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Super Long AU Compilation

Here’s a really long list of a ton of the more simple/generic AU’s I’ve seen floating around. I made this list for personal reference and figured having so many all in one place might be helpful to others, too. I tried my best to alphabetize but I can’t promise it’s entirely correct. Hope you enjoy!

#

-1920’s
-1920’s con artist
-1940’s noir
-1960’s
-3DS friends
-6 weeks to live

A

-A Walk to Remember
-Accidentally falls asleep on stranger
-Accidentally hugging stranger thinking they’re someone else
-Accidentally read their journal
-Accidentally swapped items and have to return it
-Accidentally take each other’s bags
-Action hero
-Addicts
-Adventure
-Affair
-Afterlife
-Airport
-Airport bar
-Aladdin
-Alchemists
Alice in Wonderland
-Alpha/beta/omega
-Alternate history
-Amnesia
-Ancient Egypt
-Ancient mediterraneans
-Ancient orientals
-Ancient slavs
-Android and human
-Animal
-Angel
-Antique shop
-Apocalypse
-Archaeologists
-Architect
-Around the world
-Arranged marriage
-Arthurian era
-Artist
-Assassins
-Asylum
-Author and fan

B

-Babysitter
-Back in time
-Bakery
-Band/musician
-Bank robbers
-Bar
-Barista(s)
-Battle of the bands
-Bayside
-Beach
-Beauty and the Beast
-Childhood friends reunited
-Big Brother
-Blind
-Blind date
-Boarding school
-Bonnie and Clyde
-Book club
-Bookshop
-Borrow payphone money
-Both cosplay same character at con
-Both stood up for blind dates
-Break up
-Bride Wars
-Brothel
-Bucket list
-Butler

C

-Camp counselors
-Camping
-Carnival
-Castaways
-Catfish
-Catfish uncoverer
-Celebrity
-Centaur
-Changeling
-Charmed
-Cheerleading
-Childhood companions
-Cinderella
-Circus
-Civil war (American or otherwise)
-Civilian and agent
-Clubbing
-Coffeeshop
-College
-College roommates
-Comic artist and assistant
-Conartists
-Cop/detective
-Costars in a movie
-Cowboy
-Craigslist meetup
-Crashed their car
-Crime spree
-Criminal
-Criminals on the run
-Cruel Intentions
-Cruise ship
-Cursed
-Cyber date
-Cyberpunk
-Cyborg

D

-Death race
-Demon
-Demon and angel
-Detective
-Deserted island
-Destructive relationship
-Disneyworld cosplayers
-Dinosaurs
-Disturbia
-Doctor(s)
-Doctor and patient
-Doctor Who
-Dog walker
-Domestic
-Dragon
-Dream
-Drug smugglers
-Drunk calling the wrong person
-Drunk texting a stranger
-During war

E

-Edwardian era
-Egyptologists
-Elements (earth, water, fire, air)
-Elf
-Elizabethan era
-Enchanted
-English class
-Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
-Eternal winter
-Explorers (any time period)

F

-Fair
-Fairy
-Fairytale
-Fake family
-Faking It
-Family doctor
-Famous and fan
-Farm
-FBI
-Festival
-Fight Club
-First time
-Flower Shop
-Forbidden romance
-Foreign exchange program
-Forest
-Fortune cookie
-Fortune teller and customer
-Found their dog
-Found their phone number in a library book
-Fraternity
-Freakshow
-Friends with benefits
-Fugitive
-Futuristic
-Futuristic resistance

G

-Game of life and death
-Game of Thrones
-Game show
-Gang
-Garden
-Gardening
-Gay for pay
-Genderbend
-Genderswap
-Genie
-Gets into a cab to find someone already in it
-Gets lost at airport
-Girl/guy next door
-Ghibli movie
-Ghost Adventures
-Ghosts in love
-Go to the same support group
-Gods/demigods
-Government spy
-Greek God and Roman counterpart
-Gypsy

H

-Hair stylist/makeup artist and actor/model
-Halloween
-Halloween party
-Haunted
-Haunted house
-Have to take pictures for photography project
-Heaven vs. Hell
-Help moving
-Heroes
-Hidden talents
-High class thieves
-High School
-High School reunion
-High School teachers
-Hiking
-Hipster
-Hitchhiker
-Hitman
-Hogwarts
-Homeless
-Horseback riding
-Horror
-Host/hostess and customer
-Hostage
-Hotel staff and guest
-Hotel workers
-Huge blizzard and only one hotel room left
-Hunger Games
-Hush Hush

I

-Ice cream shop
-Identity theft
-Imaginary friend becomes real
-Immortal and non-immortal
-Immortals
-In Hell
-Indentured servant
-Internet friends
-Internship
-Island

J

-Jane Austen story
-Journalists
-Jurassic Park
-Jury
-Just keep running into each other everywhere
-Juvie

K

-Kidnapping/ransom
-Kindergarten teacher
-Kiss bet
-Kissogram
-Kitsune

L

-Lab partners
-Labyrinth
-Laundromat
-Law firm
-Librarian
-Library
-Life guard
-Little mermaid/merman
-Looking for Alaska
-Lose virginity bet
-Lost
-Lost at sea
-Love triangle

M

-Mafia
-Magic
-Maid
-Mailman and person who receives a lot of mail
-Makeover
-Marriage
-Marriage contract
-Masseuse
-Masquerade
-Mechanic
-Medieval
-Med school
-Meet in diner at 2am
-Mental hospital
-Mermaid/merman/merfolk
-Met at Comicon
-Met on Tumblr
-Met through online rpg
-Military
-Military school
-Mindreader
-Mirror world
-Mistaken identity
-Missed the same flight
-Model
-Modern royalty
-Modern Tangled
-Monster hunters
-Monsters
-Mortal Instruments
-Movie rental shop
-Movie star
-Movie theater job
-Murder mystery
-Music bar
-Music conservatory
-Music teacher
-Musician and fan
-Mythology

N

-Nanny
-Neolithic/tribal
-New guy/girl
-New Orleans
-New neighbors
-Nightmare on Elm Street
Nuclear apocalypse
-Nurse(s)
-Nurse and patient
Nursing home
-Nymph

O

-Ocean
-Office
-Once Upon a Time
-One’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice
-On of them is turned into a child
-On opposite sides of a war - POW or spying
-Orchestra player/pianist and concertgoer
-Out walking their dog who starts chasing another person’s dog

P

-Pacific Rim
-Paired together during an ice breaker
-Pandemic apocalypse
-Paralysis
-Paramedics
-Parenting
-Park
-Partners in crime (literally)
-Partners in dance class
-Past lives
-Patients in mental hospital
-Patients in same hospital ward
-Pen pals
-Personal trainer
-Peter Pan
-Pet runs away and other person finds it
-Phantom of the Opera
-Phone sex worker
-Photographer
-Photographer and model
-Pilots
-Pirate
-Pirate and mermaid
-Pixie
-Poetry class
-Pokemon
-Police
-Porn star
-Poses nude for art students
-Pretty Little Liars
-Prisoner and guard
-Prisoners/escaped prisoners
-Private detective and client
-Private investigator
-Prohibition era
-Project partners
-Prom
-Protester and police
-Prostitute/escort
-Public demonstrations
-Punk rock

Q

R

-Ranch
-Reality TV show
-Rebels against the government
-Rebellion
-Rehab
-Reincarnation
-Restaurant
-Reunited
-Rich family and servants
-Riding the same bus
-Riding the same bus multiple times
-Rivals
-Roadtrip
-Roadtrip, serial killer
-Roller derby
-Robot
-Roommates
-Royalty and servant
-Runaway royalty and confused commoner
-Runaways
-Running late for the same flight

S

-Sailor and mercreature
-Sandman
-SAW
-Scavenger hunt
-Scifi
-Scream
-Screenwriter and director
-Sculptor
-Selkie
-Serial killer
-Servant
-Sex pact
-Sex shop
-Sex shop owner
-Sex tape
-Sex worker
-Seven deadly sins
-Shakespeare play
-Share same layover
-Sharing an umbrella
-Siblings
-Siblings best friend
-Sits next to each other at an orchestra
-Sits next to each other in theater
-Sits next to each other on turbulent flight
-Sitting by same wall plug
-Skateboarder(s)
-Skipping school
-Slayer(s)
-Sleepwalker
-Sleepwalker in college dorm
-Small town
-Snowboarder(s)
-Snowball fight, hits passerby
-Snowhite and the Huntsman
-Soldiers on opposing sides
-‘Sorry about stealing your wallet last year, no I wasn’t drunk’
-Soul mates
-Soulless
-Space pirates
-Space travel
-Spartacus -gladiators or freed slaves against the Roman army
-Specialty shop
-Spectrumswap
-Spin the bottle
-Spring break
-Stage magician and audience participant
-Stardust
-Step-siblings
-Stranded
-Steampunk
-Strip club
-Stripper
-Struggling artists
-Student and teacher
-Study abroad
-Stuffed animal becomes a person
-Sucked into a video game
-Suddenly become disabled/handicap
-Suddenly caught in the rain
-Summer job
-Summer school
-Superhero
-Supernatural
-Supernatural hunters
-Superpowers
-Surfing
-Survivor

T

-Tailor and customer
-Taken hostage at bank robbery
-Tattoos and piercings
-Tattoo parlor
-Teacher and student
-Ten Inch Hero
-Terminal illness
-The Breakfast Club
-The Labyrinth
-The one that got away
-The Princess Diaries
-The Vow
-Theme park
-Theme park mascots
-Theme park workers
-Theater
-Therapist and patient
-Therapist and patient in mental institution
-Thieves on the run
-Time traveler
-Titanic
-Tourist
-Train ride
-Translator
-Trapped in an elevator
-Trapped on a deserted island together
-Treasure hunting
-Triplets
-Tutor and student
-TV host
-Twins

U

-Undercover lovers
-Undercover stripper
-Underwear model
-Underworld -vampires vs lycans
-Use someone’s charger
-Use someone’s hotspot

V

-Vacation
-Vampire
-Veronica Mars
-Vikings
-Violinist(s)
-Virtual world

W

-Waiter(s)
-Wake up together in Vegas
-Wedding
-Werecat
-Werewolves
-What Happens in Vegas
-White House
-Wild West
-Witch trials
-Wizard AU where one accidentally apparates into the wrong house
-World War II
-Writer and editor
-Wrong bag

X

-X-factor

Y

-Yoga class
-Younger siblings are best friends

Z

-Zombie apocalypse

You member how wiishu said her appendix story was boring? Well i decided to fix it. She ain’t lose it cause it decided to be a little bitch and say “imma just stop and fuck yo shit up lol” naaaah. u see she waz in re7 ya’ll just ain’t see her and the bitch ass son of jack and margerite “can’t remember that bitch name” did one of dem puzzle shits and she wuz locked in a room with a knife and a bomb. That bitch ass son was like “yo, i burried a key to the door in yo appendix. Why? idk fam i waz high as shit but if you wanna live you gonna cut that shit out.” And you know what? She did that shit fam cuz signe ain’t a lil bitch. Here’z proof she did dat fam.



Now not only iz this bitch a fucking artist, photographer, and a fashion idol but she a doctor. Dr.stooplstein fake ass doctor bitch ass better move out the motherfucking way. This mofucka can do appendix surgurey she just didn’t tell yall cuz we’d be overwhelmed by the level of cool she iz. I’m onto u fam i’m onto u. @wiishu

Today I got yelled out and I threw that shit right back

A unit charge nurse yells at me claiming that somnolent, post-anesthesia patient is “pissed off” at me. I tell her “don’t put your problems with me on the patient, I’m right here, you can tell me yourself.” She starts giving me that fake ass “oh doctor I would never have a problem with you!” Like I don’t have eyes and ears. She yells at and bullies every nurse in her unit and harasses all the residents. I just stood there and kept repeating “use your own words and tell me what your problem is with me.” Until she snapped and said, “put your orders in faster!” To which I replied “that wasn’t so hard, right?”

The heme fellow yells at me because I’m being “insubordinate” for not doing his discharge for him (medicine was only consulted on this patient) I just hung up on him. He complains to my attending who tells him to do his own work and also hangs up on him.

ID fellow claims that I placed a consult on Sunday with him on a patient I don’t even know. He’s angry that I keep vehemently denying it and is in the corner with his attending. He keeps loudly whispering “she’s lying, I know it.” And I walk up to those two cowards and say “if you want to talk about me, have the decency to say it to my face.” They start stuttering and mumbling. Worthless. Turns out it was another female attending and the ID fellow messed up because he didn’t follow-up on the consult like he should have.

This rotation has made me so angry but I have to say that I’ve learned to fight for myself in the process. Because when no one will come to the rescue, sometimes we just rescue ourselves. I found a bravery in me that I didn’t know I had. I’m an angrier, more bitter, and exhausted person but I will never be pushed around again.

Moral of the story:
Do no harm, but take no shit.

Shoutout to ADHD folks

Shoutout to ADHD folks who don’t have their mental illness taken seriously because it’s considered a “fake” illness that “doctors use to make money off of unsuspecting parents” or “something parents get their kids medicated for so they don’t have to parent their children”.

Shoutout to ADHD folks who have heard/seen the “lol I’m so ADHD!!! SO RANDOM!!! oooh look a butterfly!!” stereotypes commonly used to make fun of them.

Shoutout to ADHD folks who have to hear neurotypicals say, “Don’t use your ADHD as an excuse!” When it’s literally ADHD that is the problem.

Shoutout to ADHD folks whose fellow neurodivergent friends put their needs over yours because your mental illness “isn’t as bad” or treat you like a neurotypical.

Shoutout to ADHD folks who never are able to get professionally diagnosed or treated.

Shoutout to ADHD folks who never learned about Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria and don’t understand why things upset them so much.

Shoutout to ADHD folks with other mental illnesses so they have a hard time getting treated for ADHD or it gets overlooked.

I love you guys and I feel you. ♡ You are great, you are important, and your needs and mental health are important.

(Take Me Home) Country Roads 

written by: Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites

With art by: @twopoppies


“You have to stop lying to all these people.” Louis blurted out.
“Wh — what?” Harry sputtered, putting his own cup of tea down abruptly on the table between them.

“You. You’re a fake. There’s a real doctor here now — me. You have to stop lying to these people and let someone help them who’s properly trained, who knows what they’re talking about.”

Harry’s nostrils flared and he looked like he wanted to leap over the table and strangle Louis. Louis felt a momentary flare of panic. He didn’t really think this through, did he? He’d seen Harry naked. Clearly he could flatten Louis in a second. 

Good thing Louis had his wit.

“I mean. You can still make and sell your teas and your little homemade remedies, just…Let me do the real medicine. These people need help and as long as you are up here playing pretend they’re not going to see me and get what they really need.” There. That was better. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Harry roared. 

Not better, then.


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on the may 15th fansign, mental health, darkness, and hope

on May 15, 2015, during 화양연화 Pt. 1 I went to BTS’ fansign at Sinchon and had a conversation with Namjoon that I, at the time, chose not to reveal for personal reasons. at that time, because of that decision, there were a lot of people who criticized me—people accused me of saying something mean to him, accused me of hiding some secret relationship between us, called me a slut, etc. I didn’t say anything about it at the time because it seemed pointless, but now that 화양연화 has come to an end for real, and following the release of YOU NEVER WALK ALONE—plus, the upcoming 2 year anniversary of this extremely fateful conversation (lol)—I have decided to write about it, if only to explain a little of why I feel such a connection to the concept and so people will understand why I kept it private for so long.

I just want to go ahead and give people some warning: it’s not only a post about BTS. it’s a post about my life, and it contains a lot of sensitive material, like self-harm, suicidal ideation, and drug use. please bear that in mind if you decide to read it, I don’t want anyone to be upset by that content.

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Keeping Up Appearances

Lord, I hardly know how to write this post. Here we go. I have a bunch of appearances coming up in the next couple of months (the Iowa City Literature Festival, a talk at the University of Illinois, GeekGirlCon, Humanities Washington…) and for the first time in my professional life, I am going to try an experiment. As you may or may not know (I don’t talk about this very much), I have acute strabismus. I live in two-dimensional space, which makes the world seem somewhat illusory. I actually enjoy the way I see–I enjoy it so much that it’s never felt like a disability, even though that’s essentially what it is–but I am often quite bothered by the way I look. As a teenager, I did a stint in vision therapy (still largely experimental at the time) that didn’t fix the strabismus, but did give me greater control over how I use my eyes. I found I could “cheat” and over-focus (a bit like crossing your eyes) to pull my eyes into alignment. It was a strain and made everything look blurry, but I could appear–for short periods of time–like I was looking at what I was looking at. This, to me, was huge: I could take normal-looking pictures and have conversations with people in which I could fake eye contact. 

My doctor was not a huge fan of this crutch. He warned me that by the time I was in my thirties, the muscles I was “recruiting” to align my eyes would be too weak to cheat this way. It was putting extra strain on my visual system. It wasn’t fixing anything except the perceptions and prejudices of others.

Well, my thirties are here. (In fact, they’re half over.) And for the past couple of years, just as my doctor predicted, over-focusing has become incredibly painful. It requires all my concentration; sometimes I can feel my facial muscles start to twitch with the strain. What’s more, I can’t actually see the people I talk to. I’ve developed half a dozen other cheats to support the original cheat: looking down frequently to rest my eyes, clenching my jaw, resting my hand on my face to force the muscles in my forehead to relax.

That’s a lot of effort to expend simply to have a conversation.

So I’ve decided to stop. Up until this point, the only people I’ve ever felt comfortable really looking at–looking at without straining and worrying about how I appear–are my husband and children. But I’m going to have to start looking at everybody this way–the way I really am–or risk damaging my eyes. 

On a good day, when I’m not tired, it simply seems as though I’m staring coyly past whatever or whomever I’m really looking at. On a bad day, when I am tired, it’s clear there’s something quite wrong. So we will have to bear with each other when we meet at cons or signings or on the street. I promise I am looking at you. And now, finally, without getting hung up on appearances, I’ll be able to see you, too. 

  • Doctor Doom: *is not white* *lost his family to white supremacist violence* *cites preventing the evils of mankind as the reason he wants to rule the world* *is beloved by his people who are also depicted as being mostly non white*
  • White fake geek boys: lol Doctor Doom is a n*zi/fascist
“Are You Breaking Up With Me?” - Kian Lawley Imagine

Request: Can you do an imagine where they break up but kian doesn’t want it and they still love each other ? Thankss xx

Kian’s POV

2:30 a.m. 2 fucking 30 a.m. and she’s still not home.

I was going crazy waiting for my girlfriend, y/n, to come back home. Earlier today we got into a fight over a video that I did with my ex girlfriend. Y/n was super pissed at me and after she yelled at me like crazy, she just said that she’s going out with her friends. She didn’t wanna talk about it neither hear me out because she’s so fucking stubborn and her character is so fucking difficult sometimes. She drives me crazy, but I love her more than anything even though I don’t think she realizes it. 

‘Fuck it.’ I said to myself as I got up from the couch that I’ve spent hours on waiting for her. I couldn’t keep just sitting and not doing anything. I took my car keys and my jacket. Just as I got out of the house and closed the door, a black bmw m4 with y/n and some guy in it arrived and parked in front of our house. ‘Are you fucking serious?’ Before she got out she leaned in and kissed his cheek. He pulled her to himself to kiss her, but she stopped him. 

‘What the fuck, y/n?!’ I yelled as she approached closer and the guy drove off. ‘Who the fuck was that?’ I asked after she ignored me and entered the house. By her walk and stumbling I could tell that she was drunk.

Still no answer. 

‘Can you fucking answer me? Who the fuck was that?’ I asked angrily. 

‘Why do you care so much?’ She asked the dumbest question as she stepped out of her heels leaving them in the living room and heading upstairs. 

‘Why do I care? Um, I don’t know, let me guess..Oh yeah, maybe because I’m your fucking boyfriend?!’ I said following her and she laughed throwing her head back. ‘What’s so funny, y/n? Minutes ago some random guy brought you home in his fucking car and you fucking kissed him! Do you even know what time is it?! I was waiting for you the whole night!’

‘Why didn’t you go to Andrea so you could cuddle with her, kiss her, talk about your relationship and stuff like that? I mean that’s okay, right?’ She turned around and looked me in the eyes. 

‘Stop. You didn’t even let me explain myself. You just left and got drunk!’ I said throwing my hands in the air. She ignored me again and entered our shared bedroom. ‘Will you stop fucking ignoring me already?!’ I took her by her elbow and turned her harshly to face me. 

‘Everything’s pretty clear to me, Kian!’ She yelled pulling her elbow out of my grip. Her hair was all over her face and she was breathing so heavily. ‘I told you to leave the house! I told you I don’t wanna see you here when I’m back and you’re still here!’ 

‘Yeah, I’m still here because I want to work this out! I’m not running away from problems all the time like you are!’ 

‘We wouldn’t have had these problems if you hadn’t fucking made out with your ex girlfriend!’ She yelled. 

‘We didn’t make out! It was just a kiss for a video!’ 

‘Which you seemed to enjoy!’

‘It meant nothing!’ 

‘Kian I fucking watched both videos! I saw your smile and I saw that you enjoyed every minute spent with her!’ She yelled and then quickly turned around as she crossed her arms. 

‘Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you, it was just for my and her video! Two fucking videos and that’s it. Why do you have to be so childish? Why can’t you try to understand me?’ 

‘What am I supposed to understand there, Kian? That you still have feelings for you ex? You know what? Get out.’ She said pointing her finger toward the door. 

‘What?’ 

‘Get the fuck out. Get out of the room!’ 

‘No, I’m not going anywhere. I wanna work this shit out!’ 

‘Fine. If you don’t wanna leave, then I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.’ She said grabbing her pillow that was on the bed and a blanket. 

‘You’re being ridiculous, y/n. Stop this right now.’ I said trying to take her arm again, but failing. 

‘Don’t fucking touch me and don’t follow me downstairs because I could seriously like stab you right now!’ She said leaving the bedroom. 

I put my hands on my head and looked up at the ceiling. I let out a huge sigh and then punched a wall with my fist. 

‘What am I going to do..?’ 

Your POV

I looked at my phone to see what time it was and it showed 6:23 a.m. Great. I slept almost nothing and it was because I just couldn’t bring myself to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole situation with Kian. My feelings were such a mess and I didn’t know what to think nor who to believe. I was so sad, so hurt, so mad and broken, but most of all hurt and mad. I couldn’t believe that he filmed those videos with her in which they kissed. Practically, it’s like he cheated on me with his ex and wanted me to be okay with that. I love Kian with all my heart, but I can’t forget this to him. 

I got up from uncomfortable couch and made my way into the kitchen. I pulled the biggest cup out of the cupboard and put some water into the stove espresso coffee maker. I leaned myself against the counter and while I was waiting for my coffee to be done, I heard footsteps coming downstairs and soon Kian was in the kitchen. 

‘Good morning’ He said as he sat at the table. 

‘Morning.’ I mumbled. Soon my coffee was done and I poured it into the cup. I took the cup in my hands and wanted to go into the living room again, but Kian stopped me by saying 

‘Can you sit here with me so we can talk like normal people?’ He asked. 

‘I don’t think-’ 

‘Y/n, please.’ He cut me off and I sighed and sat at the table opposite him. 

‘So? What do you want to talk about?’ I asked playing stupid. 

‘I want to talk about the fight from yesterday, from last night.’ He said. 'Look, those two stupid videos didn’t mean a thing to me. She asked me to do it with her just because it was highly requested. That’s all. I swear I don’t have any feelings for her anymore. We’re friends.’ 

'And you just didn’t know how to say 'no’?’ I said. 'Kian I saw both of those videos and I saw your reaction when and after you kissed her. The smile that you had on your face proves that you obviously enjoyed it and that it made you happy. And what do you think how that made me feel? How was I supposed to feel when I saw you connect your lips with hers? You have no idea how much you hurt me, Kian.' 

'And how was I supposed to feel when that guy brought you home at fucking 2:30 a.m. in his bmw? How was I supposed to feel when I saw you lean in to kiss his cheek?' 

'I did that because I was mad at you!' 

'You can’t do shit like that just because you’re mad at me!’ He yelled and then he slammed his fist on the table which made the hot coffee spill all over my right hand.

‘Ouch!’ I cried out in pain as I quickly stood up and ran over to the sink to put my hand under the cold water. 

‘Shit! Baby, are you okay? Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ Kian said holding my wrist and looking at my hand.

‘Ow, Kian it burns my skin so bad.’ It hurt so much because it was so hot and it left burns on my hand. 

‘Shit, baby I’m so sorry. We need to take you to the hospital.’ He said already looking for his car keys. 

‘Okay, so we put an ointment on your skin which will help to heal it and now we’re gonna wrap your hand in a bandage just to make sure it’s well protected.’ The doctor said. ‘Oh, it seems like we’re out of medical pads here. I’ll be right back.’ He said as he left the room leaving Kian and me alone. 

‘Baby, I’m so so sorry-’ 

‘Please,Kian just don’t, okay? Just don’t.’ I cut him off. 

‘I didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n..’ 

‘You know that I’ve been here like 4 or even more times before because of my ex boyfriend who was physically abusive toward me and I was so happy when I met you who literally saved me from him and look where I am today with you. And we both know why that happened. Honestly,I’ve had enough, okay? I’m sick of everything.’ 

‘W-what does that mean?’ He asked. 

‘You make me feel like it’s my fault when it’s not and that video, it just hurt me so much, Kian.’ My voice was trembling as I said. ‘And that means that we should take a break.’ 

‘A break from what?’ 

‘A break from our relationship, from us.’ I said looking down. It wasn’t easy for me to say that, but I knew that it was the best solution for both of us. 

‘Are you breaking up with me?’ He asked. His eyes were widen and his mouth sligthly open. 

‘Yeah, I am.’ I said.

‘But I don’t wanna break up, y/n. I love you too much to just let you go. How can’t you see that you mean everything to me and if I lose you..I lose everything.’ 

‘You should’ve think about that before you filmed those videos.’ I said as one tear ran down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away because the doctor came back. 

‘Alright, let’s wrap it up.’ The doctor said as he started putting the bandage around my hand. I was holding my tears back because I was so close to just breaking. I never meant that our relationship will end like this. God, I never even ment that it will end in the first place. I was so ready to have him by my side forever, but I guess it’s true what everyone says, 'forever is a lie’. ‘Here, you’re done.’ The doctor said as he finished. 

‘Thank you so much, doctor.’ I said standing up. 

‘It won’t take long time to heal if you use the ointment that I gave you and I’m sure your boyfriend will take good care of you so it’ll heal even faster.’ He said smiling and his words broke my heart and I believe Kian’s too. 

‘Yeah, of course I will.’ Kian fake smiled as the doctor patted his shoulder. 

Maybe not this time..

The Lie of The Land (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

Previous Doctor Who/Sherlock parallels in Series 10:

The Pilot (opening episode of Doctor Who Series 10) & Sherlock parallels

The Smile (Doctor Who) & (smiley) Sherlock

The Smile (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

Thin Ice (Doctor Who) & Sherlock Parallels

Knock Knock (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

Oxygen (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

Extremis (Doctor Who) & Sherlock Parallels

The Pyramid at the End of the World (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

And a look back at Series 9 etc parallels here

And: Looking back: Jenny & Vastra & Foreshadowing The Plan

This episode was written by Toby Whithouse.

  • We open in a world where the monks have total control- we literally see them “doctor footage” of humanity, erasing and re-writing history. This is most majorly like Sherlock when we see footage of the monks killing the daleks when it was in fact, of course, the Doctor: compare with The Six Thatchers, with Mycroft showing the “official version” of a squaddie killing Magnussen rather than Sherlock.
  • We see the Doctor broadcasting the Monks’ lies on TV- looking very much like both Moriarty’s and Mary’s “broadcasts” via the screen.
  • Throughout the episode, we get glitchy effects of the monks’ and their ‘truth’ symbol- effects that very, very much so resemble Moriarty’s glitchy ‘Miss Me?’ broadcast. The words quickly appearing and disappearing also reminded me of Henry seeing the words ‘Liberty’ and ‘In’ during The Hounds of Baskerville.
  • Bill talks to her dead Mum throughout the episode- the effect of her Mum appearing for Bill and then later disappearing from the audience’s point of view visually resembles John talking to Mary in The Lying Detective.
  • We see that the monks’ interfere and manipulate people’s memories (there’s even a ‘Memory Police’), Bill notes that after her asking the Monks for help she can remember “nothing.” Compare with the missing narrative and memories in Sherlock: Faith in The Lying Detective saying she “can’t remember” who Culverton is going to kill.
  • Further on unreliable narration: Bill says, “Every day it’s harder to remember what’s real anymore.” She has to remember that the Doctor “wasn’t just a dream”, and what she did, along with him and Nardole “actually happened.” This can relate to Sherlock with multiple theories of series 4 being unreliable narration, possibly an alibi for John, who shot Mary, John who is injured after being shot by “Eurus”), desperately trying to remember “what actually happened” during his ‘dream’ of The Final Problem. Unreliable narration is further shown in the bluffs the Doctor pulls- he has to fake being under the Monks’ influence.
  • The Doctor says “Goodnight, Vienna!”- Sherlock says the very same in The Great Game.
  • Bill rashly pulling the gun on the Doctor resembles the suddenness of Norbury pulling the gun on Mary- the Doctor doesn’t die from being ‘shot’ and Mary…? ;) See here for more on Mary faking her death.
  • The Doctor saying, “It’s not a trick, it’s not a plan.” Compare with Sherlock’s line in The Lying Detective: “Of course it’s not a trick, it’s a plan.” (Of course, we later find out in Doctor Who that it is also a plan ;) )
  • The Doctor hijacks a ship- see John and Sherlock becoming ‘pirates’ to hijack a fishing boat in The Final Problem.
  • The Doctor visits Missy in her ‘prison.’ IT IS VISUALLY REMARAKABLY LIKE EURUS IN SHERRINFORD, COMPLETE WITH GLASS WALLS. SHE EVEN PLAYS A PIANO IN HER PRISON JUST LIKE EURUS PLAYS A VIOLIN. *ahem*
  • The Doctor was in prison for 6 months and so couldn’t visit Missy= In His Last Vow, Sherlock was going to be sent to Eastern Europe for 6 months; Irene wouldn’t have lasted 6 months without her ‘protection’… “6 months” is a recurring time frame in both Sherlock and Doctor Who.
  • When Bill sacrifices herself to try and defeat the Monks: “They’re hijacking her memories. Infecting them like a virus.”= Moriarty is the ‘virus in the data’ in Sherlock’s mind. The Doctor says here that Bill is ‘dying for nothing.’ I see this as possibly being tied to John– currently dying from a gunshot (he’ll be saved though), and his memories have been corrupted by the nightmare of The Final Problem. I’ve linked this meta before, but see here for the Mary drugging John theory, manipulating his memories just like the monks are doing here..
  • The Lone Monk sitting in “Fake News Central” (nice dig at Trump there <3), with the many film clips displayed around him visually is like Magnussen watching the bonfire footage from The Empty Hearse. Also, of course, the monks act like CCTV, and as said doctor footage, rather like a certain Mycroft Holmes, the British Government... tagging @waitedforgarridebs to scream ;)
  • The Doctor saying “Bill’s Mum, you just went viral”- compare with this line in The Lying Detective: “We’re beyond viral.”

Thank you for reading and if you’ve spotted any more parallels, feel free to add! Next week is an episode written by Mark Gatiss, and features the Victorian era… of course. ;) See you next week! xxx

Please hang up and try again

(ao3)


Clarke is mildly annoyed to see her phone light up with the hospital’s number, buzzing incessantly against the couch. She hates getting called in when she’s actually on-call. Getting called in on her day off, when she’s already eight episodes deep into a Prison Break binge, is even worse.

She’s pretty sure Maya is on shift tonight, and since Maya is the kind of friend Clarke can threaten with bodily harm without any love lost between them, she swipes to answer and sighs, “Whatever huge emergency I’m getting called in on my day off to deal with, it better be able to wait because I’m in my pajamas and there are hardly any trains running at this time of night.”

There’s an unexpected pause on the line.

“Clarke?”

“Yeah, did you not mean to call me?” She asks hopefully. “Does this mean I don’t have to come in?”

“No, uh–” Maya stutters. “I mean– We don’t need you here but… you might still want to come in? There’s a patient in the ER who gave us your number for his emergency contact.”

Clarke frowns. “Who is it?”

“I can’t really understand him, he’s slurring pretty bad,” says Maya, sounding as exasperated as Clarke has ever heard her. “It sounds like he’s saying his name is Baloney but I’m honestly just not willing to accept that. Even with the way people name their kids these days.”

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Comatose - Barry Allen

Originally posted by irissswests

warnings: swearing
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Your converse made a quiet noise against the linoleum as you headed to the familiar hospital like room in the building.  When you opened the door you found Cisco already inside, leaning over the comatose victim.

“Here to hydrate the patient?” Cisco said, faking his best doctor voice.  You chuckled and nodded.

“Yep.  It’s my job.  To mother this.. You looked down at the young man in the cot.  “Very very attractive man who may never wake up” Cisco rolled his eyes at you.

“You’re a sick mother” He said, making you laugh as you picked up his clipboard and checked off the date for hydration.  Then proceeded to hook up a water bag to one of your patient’s many IVs.  Cisco went back to his large desk of computers and… metal toys.  I sat down at a folding chair I kept by the cot for while I was stuck watching over Barry Allen.

Since the night he was brought to STAR Labs, you’d been by his side.  When Harrison assigned you the job you had cringed at the idea, but after the first few days you were thrilled to show up.  You could come wearing comfy clothes, jeans a tee shirt with sneakers every day.  Not to mention, he was a great listener.

Actually though, you sat and talked to him about everything.  Not that it really mattered, but it helped you through a few problems.  Getting out of a bad relationship, settling your nerves for your mother’s remarriage, and just simple small talk.  You usually arrived, said hello and told him what the weather is, then made simple talk about your night no matter how mundane.  Cisco and Dr Wells would often walk in during one of your one sided conversations.  Usually they poked fun saying a comatose patient doesn’t care what color you painted your nails last night but you ignored them.  You thought it was important for him to have some kind of connection to the real world.

Even if it was just little boring you, which you regularly apologized to him for.  Not that he ever responded.

As time came and went, you began to wonder things about Barry.  Sure, you knew his basic background, including his mother’s death and his living with Officer Joe West, but you wondered the little things.  Did he enjoy school? Was he a coffee or tea drinker? Did he prefer the snowy days and warm coco of winter or the late nights and parties of summer?  When he wakes up, will he recognize your voice? In a strange way you had deemed the patient as your friend, even though you’d never spoken to each other, you found it easy to speak to him.  You wondered if this was because your whole day you were stuck with him, or if he was just an easy to talk to kind of person.

On March 19th, you had been working on his charts when you noticed something on his file.

“Hey guys” You said, catching the attention of Caitlin and Cisco.  “It’s his birthday” Cisco clapped while Caitlin’s brows furrowed.

“Oh come on Cait” Cisco said.  “The dude’s 26 today, let’s celebrate for him” She just looked between you two like you’d tried to tell her santa was in the room.

“The guy’s in a coma” She said, beginning to organize her work station.  You looked down at Mr Allen, frowning.  It was his birthday, and you couldn’t do anything special for him.  He didn’t even know.  He fell under as a 25 year old, and he would wake up as a 26 year old.  It just seemed wrong, and sad.

“Caitlin” Cisco chuckled.  “This is just an excuse to go to the bar and celebrate for… Barry was it?” You gave them a sour look.

“You’re gonna use this poor man’s missed birthday as an excuse to go get drunk?” You asked.  Caitlin and Cisco looked at each other.

“Well… we’d be celebrating for him” She said.  “And nobody said you weren’t invited y/n” You half smiled, sitting in your chair by his bedside.

“No thanks” You said.  “I think I’ll just stay here and make sure everything’s alright” Cisco smiled smugly at your response.

“Big surprise” He said, and your brows knit together.

“What’s that mean?”

“Means you’re totally in love with your patient, Dr l/n” You shook your head at his ridiculous accusation.  

“That’s crazy.  You’re crazy” You said with a roll of your eyes.  You pretended to check his vitals, even though you already knew that they were all fine.

“Whatever you say, love doctor

“Shut up” You muttered, staring at your feet.

“Okay okay, make sure he doesn’t die or anything.  But if something crazy happens hopefully we’re sober enough to come back over and see what’s going on” Cisco told you.

“Well what about Harrison?” You asked.

“He went home early.  Something about a headache I don’t remember” Cisco said.

“No, he was just done for the night” Caitlin said to you, putting on her coat.  “Have fun with Mr Allen” She winked, to which you shook your head at them both before saying your goodbyes.  When they were gone, and it was only you and Mr Allen in the building, you let out a long sigh.

“Happy birthday Barry Allen” You said quietly, picking at the bed sheets.

Eight months later

It was a normal day walking into work, your blue skirt swaying around your thighs and boots clicking as you carried four coffees into the building.  One for Caitlin, Cisco, Dr Wells, and yourself.  Sometimes the job of coffee fetching switched off, but it was most often you.  You didn’t mind it at all.

“Alright so Caitlin they didn’t have your usual mocha so I settled on caramel I hope that’s okay” You said as you entered the lab, turning around to close the door behind you, and being careful not to spill the drink tray holding all of the coffees.  “It’s what I usually get and it’s actually pretty goo-”

When you turned you froze, the tray slipping off of your hands and crashing onto the floor, making a mess as everything spilled.

Barry Allen was sitting up in bed, and had been previously talking to Cisco before you made your dramatic entrance.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, swiftly grabbing paper towels and the trash can so you could clean up your mess.  Your head going haywire.  Nine months, it’s been nine months and Mr Allen is awake.  You briefly wondered if this meant that you no longer had a job at STAR Labs.

“Here let me help” You looked up from your frantic wiping to see your patient there, his eyes a brilliant and bright green.  You quickly averted your gaze.

“That’s quite alright Mr Allen, you probably need to rehabilitate yourself” You rushed out the words, throwing soaked towels into the garbage, along with now empty paper cups.

In seconds he had taken the roll of towels and wiped the floor clean.  You just blinked, looking up quickly to him and then the others in the room.

“Barry here has had an extraordinary side effect to the lightning that had stuck his body as the particle accelerator blew up” Dr Wells spoke first.  Your eyes widened as you looked to Mr Allen.

“So.. you have super cleaning abilities?” You asked.  Cisco snorted aloud.

“No y/n, he’s got super speed, like running and stuff” He said.  You shook your head, trying to collect yourself so that you could think straight.

“Wait… wait I know you!” Mr Allen snapped his fingers as he himself tried to think.  “You… you talked to me” He said, eyes narrowing as he pondered.  You nodded, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“I did, yeah.  Oh I’m Doctor l/n, b-but you can call me y/n if you’d rather” You said, sticking out your hand.  He grinned.

“Barry Allen” He responded, shaking your hand.  “But you already knew that” You chuckled, standing up and continuously looking down to avoid eye contact for too long.  It would make your heart begin to thump in ways that it shouldn’t.  Seeing that Mr Allen was still pretty much your patient.

“Yeah, yeah I did” You said, again having to push back your hair.  “Look I’d love to talk to you, Mr Allen, but that’s that guy’s job,” You pointed to Dr Wells, “-and I have more coffee to buy” You said with a half smile.  “So I’ll be back” You headed towards the door, and grabbed your purse and jacket.

“Well hey wait-” Mr Allen flashed over to you.  “I want to come, you did kinda save my life after all”

“It’s not in my jurisdiction to permit you to come-”

“Oh he should definitely go” Caitlin spoke up.  “Get some normalities back into his life” You nodded awkwardly.

“O-okay” You stammered.  “Well then uh, follow me Mr Allen” You said, already stepping out into the hall, and heading through the halls.  Barry easily kept up with you though.

“You know you don’t have to call me that, just Barry’s fine” He told you, smiling as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Alright then, Just Barry” You said cheekily, and making him chuckle.

“So how’s your mom? Oh and your friend who’s boyfriend kissed you when he was drunk” Your brows shot up as you looked over at him.  “You-you told me about those things”

“Yeah just…” You trailed off for a moment.  “I just don’t… I don’t know how to put this right” Barry waited patiently for you to finish.  “Nobody else knows about that, so it’s not something I really talk about often” Barry looked at you with pursed lips.

“Ah, so I know your secrets” He said with a growing smile.  You rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I really only have a couple friends” You said, making sure you weren’t looking at him when you said it.  Barry nodded.

“Well right now I’ve only got you” He said, and you blushed instantly.

The rest of the walk was quiet, but it was comfortable, thoughtful.  Here and there you just sorta… looked at each other and smiled.

You always looked away first.


After a month, you and Barry had become much more comfortable together.  You had quickly become very close friends and hung out quite a bit.  Your favorite place to do so being Jitters or your apartment.

Currently you were both sat in your apartment, on your couch, and watching Christmas movies.  You’d spent the whole day together decorating and drinking hot chocolate.

“You’re sure you’re cool with staying here on Christmas Eve? I mean you’re family-”


“It’s okay, I’m sure” He’d assured you for the hundredth time.  “I would much rather spend it with you” He said, standing up and kissing your cheek, holding it for a moment, before ruffling your hair and heading into your kitchenette.  You were left, resting your fingers on your cheek and still being able to feel his lips against my skin.  When he came back, he plopped a bag of m&ms in my lap, and began to blow gently on his new mug of cocoa.  You watched him for a moment, sidetracked from Home Alone 2 on your television set.  “What?” Barry hummed, catching your gaze.

“Nothing” You said, shaking your head and popping m&ms into your mouth.  You looked away a few short moments later.

You still didn’t know what to do about your predicament with Barry.  You weren’t his doctor anymore, but you were still coworkers.  Is that okay? Not that it really mattered, Barry only saw you as a friend.  You knew it.

After twenty minutes into the movie, you had your head painfully sat on the back of the couch.  Here and there you’d fish out an m&m, raise your hand above your face, and drop it into your mouth.  At some point, Barry had caught sight of you, smiling as you’d closed your eyes and tried to rest.

“Hey” He said, finding his voice was much softer than usual.  You looked over, your round eyes meeting his and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling upon seeing them.

“What?” You asked with furrowed brows after he’d successfully stared at you for thirty seconds without saying anything.

“Lay down, you’re uncomfortable” He said.  You shook your head.

“I’d get in your way” You told him, already looking back to the movie.

“That’s the point, here” Barry set one of the couch’s throw pillows onto his lap and patted it.  “I don’t mind and you’re exhausted, just lay down” You looked at him unsurely, but hesitantly pulled your legs up onto the couch, and laying your head on the pillow.  Barry smiled down at you.  “See? It’s fine” He said.  You smiled, and rolled onto your side.

“Thank you” You said quietly.  Barry just hummed, his hand falling to your hair.  After a few minutes you realized his fingers were combing through it, only making your heart beat faster.

Next time Barry sneaked a glance down at you, you were passed out.  Again he grinned, finding the way your lips were parted and your lashes cast shadows over your cheeks.  His hands brushed all your hair back, and you shuddered, rolling over so your body faced him.  He waited until you settled, but you kept shuffling around.  So Barry just watched with an amused smile, as you yawned, and wrapped your arms around his torso.  Your face buried against the pillow and his stomach.  He was instantly surprised as you continued to nuzzle into him.

“I love you” He whispered so low, he almost didn’t hear himself.  You were out cold, but it wasn’t said for you to hear it.  Only for him to know he’d said it.  “I love you” He repeated, rubbing a thumb gently over your forehead and then cheek.


When you woke up again you felt warm, protected.  You hummed, and smiled, then looked up to see what you’d been snuggled into.

You almost fell off the couch when you saw Barry was the ‘pillow’ you were cuddling so lovingly to.

“B-Bear” You mumbled, releasing your arms from around him and beginning to sit up.  “How long was I asleep? You should’ve woken me up” You sat up normally on the couch, rubbing your arms for the warmth you’d just lost from not staying on Barry.

“An hour or so” He told you.  “But I told you it was fine, you seemed very peaceful I couldn’t wake you up” You half smiled at him, then looked down at your feet.

“Still sorry though, you could’ve been home sleeping by now” You said.  Barry shrugged.

“When are you gonna realize I like it here?” He asked, gesturing around your apartment.  You glanced around the living room, the christmas tree, dimly lit by colored lights, some small and basic decorations on your coffee table and on the walls.

“You do?” You asked, and Barry nodded reassuringly.

“I do.  A lot” He said.  “I like being here with you” Your cheeks turned pink as you laughed softly.

“Yeah well, I like having you here Barry” You told him.  Again your eyes wandered, and landed on the clock above the tv.  “Oh my god it’s past midnight” You said, eyes lighting up as you glanced back to Barry.  “It’s Christmas” He chuckled, scooting over to pull you in for a hug.

“Merry Christmas y/n” He said, holding you tightly.  You squeezed back, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas Barry” You whispered back.  You held on to each other for a few more unnecessary moments.

“y/n?” You finally, and reluctantly pulled away, staring up at him with awestruck eyes.

“Yes?” You mumbled back, the word hanging in the air.

“Would you care if I stayed here tonight?” Your lips pulled into a tight smile before shaking your head.

“Not at all” You told him.  A sad tone laced in your words.  That wasn’t exactly what you’d expected him to say.  “Come on I’ll show you to the bed and you can make yourself all comfortable” You said, standing up from the sofa.

“Oh I can just stay out here” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.  I frowned, wrapping my arms around myself.

“I don’t think I’d be a very good hostess if you slept on the couch-” You began but Barry cut you off.

“I really don’t mind”

“It’s Christmas” You countered, and again he shrugged.

“Unless you somehow got super strength and carry me to the bed, I’ll be here” He told you, making you huff.

“You’re a real pain sometimes Mr Allen” You said before turning to get blankets for him.  Barry chuckled at the name you called him here and there, usually when you were trying to make the point that he was a pain in the ass.  He watched you walk off, trying to tie up your hair on your head in a bun.  Barry sighed as you disappeared into your room, his mind running wild with thoughts.

He’d wanted to kiss you earlier, he’d never wanted to so badly before, but something about your lips so close to his just seemed irresistible.  You had smelled so good, like sugar cookies and peppermint and cocoa, like the Christmas spirit was your perfume.  No one had ever made Barry Allen more anxious trip-over-his-own-feet than you did.

When he thought you’d taken a while, he got up and walked himself back down the hallway where your room was.  He knocked lightly on the open door.

“y/n?” You spun around, dropping something on your bed and gathering up a ton of blankets, and grabbing a pillow putting it on top of the pile in your arms.

“Sorry sorry I’m coming” You rushed out the words and Barry smiled, walking into your room and reaching to take some of the things out of your arms.

“You alright?” He asked you, throwing a blanket over his shoulder and holding the pillow in one hand.

“Yeah yeah of course why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.

“Because you’re rambling and hiding whatever you threw down on your mattress behind you” He said, trying to peek around your shoulder in the dark to see what it was you were purposefully standing in front of.

“It’s nothing Bear, now come help me make you a bed on the couch” You said, moving forward and prompting him to turn around to leave your room.  Barry shrugged, biting back a knowing smile.

You instantly knew what he was doing.

“Don’t!” You managed to yelp before dropping your things just as he did, leaping onto his back as he flashed to your bed, picking up the item you’d been hiding.  You clung to his back still, your legs wrapped around his torso as your arms scrambled to snatch it out of his hands.

But Barry had already seen what it was.  He held a black picture frame in his hands, and in the frame was a photo he had snapped.  Displaying the both of you at Jitters.  He had stated he wanted to take a selfie to which you shook your head and tried to steal a sip of his drink.  He remembered you’d been trying to drink from his mug all morning.  As he’d taken the picture you were behind him, smiling as you hid your face behind his mug.

While he was distracted by his walk down memory lane and the beauty you’d possessed in the photo, you grabbed the frame from his hands, and slid off of his back, carefully brushing your fingers over the glass that protected the picture.  You walked it back over to where it had previously sat on your dresser.  Barry watched you curiously as you stared at it for a few more moments, then turned to face him.

“I-I don’t want it to get soiled, or-or anything” You stammered.  “It’s the only one I have of us and… and it’s important” You added.  Barry gave you an amused smile, and walked over to you.

“I wasn’t going to destroy it with my bare hands y/n” He said with a small chuckled.  You blushed, glancing momentarily down to your feet.

“Yeah- yeah I know it’s just kinda embarrassing” Barry laughed again and shook his head.

“I promise it’s not” He told you.  “I’m honored to have my own picture on your dresser” Again you blushed, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

“Alright well come on Flash, I’ll make your bed” You said, and this time he followed you out of your room, to the living room again.  You began laying blankets across the sofa, and fluffing the spare pillow for him.  “If you end up needing something feel free to just help yourself, or wake me up I won’t kill you for-” You turned, coming face to face with Barry Allen, not having known he was right there.  “-waking me” You finished with a nervous tremor in your tone.

For once, you were unable to tear your eyes from him, finding the green orbs even more intriguing than the day you’d met him.

“Glad you won’t attack me” He said quietly.

“W-well I might try, I don’t have the greatest history with people waking me up” You replied in the same volume.

“It wouldn’t work anyways” Barry said, surprising you by not moving away.  You’d figured in your mind that his nose was about an inch from bumping into yours.  “I’m far too fast”

“You’d likely be too tired to even realize what’s happening” You told him, swallowing thickly.  “Next thing you know I’ve given you a black eye” You said, an airy laugh following, and bringing a smile to his lips.  Your eyes trained on his mouth as the ends of his lips tugged upwards, revealing his white teeth and gleaming smile.  Your gaze lingered there before you peered back up at him through your lashes.

“You’re not moving away” Barry said in a hushed tone.  You licked your lips.

“I’m not sure my feet could move if I wanted them to” You replied, making him smile again, causing your eyes to downcast to his lips once more.  You tilted forward, and he did as well, his hand sliding around your waist and shooting chills up your spine.

“y/n” He murmured, cool breath fanning over your lips.  

“Yeah?” You replied, meeting his eyes again and finding them intensely staring into yours.  Your breath hitched.

“You’re making it really hard for me not to kiss you right now” He said.  Your eyes flickered between his.  Your lips parted and your heartbeat skyrocketed.

“No one’s stopping you” You said before you could think through what was happening.  With your words he leaned over the rest of the way and pressed his lips against yours.  You breathed softly in through your nose, your eyes fluttering shut.  He smiled against your mouth as your hands reached around his neck, fingers tangling up in his hair.  Barry pulled you closer until you were flush against him.  He parted for a moment only to tilt his head to the other side and kiss you again, his own fingers curling around your jaw.  You hummed against him, letting him pull you away slowly.

“I’m in love with you” Barry whispered before either of you’d even opened your eyes.  You smiled as he looked down at you, your eyes still closed.

“I love you too Barry” You said, lashes fluttering as you opened your eyes again.  You found him smiling at you, and you pushed your nose up against his, standing on your tiptoes and staring into his eyes.  His fingers brushed over your cheeks softly, carefully and lovingly.

“Since when.. Since when I was in a coma” Your brows crinkled, in silent question to what he meant by that.  “And every day I heard your voice, and pretty much only your voice” You blinked, wondering where he was going with his.  “y/n it was like you were all I had” He said.  “You always… you always talked to me, and I know the others made fun of you for it I heard that too.  “But you continued anyways and… and I’m happy I was even able to wake up to have the chance to meet you” Your eyes were wet as you forced a smile from your surprised and lovestruck look.

“Y-you changed my life too” You said.  “I got through things cause I could talk to you” You told him honestly.  “You… you made me a better person” You said, voice a little scratchy from the tears building up.  “You… you made me love my job” You told him.  “You made me become closer with the people I work with…” You shook your head, sniffling.  Your eyes closed as tears slipped onto your cheeks.  Barry brushed them off instantly with his thumbs.

“You, y/n, make me want to be the Flash, make me want to save people, to help people, the city, as much as I can, whatever I can do to just… just help” Your hands ran through his hair repeatedly, and you smiled, pulling him down to your height, before placing your lips on his, passionately, and quickly being able to move together in sync.  Your arms wound tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer than he already was.

He turned you around, smiling against your lips as he crouched slightly to lift you up, your legs wound around his waist, holding yourself in place while your lips peppered his with kisses, going from quick short ones, to long, loving ones.  His hands were holding you firmly under your legs.  He turned you around again, dropping you onto the couch.

“Barry!” You let out a small yelp of surprise, but he quickly dropped over you, a knee on either side of your hips.  You giggled before he kissed you sweetly.

“Sleep with me” He said, a question that sounded more like a statement.  You giggled again, covering your lips behind your fingertips.  “N-not like that no I-I meant it like-like go to sleep not like you know the other thing I didn’t mean it like that at all of course not i mean I haven’t even asked you to be my girlfriend-” You cut him off, cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips down onto yours for a soft and sweet kiss.  “What was that for?” Barry asked you.

“You were babbling” You said with another small giggle.  He did as well, an adorable little sound that made you grin and blush.  “But I’d love to sleep with you” You said with a wink.  Barry kissed your nose in response.  “And whenever you’d like to step up to the plate, I’ll get to thinking about my answer to the girlfriend question”

Before you could say anything else, he’d flashed off of you, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch.  You looked at him with a puzzled expression, sitting up on the sofa.

“What’re you-?”

“y/n” He took your hands in both of his, kissing them quickly.  Your brows raised at the action.

“Barry” You copied.

“Would you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?” You pursed your lips, looking around as you pondered the idea jokingly.

“I don’t know… will there be food involved?”

“All the time, I need 10,000 calories a day” You shrugged.

“Okay… and naps?”

“I love sleeping!” Barry said with an amused smile.  You hummed.  Barry scooted closer, pecking your lips.  “Anything you want” He said, and you grinned looking into his eyes.

“I want you” You whispered back.  “So yes” You grinned, hands cupping around his face.  “I’ll be your girlfriend” Barry smiled, and again you were flashed off.  When you were able to take in your surroundings, you found yourself in your room, wearing pajama shorts and a tee shirt, with Barry in front of you wearing boxer shorts.  You smirked.

“Shut up” Barry said, feeling bashful.  “Come here” He pulled on your wrist, and you followed, stepping on your tiptoes as he backed up towards your bed.  Your eyes caught the alarm clock on your night stand.

“It’s already one AM” You said, and he paused just as the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

“We’ve already established that you have a sleeping problem” You made a pout.

“I do not” You said.  Barry chuckled, leaning back onto the bed, you crawling over top of him, straddling over top of him as he laid down.  Neither of you broke eye contact, until you leaned down and slanted your lips against his.  His hand reached up, pushing your hair back and cupping your head and holding you closer.

You giggled as he’d tried to roll you under him, ending up with the both of you on your sides, one of your legs still hooked around him.  You kissed him a few time between giggles.

“Hey” He murmured.  “Hey” He repeated, this time pulling his lips off of yours.  You looked at him, still smiling, as you had been since he’d arrived at your apartment.  Which seemed long ago.

“What?” You breathed out as his arms wrapped around you, yanking the blankets over top of you both.

“I love you” You smiled, laying a hand on his cheek and looking between his eyes.

“I love you too” You replied, and he kissed your forehead, leaving his lips there for  few longing seconds.  You pressed your hands against his chest and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.  Barry’s arms tightened around you, his legs even tangling with yours.

“Merry Christmas love” He mumbled into your hair, making you smile and snuggled into him again.

“Merry Christmas Barry” You replied, before falling asleep.  

Barry watched you for a few moments, thinking as he watched you in your peaceful state.  He thought about how he’d somehow fallen for you while he wasn’t even conscious.  How he’d known you were the one for him when he couldn’t even look at you.  He’d loved you before he could speak to you.

Barry smiled at this, and kissed your head before closing his eyes, and for once was content with slow movements.


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xoxo ~ jordie

Of Flora, Fauna, and Fondness

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Summary: AU in which you work at a botanical garden and when I go, I get stung by a bee and have an allergic reaction and you accompany me to the hospital

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How the hell did I draw the short straw on this one? Dean questions as he bats the length of a giant leaf away from his face. It’s probably the tenth one he’s run into in this exhibit alone , the Mediterranean section of the botanical gardens. It was the 75th anniversary of the gardens, and somehow, Dean was the reporter that got stuck with writing the article for the paper.

Adding to the fact that Dean doesn’t know a single damn thing about plants, the gardens are currently packed to capacity with over eager tourists and their giant cameras taking photos of every freakin’ flower in the building. He has to push his way around exhausted parents with screaming kids to make it to the front desk to pick up some information for his article. The building is hot, humid, and smelly; he’s about to sweat through his jacket.

Notepad and pen in hand, Dean decides that it’s time for a break. He searches the maze of green for a bench, a chair - anything. He finally spots one across from a section of multicolored flowers when he feels a sharp sting in his arm.

Shit.

He knows he shouldn’t have taken his jacket off, but it was just so damn hot in the building. He quickly glances at the area and he knows he’s been stung.

By a bee.

Which he is very allergic to.

It’s only a matter of seconds before he feels his chest tightening. He struggles to breathe and is overcome by dizziness. He makes a few staggering steps to the bench and falls into it, gripping his affected arm. He barely manages to shout a weak help due to his swollen tongue, and he knows this reaction is worse than the last time he was stung.

Dean feels a man sit down next to him, the words fading in and out.

“I’ve called…. 911…. help…coming…”

And then everything goes black.

***

Dean awakes later to a blindingly white hospital room. His throat feels like he’s swallowed a desert, and his arm still hurts like hell. He’s about to push the call button on his bed - if he can even find the damn thing - when a voice interrupts him.

“You’re awake.”

Dean jumps from the sudden sound. “Jesus man, no need to scare a guy like that. Almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Well,” the man counters, “if you did have one, at least you’re already in a hospital.”

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Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x