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Hello Detective (Sherlock) Chapter 50

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You shoved the note into your pocket and pushed your way past John and down the stairs. He called after you, but you didn’t stop. You left 221B, knowing that it could possibly be your last time there. It began to rain as you walked down the street, and you thought about popping into your own flat around the corner but decided against it. Like everything, it would just remind you of him.

You wandered around London in the rain, your wet hair sticking to your face. You noticed the strange looks you were getting from people walking by, but you didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care how you looked, you were broken inside so what use was it not being broken on the outside.

You found yourself in front of a familiar door, ringing the bell. You didn’t know who else to turn to, but you knew someone who might understand, even a little.

The door was tugged open quickly.

“Y/N, my God get in here, you’re soaking wet!” Lestrade said, pulling you out of the rain. He was clearly surprised to see you. He took your coak, but your wet clothes clung to your body. He frowned when he saw your lips had a blue tint. He wrapped a towel around your shoulders. You looked up to him, you still hadn’t said a word. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as a tear streamed down your check.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N.” He said, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

‘It’s not though, it’s not going to be okay, Greg. Nothing will ever be the same.” You said, pulling back.

“It will just take time, trust me. You can come back to work when you’re ready, things can go back to normal.” Greg said.

“You don’t get it do you. I can’t go back there, I can’t work there anymore. Everything reminds me of Sherlock, every case I work I would just think of him, not to mention if I saw Donovan or Anderson. I can’t do it Greg.” You said, shaking your head.

“Does that mean you’re quitting?” Lestrade asked.

“I would only be there for a few months before leaving anyway. There’s no reason to go back now.” You said.

“What do you mean?” Lestrade asked confused.

“Greg, I’m pregnant… I’ve known for about a month. I’ve been staying with Mycroft, he’s offered to help but I still don’t know what I’m going to do.” You said quietly. Lestrade was obviously surprised.

“So it’s Sherlocks? Are you going to keep it?” He asked.

“Of course, it’s my last connection to him, the last bit of him I have left.” You said, lowering your head.

“Did he know?” Lestrade asked gently. You shook your head, your heart filling with regret. Maybe if you had told him he wouldn’t have done what he did.

“God…” Greg muttered, “Well if you ever need anything, I’ll be here for you. Always.”

“Thank you. I might go back home for a little while, to America I mean, still not sure. I think I need to get out of London for a little while.” You said.

“Well, you’ve always got a friend on the force… And if it’s any consolation Anderson quit and Donovan is very sorry.” Greg said.

“Sorry for what? Helping kill Sherlock and destroy his reputation, or for agitating me enough to break her nose?” You asked.

“Both, though I do think she’s had to have surgery to fix that.” Lestrade said.

“Small price to pay compared to what she did, don’t you think.” You said, now standing.

“He wasn’t a fraud was he?” Greg asked.

“He was many things, but never that.” You put your coach on, which had dried a little.

“Are you leaving?” He asked.

“It’s getting late, Mycroft will worry.” You said.

“Call me if you need anything.” He said and you nodded as you walked out the door.

After walking a little more it began to rain again, just your luck. You had made it back to Mycroft’s house and walked in the door, soaking wet.

He jumped to his feet when you arrived, rushing to you.

“Well?” He asked, curious.

You pulled the note out of the inside of your coat where it had managed to only get a little wet. You placed it on the table next to you and walked past Mycroft to hang your coat up and change into some dry clothes.

When you reemerged, newly dry, Mycroft was waiting for you, with the letter in his hand.

“Where did you find this?” He asked.

“At his flat.” You said simply, moving towards an armchair.

“Yes, but where?” He pushed as you curled up in the chair.

“In his room, his wardrobe. In a box of jewelry that used to be in my flat, but somehow ended up in his.” You said. He eyed you suspiciously and you wondered what he was thinking.

“What kind of jewelry?” He asked, why was he so curious.

“It was a necklace that he had given me for Christmas. Why do you care?” You asked.

“Just curious. Are you okay?” He asked.

“Of course I’m not okay! I’ve just lost the love of my life, and I’m pregnant with his child! Mycroft I know human nature is a mystery to you, but don’t you think it’s a bit obvious!” You yelled. He sighed and rubbed his temple.

“I think you should see someone, someone who can help you.” Mycroft sighed.

“Like a shrink?” You scoffed.

“A therapist. Y/N, please, do it for me.” Mycroft pleaded.

And you did, the next day you found yourself sitting in front of a therapist for the first time. Surprisingly you had never been to one. She told you that you were having trouble coping with Sherlock being gone, but you knew that. She also told you that a good way to handle that was to write letters to him, to say the things you wanted to and never did.

That night you sat at the desk in your room, pulled out a pen and piece of paper and began to write what was on your mind. Tears stained the page as you held it up to read it before tucking it away.

Sherlock,

My therapist thinks this will help, writing to you, saying the things I wanted to and never did. Yes, I went to a therapist, the same one John uses I think. How ironic. I doubt this will help though, nothing helps. Nothing numbs the pain, and believe me I’ve tried everything. No one really understands, they try but at the end of the day they go back to their perfect little lives and I’m left all alone. And let me tell you, the nights are the worst. Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart. I think my mind is still having trouble wrapping itself around the fact that you’re gone.

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without seeing you. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back. Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I just know it’s going to get worse and I won’t be okay for a very long time. People don’t realize that losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug; whenever I hear a violin, or when I see a deerstalker.

I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you, or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you when I wish I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I wake up and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over again.

I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me.

It’s sad Sherlock, how you were such a big part of my life and now you’re just gone. Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning. I had so much left to say to you, and that’s the worst part. It’s 2:00 AM and I’m still trying to figure out how everything went wrong so fast. Was there something I could have done? If only I had been smarter, if only I had figured out his plan sooner I could have helped you, I could have prevented this from happening.

Sherlock, I miss you so much. I miss you when the lights go down, because it illuminates all my doubts. My therapist told me that we place all love in the dark, and I’m not sure how true that is, but at moments like this I began to believe her. She tells me I need to move on, but how can I? If you weren’t the one for me, then how come I hate the idea of being free? And part of me keeps holding on, hoping for a miracle. As each day passes, that hope gets smaller and smaller. I’m terrified that one day I’ll wake up and forget the sound of your voice, the color of your eyes, or the curl of your hair.

I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be, I was so desperate to find a way out of my world and to finally breathe. Only when I moved to London and when you followed me into Speedy’s did things start to feel right. Right before my eyes I saw my heart come to life. And it wasn’t easy loving you, but then again when it’s real it’s not meant to be easy. Every story has its scars, and ours always seems to lead to pain and scars. But that didn’t scare me when I had you by my side. When I had you I felt safe. Since you’re the only one that mattered, tell me who do I run to?

But when the pain cuts too deep, and the nights keep me from sleeping that’s when I realized you were my remedy. It was always you that pulled me back to what really mattered. You keep me right, though I’m sure you would argue the opposite. When the world seems so cruel, and my heart makes me feel like a fool I wonder if maybe you were right. Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side. We lost… I lost. When has it ever worked out for me? This disappointment we call love? You were my one chance at happiness. You were my remedy and without you I am broken.

Not much is certain in this world, death and taxes and all that, but among all the lies, the one truth I could always hold onto was your love, and I will always love you.

Y/N Gregson

You folded the letter and placed it in an empty envelope that would soon fill to capacity. Tomorrow was Sherlock’s funeral, you were supposed to say something, to stand in front of everyone and speak. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and you hadn’t even thought about what you were going to say.

I’ve finally done it! I’ve published the first chapter of my J/B story! And gosh, it was a challenge. Editing is always a nightmare, but this time the work never seemed good enough… But I had to publish it, I just had to. 

You can find it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12676925/1/Bring-Me-to-Life

And here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12269379/chapters/27884955

If you read it, tell me what you think! :)

PS Still really nervous whether I did anything right there… I’ve never written such things before, so that was something new! I’m really glad I did it, just hope I managed not to lose the GoT spirit along the way.

PPS It’s amazing how you can have the whole story in your head and in the same moment have no idea what to write in the summary…

I admit it, you were everything to me. You were. My world revolved around you and I didn’t realise how much you have affected my life. All the despicable things you have done, I still cannot forget but I will always forgive you no matter what it was that you did because that’s how much I loved you . I loved you so much and for so long, I don’t know how to let go of you.


I thought that  I was fine, but I am not. It’s so hard to go to sleep at night when all it comes back running to me, where I do not want it at all.


I still see you around, everywhere I go, everywhere I turn.
I want to avoid it all, but sadly I cannot. I can easily erase you from my mind but in real life you are always there, when I do not want you. I am finished with all of you, but my mind cannot seem to let go the idea of you.

Make You Mine (Part 4) -  Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader (smut/fluff)

So…. most of you were for a happy ending with Kookie. But would you still root for him even when Tae has changed into a better person? …

Group : BTS

Member : Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook

Genre : FWB!AU

Word Count : 

Description : It has always been your best friend, until Jungkook came into your life, showing you love and care that you didn’t know with Taehyung. If it comes to boyfriend material, it would be doubtlessly Jungkook. But little do you know that in the meantime, you have become more than just a friend with benefits for Taehyung, who intents to steal your heart, the way you had subconsciously stolen his. 

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*must restore my bias’ image since he seems like a dick in this story*

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Can’t Help Falling In Love

This is dedicated to every single person who followed me, commented on my work or even just read it, you’ll never know how much it means, thank you so much. This ones’ for you, you beautiful human beings!! Here’s to 200!


Thank you lovely anon for requesting this. I kind of blended your request with an idea I’ve had for a while so I kind of got a little carried away with the word count, but I really, really hope you like this. Please let me know if you did!

Feedback is honestly food for my soul so please don’t be shy! 

Title comes from this song.

Request: I think a cute fanfic could be like Bucky and female reader have a scene that gets them caught in the rain and they go back to one of their places and have to put their clothes in the dryer and theres sexual tension and its cute kind of like the scene with the bubbles from the Just My Luck movie with Lindsay Lohan.

Warnings: I’m not quite sure why but I teared up a little writing this but I promise you it’s ALL kinds of fluff.

Words: c, 2,900


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It had been an impromptu road trip that had landed you in this position.


It had started innocently with Bucky becoming obsessed with Elvis Presley. He was still attempting to catch up on all the music he had missed, and this had been your contribution to his growing list, but little did you know that Bucky would become literally obsessed.

Whenever, he worked out you could hear the King’s voice wafting through his earphones, you knew Bucky was old but that man listened to his music way too loud.

One night while you were cooking dinner, you heard Bucky singing along to Suspicious Minds, under his breath, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

Of course it didn’t take long for Steve and Sam to pick up on it and begin to tease him about it, and he tried not to talk about Elvis as much anymore except to you because you would listen to him without fail, you would let him show you songs that you already knew just because you could see how happy it made him to talk about it.

“These songs, they really mean something to me y/n, I feel like, I don’t know, I feel like they really speak to me, sometimes they speak for me. Do you ever feel like that?”

“Yes Bucky,” you had said almost in a whisper, squeezing his hand because this man was precious and had been through so much, you were glad he could find some way to relate to something, something that reminded him of the humanity in him.

One night you had wandered into his room without knocking and found him crying to the song ‘You Gave Me a Mountain,’ by Marty Robbins who he had discovered by extension himself, and scooped him into your arms as he tried to explain why it had upset him so much but he didn’t need to, because you already knew and you only hugged him tighter, until he could breathe properly again. That was the night you had decided you were going to take him away for a few days.  

Getting Steve to give you and Bucky time off was simple when you explained what you wanted to do, and Steve had hugged you to him so tightly you teased him that he was going to fracture your ribs.

“He’s so lucky to have a friend like you,” he commented and your heart had swelled with pride.


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RWBY Vol. 4 Ch. 2

REMEMBRANCE

I watched the episode twice and I cried both times because of– well. Keep reading and you’ll know why.

– The Schnee house is H U G E holy shit

– Whitley Schnee!! Younger brother to Weiss and Winter.

– Seems like Mother Dearest likes to enjoy the grape a bit early in the day. I wonder why *sarcasm*

– Whitley never liked Winter? Used to be different? “I’ve kept growing”…..Wait. Could he be the informant?!

– RUBY DREAMING OF PYRRHA –– could this be a Silver-eyed Warrior thing?

– 7 sisters. Explains a lot. Oh Jaune ♡

– Pigtails vs. Warrior’s Wolf-tail

– Ren’s reaction to the destroyed village! Baby nooooooo~ Almost like he (and Nora) lived through this before. Possibly what happened to their own village.

– After the mention of bandits, Ren needing that moment to himself. Or was he looking for something like the symbol he and Nora ended up finding? Possibly the same bandits that destroyed their village?

– Digging Ironwood’s new look.

– Jacques Schnee. So not Colonel Sanders (teehee)

– Dust embargo? What have you been doing James?

– Ironwood offering Weiss a place at Atlas Academy. Yes. I hope she takes him up on it.

– Not surprised people are still blaming Atlas for Beacon.

– Weiss trusts Ironwood ♡

– Cannot export Dust. “Precautionary measures.” So that’s what you’ve done James. Still trying to be helpful but probably not helping the situation *sigh*

– Oh no. Oh no you didn’t Daddy Dearest.

– “I think it would make a lot of people happy.” You know what else makes people happy? Not manipulative fathers >_>

– I wonder if Wiess actually enjoys singing anymore. It seems like, from her reaction, she hasn’t sung since she was with her friends/teammates and that makes me wonder…

– Klein!! ♡♡♡ It seems like he has at least 3 other personalities in him (THE 7 DWARVES). Bless this character. I like him a lot, I do ♡♡♡

– The colour-coded sleeping bags *^_^*

– Jaune practicing with Pyrrha late at night. MY HEART 😿

– “Jaune, I–… I… I want you to know that I’m just happy to be a part of your life. I’ll always be here for you Jaune.”

I’M NOT CRYING. YOU’RE CRYING.

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I couldn’t wait to post this, but I’ll tag it as spoilers for those who wish to stay ignorant. Man the story telling has gone up with this season and I fucking love it to bits. 

Next week will most likely be Blake’s turn! I’m very curious as to what she’s been doing and her family dynamics. Plus, Sun ♡

Time is Nothing - Prologue

This story will chronicle Hannah and Grace’s life together and the slow, debilitating distance that sometimes grows between two people. 

This is important: This story is in reverse chronological order. The Prologue is set in 2025, Chapter One is set in 2024, Chapter Two in 2023, Chapter Three in 2022, and so on. Each chapter has a hint at something in a future chapter so that the reverse chronological order remains clear.

I hope you enjoy reading because I have had the time of my life writing this. (And I also hope I explained this clearly enough.) Special thanks to Alyssa (wiredright) for being excited about this story and validating that this was, in fact, a good idea!

Title and inspiration are from The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. 

8tracks playlist here.

This is totally and completely fiction. 

SFW. 443 words. 

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