mrs.-brief

Tom Holland x Medical Student (Y/N)

I’m going to be starting a new fanfic/imagine. It will be about our so beloved British boy, Tom Holland and a simple girl Y/N, who is a medical student.

Short Summary:

Tom and Y/N meet in a rather unexpected way. Y/N is a medical student doing an internship at a hospital, on that day she was assigned for the emergency department. Somehow Tom gets into that same hospital and meets Y/N. They kick it off instantly, but how will their story develop?

By the way I don’t seem to find a title lol. If you have any suggestions, I’d be really thankful. ENJOY ;)

 Part 1 

Today I was feeling great. I loved my job so far it gave me the possibility to see into all the diverse spheres of medical specialisations, which was very useful since I still hadn’t decided what to study.

I had had 4 coffees, which is a personal record. Soon my shift would be over and I’d be going home get ready so that I could go out with my friends. It was my friend’s birthday and I promised I’d go out with them even, if I’d rather stay at home and get some sleep. But what should I wear tonight…?

“Y/N can you come over to see some patients” my supervising doctor called me over, I snapped form my day dream and rushed to where I was needed.

The doors of the emergency room opened. People were shouting out of the building, flashes came from outside. They were all calling a name. the voices were muffled, a guy appeared.

“Is there a doctor here? I think I need some stitches…” he said calmly as if nothing was wrong with him. I looked at him and saw he was holding his left arm with some bandages. “Are you a doctor?” he asked me and shrugged. I know his face. Where have I seen him before. I nodded at him telling him to follow me. I put him in the next bed and closed the curtain.

“Dr. Anderson will be shortly with you, let me get your bandages.” I said moving toward him. Dr. Anderson appeared from behind the curtain and took a look at the boy’s arm.

“It’s only a superficial cut nothing too serious. However, I need to ask what happened exactly, Mr. …?”

“Holland” a brief answer, I kept watching him from a distance

“Well I was practicing some stunts and I fell from the trampoline and cut myself on a piece of metal”

“Ok, did you hit your head?” he nodded slightly

Dr. Anderson finished stitching his wound and turned to me “Dr. Y/L/N will be doing the last checks. I believe that you are alright, but some patients need me right now more and my assistant here can do these check-ups very well on her own.” Dr. Anderson smiled shook Mr, Hollands hand and went to his next patient.

I cleared my throat and turned to the attractive patient that I’ve seen somewhere but still wasn’t able to recall from where… “So Mr. Holland I will do some very quick check-ups and you’ll be right out of here.” I moved toward the patient. My hands were all sweaty all of a sudden. WTF was going on here. Y/N focus, you are such a perv for having the hots for a patient! He looks at me with beautiful brown eyes and smiles slightly. Let’s just say that in that moment I was really happy that humans couldn’t read minds.

“Okay Mr. Holland I’ll need to check your sight first” I inform him taking my little flash light out of my pocket of my coat. “follow the light”, he does as I said. “mhm, so your sight is alright. Do you feel dizzy or something?” I try to hold his gaze and he grins. My cheeks are on fire. This is so embarrassing. He chuckles and replies “no, I feel okay”

“I’ll need to check for your heart and lungs”, a lump form in my throat I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “Can you take your shirt off, please?” He does what I tell him. And Holly molly I was not prepared for this sight. He was ripped. Yeah, my hormones were going nuts. I bite my lip. I decide to start with his back, not feeling ready to be in front of him touching his chest.

I put my stethoscope on and put it on his back. “Breathe in” I move it slightly “exhale”. But I think I was telling myself to keep breathing and not him. I repeat the process, my palms getting sweatier. Okay, Y/N now you only need to control his chest and you’re done. I move to put the stethoscope on his chest. He sits straighter.

“Soo, Dr.Y/L/N. Have you been a doctor for a long time? You are pretty young to be a doctor?” he tries to break the ice. I dare to look up to him. MISTAKE, abort mission!

“I’m doing an internship. I’m a medical student. I’m 20 years old, but I finished High school early… That’s why I’m pretty young compared to other interns”, I swallow hard and he smiles looking at me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s finish this examination, Mr. Holland” I manage to say.

Dr. Anderson left some meds for hot guy over here and an appointment to remove the stitches. He thanks me and gets up from the patient bed he was sitting on.

“Umm, Dr. do you have like another exit, one that is not really used by normal patients?”, he asks me.

“Mr. Holland, why do you need a different exit?”

In that moment I opened the curtain and a little kid, who was about 5 years old points at Mr. Holland and smiles up. “Spiderman what are you doing here?”, the kids’ eyes shine with pride and joy. SPIDERMAN?! I look back at the guy I just examined. He surpasses me and kneels down so that he is the same height as the little boy. He ruffles his hair and tells him about his injury.

“You see I was fighting evil guys, but got hurt. So I came here so that the Dr. could help me out”, he explains to the little boy pointing at me. I freeze. What? The kid takes a look at me and decides to come over and hugs my leg. “Thank you doctor for helping Spiderman!” he smiles sweetly. I do the same and look at Mr. Holland. His smile is full of happiness and satisfaction. He gave me one of those smiles that reaches the eyes and I feel all mushy inside. The boy goes back to his mother.

“Mr. Holland, will you follow me please?” I smile slightly. He follows me. I show him the entrance and exit for all doctors.

“This is a good exit”, I tell him, biting my lip again. How old are you Y/N?! 12 for being nervous around a guy?

“Thanks dr.”

“You are welcome, good bye Mr. Holland”, he is already walking away from me, but then turns around

“My name is Tom.”, he flashes a grin. He waves at me and I watch him leave.

“Bye, Tom…” I reply barely a whisper. In that moment I wonder, if I’ll see him again. Something tells me this wasn’t the last time. I smile.

Originally posted by greysanatomytime

Originally posted by chrisbeck

Part 2

Hasu [はす] Presents...

While most fans of Dragon Ball and all the ships of this anime (especially the western ones, although I do not mention certain fandom since many know to whom I refer) They seem not to stop to insist on the very negative vision that they have They to Goku about fatherhood and also towards Chichi and the raising of her own children.

Something curious, is that the Japanese fans do not have that vision about Goku and this story (which is divided into two parts and published later) shows us even Goku different from what Westerners think and can even appreciate how distressed that when They do not give you permission to even see your family.
Surprising, right? 

GoChi is love  [悟チチ ❤ They may not be the perfect family, but that makes them unique and better … because despite the problems… they will remain united no matter what happens…

Source: JAM | はす [pixiv] http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=62327625

THE BREADSTICK CLUB || 5sos au (1600+ words)

        Walking up the stairs to Shermer High School for detention was not what I had in mind for my Saturday. The AC blew my hair back as I walked into the building, I shiver for a moment then proceed into the school’s library. I walked in to see a dark blonde curly hair boy sitting in the front row of desks with his head facing the floor. His eyes shot up to meet mine as I set my bag down on the desk a few feet away from him. Ashton gave a small nervous smile that showed off his dimples and I wondered what he could’ve possibly done to be in here. I never talk to him, but I know he’s a real teacher’s pet. Maybe he kissed too much ass or he’s here for extra credit for some bizarre project, I don’t know. I don’t really care. A moment later Calum, a friend of mine who plays for the school’s soccer team sluggishly enters the room. He places his hand on the seat next to mine and tilts his head some, I nod for him to sit. Mr. Vernon enters the library doors, and following right behind him is Michael. He kept his head down with his raven black hair covering his face as he rushed over to the desk in the back of the room. The moment he sits down, he whips out his iPod, puts both ear buds in, and shoves his face down in his arms that rested on the desk. Cal and I widen our eyes some at each other before our attention is drawn to Mr. Vernon.
        "You are in detention, as you know. For the next eight hours you will be-“ His sentence is cut short by the sound of something hitting the floor by the library’s entrance. Everyone, even Michael turns their head towards the library door to see a stapler on the ground and a lanky boy standing over it.
        "Oops.” He smirks as he slowly makes his way to a seat with his hands casually in his pockets. As he sits down he swings his long legs onto the desk then crosses them.
        "Mr. Hemmings, how nice of you to make an entrance as such.“ Mr. Vernon’s voice became noticeably slower and more agitated.
        "Anything for my fans.” Luke gives him a wink and puckers his lips to indirectly kiss our principle. I stared at him, dumbfounded by his smug confidence.
        "This is detention-“ Mr. Vernon walks past a few rows to get to Luke’s seat. When he arrives, he knocks Luke’s legs off the table and onto the floor. ”-Not a comedic gig.“ His words were firm and his eyes strictly on Luke. As he turned to make his way back up to the front of the room, Luke rolls his eyes and brings his legs back on top of the desk to it’s previous location.
        "For the next eight hours you will sit here and think about why you’ve all found yourselves here today. You will not speak, you will not move, and you will not do anything but think.” Aspirated groans escape all of us. Well, all but one-
        "Well that’s fucking boring.“ I spin my entire body around to see Luke with his arms folded across his chest and a straight face that turns to face me. “What is it Princess? Too innocent to hear such naughty words?” A corner of his lip perks up and my agape mouth closes into a firm line and I nip at the skin of my lip. What an arrogant piece of trash.
        "Well Lucas, if serving detention doesn’t seem to excite you much, maybe you should try a little harder not to get in it. However, that does give me an idea.“ Mr. Vernon turns to the table behind him and picks up a stack of papers, he then begins passing them out to us. "To pass some of the time, you all can write an essay on who you think you are. I want no less than a thousand words, and by essay I mean essay, not the same word written a thousand times.”
        Calum lets out a grunt as he turns to Luke. “Nice one mate. Thanks a lot.” His accent gets thick and deep from his harsh tone.
        "Anything for you babe.“ Luke scoffs. I see Cal’s arm tense up and I grab him
        "Calum calm down, just ignore him.” Cal turns back to sit in his chair properly and exhales through his nose in attempt to ease up.
        "Princess, you couldn’t ignore me if you tried.“ He snickers, looking all too comfortable. I roll my eyes, annoyed while shaking my head.
        "Hey! Detention starts now. Meaning no speaking as of now. I will be in my office, and if I hear as much as a peep I will not hesitate to give you another Saturday in this lovely school.” Mr. Vernon takes a final look at all of us before turning on his heel to walk out the door.
        "Fuck that!“ I actually drop my head into my hands when I hear Luke’s outburst.
        "And I will be seeing you next weekend Mr. Hemmings.” Mr. Vernon doesn’t even turn to face Luke as he says it, he just continues to walk to the library’s entrance.
        "It’s a date! Wear something sexy!“ Luke’s voice raises to insure his aggressively sassy statement is heard. In a quick motion, our principle spins around and walks a couple steps in Luke’s direction then stops to lift a finger at him.
        "Now you have the next two weeks with me! Wanna go for a third?”
        "Sure! Why the fuck not!“ Luke shouts back.
        "That’s three!” Mr. Vernon’s voice cracks as he tries to shout louder and more strongly than Luke. I push myself out of my seat and shove Luke’s legs off the table.
        "Would you just shut up!? Why do you have to do that!?“
        Everyone in the room stares at me, and after a brief silence, Mr. Vernon calmly says "Three weekends Hemmings.” and then proceeds to walk out of the door and into his office.
        I straighten out my clothes and sit back down onto my seat. Luke leans in on his desk and looks up at me even though my arms are crossed and I refuse to look back at him.
        "Damn princess-“ He starts but I cut him off
        "Why do you do that?” I ask, my gaze still fixated on one of the ceiling panels.
        "Do what? Say ‘fuck’?“ He chuckles knowing exactly that’s not what I meant.
        "No. why do you always have to talk back? Why do you need to have the last word?” I shrug with a scoff. I hear him snicker under his breath. Next thing I know his face is over my shoulder, his lips brushing against my hear.
       "Fuck.“ He whispers into it and it’s enough to make me gasp. I quickly get out of my seat and walk over to the check out counter and rest my forearms on top of it. Moments later I hear footsteps approaching behind me.
        "See, I knew it. What’s your problem with the word Princess. It’s just a word.” I jump when his hands are put low on my hips and his pelvis is pressed up against my backside. It pushes me into the counter some and he brings his lips to my neck and mumbles into it. “Unless of course when it’s not just a word.” He smirks into my skin with a chuckle and I feel my face heat up quick.
        "Stop.“ I say barely audible as I try to escape the cage he’s put me in from his body.
        "Maybe you’re so flustered when you hear it because you’ve never done it… have you?” I shake my head as he continues to lean in close to whisper his taunting words.
        "Hey! I believe she said stop.“ Calum’s voice comes out husky and firm as he hurriedly walks over to Luke and I. "So leave her alone-” Calum yanks Luke off of me by his jacket and shoves him to the side. “-Or we’ll have a problem.”
        My breath gets hitched in my throat as I watch the two of them. Luke backs up with his hands raised in surrender. However, the smirk still on his face shows he’s still trying to play his game. “Sorry mate, I didn’t know she was your girl.” Luke sits back down in the desk behind me and leaves Calum and I clueless.
        "No we’re not-“ I try to explain as Calum also speaks up
        "We’re just friends.”
        The smile on Luke gets bigger and his eyes widen. “Ahhhh, so you’re not dating. Just friends with benefits.” He bites his lip piercing and I bite my own lip in frustration. I see Cal’s fists turning white at the knuckles from how hard he’s clenching them.
        "Better watch your damn mouth mate. I promise you, you don’t wanna piss me off.“
        Luke obviously won’t stop knowing that he’s got Calum going. I’m too stuck in my shoes to say anything, so I just keep to myself as Ashton and Michael continue to watch.
        "Watch MY mouth? What about little miss Princess? I think watching what her mouth can do would be a lot more sexy.” Luke licks where his piercing is present before putting his tongue back into his mouth as he winks at me. “Oh fuck yeah. A good blow from her would be heaven.”
        "SHUT UP!“ Calum and I say in unison. Cal lunges into Luke and grabs the collar of his shirt and keeps a tight grip on the fabric while pressing his fists into Luke’s skin. Ashton jumps in between them in attempt to break them up but only gets knocked onto his ass when Calum momentarily lets a hand off Luke to shove Ashton away. Michael laughs from the other side of the room and just seconds later Mr. Vernon storms into the room.
        "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE.”

3

READER, THIS IS PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

I will make a funny Jane Eyre summary in 4 or 5 parts and I hope the same other novels !

I read the book this summer for my english literature class and i didn’t expected it to be this entertaining :’)

Hello Detective Chapter 54 (Sherlock imagine)

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The two of you rode the elevator down to the lab for Q to prep you for your case.

“Ah, hello you must be our new 009!” A man younger than what you expected greeted the two of you once the elevator door opened.

“Yes, Y/N Gregson.” You smiled.

“Before we get down to the details of your next mission, I’ll need you both to roll up your left sleeve. Just a tracking device, needs to be implanted. M insisted on it after Miami.” Q said, looking to Bass.

“He still mad about that?” Bass asked.

“Just need to keep an eye on you.” Q smiled.

“What happened in Miami?” You asked as the tracking device was injected into your arm.

“007 stopped a bomb from destroying a Skyfleet prototype that was being unveiled.” Q answered.

“Why would someone want to destroy it?” You asked.

“When they analyzed the stock market after 9/11, the CIA discovered a massive shorting of airline stocks. When the stocks hit bottom on 9/12 someone made a fortune.” Q explained.

“So the same thing was supposed to happen with Skyfleet stock. I’m guessing that someone lost around 100 million dollars betting the wrong way. Do we know who?” You asked.

“Jesus, M wasn’t lying about you being incredibly quick. We think it’s a man known as Le Chiffre. Banker to the world’s terrorists.” Q said.

“Are we certain it’s him?” You asked.

“Well it would explain how he could set up a high-stakes poker game at Casino Royale in Montenegro. Ten players $10 million buy in, $5 million rebuy. Winner takes all.” Q said.

“Potentially $150 million. So we’ll know where he’ll be. But you don’t want him dead do you? This Le Chiffre sounds like he doesn’t have $100 million to lose.” You said.

“Has he been playing the stock market with his clients’ funds?” Bass asked, knowing the answer.

“We can’t let him win this game. If he loses, he’ll have nowhere to run. We’ll give him sanctuary in return for everything he knows. We’re putting you in the game Bass, replacing someone who was playing for a syndicate.” Q explained.

“And am I just a tag along?” You asked.

“You’re to keep him out of trouble, learn the ropes, and work as a team.” Q explained, much to Bass’ displeased look.

The two of you were on a train to Montenegro.

“Where exactly is the money coming from?” You asked.

“The treasury will wire it into my account at Montenegro.” Bass explained.

“I suppose you’ve realized that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.” You quipped. He smirked but didn’t reply.

“I’ve never played poker.” You confessed. “I suppose it’s just a matter of probability and odds. You play the man across from you, not the cards in your hand. I think I’d quite like the game.”

“You’re good at reading people?” He asked.

“You already know that. You’ve read the blog haven’t you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Riveting stuff. Though it’s abnormal for a police officer to upgrade to a double-0, you must have connections. Friends in high places.” He said, waiting for you to confirm his suspicions.

“I’ve gotten to where I am because I’m good at what I do. Much like you. It doesn’t matter where you come from.” You said defensively.

“I knew I liked you.” He smirked.

“Really? That’s surprising since you consider women disposable pleasures instead of meaningful pursuits. Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side Mr. Bass, and I hate losing.” You said. “Your charm may work on every other woman in this planet, but it won’t work on me.”

He only smirked and nodded, he loved a challenge. He didn’t know how truly broken you were, and that no one alive could fix you.

Your train arrived in Montenegro and a car was waiting to take the two of you to the hotel. A contact slipped Charles an envelop before he joined you in the cab. You raised your eyebrow as he opened in on the drive.

“It’s just last-minute details.” He said, while reading it. “Apparently we’re very much in love.”

“Do you usually leave it to porters to tell you this sort of thing?” You joked.

“Only when the romance has been necessarily brief. I’m Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you’re Ms. Stephanie Broadchester.” He said casually, hiding a smirk.

“I am not.” You argued, while trying to grab the papers out of his hand.

“You’re gonna have to trust me on this. We’ve been involved for quite a while, hence the shared suite.” He smirked.

“But my family is strict Roman Catholic, so for appearances’ sake it’ll be a two-bedroom suite.” You smirked back, two can play this game.

“I do hate it when religion comes between us.” He smiled.

“Religion and a securely locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bass?” You asked.

“No, don’t worry. You’re not my type.” He answered honestly.

“Smart?” You asked.

“Single.” He answered, looking out the window as the car arrived at the hotel.

The two of you exited the car and approached the reception desk to check in.

“Welcome to the Hotel Splendid. Your name, sir?” The receptionist from the five-star hotel asked.

“Charles Bass. You’ll find the reservation under Beech.” He spoke, arrogantly blowing your cover instantly. Had he no respect for protocol or espionage?

You stormed off the to elevator, leaving him to check in.

“Very funny.” You said, “No wonder M thinks you need a babysitter.”

“Look, if Le Chiffre is that well-connected, he knows who I am and where the money’s coming from. Which means he’s decided to play me anyway. So he’s either desperate or he’s overly confident, but either way, that tells me something about him. And all he gets in return is a name he already has.” Bass argued.

“And now he knows something about you. He know’s you’re reckless.” You spoke as the elevator opened and you entered, quickly hitting the close door button before your partner could enter. “Take the next one. There isn’t enough room for me and your ego.”

That afternoon the two of you met with your Treasury contact, Rene Mathis, for lunch. He was an older man with greying hair and a smooth accent. He informed you and Bass that Le Chiffre had arrived yesterday, and spend the time re-establishing old relationships.

“The chief of police and he are now quite close.” Mathis said. “He’s the one with the mustache over my left shoulder.”

You and Bass both focused your eyes on the man with two woman at his lunch table.

“That could make life difficult.” You said.

“And quite possibly shorter. He’s not a very subtle man. I thought about trying to buy his services, but we frankly couldn’t afford to outbid Le Chiffre.” He replied, and suddenly three police cars surrounded the outdoor patio and you raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“So I decided it was cheaper to supply his deputy with evidence that we were bribing the chief. It’s amazing what you can do with photoshop these days. I think your odds are improving, Mr. Bass.” He said as the police chief was arrested.

Back at the hotel you were in the washroom getting ready in a silk robe when Bass knocked on the door. He entered with a long gown on a hanger and hung it on the back of the door.

“Something you expect me to wear?” You asked.

“I need you looking fabulous. So that when you walk up behind me and kiss me on the neck, the players across from me will be thinking about your neckline and not about their cards. Do you think you can do that for me?” Charles asked.

“I’ll do my best.” You smirked smugly. He exited the room before quickly returning holding up the dinner jacket you had gotten him.

“I have a dinner jacket.” He argued.

“There are dinner jackets, and dinner jackets. This is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.” You said, returning to applying some mascara.

“How the f–” He stopped himself. “It’s tailored.”

“I sized you up the moment we met. Don’t look so surprised, I told you I’m good at what I do.” You said, and he left the room. Your smile faded and a memory of Sherlock flooded your mind. You missed being constantly outsmarted by him, it was exhausting being the smartest one the in the room with no one to talk to. Alone in the sky with no way to land, and the only man you could save you was dead.

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