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BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 25- Experiment Gone Bad

Arriving back at 221B, your Sherlock-like behavior continued when you swiftly left the cab as it slowed and left John to pay the driver. He found the apartment door left wide open and you pacing in front of the couch were Sherlock was lying in his thinking position, unaware of your arrival and current state. You scowled and waved your hand every few seconds as if dismissing something and then abruptly stopped and flopped down into Sherlock’s chair, bringing your knees up to you and then lacing your fingers together to press them to your nose in your own thinking position. John ran a hand through his hair. That was definitely new. Now

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BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 24- Confused

You set up next to where he’d been throwing at the cork to throw your own knives at the wood covered half of the wall. You threw both skillfully one after the other, varying the angle of your throw so they hit the wall with one blade vertical and one horizontal. John watched you do so. You looked so graceful, holding yourself like a dancer as your body moved in one fluid and smooth motion to get the knife to it’s destination. When you were done you gave a little stretch to the ceiling revealing a small patch of skin at your hips and then pushed all your hair back away from your face with both hands. If your back hadn’t bee

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BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 39- Assurances

You came to on the couch back in the flat, blinking at the ceiling a few times before looking down to find John sitting on the floor next to you asleep, his head resting on your thigh. You fixed his hair fondly, running your fingers through the short locks to straighten where it stuck out. Sherlock came into the room and you held a finger to your lips so he wouldn’t say anything to wake the obviously exhausted man and then you carefully swapped the leg he was laying on with a pillow that Sherlock quickly handed you. You pressed a quick kiss to John’s temple as you placed a nearby blanket over him and then motioned for Sherlock to

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Oneword: Rainy

Mycroft stepped out of the car and headed in to the meeting he'd been looking forward to all week long, giving a little whistle as he twirled his umbrella in one hand. Only when he was alone, or sometimes with Anthea, did he ever let loose and show a bit of the emotions brewing under the thick layer of ice he held as his well-known facade. Those who were closest to him could sometimes read below it, if they were observant enough to pay mind to his umbrella. The grip he had on it could occasionally belie his state of being; a tight grip at the crook of the curve was worry or impatience, a loose trail along the handle with the fingertips was re

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Oneword: Exquisite

Mycroft stood from John's armchair as he prepared himself to leave, confident that he had Sherlock's assistance. As a final gratuity for cooperation, he reached into his coat pocket and slid out a glossy piece of paper, holding a gentle crease down its middle as he handed it out to his younger brother. "It's a voucher for two," he explained, "It covers three courses plus drinks, but expires before I'll have an opening to use it." He smiled grimly as Sherlock gingerly plucked it from his grasp. "Now that you and John are running on nearly the same schedule, I'm sure you'll find time to make a visit." Sherlock examined the voucher, unfamiliar

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Oneword: Entree

Greg tried to keep his head down as he stole glances around the restaurant. "I still can't believe you've brought me here," he hissed, "I've never even laid eyes on this part of town… There aren't even any crimes here!" After a bit he stopped and nearly ducked under the table, his face burning beet red. "Shit, is that the Chief?" Mycroft glanced in that direction. "Of course it is, Chief O'Brien frequents this facility on the weekends. Now if you'll concentrate," he sighs, tugging on Greg's elbow patch, "Our waiter will be interrogating us in three minutes and thirty seconds, and I'd prefer it if you were prepared to place an order." G

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Doesn't Make Sense 11th/Reader/BBCSherlock+Watson

People swapped coffee's for iced smoothies as the baking sun let out a glistening shine over the park. Children bounced in their uniforms, swinging on the swings and leaving their moms to gossip. ____ felt her skin slick with layers of her sweat, three shirt buttons popped, sleeves rolled up and brow mopped. Clouds left the sun to take centre stage, threatening to warp the windows into liquid. Cars raced with their windows rolled down as far as possible, dog's tongues flapping in the wind. Another day, another dollar. Barbeques grilled, filling the aroma of steaks and fresh meat, leaving ______ a starving mess. Call it magic Call it truth

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All of the Stars Matt Smith x Reader

"You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful." __________________________________________________________________________________________ The hospital held the ward of girls diagnosed with cancer, some with a thick length of hair, other already balding. Your hair was gone, just a black beanie over your head. A smile never accompanied you, just a poker face that never shattered and a heart of steel. The girls giggled as they blasted some pop music, you tucked your buds into your ears and let some soft music take you away as you drew some pictures for your hero, Matt Smith. He was a friend of yours, always keeping an eye

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The Passing Blind 11/Reader

Passing teens laughed at you, making a smug remark every now and then, urging you to give then a piece of your mind. Chibi, your Labrador, paused at your feet, messaging you to stop. "Thanks boy." A buzz rang, signalling end of school. You felt for your books and clamped them to your chest. Gallifrey didn't really like human animals, but you were an exception. Chibi sniffed his way along the road to your house, the sub was stretched across your skin. You always wondered what Gallifrey looked like, it wad known as beautiful. The smell was of hazelnut, warmth and maple. Chibi scratched on your blue door, and it swung open, he led you in. Your

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(Sherlock Holmes x Reader) Human Error

human error It happens. You answer wrongly to a question. Deduct something that isn’t there. Misread a sentence. Fall in love. All of them. Errors. Errors only exist in the sanctuary of the human mind, something plain and stupid as that muscle of nerve endings, and the things that Sherlock Holmes never comprehended. These were things that he considered irrelevant. Delete Irrelevant as the way your name rolled evenly through his mind and off his tongue. Irrelevant like the possessive nature he gained around you. How he bit at his cheek when Lestrade looked at you funny or when you were flirted with by the bar-keep. Irrelevant as the

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(Sherlock Holmes x Reader) Trust

“Sherlock?” you ask walking into the upper-flat of 221b Baker Street. It’s the smell of blood that hits you first, the burn of hydrochloric acid and the dust floating absentmindedly in the sheets of yellow light. You knew this place, you knew Mrs Hudson would clean it out tonight with a frown, complaining about being their house keeper. Both John and Sherlock looking at her with fond smiles. “You aren’t our house keeper.” Sherlock would sigh, although he used the sentence with a large amount of endearment for his land lady who would move heaven and earth for them. “Sherlock?” you ask again.

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(John Watson x Reader) Superheros.

You walk up the stairs listening to the happy squeals and cries of your little boy Joseph. You had to do an overnighter at the local veterinary practise you worked in and being a single mum you had no one to watch Joseph. John volunteered though, he noticed your circling of babysitters in the newspaper last time he came for dinner. And he offered to look after him. With John offering and Joseph’s “please Mummy?” you really stood no chance. But walking up the stairs to 221b Josephs adorable squeals ensured you had made the right decision. You knock impatiently. John answers beckoning you in with a grin. Sherlock was pulling

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Belated Valentines: Mycroft x Reader

February 14th had been and gone with no card from your boyfriend. Not that it was a surprise to you that he forgot or completely ignored the date; to him it was just another day. But deep down part of you wanted him to recognise that the day was special to you even if he thought it was stupid. At the same time you knew missing out on certain celebrations was just part of dating Mycroft Holmes. You pushed your key into the lock and opened the door the Mycroft’s impressive London home. “Mycroft I’m home.” You highly doubted that he would be in but it felt courteous to announce your arrival. Silence met your ears as yo

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Sherlock-x-Reader: Somebody Loves You

:bulletblue: Sherlock-x-Reader: Somebody Loves You :bulletblue: It was cold. Bitterly frozen winds wiped about the streets of London, accurately marking the time of year as the dead of winter. And yet, it wasn't because of the January weather that you felt cold. But rather what was currently happening to you on the inside. Too much pain, too much confusion. . . Too much life. You stood silently on the edge of a large bridge- which one it was you couldn't say- and felt the wind rapidly gush through your (h/l) hair. You had come here mainly to think- as you usually did when things in your life got rough- but tonight was different than usua

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Hemophilia (BBC Sherlock x Shy!Reader)

You adjusted the glasses on your nose and leaned in to look through the microscope again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pulled them off completely, microscopes are not particularly friendly to those with glasses and in truth you really only needed them when you were tired. The slide with blood came through clearly this time and you scribbled some notes on a pad next to you. You were the top forensic blood spatter analyst in the UK and it kept you rather busy and alone most of the time. Honestly that was how you preferred it, the living were cruel and overly complex and the dead were quiet and, frankly, simple. When your jazzy ringtone

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Sherlock x Reader: Chapter 3: Lies and Logic

Chapter 3: Lies and Logic You arrived at the crime scene; the victim lay on the ground of a back ally way. It was a woman, with long blonde hair. You approximated that she was a young woman, who was recently engaged but the ring was gone, noticeable by the tan line. This also indicated that she had gone through a break up; or it was stolen when she was killed. "The cause of death was the strangulation," you heard someone say not listening but noticing the strangulation marks around the neck. Her upper left arm had been grazed, probably after being pushed out of a car when disposing the body. "This is the third victim," you said to Sherlock

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A Shot in the Dark Pt. 1 (Sherlock x Reader)

The reader is having a bad depressive episode in a public toilets, when they find a number scrawled on the wall of the toilet cubicle. They ring said number for help, not knowing that they had rung Sherlock Holmes for help with their suicidal thoughts. This contains the ensuing conversation. The reader is genderless. Your speech is written normally. Sherlock’s speech is written in italics. “...Hello?” “Who’s this?” “Um, you don’t know me, I just-” “Who’s speaking?” “Who are you?” “You don’t know?” “I’m sorry, I just found

i'll taste the sky (and feel alive again)

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Published: Mar 9, 2016

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Art sure is therapeutic

and so is great music. No wonder I'm becoming a music therapist!

Song lyrics are from Owl City's "Vanilla Twilight"
Sheet music is Georg Telemann's "Fantasia 2" for flute
The music I have on my phone is my friend Krook's "Lights" (on his SoundCloud here!)

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Canon

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Canon PowerShot SX510 HS

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4 mm