Mycroft x Reader (one-shot) by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader (one-shot)
“Up! Now!” You groaned into your pillow and looked over at your clock with squinted eyes. It was 2:15pm and to be honest you had no intention of getting up today, you were going to stay in bed and sleep because you couldn’t sleep last night and you’d quite frankly had enough of everything and there was just no point. “(Y/n) I’m not going to tell you again. Get out of bed, now!”
“No, you can’t tell me what to do with my life, go away.” You grumbled putting your duvet over your head.
“Don’t make me order you.” You lifted your arm from under the duvet and held it up
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 9 by Mauling-Savage-Sith, literature
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My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 9
You watched the sleek, black car pull up outside Speedy’s Café, looking very juxtaposed with its extravagance next to the standard appearance of the café. Jim stepped out of the car, dressed in a navy blue pinstriped suit with a tie to match. His face lit up as he saw you, and he skipped over to greet you after dismissing his transport. “I thought I said casual,” you say as he approached you, motioning to his attire. It made you feel a little ridiculous, him dressed in a suit whereas you were in your favourite jeans, black studded Converse and a black tank top.
“This is casual, blue is considered a casua
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 7 by Mauling-Savage-Sith, literature
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My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 7
3am, time to get up. You opened your eyes quickly and sat bolt upright on the couch, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Yawning, you stood, smirking at the fact that your body clock had woken you up precisely when you needed to. Still dressed in your attire from the date, you glided effortlessly through the main room and into the bathroom, even though it was pitch-black. You had selective photographic memory, meaning that you could remember the appearance of anything you wanted, providing you found it meaningful.
Closing the bathroom door softly, you removed your clothes a jumped into the shower, sighing as you breathed in the steam. After alm
Delicious- Mycroft x Reader EASTER SUNDAY SPECIAL by Mauling-Savage-Sith, literature
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Delicious- Mycroft x Reader EASTER SUNDAY SPECIAL
“Oh dear,” you hummed breathily as some melted chocolate from a chocolate-covered strawberry fell on your chest. “It would appear that chocolate has fallen on my chest. That’s a shame, isn’t it Mycroft?”
You watched your “romantic acquaintance” as he put it; shift uncomfortably as you drew his attention to your chest that you stuck out purposefully, flicking his gaze from your face to your chest rapidly as he stuttered, “Q-quite.”
Smothering a grin, you called from your position from the couch, “Oh Sherrrrly! Could you be a dear and fetch a moist towel for me, I have gotten m
Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 12 by TheBeethatHums, literature
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Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 12
John jumped when you sprang up and started frantically rearranging things on the wall, mumbling something indiscernible before leaping over the coffee table as you exclaimed, “Go put on a blazer, John. We’re going to dinner.”
“No,” he huffed, still a bit cross with you, and you froze, “What?”
“I said no.”
“Why not? It’s not like you have other plans.”
“You didn’t even ask.”
“Oh come on, John. I can tell you don’t have a date… you were just going to make instant noodles and watch Connie Prince reruns.”
He puffed out his lip
Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 8 by TheBeethatHums, literature
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Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 8
You practically fell down the stairs just as John was wishing his date a final good night, grabbing the door and flinging it open so you could pull the women inside by her upper arm, “Did you kiss her?”
Mrs. Hudson popped her head out of her apartment to see what all the noise was about and you snapped, “Back inside Mrs. H.”
She disappeared quickly, knowing better than to question you, and John floundered, wondering what the hell had gotten into you. To any sane person, including John, this looked like a rather violent fit of jealousy as you pinned his date to the wall and demanded again, “John, Did you kiss he
Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 4 by TheBeethatHums, literature
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Home- BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 4
A Set Back
I haven’t seen (F/n) since Mycroft came to visit and that was nearly a week ago. I know she’s been out of his room since she sometimes cooks and leaves me a plate or the shower is wet from someone using it recently but it seems she’s careful not to do so when I’m around. I think it’s finally sinking in for her that he’s gone. A couple of times I went to check on her and heard her crying through the door… I know she doesn’t want to see me or anyone but I wish there was something I could do. She seems nice enough and I hardly think she deserves all this- none of us did.
I’m not
Precious (John Watson x reader) by Caligo-Loki-Love, literature
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Precious (John Watson x reader)
"There you go. Easy, (Name). Breathe with me. We're almost there," John muttered against your bare shoulder, hands on your hips. He could feel every shudder and strain as you pushed. A small whimper was your response, face scrunched up in pain.
"Just one more. You're doing fantastic Mrs Watson." The midwife said, Danielle? You couldn't quite remember her name.
The burning was unbearable, a yell tearing through the peaceful setting John had prepared in the flat. And just like that, relief washed over you, your arms nearly collapsing from holding up your weight.
"It's a girl. A healthy little girl."
John pressed multiple kisses to your ch
A Start (BBC Watson x Reader- One Shot) by TheBeethatHums, literature
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A Start (BBC Watson x Reader- One Shot)
You got ready for the day, smiling at the rain outside as you tugged a thick scarf around your neck and a jacket around your frame. It was the perfect day for a walk in the park near your new flat with the rain heavy enough that most people sought shelter indoors but light enough that it wouldn’t drench you, leaving the streets pleasantly empty. You grabbed your polka dotted umbrella from the stand by the door, your hand relishing the familiar smoothness of its curved handle, and then left the flat at an elated skip.
The park was exactly as you’d hoped it would be- empty save for one or two people here and there going about their