the doctor took their hands and ran

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!

PART ONE

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‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”


“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.


[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.


“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”

“Dwight..”

“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.



On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!


You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

medical!joshua au

Originally posted by beautifulshuas

word count: 1,012

a/n: HERE U GO ANON I HOPE U LIKE IT also this barely reached 1k words how shameful

also small warning for needle mentions? it is a hospital setting after all

  • so let’s talk about pediatrician!joshua
  • he never striked himself as being the best with kids
  • but man, does he hate seeing them get hurt
  • and thats kind of how he started working at the hospital closest to his uni once he graduated
  • he’s dealt w all kinds of kids—fussy, quiet, loud, energetic, from all ages
  • sometimes it gets kind of awkward because the teenagers always have a tendency to gain a crush on him
  • he just laughs it off and says it’s cute but the other doctors are like ,,, you realize that could hurt their pride rite
  • he never notices
  • when asked why he wanted to be a pediatrician he just scrunches up his nose and says ‘i feel like i would get along better with kids than with people two to three times older than me’
  • in fact, he hates seeing any of his patients suffering, especially at his hands
  • therefore, he doesn’t give them any vaccines or do anything that has to do with hurting them (even if they’re like, fifteen)
  • that’s where the nurses come in
  • more importantly, that’s where you come in
  • so you knew joshua for quite a while at first, and while at this specific hospital, doctors aren’t allowed to have assigned nurses, he always preferred working with you
  • anyway so you’re walking through the hallways of the pediatrics center when you see joshua walk out of a room with a sad look on his face, you know it’s time for some sort of shot or vaccine
  • he just gives you a look and semi-pouts and you just kind of half-sigh all like “i’m on it”
  • he later on perks up, but not before asking you after how they reacted to it
  • you once made the fatal mistake of telling him that they cried out once
  • joshua’s face just kind of dropped and he quickly ran to their room to go make sure they were okay
  • believe it or not, they were actually still in the middle of crying, which broke joshua’s heart even FURTHER
  • but he does this magical thing where he sings for like 10 seconds and suddenly they’re giggling or in awe of how nice his voice sounds
  • even the parents are amazed sometimes
  • now most of the time you either fib or sugarcoat it because hey, you have other patients to tend to and you can’t keep going back and forth in between patients trying to calm all of them down
  • it’s kind of interesting seeing how much he really cares about all of his patients though, especially if he hears that one of them is in the intensive care unit
  • chan’s usually in there trying to calm JOSHUA down
  • “hyung they’ll be fine”
  • “WHERE ARE THEY”
  • “trying to sleep and you’re not helping”
  • he still visits them regardless, and every single one always has a smile on their face when they do
  • on a more specific occasion
  • one of joshua’s main patients that he’d been seeing for the last few weeks’ condition had started to get worse was that even correct english omg
  • anyway he was a sweet twelve year old named jaemin who was currently suffering from asthma
  • so when a few of the other nurses (besides you) ran him in through a gurney on the hallway right in front of joshua’s face, his face dropped
  • you were actually looking for him, believe it or not
  • “josh–doctor!”
  • ignoring your mistake, he took the folder out of your hands, eyes quickly darting to read the diagnoses on his chart
  • “asthma-related?”
  • “no. severe dehydration. he fainted at school”
  • he almost ran to the urgent care unit, until you stopped him
  • “leave him. seungkwan and chan will take care of him”
  • he looked at you like you were insane, but he also knew you were right
  • regardless joshua tried to perk up for his other patients the rest of the day, but whenever he left an exam room, the usual sparkle in his eyes was always gone 
  • (not like it really mattered, either you, mingyu or dk covered for it, but still)
  • once the end of the day rolled around, you and mingyu went to go look for joshua
  • you found him talking to the doctor boo seungkwan, the other pediatrician
  • “doctor hong..”
  • he turned, and that familiar sparkle was there again in his eyes
  • jaemin’s condition had stabilized, and he was now on an iv hooked up to fluids that was hopefully re-hydrating him
  • you went with joshua alone to go visit him, mingyu having to go take care of patients in the main area
  • the little child wasn’t awake quite yet, but you and joshua reassured his mother who was in the room that he would be fine and should only need to spend the night there
  • in the hallway, it didn’t take much to see that joshua was more than relieved, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair
  • you patted his shoulder “don’t worry. he’ll be alright. we’ve done everything we can for now”
  • he nodded, doing that one weird head bob thing he always seems to do (if you watch him in interviews when he agrees w something you KNOW what im talking about)
  • “you’re right. i’m sorry about earlier, though. i got scared there for a little bit.”
  • you waved it off “it’s normal, more especially for you. you just care too much about every one of them. you’re too good a person, josh.”
  • he chuckled, eyes crinkling. “thanks, y/n.”
  • it’s silent for a few seconds, and then he turns to you
  • “would you maybe wanna go for a coffee or something? i’m about to take off, and everyone else is still busy.”
  • “so you’re only asking me because you assume i’m free?” you scoffed, half-laughing
  • he thought about it, “well, not exactly. i’m also asking you because you just make me feel better in general”
  • joshua laughed, watching your embarrassed reaction. “yeah, i mean.. why not..” you mumbled
  • he grabbed your hand, “well, don’t just stand there! come on, let’s get out of here!”
BTS Reaction to GF Being in Critical Condition

Request: Getzjinxed ⇒ Could I ask for a BTS reaction to their girlfriend being in critical condition at the hospital because of an car crash and there’s a posibility she won’t wake up from the coma?

Note: REVAMPED. (A couple more reactions until my masterlists are up *screams happily into oblivion*) *Credit to gif owners*


Jin The moment Jin heard about you being in a car accident, he hurried to the hospital to see you. He was hoping it’d be just a few scratches, but when they told him you were in a coma that you may not be likely to get out of, it felt like everything around him stopped. “I want to see her,” He’d tell the nurses, and when they took him to see you, he’d be speechless. A tear would fall down his cheek while he stared at your lifeless form, “how could this happen?”

Originally posted by eatjin


Suga He went to see you in the hospital and couldn’t believe his ears. He was relatively calm for a while, until he saw Taehyung crying; Yoongi’s walls were destroyed. Jungkook would try to calm him down but Yoongi couldn’t take the pain of losing you. He’d scream out from emotional pain, wailing and throwing things out of anger. The boys would tell him to calm down, but he would have none of it. “You guys don’t fucking understand,” he’d say, smacking Jungkook’s hands away from him. “I love her with everything I have.”

Originally posted by lethargicmin


J-Hope Hoseok’s world darkened when he heard the news, he ran to the hospital looking for your room and when he found you; his heart shattered. “(Y/N)..“ he walked closer to your body that was plugged into many machines. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t even cry. He was too shocked for words, and when he grabbed your hand to feel it insanely cold; he wished and prayed for anything that it could’ve been him on that bed and not you.

Originally posted by jeonbase


RapMonster ➳ Namjoon got the phone call and rushed to the hospital, standing outside your room. Before he reached for the doorknob, he heard one of the boy’s crying inside your room, and he couldn’t take it. He ran away, running to who knows where. He didn’t want to believe it, he saw you earlier that day giving him small kisses and bright smiles. He yelled to the sky, praying that you’d make it through this alive. He needed a miracle.

Originally posted by jenorise


Jimin ➳ ”-might not live..“ Jimin’s phone fell out of his hand and he wished it were a dream. He drove to the hospital, speeding and when he finally got there—he wished he hadn’t. Seeing your lifeless form on the bed with multiple bandages broke him. He’d grab a chair and slide it towards your bed, grabbing your hand and kissing it. He’d start apologizing to you as if that would make you wake up, and when your hand fell out of his and the machines started blaring, he’d feel like apart of him would die along with you when the doctors took him away. “No..” his bangs covered his eyes while he bit his lip, tears falling down his cheeks as he clenched his fists. “Don’t go..”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


V ➳ The moment he saw you in the bed, Taehyung would start sobbing right then and there. “I-is that really her?” When they just stared at him in remorse, he ran out of the hospital, ignoring the yells trying to tell him to stop. He ran in the rain, eventually slipping and crying as hard as he could; too weak to get up. The rain would hit him like a million bullets, and when it soon stopped; he stared at the sky as if he were dead. How was he supposed to live on without his light being there to guide him? “I can’t let her go alone..”

Originally posted by kths


Jungkook ➳ Jungkook stood there with wide eyes, staring at your beaten up form. He rubbed them to make sure if what he was actually seeing was real, and he looked to the doctor for answers. “She’s in a coma, I don’t think she’ll live..” Jungkook’s bottom lip began to tremble, and tears were clouding his vision. “N-no..” he walked closer, grabbing your hand. “Doesn’t that just happen in movies?” He’d whimper, tears starting to fall like rain. “(Y/N), wake up, I promise I’ll treasure you t-this time!” He’d start to scream and cry louder, making a ruckus before Jin and Yoongi would come in and take him away.

Originally posted by kths


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This is my traumatic birth story and I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable so pls don’t read if you are sensitive to this stuff but I had to get it out thanks to Yukimura. 

I know no one probably cares or will read this but, man…Yukimura’s life story and current Divine Bride Epilogue really hits home for me personally. I just need to get this out for myself. And my own feelings. 

I knew from early on in my pregnancy that I would have trouble giving birth. I just had this feeling, I can’t explain it. I LOST weight during pregnancy, though my doc said “You’re my star patient! So healthy!” I couldn’t eat. I was thinning out like crazy except for my tummy and felt weak. I ate, MAYBE, a single piece of toast a day and I would probably puke that up. I wish I was exaggerating.  

I know we don’t always know…but I knew. I kept asking my OBGYN questions, “can you do an extra ultrasound” “what about a C-Section? Should I have one?” etc but she would not listen. Always brushed it off. “You won’t have a C-Section it’s very rare.” Because I was thin…I was “healthy.” *rolls eyes* 

When it came time to actually give birth it was terrible. No matter who you are, the pain is terrible. That aside, it took me close to 30 hours, with no sleep, because every few moments I had to keep switching positions because my sons heart rate would drop and the nurses were rushing in to move me into a new position. 

Bless the nurses, by the way. I remember each and every one of them, as they switched shifts. They held my hand, they talked to me and joked with me. When I got a personal card from my favorite one I broke out crying at home. Anyway…

It was a terrible process. When it came “time” to push, it just wasn’t happening. It is mostly a blur but I believe I pushed for 3 hours. 3. Fucking. Hours. ( again, my labor was over 30 hours) I cried. I wanted a fully natural birth but that had slipped from my hands a long time ago. My husband was next to me encouraging me every step of the way. They used the vacuum on my son in a desperate attempt but it only caused more damage. 

Finally, the delivering doctor admitted we were in danger. There was no other option but an emergency C-Section. In a matter of minutes we were whisked away to the operating room. I remember the fear I felt, when they asked my husband to wait outside while they prepped me in the OR. (I have been in the medical field personally and been interested in it since I was very young, wanting to be a doctor and my mother ran a clinic. I did sports medicine for years and i KNOW THE SMELL OF BETADINE.)  I felt so alone and terrified. 

When they finally cut me and began operating I could feel it. I guess they didn’t give me enough drugs but I looked to the anesthesiologist and said “I can feel  their hands digging inside me” (LOL it hurt but whatever I could deal with it) and he upped my dosage. 

They let me see my son for a moment. Less than 5 seconds…..just a glimpse of his blue face….before they took him away from me. I didn’t even get to hold him…Just a flash of his face. My husband and I will never forget the sound of his first cry and that was the greatest sound in the world! 

No one would tell me what was going on. 

“He needs some extra help so we are taking him to the NNICU” 

That was all I got. All WE got. No one would talk to me. No one would tell me what was going on with my baby. 

I got an infection and stayed a week longer in the hospital than was normal, but I don’t care because I got to visit my son in the NNICU. He was in there the whole time, hooked up to many wires and tubes…his little feet were full of poke wounds from getting his blood. I don’t want to go too much into it…

Taking him home was the greatest day of my life. 

And now, he is a healthy and happy boy who LOVES animals of ANY kind, cars, and snuggles. 

I am alive. 

The doctor told me, in the hospital, that he was just TOO large for me. I am small and he was a very large baby. “He got stuck. We got him out to his shoulders and that’s all we could do…there was no other way we could pull him out, he would not fit.” 

He explained to me, that had they not done the emergency C..we both would have died. BOTH of us…And extremely sobering thought. 

My regular OBGYN was not ‘on-call’ during my delivery. Even so. She admitted to me “had we done a 3rd trimester ultrasound I would have seen how much larger he was than what your small frame could handle (:” 

Oh, WOW. like WHAT I FUCKING ASKED FOR. 

????

Gosh, this got long. But either way, it still hits home. Every day I thank my lucky stars that I was born in a time that modern medicine could save us both. I don’t blame Yukimura for being cautious. You should be. Birth is NOT an easy and beautiful process and anyone that has birthed a child will agree. It is SCARY. 

Reading things like that just makes me so grateful. I know we all strive for natural…but I am forever in the debt of the people that helped me along the way and kept me and my son alive. 

I could post pictures of my son hooked up in the NNICU but I have posted pics of him before on my popular blog and been paranoid so I wont. And don’t even get me started on PPD because I felt so terrible not being able to properly give birth. 

Anyway, as much as voltage upsets me sometimes with its bullshit on ‘rape’ etc…I am extremely grateful to have a character that can relate to a rough birth. I would NEVER want my son to feel bad for me passing and him living. EVER. I will give my life a million times over for my child. Hands down. And also seeing my husband being so aware of the dangers at the time and worrying about it made me cry. 

Bless this. Bless this event. I know it is more rare than anything but I am thankful that they gave me a backstory I can connect with. I can’t explain how hard this is to cope with as a mom and I know if Yuki was my son I would just want him to know that he is the only thing that mattered to me. 

And again If he was my husband. I don’t care if I die, though it IS scary, of course. I do my part for my family, I know the risks, and I want them to both live a happy life and smile. 

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Request: Alright. Hi. So, could you do a Tenth Doctor x reader regeneration sadness thing (I’m evil.) -Anon

Wordcount: 615 or something like that lmao

Triggers: Sappiness lmao.

A/N: I know it’s short but that’s because his regeneration was pretty quick.

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Requested Anonymously

Written for @eurusholmmes [Okay, y'know what, every Twelve fic is for you now.]

Accidentally made this into a Magical Realism/Soulmate AU even theough that’s not what the Anon asked for at all but I just wanted to give Twelve some love I’m sorry! Also went with a different style, showing most of the story from a companion’s point of view. Bonus: I have discovered that I can’t say “Clara clarified.”


The moment you stepped into the TARDIS was not how Clara expected it to be. And she did expect it, was the thing. She knew, the moment you met, that you would become a passenger aboard the TARDIS, because there was no way you couldn’t be. Not when the Doctor looked at you like that.

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You’re dating Michael Gray and end up pregnant.

Originally posted by bonniebird

Michael Gray x Reader

Requested by Anon

You had met Michael Gray at the Garrison when you were out drinking with a couple of your friends. He had been coming out of the side room by the entrance when he had run into you, spilling your drink, which was wine, on your white dress.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” He said as he took your glass and set it on the bar, leaning over the counter to get a small towel. He had started to try to pat your dress dry when he realized where he was patting and dropped the towel, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize what I was… I’m sorry,”

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Timing - Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Minor language

Summary: The Doctor (Eleven) is tries to get the confidence to tell the reader how he feels, but she takes the opportunity to get lost in the Tardis.

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Giving oneself a pep-talk was much more difficult than it seemed, and unfortunately, the Doctor was learning it first hand.

For the thousandth time that evening, he banged his head against the library wall. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself. “Its just Y/N.”

Actually, that was the exact problem. Every time he even thought about her lately, he couldn’t help but feel… Funny. It was only recently he faced the facts and figured out what exactly that funny feeling was.

Love.

Head over heels in love. He tried not to let it happen, but here he was now, banging his head against a wall while she was in her room, probably texting some human boy that was much more handsome than himself with cooler bowties.

And damn, he really was in trouble now, wasn’t he?

“You’re a Time Lord, you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He kept on muttering to himself, hoping to calm himself down. It wasn’t working.

“You’re going to do this,” he said, trying to raise his hopes. “You are the last Time Lord of Galifrey, and you are going to tell that girl how you feel.”

He stood back from the wall and took a deep breath, leaving the library. He could feel his confidence wavering as he got to her door and knocked. And when she didn’t answer, it came close to crumbling. He shook off the doubt and cleared his throat.

“Y/N? Are you in there? I need to… Talk to you.”

I sound like an idiot, don’t I?He thought.

When he got no reply, he said louder: “Y/N?”

He furrowed his brow before heading off to the console room She must be there instead.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t in there, and the confidence he was had fell into a panicy mess. Quickly, he began a scan of the ship, looking for life forms. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what was surely her appear on the map.

Why in the world was she so deep in the Tardis? he thought. She was so far back, how did she even get there?

Whatever the reason, the Doctor knew he had to go after her.

So, he weaved in and out of the Tardis halls, making left turns then right turns and lefts again and rights again… When he felt he was drawing close to where she was, he began to call out her name.

“Y/N!” he shouted, over and over. It wasn’t long until his cries became more panicky when he was answered with silence.

He gave another desperate yell, louder than any pervious. This time, he received a small reply:

“Doctor?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, straining to hear her. He ran in the direction he thought it was from.

He rounded the corner, and grinned. Y/N was standing there with wide eyes, and he ran forward to pull her in his arms. He held her tightly and felt her smile.

Pulling back, he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face. “What happened?”

She looked at him sheepishly. “I got lost.”

“Well, you had me worried sick,” he said. “A on top of that, you have absolutely the worst timing ever.”

She furrowed her brow in what the Doctor would consider a very cute way. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. “I mean it took me all day to build up the courage to do this.”

He pressed his lips to hers, and after the initial surprise, she melted into it before breaking away to breathe. The pair grinned at each other, faces red as the Doctor fidgeted a bit.

“Well,” Y/N said, smiling ear from ear. “If you still have the courage, I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

My 20 year old husband - [Day 9 : War of Hormones]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

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Damaged

Stiles Stilinski x reader
Word Count; 1K
A/N; gosh I love me some Stiles, I hope you guys like it!

You were only human. That’s all Stiles could focus on. You wouldn’t heal like Scott or Malia, and you couldn’t defend yourself like Allison. You were fragile, and small, and scared out of your goddamn mind. But you had put up your hand anyway to fight, because the Alpha pack were a threat and you couldn’t just sit by and watch as your friends risked their lives. The others protested, none more than Stiles, the boy who loved you more than life itself, but you went anyway. 

He wished you hadn’t.

‘Mum, help.’ Scott yelled as he carried you into the hospital, the gang hot on his tail. Melissa turned harshly to Scott before calling for help. Doctors pulled you out of his arms and rushed you into the emergency room, your limp body covered in blood and bruises. 

‘Scott what happened?’ she yelled frantically pulling the gang along behind you as you were lowered onto a gurney. 

‘They got her, I don’t know how it happened. It was so fast and they grabbed her and…’ he couldn’t continue though. Not when Stiles’ face came into view. His eyes were bloodshot as he ran along beside the doctors, grasping onto your hand. 

‘Melissa, please get them into the waiting wing, she needs to be treated.’ one of the doctors stated, but Stiles wouldn’t budge, not while you lay there bleeding out in front of him. 

Scott attempted to pull him away, but Stiles would not move. ‘Don’t touch me Scott.’ he screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gripped onto you harder. Each time Scott tried, Stiles would resist. It took both Scott and Isaac to pull him away, kicking and screaming as he tried to get back to you. But before he could get away, the doors shut in front of him. He smashed his fist against them harshly as he cried. Lydia placed a hand on his back comfortingly, but he shrugged it off, turning towards the rest of the group who had scattered around the small waiting area. 

‘Why?’ was all he could manage, barely in a whisper. 

‘She’ll be okay Stiles.’ Allison tried soothingly, but he simply ignored her, turning to face Scott. 

‘Why did you let her go?’ he grew angrier by the second, his mind flashing back to the fight. With Kali and Ennis surrounding you, picking you up off your feet and crashing you back down on the floor, breaking every bone in your body, ripping you apart with their claws while the pack could only stare on, unable to help. Stiles’ fists clamped shut as he charged towards his best friend, shaking uncontrollably. ‘You should have told her no!’ he screamed, ‘you should have kept her safe.’ His face was wet and his voice was hoarse as he took a swing at Scott, who caught his fist in his hand. He kept trying, thrashing against the alpha until he lost all strength, crumbling to the floor. The others stood in shock as Scott bent down, wrapping his harms around Stiles. 

‘I’m sorry.’ he spoke softly. ‘She’ll be okay Stiles, she’ll be okay.’ Stiles cried into his friends shoulder until his eyes went dry, before the two moved to the seats to wait, followed by the others. Hours passed in uncomfortable silence, they waited into the night until their eyes grew lazy. Everyone slept uncomfortably in their chairs, accept for Stiles, whose eyes were glued on the door to the patients area. Eventually, Melissa emerged, looking tired as she cleared her throat, waking up the pack. Stiles jolted up immediately, moving towards her. 

‘She’s okay,’ she claimed with a smile, ‘sore, but she’ll heal with time.’ 

‘Can I see her?’ he begged, ‘Please, I need to see her.’ 

‘Only you Stiles, the rest of you kids, go home. See her tomorrow.’ there were a few mumbled complaints as they all filtered out of the hospital, hugging Stiles goodbye as he stood restlessly. After their departure, Melissa led Stiles through the hallways, him quick on her heels. 

‘She’s been asking for you.’ she consoled, stopping at your door and opening it softly. ‘You can stay here, just for tonight. And you don’t tell anyone I let you in okay?’ He nodded abruptly. She patted him on the shoulder and smiled before walking away. Stiles felt a lump in his throat as he walked into your room. His eyes strained as he scanned the darkness. You lay asleep on the bed, covered with tubes poking into your skin, bandages wrapped around your tiny body and bruises littering your skin. His eyes watered as he moved towards you, barely able to breathe. You stirred, opening your eyes weakly. 

‘Stiles?’ you asked searching the dark room. He twitched at the sound of his name, moving quickly to your side, grasping your hand in his.

‘It’s me love, I’m here.’ It hurt him so much seeing you like this. You were the person he loved most in the world, he’d sworn to keep you safe, and he’d let you down. Before he knew it, he was sobbing again. 

‘Shhh.’ you cooed, lifting your other hand and placing it on his cheek, wiping away his tears. 

‘I’m so sorry y/n. I couldn’t save you. I…’ You placed your hand over his lips gently, silently asking him to stop. 

‘Don’t you say that.’ you insisted. ‘This was not your fault. I wanted to help. I got myself in this mess. Don’t you dare blame yourself.’

‘But I do.’ he stammered, trying to control his breathing. ‘I love you and it’s my job to protect you. I failed.’ He rested his forehead on your hand, crying quieter now. ‘I’m not strong like the others. I’m not a hero. I’m just human.’

‘Babe,’ you whispered, ‘you’re my hero.’ You said with a small smile, brushing your hand through his hair. He lifted his head back up, kissing your knuckles gently. He smiled at you, wondering how he could be so lucky to be loved by someone like you. You were an angel, his angel, and he worshiped you.

‘How can I help? What can I do?’ he pleaded, desperate to ease your pain. You simply lifted up your blanket, moving slightly to the side. 

‘Just stay with me.’ you whispered, feeling weak as your arm struggled to stay up. He nodded and climbed in beside you, tucking you gently under his arm as he stroked your hair gently, kissing your forehead. 

‘I love you y/n. I won’t leave you.’ he whispered, lifting your chin up to kiss you. His soft lips caressed your own, easing you as you snuggled closer to him, finally feeling safe again. In his arms, all the horror went away. There was nothing left but you and Stiles. He hummed gently until you fell asleep. He finally felt calm, knowing that you were safe in his arms. It was then he decided he would never let go of you again.

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“No, (y/n), you don’t understand!”
Frustrated the Doctor hit against the handrail inside of the TARDIS. He had turned away from you, facing the wall, hands clutching the rail. Slowly you took a step closer to him. “Doctor…”, you started, but quickly he interrupted you. “I could have saved them, (y/n). Now all of them, all of them are dead. And nearly you would have joined them. Because of my decisions!”

Slightly taken aback by this sudden outburst of despair, you took a step back. You had never seen him acting like this before. And certainly not to you.

“But I didn’t. Because of you”, you whispered, trying to approach him a little bit more. “And there was no way you could’ve saved them. They had doomed themselves ages ago. It was just a question of time.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them. “And what am I, (y/n)? A bloody Time Lord!” You bit your lip, staring at his back and just wished he would turn around and at least look at you.

“It can’t go on like this.”

His voice had turned dangerously low, as he turned around, facing you. Almost you had taken another step back.

His eyes were red, tears glistening inside of them. On his face an expression of pure doubt. Not just doubt if this decision had been the right one. No, he looked like he’d question his existence. He looked like he doubted everything he’d ever done in his whole long life. His back was slightly bent, as he looked at you, his jaw clenched. Every single one of his muscles was tense, and yet he looked somehow limp.

Exhausted.

“Doctor…”, you tried once again, but stopped immediately as soon as you looked into his eyes. You always had liked his eyes. They were full of wisdom, knowledge and something else you never had been able to read. But now you finally knew. Towards you looked a mix out of emotions, so strong, so desperate, you had never seen before. Sadness, hate, guilt, frustration. Pain. All mixed into one single glance. Your breathing stopped for a second, overwhelmed by all these emotions fighting in your usually so vivid Doctor.
He seemed like an entirely different person.

“I killed, (y/n). And not just the bad guys. And I’ll kill you to. Somehow I will.” He made a small pause, as his lower lip started to tremble slightly.

“How do you know?”, you asked quietly, fighting the urge to start crying yourself. The Doctor took his gaze from you, looking to the ground. Yet you still could see a single tear, running down his cheek, as he opened his mouth, his voice husky.

“Because it’s always been like this.”

He ran a hand over his face, before looking back up at you. “Every single one of them. I destroyed to many lives already.” His voice had became so quiet, that you had difficulties to understand him. “I tried so hard to save them. Amy, Rory. Now you. And did it work?”, he asked, his voice rising with every word. “Did it work for once?”

Slowly you could feel the tears forming in your own eyes, but quickly blinked them away. Now you had to stay strong. For once it wasn’t you who needed help. It was him.

And then happened something you never had thought possible. With an agonised cry, that froze your blood, the Doctor broke down. Sobbing heavily his tears started to hit the floor, while he knelt on the ground right in front of you.

You always had known that his life hadn’t been easy. He had outlived, yeah, lost so many people, seen so many things, had to make so many decisions. But usually he’d keep his darker emotions to himself.

Sometimes, he’d looked sad, while he thought no one was watching, or his mind just wandered off completely into his own world. Even though you were aware of this everlasting pain, you had usually known him as the cheerful person, who’d never say no to an adventure and could turn any situation, the bad it may be, to good.

But now you finally saw, what was really going on inside him, in all these quiet moments. And why he’d always acted this cheerful. It was probably the only way to live with a story like his – to be happy in the present.

Slowly you approached his sobbing figure, his eyes directed at the ground, hands clenched to fists and his back irregular lifting and lowering with his sobs. You knelt down in front of him, carefully putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Doctor. Please look at me.”

Slowly he lifted his head, before his gaze found its way into your eyes. You inhaled deeply, before you gently took one of his trembling hands in yours, holding it tight. “None of them is making any accusations”, you started.

“Believe me. They most likely had the time of their lives with you. And no one”, you emphasised, “no one would ever choose to forget this time of their lives.”

His breath had gradually became steady again by now. He was able to keep looking at you.
“Believe me”, you repeated. “Because I’d know, Doctor.” You could still feel his hand slightly trembling. Gently you squeezed it, wanting to make sure, he’d know you’d be there for him. “All this time I’ve spent with you. All these things I’ve seen, good or bad. Of course they have changed me. And if I should go back to a normal life, I know it will never be like before I met you.”
He stiffened a little, but you just kept talking, gently squeezing his hand, while trying to sound as calming as you could. “But you know what? I don’t want it to be like before I met you. Every second I spent on other planets, in different times. I have learned so much from you. And I wouldn’t change that for anything in all galaxies.”

For a few seconds it was completely silent. You, kneeling in front of the Doctor, who still knelt on the ground, hands and knees on the floor, tears stinging in his read eyes. Your hand upon his.
Slowly you walked closer to him, sitting down right beside him. Your back was leaning against the control panel of the TARDIS and on your face had formed a light smile. Thoughtful he watched every movement of yours, before he pushed himself up, sitting down beside you.

Again, you carefully took his hand in yours, leaning your head against his shoulder. Soon after you could feel the slight weight of the Doctor’s head on yours, as you both sat in silence, thinking about anything that had happened.
Yet you could still feel him trembling slightly, trying to contain himself. Soothing you caressed his hand, before starting to speak again.

“If I go. Would you forget me?”

For a moment silence filled the room, before the Doctor’s broken voice reached your ear.

“Never.”
“Do you remember all of us?”

“Every single one”, he whispered, stil trying to keep himself together.
“Well, then”, you breathed, knees drawn up, you squeezed his hand and smiled as you could feel him return the gesture softly.


“You will never lose any of us completely.”

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Owned - pt 8

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

He didn’t get out of the car.

The silence was unbearable. Neither of you could look at each other. The driver pulled up the window in the partition separating the front and back seats, somehow making the moment more haunting.

Your hand didn’t move and his was as still as a statue’s. His whole body was frozen. Finally you mustered up the courage to face him, and his expression was dark. His eyes narrowed in thought and his other hand clenched into a fist.

For the first time in a while, you were small again, not knowing what to do or say . He was just as intimidating as the first time you met in the office. Everything about this moment was so wrong, so cold.

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The One, part 4

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little twist at the end of this one

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

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Political Animals-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

I looked at Sam in surprise. “I’m sure it’s……I can’t be……..wait, what?”

He took my hand and kissed the top of my head.  “I said, I think you’re pregnant. I remember my Dad saying he always knew when my Mom was carrying his pup because she smelled different.“

I tilted my head, considering him. “Different how?”

Sam walked over until he was standing right in front of me. With our height difference, the top of my head reached below his shoulder. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I instinctively bared my neck to him in submission. He scented the column of my neck from my ear to my shoulder.

“Normally you smell like flowers with a hint of warm vanilla thrown in. Now there’s something else. Something that wasn’t there before.” He whispered, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Something spicy. I can’t explain it.“ Sam admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s making me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

“So why don’t you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

Sam closed his eyes and turned, grimacing and wrinkling his nose as if he was in pain.

“Because we’re going to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.”

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Taehyung Scenario: The Spark Between Us.

Request: Hello the request are open right? I wanted to request taehyung with reader where taehyung is a doctor from the medical room in high school and the reader is a student. They always had a thing but because they are student and teacher so they can’t be together. But after a few years they meet again, the reader become a doctor for an hospital and taehyung is also a doctor but he is a sumbe/ or senior, and taehyung tease the reader as a junior ( always asking the reader to do shit) thankyouuuuuuu.

Genre: Fluff / Romance.


Taehyung hoped that with the passing of the weeks, he would feel less nervous to attend someone, but he found himself still second thinking his knowledge, even if he was one of the smartest doctors of his class. This was his first real job, he was assigned to this school by the medicine council and he was the assistant of the main doctor in charge of the nursery,  he wouldn’t think that so many students could go there, but they did.

He’d arrived early, and had been reading a book about cardiology when two students came into the nursery, carrying a  girl that had fainted in the classroom.
Taehyung told them to lay you down on the stretcher and asked about your information, first he checked your temperature noticing how you were a little cold, then he took your pulse, it was a bit too slow. You were starting to get back your consciousness, and Taehyung talked to you softly, saying that everything was fine now.

-Did something happen to her? - he asked to your friends, a girl and a boy who had brought you.

The girl denied with her head and the boy was the one answering. -No, we had just finished a test and were waiting for the next class when she fell to the floor-

You mumbled something soft and taehyung’s attention was back to you, he smiled down at you reassuringly because you looked lost.
-Hi, how are you feeling? -

Your eyes fixed on his, they were a little glassy. -I… I don’t know, what happened to me? -

-Your friends said you fainted, where you feeling bad? - he helped you sit slowly so you weren’t dizzy, and proceed to check your pupils with a little lantern.

-Yes, a little…- you looked down as if you were embarrassed and he didn’t miss how you took a sly look to your friends, so Taehyung told them to leave you alone for a moment.

-You have not eaten right Y/N? - You looked at him with guilty eyes and nodded.

-I woke up late and in all the rush, I forgot, I was so stressed with today’s test that nothing else was on my mind-

Taehyung nodded, understanding, student’s life wasn’t as easy as everybody thought . He served a glass of water and offered it to you.

-The sugar level on your blood is surely too low, that’s why you fainted - he looked at you better, you were a little pale when you came in but now he could see a nicer color showing on your skin, you ran a hand through your hair and smiled lightly after taking the water. -You must always remember to eat a little something, skipping breakfast is bad for your health-

-Yes doctor Kim -

Taehyung smiled back at you and took some notes, he still felt a wave of pride filling him whenever someone addressed him like that.

-Will you remember this Y/N?- he didn’t want you to feel like he was scolding you, so Taehyung smiled fully and dashing. You nodded quickly and averted your eyes, drinking the remaining water and he could see a light rosy blush blooming on your cheeks, you were going to be good soon as long as you ate something.  He rummaged through one of his drawers and when he found a little chocolate bar he gave it to you. -Here, have this, it will help you-

-Thank you…- You took the chocolate from his hand and the smile you showed him there was dashing, you looked great with a smile like that and Taehyung couldn’t help himself from thinking it.
He offered his hand for you to stand up in case you were still feeling a little off and you took it a little shyly, thanking him again before leaving the nursery.

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Title: An Unexpected Plus

Summary: Y/N, Negan’s only Wife thinks she may be pregnant and goes to see Dr. Carson, only to have Negan unknowingly interrupt their appointment

Words: 1087

Warnings: swearing

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You eyes, flew open at the instant feeling of extreme nausea. You threw the covers off of yourself and jolted for the bathroom. Learning over the toilet, you felt yourself vomit the contents of you stomach. Negan, not one to be a deep sleeper, entered the bathroom not long after with worry on his sleepy face.

   “You ok babe?” he asked, kneeling down next to you.

You reached for a piece of toilet paper and wiped your mouth. “Yea, I think so. Must have gotten a bug or food poisoning, something like that.”

But in reality, you didn’t believe this sickness to be either of those things. Over the past couple weeks you’d been experiencing other symptoms, fatigue, bloating, and now this. 

    “Come in.” Dr.Carson said through the door. 

Inside, Carson sat at a small desk that was covered with papers, strewn all across it’s surface. Carson, raised his head from his work when you entered. “Oh, hi Y/N. Just give me a second, I’m just trying to read up on patient history here.”

    “No problem, take your time.” you said, sitting on the observation table. 

    “So, what can I help you with?” the doctor asked. 

    “Well, um…I’ve been having these symptoms. Um, fatigue, bloating, nausea and vomiting.” 

Dr. Carson’s eyes grew concerned. “And how long have you been experiencing these symptoms?” He grabbed a clip board, jotting down what you’d told him. 

   “A couple weeks, but the vomiting started this morning.”

   “Do you and Negan have unprotected sex?” Carson asked. “I’m sorry, I know it’s kind of personal, but from a doctor’s standpoint, I have to ask.

For a moment you flustered by his question. “Uh, yea, most of the time.”

    “Sounds about right, I mean it’s pretty hard to get your hands on any protection these days.” Dr. Carson said, trying to make light of the situation.  “Y/N…you may be pregnant.” Carson said carefully. 

You sighed. “Yea, I was thinking the same thing. Do you have any tests or can you do the blood work?”

    “I don’t have the blood testing equipment yet, the runners are searching the area for more medical gear. I do have some tests, I’ll have you take three just to be sure.”

 Carson pulled open a drawer and shuffled through it’s contents, before pulling out three pregnancy test. 

“There’s a bathroom through that door.” he said, pointing at a door on the other side of the room. 

You took the test. “Thank you.”

Dr. Carson smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”

You were lucky you had to use the bathroom, it would have been awkward to go in with the tests and come out empty handed, because you didn’t have to pee. You pulled your pants down and sat over the toilet. One test, two test and finally the last. One you couldn’t read, the second was positive, as well as the last. You flushed the toilet and returned to Dr.Carson’s office. 

The doctor tried to read your face. Where you happy? Worried? Upset?

A smile flashed across your face as you handed him the tests back. “Looks like we’re going to get a chance to know each other.”

Carson took the used tests and set them aside.  “Wow, alright then. Now, I’ve made sure that all the women here know my stance on abortion, but if you really don’t wa-”

You interrupted Carson. “No, no. I want this baby.” you said almost defensively. 

    “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t know if this was intentional or not, but congratulations.” Carson smiled. “Now, why don’t I set you up with some vitamins. These prenatal-

Suddenly the door opened and Negan stood in the doorway. Negan’s eyes immediately shot to the jar of vitamins in your hands. 

    “Y/N, what are you doing in here?” he asked. 

You felt your eyes widen. “I was just-”

   “Give us a minute, will you doc?” Negan cut you off. 

Dr. Carson nodded, “Of course. I’ll be in the hall if you need anything.” Carson rubbed your shoulder to signify his support, before stepping out. 

   “You’re pregnant?” Negan asked, concern and curiosity in his voice. 

You glanced down at your slightly bloated abdomen. “I guess so.Two out of three tests were positive.”

For a moment Negan was silent. After a minute or so his silence began to worry you. 
    “I know we never talked about this, and that these aren’t exactly the best circumstances, but I think-”

    “Shit. We’re going to have a baby?“ Negan asked, his town almost sounded amazed. 

    “That’s what happens when your wife get’s pregnant.” you joked, cracking a smile. 

    “Man, I can’t believe you’ve got my bun in your oven.” Negan said. 

   “Negan…” 

    “Oh come on, let me proud for a fucking second.” Negan replied. 

He stepped forward, planting on of his large hands on your lower stomach, before embracing you. 

    “I love you.” you said, pecking him on the cheek. 

Negan kissed you gently on the forehead, his beard tickling your skin. “I love you too babe.”

    “You should go, you’ve got that run to Alexandria, right?” you asked. 

    “Nah, Simon can go without me today. I’ve got bigger fucking fish to fry. Come on, let’s get you back upstairs, huh?” Negan said. He took your hand and led you into the hall where Dr. Carson stood. 

    “Carson,” Negan addressed the doctor. “You’re to be fucking sure that you get this woman and baby everything they need to stay happy and healthy. Don’t get yourself killed. Is that understood?” Negan asked. 

Dr. Carson nodded in response. “Yes sir. Either of you can come see me whenever you need.”

With that, you and your husband started off down the hall and quickly ran into Simon. 

    “Simon, my man, change of plans. You can handle the run, by yourself right?” Negan started

    “Of course.” Simon answered, his face showed slight confusion on his behalf. 

    “Good man. Oh, if you happen to see anything baby related, grab that for me would you?” Negan said. 

    “Baby related?” Simon seemed flustered. 

    “The wife here’s expecting.” Negan explained. 

   Simon’s eyes shot towards you.  “Oh, well, congratulations.” Simon said with a smile. 

You and Negan coincidentally answered at the same exact time, saying, “Thank you.”

The rest of the night was spent with you and Negan talking excitedly about the rest of your pregnancy and the idea of having a child to call your own. It wasn’t going to be easy, but the two of you were ready and up for the challenge. 

PART TWO?

A Study in You (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

A/N: Why aren’t there more pieces set in the time of The Abominable Bride?? I absolutely loved it, probably due to my love for the Sherlock Holmes books and stories themselves. Anyway, I wanted to write one with 19th century Sherlock and John! I hope you all enjoy it! xx 

Warnings: mentions of drug use

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

The cobbled streets of London were crowded with busy people and lazy buggies. Horses clomped along the broken Baker Street, dirty boys shouted about the latest Dr. Watson story, and women under brightly colored parasols gossiped about the reclusive and handsome detective, Sherlock Holmes. 

You quickly made your way down the cracked pavement, your own parasol hanging from your arm. The sun was out but it was hidden by a dense layer of smog. The buildings lining Baker Street were covered in a veil of soot that eventually stuck to everyone and everything. When you reached the recently polished door of 221 Baker Street, the hem of your lilac colored dress was black with soot. You grumbled to yourself as you banged the knocker three times against the black door. 

Quick footsteps could be heard, a crash of what sounded like dinner plates, and a muffled yell before the door swung open with such force that the knocker banged against the door. A rather disheveled man with an obnoxious mustache was standing in the doorway. His breathing was heavy as he attempted to smooth down his hair and fix his beige vest. It took a moment but you recognized the mustache.

“Dr. Watson,” you said with a grin, extending a gloved hand, “I’m (Y/N) and I’m here to get Mr. Holmes’ help.”

Dr. Watson took your hand and shook it cautiously. “Women don’t usually shake hands,” he said innocently, clearly in shock by your out-of-place gesture.

“A curtsy dirties the dress and a kiss wrinkles the glove. A shake is quicker and easier,” you replied curtly.

“I meant no offense, Madam, I apologize.”

“No offense taken, Doctor. May I consult Mr. Holmes?”

Dr. Watson swallowed hard at this question and ran a hand through his hair. “Now is not the best time. The detective is in one of his.. erm.. moods. Shall I send you a telegram once he’s straightened out?”

As if he had been called to dinner, Mr. Holmes in a royal purple smoking jacket and no shoes or stockings came flying down the stairs. He towered behind Dr. Watson who now looked simply perplexed. “John, I knew it was a client at the door so why haven’t you brought her up yet?”

Mr. Holmes was wild eyed and a strand of his oiled hair fell across his face. “I don’t believe you are fit to be taking clients at the moment. Your feet aren’t quite on the ground,” Dr. Watson said tight lipped.

To this, Mr. Holmes pushed his hair out of his face, buttoned his smoking jacket, and bent forward into a deep bow, extending his hand to you. “How may I be of assistance, Miss?”

You took Mr. Holmes’ hand and gave it a strong shake, to the surprise of the detective as well. “I may have a case for you, Mr. Holmes,” you say assuredly. 

“My, you’re a case in yourself. A woman who shakes and does not curtsy.” Mr. Holmes’ ice blue gaze examined you from head to foot. You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as he learned everything about you. Gripping your parasol tightly, you began to grow nervous under his stare. In Dr. Watson’s stories you had read about him doing this but it was a completely different experience actually having it happen. 

“Sherlock, could you not make the woman uncomfortable, for God’s sake?” John said, looking at you apologetically.

You quickly shook your head and took a step towards the door. “It’s quite alright, Dr. Watson,” you said, failing to sound convincing. 

Mr. Holmes took one more look of you, up and down, before clenching his strong jaw and turning on his heel. “Follow,” he said monotonously. John stepped out of the doorway and gestured with a hand up the stairs. You cautiously stepped over the threshold and began to climb the narrow wooden stairs.   

“Oh, Sherlock, look at the mess you’ve made,” you hear an older woman shrill from the top of the stairs. You step into the dimly lit sitting area of 221B and find a small woman picking up the pieces of what used to be a tea cup. You were close. 

“Mrs. Hudson, you were in need of a new set anyhow. And please don’t fuss while I have a client,” Mr. Holmes said rather harshly. You were taken aback by how he treated the kind looking woman. 

“Don’t talk to me like that, Mister. I’d have the right mind to send a telegram your brother,” she snapped back before turning to you with a warm smile. “Good morning deary, shall I get you a spot of tea?” 

You grinned back at her and said, “No, thank you, ma’am. I don’t imagine I’ll be here long. I must say, I expected you to answer the door.”

The smile instantly disappeared from Mrs. Hudson’s face and she turned to Dr. Watson with a glare that could kill. All color drained from the army doctor’s face as Mrs. Hudson stomped past him, slamming the door behind her. “She’s not a fan of the stories,” he laughed nervously. 

“Please, sit,” Mr. Holmes piped up, dragging a chair in front of two cushioned chairs. Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes took their respective seats and left you at the center of attention. You slowly took your seat, trying to figure out what to say first. 

Ringing your parasol in your gloved hands, you began, “It’s my brother, he’s gone missing.” You paused, looking between the two men. Dr. Watson sat with legs crossed, hands folded in his lap, and a kind expression on his kind face. Mr. Holmes also sat with legs crossed but his elbows were propped on the arms of his chair, finger tips together and touching his lips. He wore an unreadable expression but gave you a slight nod, prompting you to continue. “He left for America about 3 months ago, expecting to return 2 months ago. My father insisted I not worry about it but it has been 2 months with not so much as a whisper of his whereabouts.”

“Why did your brother leave for America?” Dr. Watson asked formally.

Before you could open your mouth, Mr. Holmes interjected with an outrageous accusation, “He was running from someone.”

“While I live and breath, of course not. My brother was loved by everyone he met. He went to America on business.”

“What business then?” Mr. Holmes smirked at you as if he knew something you did not. 

“Well, I don’t know. Father only said it was business. He claimed a lady had no use knowing,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“You’re brother was running from someone. He hasn’t returned or made contact, to your knowledge, because it is still unsafe. Your family just recently came into a lot of money, am I right?”

Your jaw dropped but you quickly shut your mouth and gained your bearings. “Y..Yes.”

“And what did your father tell you the reason was?”

“An aunt died and left the family everything she had.”

“An aunt you’ve never heard of no doubt. No, that is not what happened. You’re quite worried about the soot about your dress, clearly new, and you don’t use the parasol. Clearly, you weren’t raised to use one. Also, you shake rather than curtsy or accept a kiss, startling signs that you grew up in a poor home of men. You’re uncomfortable with this new lifestyle and are angered by the change in manner your father has toward you. I’m sure your brother is fine in America, but if you so desire, I can look into it.”

You were stunned. It was one thing to read the unbelievable stories of Dr. Watson’s but it was surreal to be living it. Mr. Holmes spoke with such swiftness, his deep, smooth voice sounding so matter-of-fact yet reassuring. You couldn’t help but believe him. “No,” you said, your voice sounding distant, “I believe you. Thank you, Mr. Holmes.”

Both Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes stared at you in bewilderment. “You’re the only client that has accepted my word as gospel so quickly,” Mr. Holmes breathed. “John, close your mouth.” Dr. Watson quickly closed his mouth and looked away in embarrassment. 

“Well, it only makes sense, Mr. Holmes. Everything you said makes sense. You’re right, I am rather uncomfortable with the sudden shift. And no, Mr. Holmes, I don’t wish to take up anymore of your time.” Mr. Holmes swallowed nervously. He didn’t say anything, he just stared. He stared at your face, studied it. All you could do was blink at him, frozen under his intense gaze. “You’re extraordinary,” you whispered, enamored by his blue eyes and sharp features. 

Mr. Holmes quickly looked away and what you could only assume was a blush rose to his cheeks. You too looked down, embarrassed you had said that aloud. “How much do I owe you for your time?” you asked in a hushed voice.

“Nothing,” Mr. Holmes said quickly, standing up in a rush. 

“Oh, well… Thank you, Mr. Holmes, for your…”

“Sherlock, please,” he interrupted, extending a hand to you to help you to your feet. 

You took it, in a daze. “Thank you, Sherlock.” His name slid like honey from your tongue. Your chest tightened as he bent forward and placed a ginger kiss to the back of your hand. His eyes locked on your’s the entire time. You didn’t even stop him. You couldn’t. You had been so adamant on rebelling against being “lady-like” but Sherlock Holmes made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Your brain seemed to be on the fritz. 

“I hope I don’t wrinkle the glove,” his smooth voice said with a smirk. 

You felt your cheeks grow hot and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “To hell with the glove.”

Sherlock smiled down at you, a deep laugh rising in his throat. His eyes crinkled as he smiled and his smile lit up his face. It was contagious. “Shall I take you to the door, (Y/N)?”

“I can find my way out, Sherlock, but thank you,” you said before turning to Dr. Watson. He was still sat in his chair, looking at the pair of you with an expression as if he had witnessed a murder. “Dr. Watson?”

He shook the expression from his face and stood up, straightening his vest. “Apologies, I was.. uh… lost in thought,” he stammered, extending his hand. You took it in a firm shake and beamed at him. “I hope your brother is alright.”

“Thank you, Dr. Watson,” you replied. “Goodbye, gentlemen.” You turned on your heel and opened the door to the stairs. 

“I wish to see you again,” Sherlock said in a nervous manner. You paused in the doorway and turned slowly to see the detective, his face a deep crimson, standing with a hand slightly outstretched towards you. “Um, to follow up on your brother, of course,” he concluded, clasping his hands behind his back and setting his face with a nonchalant expression. 

You grinned at him before saying, “I wish to see you again, as well, Sherlock.” His face softened and you nodded at Dr. Watson. “Until next time.” You turned and descended the stairs, your heart threatening to fly from your chest. 

John turned to Sherlock as soon as he heard the door shut behind you. He let out a belly laugh and clasped a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. “What a story this case would make! Emotionless Detective Can’t Stop Staring! Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Girl That Stole His Heart!” 

Sherlock simply cocked his head toward his giggling companion and said, “I thought you were good at titles.” Leaving John to bask in the euphoria of seeing Sherlock loose control of his feelings, the detective walked towards the chair that you had occupied only moments before. He dragged his fingertips along the back of the chair and smiled to himself. “Until next time,” he whispered. 


A/N: I’m sorry for how long it is! I’m thinking of a part two for this one as I’m working on a part two for “What Do You Know About Babies?”!! Let me know what you think and send in your requests!! xx

Revenge - Doctor Strange x Reader (Halloween)

Title: Revenge

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Reader

Characters: A hell of a lot if I’m honest… Avengers both old and new along with Bucky, Pepper, Darcy, Jane, Laura (Clint’s children were staying at their Nan’s), Wong, Sharon, Fury, Coulson and Maria. And of course the wonderful Doctor Strange and the beautiful, awesome Reader!

Request: Could you do a doctor strange x reader where Tony throws a Halloween party and the reader goes as dressed as a ‘sexy/cute’ girl Strange for a laugh and he loves it? You decide the type of ending… by @littlemisscaptainfandom (No worries it was late for Halloween, I saw it as super early for next year.)

Summary: When you’d decided to dress as a female Doctor Strange you’d never expected it to turn out quite like this… Nor had you expected the Doctor to rest quite in this way…

Word Count: 2130

Warnings: Jumping off of a roof for revenge does not always go as planned and is NOT SAFE so DO NOT JUMP OFF OF BUILDINGS!

When using portals please be careful not to be distracted by ridiculously hot men with amazing facial hair and magic.

The ending hints at smut but isn’t quite smut. A part two could be done for full smutty goodness to happen…

Originally posted by fondu-with-downey

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What the Hell is the “Opioid Crisis”?

Buckle up, because you’re about to get angry.

Way back in the 1970s and 1980s, drugs derived from the opium poppy - drugs like Oxycontin, Vicodin and Percocet - were pretty much only given out to cancer patients, and mostly terminal cancer patients at that. Opioids were dangerous and addictive, doctors reasoned, and so they were only used to treat extreme, end-of-life pain, when drug addiction isn’t really a concern anymore. 

Then in the 1990s, there was an explosion of chronic pain diagnoses. By the late 1990s, around a third of the US population had been treated for a chronic pain condition.The medical community started recognizing more and more forms of chronic pain, which was great, but it just didn’t have that many effective drugs available to provide relief for that pain. And drug companies smelled an opportunity. 

The federal government was desperate to provide more effective ways to treat pain and minimize disability, and drug companies realized that they just weren’t making very much money using opioids to only treat end-stage terminal cancer. So there was a huge push to normalize the use of of opioid drugs for everything. Some early studies declared that these drugs posed no risk of addiction, and doctors began writing millions and millions of opioid prescriptions for all sorts of chronic pain. 

The problem was, when those prescriptions ran out, patients immediately figured out that, surprise surprise, they were addicted to their painkilling drugs. They experienced euphoria when they took them, and crushing withdrawal symptoms when they stopped. People went back to their doctors for more drugs, or simply bought their drugs illegally on the street. They were hooked, and the start of the opioid crisis had begun. 

By 2010, the federal government was horrified when they realized what they had created. So they panicked, and started cracking down on opioid prescriptions. Doctors who handed opioids out like candy were punished. Addicts were cut off their prescriptions, and the supply of Oxycontin and Percocet on the streets dried up. 

So, naturally, people turned to fucking heroin. 

It turns out that you can’t actually cure mass addiction by cutting off people’s legal drug supplies and offering them no assistance. So people went to the streets. As many as 80% of heroin addicts in the early 2000s had started out as prescription painkiller addicts who had been pushed into heroin when supplies dried up. And that’s a problem. Because drugs like Vicodin and Percocet are regulated; they are made in a proper lab, and the amount of drug in each pill is the same. It’s hard to accidentally take too much. But heroin is a different kind of thing. When you buy heroin off the street, it’s impossible to tell how pure or potent it is, and people started dropping dead from overdoses. And all the while, the heroin available on the street got stronger and stronger, as people built higher and higher tolerances.

And that’s when fentanyl arrived on the scene. 

Fentanyl is cheaper, synthetic, and 50 times more potent than heroin. By cutting fentanyl into his drug supply, a dealer can make his product stretch a lot further. Just 2 milligrams of the stuff is enough to kill a healthy adult human. And that’s a huge fucking problem, because most of the fentanyl on the streets comes from street labs in China, who aren’t able to make safe, professional-quality fentanyl. Just a tiny inconsistency can make the drug too strong, and kill a person. And that’s what’s happened. It’s killed thousands of people across North America, and thousands more will die before we can figure this out. 

So what’s the point of telling you all this? Victims of the opioid crisis get treated like sub-humans when the topic comes up. We plaster them all over the news and call them selfish, stupid and weak. But they didn’t come out of nowhere. No one wakes up one morning and thinks to themselves “gosh, I sure would like to try some fentanyl today”. The opioid crisis is complicated, and it has a complex history that stretches back for decades. We are all imperfect people, living in a society with complex problems and unforeseen consequences. The opioid crisis is claiming the lives of real people, who had hopes, dreams, families, and circumstances that the rest of us can’t always understand. They deserve our empathy, and our understanding. 

Through Pain with Love ( Seth x Reader)

A/N: I switch between the names Seth and Colby often during the imagine due to the actor real name being Colby Lopez.

 Staring out of the cab window just wasn’t keeping your mind occupied anymore. You needed to get there quicker. The thought of Seth in pain without you was breaking your heart. The phone call he made to you the night before where he called from the hospital telling you he re-injury his knee broke you as you could tell there was pain in his voice. You hopped on the first flight you could get and rush to be with him and the hours since have left your mind wondering. It didn’t help that the minute you got off of the plane you saw the video of where he got hurt. The pain in his eyes was enough for you to know that this was serious and could take him awhile to recover. He might even miss out on another WrestleMania for it.

“We’re here miss” The driver said jumping you out of your train of thought. You quickly grabbed your bags and threw a few bills towards the driver.

“Keep the change” you shouted right before you slammed the door. You knew you should of been more polite but at this moment you didn’t care all you wanted was Seth. Standing in front of the hospital you knew that this one and others were going to be your new home for the next few months. With one final deep breath you made your way inside.

“I’m looking for Colby Lopez” the girl on the counter looked up at you and smiled

“You must be his girlfriend Y/N, he hasn’t stop asking for you, you know” You smiled back, he wanted to see you as much as you wanted to see him. That’s one thing you loved about Colby he always made you feel some type of a way that you couldn’t explain. Her words stung a little making you feel a bit guilty that you couldn’t get here any sooner.  

“Room 234 it will be on your right down the hall”

“Thank you” Pulling your things you with you made your way down the long hallway stopping at his room. You took in the scene around you. Some people were coming out of rooms crying and others were smiling and laughing. How you hope that you would be the last one. Everything about this place put you on edged, being here always meant bad news to you and that something you didn’t want anymore. You wanted good memories here at least.

Pushing opened Colby door, his head quickly turned and a grin already started to form across his face. You took in his features, you haven’t seen in weeks before this moment due to your guys jobs. His hair was fully brown again with no traces of the blonde anymore, oh how you had missed his long hair. His eyes showed love and you finally felt at home again.

“Colby how are you?” You rushed out but you quickly changed your mind on what to say “Or should I say Seth Freakin’ Rollins” Colby laughed at you, putting his hands up and taking a little bow trying to keep up with your game.

“In a little pain” He said reaching to take ahold of your hand. His answer made you worry a little

“Want me to go get a nurse to give you something? I’m sure I saw one before I walked in”

“Hey Y/N don’t worry I’m fine, its something I got to deal with” Pulling you into him so now that his head was leaning on your shoulder you started to ran your fingers through his hair.

“I’m always going to worry about you because I love you”

“I love you too”

“What did the doctor say?” Colby took a deep breath and gave you the news “ No sugary again so that’s a good thing but I can’t wrestle or do to much with it. I can barely walk but it’s enough if I do it the wrong way I could make all of this so much worse. The doctor says I got off lucky this time around since it was my same knee. A little muscle torn now can mean a permanent injury.”

“Oh baby” You said cupping his cheeks giving him a quick peck on the lips “Were going to get through this”

“I’ll always get through this Y/N as long as you are there to cheer me on whether it’s here in this bed or out on the stage.”

“You can always count on me to be Seth Rollins number one fan”

For the rest of you day you stayed cuddled into Colby side. Catching up with each other lives and enjoying each others company once again. You both needed moments like these that made you remember that everything could change in a blink of an eye. Right now you knew one thing and that was you were going to do everything in your power to make sure that Colby was well again so he could go back to being Seth Rollins with his number one fan cheering him on in the crowds.