requested: yes ( Can you do a Niall Horan where Greg is looking after your baby and Theo accidentally hurts her/him xx If you cant it’s fine xx)
warnings: lots of fluff and lots of overwriting because i’m obnoxious and have to put in a backstory with everything and google translated gaelic for no reason other than i am a sap
I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope that you like it and thank you for requesting something and I hope you’re having a good day/night :)
p.s Maeve is a name I picked for one of Niall’s little one and I’m actually working on another domestic/dad!niall thing because I’ve always been better at writing domestic things than anything else and I hope that’s okay with everyone, also Maeve is around two or three here I think and I do believe toddler’s that age can talk enough to get their point across but I could be wrong also I don’t speak gaelic or irish, I just used google to help me with this and i’m sorry the ending isn’t better
Maeve was a fairly calm toddler.
From the time she’d been born, you expected her to be loud and overzealous much like her father and most of her family. But she was born quiet and through most of her two years of life, she remained quiet. She preferred to sit by herself and play with her toys and she had a close kinship with you and Niall. She was never clingy, but she preferred to stay close to her parents. You weren’t people who hated taking your baby places with you either. For most of her life, she went wherever you went. From the grocery store to fancy restaurants, to social events and golf matches. She was well behaved and even when she couldn’t have things her way, she would pout about them quietly instead of throwing a tantrum. Niall had planned a special day for your five year anniversary that involved you spending the day out together shopping around and a nice dinner that evening at one of your favorite restaurants and as much as you loved having Maeve with you, it was important that you both got to spend some time apart as a married couple and not just as parents with a baby.
Hey guys, thanks for being patient, I’ve been a while. And, sorry about this being so rushed towards the ending, or just, throughout the entire chapter for that matter. And, i got a little carried away, it’s kinda long….. I hope you guys enjoy it, and that you’re all having a fantastic day. Stay sweet! ❤❤
Y/n walks back to her flat, being suspended wasn’t fun, but it did allow her to catch up on doing her normal things, now that the weekend’s blowing around, she’d be back in the field by Monday and hopefully away from Anderson. And trouble. The past week had been quiet, Sarah had been around, often calling to make sure that she was safe and whatnot, because even though the person who killed Tyler and Kate is quiet, the threat is still eminent. So, the girls stuck to watching each other’s back. She hasn’t seen the consulting detective since that morning in her uncle’s office, but she knows that this case is driving him up a wall. The fact that she doesn’t want to give him answers for things she apparently know about, and that the killer is still pretty much a mystery, is driving him nuts. She’s been able to stay clear of Sherlock Holmes, which meant, she never left her flat, since she never had a reason to. But, she ran out of a few things and a grocery run was inevitable. Just some things for the kitchen and a carton if milk for her landlady Mrs Smith. When she asked, Y/n couldn’t help but agree, she was just a really sweet old lady and Y/n sometimes felt guilty because she sometimes causes trouble for her. When she made it to her flat she knocks on Mrs Smith’s door, she immediately opened it, smile gracing her lips. “Oh, Y/n dear. Thank you so much, God knows I couldn’t reach that Grocery on time.” This particular grocery closes early, a little too early, much to everyone’s annoyance, but luckily for Y/n a guy who works there just happened to have a crush on her, and she used that to her advantage to get what she needed. Y/n smiles, handing her the milk in a small plastic bag, “It’s no problem Mrs Smith. Anything else you need, I’m right above you.” After a small conversation with Mrs Smith, Y/n heads upstairs, pulling her key from her pants pocket. Opening the door, the darkness greets her gently as it surrounds her when she goes in and closes the door behind herself. She drops her key into the bowl at the door, and walks straight to the kitchen to put the things from the grocery in the fridge. Closing it, she was about to turn on the light when someone moves behind her, without thinking she raises her elbow, connecting swiftly with the intruder’s jaw, turning around she brings her knee upward, a grunt telling her that she had hit her target perfectly, she pushes the person back, causing them to fall to the ground and she flick to light on. She was surprised to see Sherlock sitting on the floor, his hand holding his jaw, his expression was one mixed with pain and surprise. “Holmes. How’d you get in here?” Y/n questions, not at all feeling guilty for hurting the man. Serves him right, the dude broke into my flat. He gets up, his eyes locked on hers, “I picked your lock.” he states, and Y/n rolls her eyes, “Well obviously.” Sherlock rubs his now sore jaw, sitting down at the small dinning table, “Did you find what you were looking for?” Sherlock eyes snap up to meet hers at her question, furrowing his eyebrows, “How did you know I was looking for something.” “You broke into my flat.” she states, putting her hands on her hips, she knows he’d come looking for it, the key she took from Greg’s office, which was really just a spare key for the evidence archive, she needed something from there and the door was locked. “Don’t worry, I put it back where I found it.” she smiles, “You okay?” she asks, gesturing to his jaw, where a bruise was forming and he nods, but she moves to the fridge and grabs a few ice cubes, putting them in a cloth before handing it over to him. “It’ll swell.” Sherlock takes it, resting it against his jaw as he looks her over. Furrowing his eyebrows as he realized he couldn’t deduce her, it’s almost like his own mind is blocking him from doing so. He blinks a few times, he’s going to have to do this the normal way. “How about we go out for chips?” Y/n raises her eyebrows at the man, “Are you asking me out?” “No, I’m asking you to accompany me for chips,” he clarifies and the girl laughs, shaking her head at him. “Oh you poor man.” she says, giggling and Sherlock watches her confused, “What?” “Nothing, nothing at all.” she says, before turning around, “let me just change my jacket.” Good, now, all that’s left is to question her, he has to somehow get her to answer him. He just needs to wind her down a bit. Taking his phone from the pocket of his coat, he quickly types out a message to John.
I’ll be a while, have you found Kate’s records yet? SH
He waits a while before John texts back.
Okay, and No, nothing yet. And one question Sherlock. Why is Greg’s niece on the wall? JW
Sherlock rolls his eyes at John’s question, putting his phone back into his coat as Y/n comes back, she traded her grey sweater for a white hoodie jacket and she tied up her hair in a pony tail. “Come on then.”
Sherlock is actually a really good conversationist, once he gets over himself. He took her to one of the best chips vendor he knew. He hasn’t gotten around to asking her anything yet, so he just improvised. He made her laugh, telling her some of the funny and weird stuff that happened on some of his old cases, “Really? You actually said that?” Y/n asks between giggles, looking up at the detective, who was smiling back, he nods, “Yes and then she slapped me….” “Well that’s because most of the things that come out of your mouth is rude. And insensitive.” she says, nudging him with her elbow, “I am aware of that,” he grumbles, looking away from her and she laughs. “It’s okay, I’ve got a reputation for causing trouble where ever I go. But I swear, it’s not my fault.” she says, putting a chip in her mouth, “You know,” she say between chews, “these are actually decent chips. I had bad chips once, changed my perspective on them.” Y/n was having a great time, even though it was just for chips and a dumb conversation. The night was perfect for just walking about doing nothing. It wasn’t too cold, and night London was just perfect. “So, How’s that case of yours going?” she asks, looking up at him again, taking another chip from her paper, swirling it around in a blob of ketchup before eating it. “It’s troublesome.” Sherlock sighs, looking ahead of him, and Y/n chuckles. “You’ll figure it o–” The loud sound of a gun firing cuts her off, everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Y/n falls backwards. People around her scream in panic and begin to run away from the scene. A sharp pain erupted from the girl’s abdomen, she cries out in pain as she hits the concrete, her blood soaking into her white jacket. Sherlock was by her side in an instant, unzipping the jacket to put pressure on the bullet wound, looking around frantically for the shooter. But they were no where in sight. Sniper shot, Sherlock thinks looking back to her, her eyes were slowly closing. “No, no. Y/n, look at me, focus on me. You’re going to be okay.” he says, keeping pressure on her wound as warm blood seep through his fingers. The sound of sirens blaring in the distance. “Keep your eyes open.” The sound of sirens get nearer, Y/n nods, sucking in a painful breath, tears flooding her eyes, and she tries her best to keep them open. Her breaths were shallow, she could already feel coldness creeping it’s way up her toes and her fingers, the noise around her fade to dull murmurs as she loses consciousness. ________ 9:00 pm
At the hospital, the Doctors had called Lestrade in, he being the girl’s only emergency contact. After finding out which room she was in, the Doctor who took care of her explained her situation. “She was shot, but, luckily none of her vital organs were hit. She’d be fine once she’s all healed.” the dark haired woman explained, stopping outside a closed room. He thanks her and goes in, closing the door softly behind him. Sitting down in the visitor chair and he looks at her sleeping form, their breathing and the beeping of the heart monitor was the sound in the room. “It was a sniper shot.” Sherlock says quietly as he enters the room, and Greg looks up at him, “You sure?” “Yes. They don’t miss, unless deliberately. But they weren’t trying to kill her, I think that was a warning shot.” He explains, his cerulean eyes never leaving her. Greg sighs, running his hand through his hair. “She’d be safer at Baker street. With me,” “No. I’m not sending her with you. I’m her family, she stays with me.” “But that’s what they expect don’t they? She’d be safe with me.” Sherlock argues, keeping his voice low, as not to disturb the sleeping girl. “You know what I think,” Greg begins lowly, getting up from the chair to move over where Sherlock stood. “Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” a quiet voice asks, the two men immediately stop their bickering to look over at Y/n, who was watching them with one eye open. Greg shoots Sherlock a dirty look before moving back to Y/n, “It’s okay you know. I’m a big girl, I’ll make my choice.” she says to him, and he nods, knowing that she go with Sherlock. “You should thank him, he did save my life, I would’ve bled out if it wasn’t for him.” _________
After a day in the Hospital, Y/n was discharged and allowed to leave. It was late when they got to Baker street, after they stopped out to get some things at her flat, Y/n had fallen asleep in the cab, Sherlock had carried her upstairs to his flat, getting a questioning look from John when he came back from his bedroom. “So,” John starts, sitting up in his chair, blinking at the floor before looking up at Sherlock, “First she’s on the wall, then you’re ’monitoring’ her, and now she’s sleeping in your bed.” he says, and Sherlock stares at him for a good solid moment before answering. “She’s vital to the case. That’s all.” ________ 8:00 pm
When Y/n wakes up, she was confused, because the last thing she remember was sitting in a cab, not falling asleep in a bed. She only realizes where she was when she spots the coat hanging on the closet door knob. Sherlock. Right, so that’s how she got here, she carefully sit up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, after being told by the doctor to take it easy for a few days, she was willing to do just that. Moving the covers away from her body, she swings her legs over the side, finding her duffle bag on the floor, she rummages through it. Reminds me of summer camp, she thinks, pulling a tee shirt out, a pair of underwear and cotton shorts, along with her toothbrush, and her towel. Except this time there’s that ‘I’m so gonna die’ vibe. She chuckles, getting up from the bed with her things before padding her way to the bathroom to take a shower. While changing, she thinks, Now I have to tell him, letting out a sigh she looks at herself in the mirror hanging over the sink. This is going to be hard, after keeping this quiet for so long, she finally has to tell someone, when she promised herself that no one would know, they made that promise. When she was done in the bathroom, she found Sherlock standing by the window, playing the violin. As he turns around to look at her, he nods towards his client chair, she sighs and sits, rubbing his hands against her knees in a nervous manner. Sherlock stops playing, and sits in his chair, pressing his fingertips together and putting them under his chin and stares at her expectantly. “You wanted answers.” she states, her eyes glued to the carpeted floor before looking up at him, “So I’ll give them to you.”
I think I requested this when requests were closed it was an imagine about being House’s sister and Wilson being shocked by how nice you were even though you were a lot like him in other ways or something
“Your sister,” Wilson repeats as he watches you converse quietly with Cuddy.
“Yep,” House pops.
“You have a sister,” Wilson declares.
“Uh huh,” House huffs.
“She doesn’t look a thing like you,” Wilson says.
“Are you calling my sister ugly, Wilson?” House sasses.
But Wilson just rolls his eyes as you break your conversation with Lisa, slowly making your way over to the two of them as a smile graces your cheeks.
“And here’s the ugly one now!” House shouts as he holds his arm out for you, draping it around your shoulders as you wrap your warm around his back.
“Only because I look just like you, big brother,” you snap, smiling up at him as Wilson’s eyebrows hike up on his forehead.
“Wilson. My sister, Y/N,” House introduces.
“This is the roommate?” you point before reaching out and shaking his hand.
“Thought you said he was gay,” you murmur towards House.
“Wait, what?” Wilson asks.
“No, I said I thought he was gay,” House says as you cock your hip out.
“No no no no no. Not gay. Not at all gay,” Wilson tries to interject.
You couldn’t hold back the grin on your face quite as well as your brother could during jokes like this.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” you ask as you turn towards Wilson.
“W-wh-…uh…what?” he stammers.
“Yeah, Wilson. Do you think my sister’s pretty?” House asks as he turns his gaze onto his best friend.
“Well, I-I-I mean…uh…”
“Yeah. Must be gay,” you nod as you look up playfully at your brother.
“No no no! I-I-I think you’re beautiful. Absolutely breath-taking,” Wilson blurts out.
A sly grin made its way across your face as House slowly turns his gaze back to his friend and colleague.
“Say what?” House asks.
“Oh, stop it, Greg,” you giggle as you release your arm around his waist, stepping forward quickly to thread your arm around James’.
“Breath-taking, huh?” you ask slyly, side-glancing a blushing Wilson as he swallow thickly.
“Well, I, uh…I mean, yeah. Yes, you’re very pretty.”
“Because I look like Greg?” you ask.
“Oh no, you look nothing like House,” Wilson says.
“I mean…we are related,” House states.
“Are you hungry, Dr. Wilson?” you ask.
“James. You can call me James, if you’d like,” he says.
“James…” you lull as you smile kindly up at him.
“And yes. I could eat.”
“Then how about you treat me to lunch,” you coo as you slowly begin walking with him down the hallway.
“Well, I, uh…House?” he asks as he cranes his neck to look back at his friend, his nerves getting the best of his as House raises his hand and wiggles his fingers in a playful goodbye as a smirk crosses Greg’s cheeks.
“Or I can treat you. I don’t mind wearing the pants,” you state slyly as the two of you round the corner, a grin growing upon your face as Wilson’s shocked expression slowly morphs into one of confusion.
“It’s alright,” you say lightly as you bring your free hand over and begin to rub his arm, “I think you’re quite handsome yourself.
“You do?” Wilson asks, his attention finally turning down towards you as you smile up at him.
Requested by Anon: “Hello! Do you think you could do a Sherlock imagine where the reader meets Sherlock when she joins the Scotland Yard and he gets frustrated because he can’t deduce her? If you’re too busy, I totally understand. But either way, thank you! ”
You arrived back from another case you had been working on to
Scotland Yard. You had been working there for about a month and you loved it. It
provided you an outlet to solve cases which had always been exciting for you.
While it was frustrating that it seemed you were the only competent worker, you
loved the job nonetheless.
The elevator finally reached your floor and you stepped off
to hear a very loud conversation coming from Lestrade’s office. You took the
file that you need to give him and approached his office. You were about to
knock when Agent Donovan came up behind you.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, the Freak is in there. I’d
suggest putting off meeting him as much as you can,” she warned.
You rolled your eyes at her. If there was one thing you didn’t
like about the job it was Sally Donovan and Philip Anderson. The two constantly
tried to give you “advice” about the job which you found hilarious because the
pair were just as ordinary and ignorant as the rest. Thankfully they hadn’t
been too mean to you yet because you were currently blackmailing them with the knowledge
of their affair.
“I do what I want Donovan,” you said as you knocked on the
door. You entered to see a rather tall man with curly black and a long black
coat with the collar popped. The taller man was trailed by a shorter looking man
with blonde hair who waved at you once you barraged in.
“Yes, Y/N?” Greg asked from behind his desk, looking thankful
that you had interrupted them.
“Um, yeah. I just solved the case you sent me out on. Here’s
the file,” you told him.
The taller man cocked his eyebrow at you. “I didn’t know you
actually solved cases, Lestrade. I thought you just called me in on all of
Greg scoffed. “This is our new agent, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is
Sherlock Holmes and his partner John Watson.”
John extended his hand and you shook it. Meanwhile, Sherlock
stood back looking you over. “Yes?” you asked him.
Your question pulled him out of his thoughts. “Right,
Greg stood behind his desk looking confused at Sherlock’s
actions. “Yeah… Anyways, thanks Y/N,” he told you and retreated out of his
Eventually, Sherlock and John came out of Greg’s office and
to your desk. “Sherlock and John, right?”
“Yeah, right,” Sherlock quickly said. “For some reason I can’t
seem to deduce anything about you…. How about you tell me over dinner? Angelo’s
at 7:30 works for me.”
A look of surprise crossed your face and you looked over at
John, who looked just as confused as you. “Um, sure. See you tonight?”
“See you tonight,” Sherlock said before turning around and
quickly leaving Scotland Yard.
Gail was grumpy, she hadn’t seen her girlfriend in two days. So for two days she had progressively gotten grumpier and grumpier, everyone at the division had noticed. Especially McNally and Price. The blonde officer already had a short temper with them and now with the lack of Holly all it took was a smile to set her off. It was one o'clock which meant it was the pathologists lunch and Gail decided she’d take hers now so they could eat together, among other things. She had picked up Holly’s favourite sandwich on her way back to the station, doughnuts from her favourite bakery and coffee from Tim Hortons. Gail walked into Holly’s office like it was her own. There was some guy huddled over the table along side her girlfriend, she was explaining something Gail couldn’t repeat -too many words she couldn’t be bothered with. Instead of interrupting right away she took off her coat and hung it on the back of the desk chair and then started to lay the food out on Holly’s desk.
She was pulling the last of the food out when she overheard the man “Um, do you want to go for drinks after shift?” He was more boy than man Gail noted. He couldn’t be more than 21 and not even close enough to Holly’s lege to be asking her out. Holly coughed.
“What’d you just say?” Gail interrupted. The boy turned around to face Gail, he hardly noticed her come in and thought she was just dropping something off and left already. His name tag read ‘Greg’. Greg blushed, “I, uh, asked if Holly wanted to get a drink after work?” he stuttered over his words.
“Gail.” Holly started to stop the blonde, knowing where this was going and took a step in her direction. Gail stopped her with a finger, motioning for her to giver her a second.
“So you were asking her out.” Gail stated and the boy nodded. “You were asking your boss on a date.” she prompted.
“Yes ma'am.” Greg mumbled, looking to the floor.
She looked to Holly, “Holly did you have any plans tonight?"
"Yes.” she sighed.
“You see Gerald Dr. Stewart has plans, very important plans that do not include baby interns like yourself.”
“He gets it, you can stop now Gail.” Holly took another step towards her girlfriend, a smile playing at her lips.
“Not only will she not be going out with you tonight, Gerald, she never will. Do you know why?” Gail continued.
“Because she doesn’t go out with interns?” Greg questioned.
“Wrong. For one she’s very gay, and two she’s very very involved. Right Dr. Stewart?”
Holly rolled her eyes, “yes Gail. You’ve made your point now let the poor boy go.”
Gail glared at him. “So to sum up, you never had a chance nor will you ever. Pass the word around to all your little buddies because next one to ask my girlfriend out. No, next one to look at her the wrong way is going to find themselves in the hospital. Now leave and close the door.” The intern scrambled out the door, face beet red and looking to the floor. Gail watched on with a smirk.
“You really didn’t need to do that, I was just about to tell him. Now he’s going to be terrified to be in the same room as me. How will i ever get any work done if I can’t talk to the poor guy?” Holly asked. Gail grabbed the brunette by the waist and pulled her in close.
“I had to make an example out of him and now everyone is going to know you’re off the market.” she spoke softly as Holly wrapped her arms around the blondes neck.
“Everyone now knows I’m yours and there will never be another mistake. Not when he puts word around about the blonde, scary, sexy officer.” Holly’s voice got huskier with every word.
Gail closed the distance, not wanting to waste another second talking and kissed her.
Hello lovely, I have a prompt!! Sherlock is lonely as John's on his honeymoon so he throws himself into morgue experiments with more vigour than usual which, of course, drives Molly insane ;) enjoy x
Ok, fortunately, or unfortunately, all three of these prompts inspired this one piece. I happen to like ti, so thats the good, but I wasn’t able to give each prompt enough to feel like I did them justice; so I’m not sure I did my due diligence as a prompt filler. So, feel free to steal the prompts.
I’VE DONE NO EDITING, PLEASE FORGIVE ANY SPELLING/GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.
Of course he was back again. She suppressed a groan as he waltzed into the morgue and began watching her… poking and prodding at things she had finished with, deciding if he wanted to ask her for them or not. “Blue.” He admired the discolored mans skin. “He was a bit of a hermit…its pretty obvious he had Methemoglobinemia, but I can’t confirm it on the paperwork until I get his blood work back.” “Thats silly… he looks like a….” “Smurf.”