Patrick. Patrick this is Sherlock’s friend John Watson.”
“Yeah, of course, I’ve heard so much about you.” Patrick smiled.
“Sherlock’s been worried sick about you.” John told you, still trying to get over you being a boxer.
“Tell him I’m sorry. My phone’s been off. Patrick’s been training with me all day.” You said, remorsefully.
“I will,” John smiled. “Glad you’re okay.”
You waved goodbye as John and Lestrade left, calling Sherlock on the way back.
“Did you see her?” Sherlock picked up on the second ring. “Is Y/N alright?”
“Yeah, mate, she’s been boxing all day.” John told him.
“Boxing?”
“Yeah.” Lestrade confirmed. “I did not think a girl her size could hit a bag so hard.”
“Really?” Sherlock sounded impressed. “Well I suppose if anyone could do it, it’s Y/N.”
“Yeah,” John agreed with him, still in shock.
“Y/N, a boxer,” Sherlock smiled, excited to talk to you about it tomorrow.
Could you perhaps Mycroft to the first date imagine?
just did :) enjoy!
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omg thank you so much this is so cute!!! and right back atcha! x
Your First Date
Sherlock
Sherlock would think long and hard about where to take you and what to do for your first date. He wanted every little detail to be planned before he picked you up at eight o’clock. So when things went wrong and you had already seen the movie he wanted to take you to, Sherlock began to panic. “Alright,” he mumbled taking your hand. “People usually enjoy food.” Sherlock pulled you out of the movie theatre and down the street before pausing and looking down at you. “You do like food, right?” You laughed and nodded yes, letting Sherlock drag you the rest of the way to the nearest fish and chips stand. He ordered for the both of you, and the two of you sat on the nearest bench. As the night continued and your fish and chips were running out, Sherlock relaxed and began to enjoy the night. The two of you spent the rest of the night walking around London, hand in hand and talking about anything that popped into your minds.
John
John’s idea of a first date was taking you to a semi-fancy restaurant and getting to know you. He wanted to get to know you, and in return he wanted you to get to know him. When John picked you up and seven sharp, he was extremely nervous and constantly made awful jokes. You laughed at them all, and by the time the two of you arrived at the restaurant the bad jokes stopped and the two of you began to exchange embarrassing stories. The two of you sat in the restaurant for a little over two hours talking, telling stories, and pushing through the awkward moments when conversation wasn’t easy. Thankfully, there weren’t many of the latter. When it was time to pay the check, John snatched it from the waiter’s hand before you had time to think. He constantly insisted that it was his treat, and was more than happy to pay. After promising him that you would pay the next bill, John smiled, happy to know that there would be a second date.
Moriarty
Jim was never good at planning first dates. He either went over the top or didn’t do enough, so he spent an entire week planning activities for the two of you. However, at the end of the week, the list of ideas was long and all across London, so he decided that the two of you could spend the day being tourists. Jim picked you up around ten in the morning, and the two of you spent the morning and afternoon wandering around London, visiting various museums, and enjoying each other’s company. Moriarty held your hand the entire time; and, as the two of you walked past a small stand playing the Bee Gee’s, Jim twirled you around before pulling you back to his chest. “Dance with me, Y/N?” He asked you. “Please? This is my favorite song.” You hastily agreed, dancing under the London sky until the Bee Gee’s were replaced by Queen. After that, Moriarty tried to argue that Queen was his second favorite band.
Mycroft
Once Mycroft got over his initial nerves and asked you out, a whole new set of nerves set in as he tried to figure out where to take you. After a long debate with himself, Mycroft decided to take you to a tea house. After all, everyone loves a good cup of tea. He picked you up in the early afternoon, and the two of you walked over to the tea house. Mycroft pulled your chair out, waiting for you to sit before taking a seat himself. When the waitress came around to take your order, Mycroft ordered your favorite tea along with his. At first he was shy, but the longer the two of you talked, the more he opened up. By the end of your first date Mycroft was smitten, and you could easily see yourself falling for him.
Hey i was wondering if you could help me settle a debate concerning Sherlock's hair: Which side does he part his hair on,the right or the left? I hope you have a great day/night :)
I think that he parts his hair to the right...but I could be wrong. And same to you!! x
"Jim, Kyle. Kyle, Jim," you introduced, watching them shake hands. "So you're the one Y/N has told me so much about." Jim gave your boyfriend a tight smile. "Pleasure." "Right back at you!" Kyle laughed and grabbed your hand. He looked over at you, "Babe, my parents just got here." You saw them and waved before looking over at Jim. "I'll be right back." As the two of you walked away, Jim's smile morphed into an annoyed look. He pulled out his phone and walked over to the corner, where no one could hear him. "Seb, I have your next target." With that, Jim hung up, happy that your moron of a boyfriend would no longer be a problem.
Sherlock: There is a perfectly good explanation for this that doesn't involve make believe monsters. John: Like what? Sherlock: It's probably a power surge. John: Sherlock, I think now's a good time to start believing in the make believe.
are you still working on requests?
Yes I am, slowly but surely. x
Do you do child reader imagines?
I've never done any before, but I can sure as heck try!
Can I request a short fluff story of Sherlock falling in love with a very sassy actress who seems to rival his intelligence and deduction skills?
Reader x Sherlock
“Know it all.”
“Egotistical maniac.”
“Smartass.”
“Brat.”
The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. “Sherlock, good to see you again.”
Sherlock grinned, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I brought you a case.”
You untangled yourself from his embrace and jumped up and down in excitement. As much as you loved being an actress, you would give it all up to work on cases with Sherlock. “Too hard for you to solve?”
“Don’t make me laugh,” Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat down in your dressing room. “I needed to bounce ideas off of someone that’s half as smart as I am.”
“Half as smart? Don’t make me laugh, Sherlock. My IQ is only a point below yours.” You took a seat down next to Sherlock.
Although it felt as if you knew Sherlock for a lifetime, the two of you only met around three months ago. Sherlock was sitting on a bench at Two AM trying to solve a case, and you were going through an existential crisis. The two of you met, solved the case, and had been inseparable ever since. You were convinced that you were half in love with him by the time the sun came up that day.
“It just doesn’t make sense,” Sherlock showed you the picture. “These words don’t translate into any language.”
You grabbed the picture from Sherlock and stared at it. A small smirk forced it’s way onto your face. “That’s because it’s not a language.”
“Excuse me?” Sherlock looked over at you.
“In ancient civilizations, their numbers were different from ours. Each number was represented by how many flat sides it had.” You explained.
“This isn’t a message, it’s coordinates.” Sherlock mumbled.
“Exactly.” You looked over at him smiling, only to find that he was already looking at you. “Anything else?”
“Be my girlfriend?” Sherlock asked, his eyes never leaving yours.
“About time you asked.” Your smile grew.
“Can I pick you up tomorrow at Eight?” He murmured.
“Sounds great.” You nodded.
Sherlock leaned in and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “That’s all.”
With one final kiss goodbye, Sherlock walked out of your dressing room, leaving you thoughts of what tomorrow night would bring.
Can you do a thing where the Holmes brothers, John, and Moriarty react to meeting a descendant of H. H. Holmes aka Herman Webster Mudgett the first American serial killer? (True story my friend can see the resemblance... It's creepy.)
Just posted it :) Enjoy!
Meeting a Descendent of H.H. Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock: H.H. Holmes? The serial killer?
Y/N: That’s the one.
Sherlock: Great, because one Jim Moriarty wasn’t enough.
Y/N: Who’s Jim Moriarty?
Sherlock: You don’t know him? Good, let’s keep it that way.
John Watson
John: So your descendant was a serial killer from Chicago?
Y/N: Yeah, pretty much.
John: How interesting, say, have you tried these chips yet? They’re absolutely incredible.
Mycroft Holmes
Y/N: I’m-
Mycroft: Y/N, a descendant of H.H. Holmes, a serial killer from Chicago during the World Fair. Yes, I know. I’ve been tracking you since you came to London.
Y/N, sarcastically: It’s so nice to meet you.
Jim Moriarty
Jim: So your descendant is a famous serial killer?
Y/N: Yup?
Jim: Would you like to go out to dinner sometime? Maybe I can run some plans by you.
Y/N: Plans? What sort of plans?
Jim: Business.
Y/N: Oh sorry, I’m actually in journalism, not business.
Jim, wrapping his arm around your shoulders: Well, I think you’d be very good in business.
I love your blog and was wondering if you could do a Sherlock x Reader where the reader is doing her makeup and Sherlock comes into the room and sees her tearing up but she accidentally poked herself with a makeup/mascara brush. Thank you!
Reader x Sherlock
You snapped your eye shut as a string of curse words left your mouth. It was too early, you thought, too bloody early. You capped your mascara and grabbed a tissue, wiping the tears and excess mascara away from your eye.
“Y/N,” Sherlock knocked on the bathroom door before coming in. When he saw your tears, he rushed over to you in a panic. “Y/N, darling, why are you crying?”
“Well-” Sherlock cut you off before you had time to answer.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Y/N. With or without makeup. You shouldn’t let others get you down.” Sherlock pulled you into his embrace. “You’re perfect. I wouldn’t want to change anything about you and you shouldn’t either.”
“Sherlock,” You began, but he cut you off once more.
“Who told you that you weren’t good enough? I swear, I’ll give them a piece of my mind.” Sherlock held you tighter.
“Sherlock!” You all but screamed, gaining the detective’s attention. Letting out a deep sigh, you muttered, “I just bloody stabbed myself in the eye with a mascara wand.”
Sherlock let out a hearty laugh and let go of you before standing up. “Y/N, you’re the clumsiest person I know.”
As Sherlock began walking out of the bathroom, you stood up and screamed, “Thanks Sherlock, that’s great.”
You grabbed another tissue and continued to wipe the tears and mascara away from your poor, red eye.