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kris-dont-give-af-87182 · 8 months

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Can you do a lil request with 10 and a reader who aspires to become a astronomer ?

To The Stars And Back

“So, where are we headed to now?” Y/N skipped down the stairs, vibrant with energy.

The Doctor looked up, smiling a little at her enthusiasm. “You’ll see.” He grinned, softly pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Seriously? The last time you said that, we landed in a zygon nest and need I remind you how that turned out.” She rolled her eyes.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. She laughed and stood up on her toes, pecking him lightly on the cheek.

His cheeks burned red as he cleared his throat, lips pulling up in a smug smile as he told her, pulling her towards the TARDIS doors.

“I swear I got it right this time. You’ll see how lucky you are to have a boyfriend who travels through space-”

He threw upon the doors only to come face to face with a Sontaran

“We have an intruder! He shall be dealt with immediately !” He screeched.

“You were saying?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, no.” He slammed the door in his face and sprinted back to the Terminal. “Must’ve gotten the co-ordinates wrong, sorry love.”

“What are you trying to do anyway?” She looked at the control screen curiously, sidling up to him.

He sighed, running his hand through his already messy brown hair.

“I wanted to show you the stars in your galaxy up close,” he admitted. “I thought it might help with that that paper you’re writing for your course. We keep talking about stars and planets all the time but I’ve never really shown you what they are like up close.”

Y/N smiled, hugging him fiercely and laughing. “Doctor, you’ve shown me so many constellations that no one else on my planet has even seen, so many galaxies and planets, do you have any idea just how much you’ve already done for me? Besides, I have something much brighter and beautiful than a star.”

He smiled bashfully, not prepared for her teasing addition, “The TARDIS!”

The console lit up cheerfully, chiming a series of noise that can only be described as pleased.

“Oh, shove it, you,” the Doctor grumbled.

“Alright, you big baby. You know you’re the best thing that has happened to me.” She nudged him playfully.

“That’s better,” he muttered.

“I’m gonna spend forever with you, you know.” She sighed contently, leaning against him.

He tensed at the reminder of her mortality, but relaxed. Maybe he can’t spend his forever with her, but he can make the best of the time they have together. After all, they have so many stars they have yet to see.

#x reader #request #doctor who #tenth doctor #fluff #so cute

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kris-dont-give-af-87182 · 8 months

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Can you write a Sherlock x reader fic, where reader is broken by rumours spread by newspapers and she can't trust Sherlock anymore, she can but it's hard and Sherlock is trying hardest to make sure she sees he's not the one people made him, he's still the one for whom she fell in love.

Rumours

“Leave me alone, Sherlock.”

“Y/N, please-”

She spun around ripping her hand free from where he gripped her wrist, trying to stop her from walking away.

“How much longer, Sherlock?” She demanded. “Because I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

He seemed more broken than ever, trying to plead with her. His blue eyes were frantic, desperate.

“Believe in me. Like you always have.”

She shook her head. “I want to, God knows I do. But I can’t keep doing this, Sherlock. You always keep me in the dark, you always keep lying. Are you really what they say you are?”

“I was trying not to worry you-”

“Not telling me is worse!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration. She hadn’t been particularly surprised that he had managed to guess her passcode and come into her house.

“Why do I have to find out from someone completely random about what’s going on?! It’s not like I’m stupid, I can help you! But you won’t let me, because you are such an egotistical, narcissistic, bloody arsehole- you know, I think they’re right, maybe this is a farce-”

“You know that’s not true.” His voice became quiet, broken. “Y/N, please, if you don’t believe me, then I have no one left. Nothing.”

“You’ll have your devoted John. Does he know? Or is he in on it as well?” She was much too hurt to stop the words she knew were like knives to his heart.

“I know I’ve lied to you. I know I keep you out of my cases, but I have never once lied about what I feel for you. About who I am.” And then she saw it. He seemed completely and utterly broken, vulnerable and desperate. Something that Sherlock would never have let himself be.

He moved forward and this time, she didn’t back away. He took her hands in his. “I’m sorry, love. I’m the man you fell in love with. Who I am with you, is the truest I’ve ever been. You have to believe me.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “But you have to let me in, Sherlock, you can’t keep pushing me away, because I can’t keep living like this.”

“You believe me?” Hope lit his eyes.

She sighed, heart heavy as she cupped his cheeks gently. In the end, he really did have no one but her and Watson. She wanted to trust him, she did trust him… but what if he broke her heart, just as they said he would.

As if he could read her thoughts, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’d kill myself before I hurt you again. I promise, no more secrets. You can stick my side like an annoying itch I can’t get rid for all my cases.”

She burst into laughter at that, swatting his arm playfully. “How could I have doubted you even for a second. Nobody can be as big a prick as you.”

Sherlock chuckled, “What a coincidence. John said the same thing. Speaking of no more secrets, there’s going to be one that you need to keep from John.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“It involves me dying.”

“I’m sorry, what?!”

A/N: This is not as long as I would have liked but I hope you like it!

#x reader #request #bbc sherlock #sherlockbbc #sherlock holmes #light angst #not that great #sorry lol

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kris-dont-give-af-87182 · 8 months

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By joke requests I mean more comedic requests, something like, say the doctor's Tardis breaks down so they have to try and fix it, or something along those lines

Ohhk, sure, I can do it, just drop the request 😁👍

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kris-dont-give-af-87182 · 8 months

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Do you do joke requests?

Not really, no. What are joke requests?

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kris-dont-give-af-87182 · 8 months

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Can you do a Sherlock x reader who's a recovering drug addict?

Addiction

Y/N L/N was a nobody on the streets, until he came into her life. It was a bit of blur, still, and she could hardly believe that she now had a roof over her head. But he remembered every detail.

He remembered when his homeless network reported that the suspect was last seen near a drug den. He remembered going undercover and then finding himself chasing the man. He remembered how she’d stopped him with a fire extinguisher to the face.

“He’s not the one you should be arresting, though.” She had said, fingers twitching nervously. “He had no idea what he was distributing and he needed the money for his kid in the hospital. The one you’re looking for is Moriarty. Of course, you already knew that, didn’t you, Mr. Holmes?”

Her startlingly clear E/C eyes were what caught his attention first. She was a drug addict, and a heavily addicted one at that, but she spoke with precision and clarity.

She turned those eyes to John. “And you might want to break up with your girlfriend before things get too ugly..”

John’s eyes widened, “What-?”

Immediately, she frowned, as if annoyed that she had to explain. It was not unlike Sherlock’s own temperament.

“You’ve obviously been staying over at her place, I can smell her perfume from a mile away, no secure man would ever wear such a disgustingly heavy one. But you’re sour expression and the fact that you just checked those texts that you’ve been getting non stop, and that you kept glancing anxiously at Sherlock before putting your phone back in without responding means that things are not going well with your girlfriend and your best friend might be one of the reasons why.”

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, glancing back at his flat mate. John shrugged, seeming sheepish, but he looked back at the girl in awe. Sherlock took in the woman in front of him. She was on the tip of an iceberg, dancing along its edge. Rehabilitation was going to be difficult but not impossible.

“You’re hired.”

John seemed bewildered. “What?”

“Starting today, Miss, er-”

“Y/N L/N” she provided.

“Miss L/N is going to be my assistant.”

John gaped at his best friend. “Are you being serious?”

“Intellect such as hers is wasted in the gutter, and I’m in a generous mood.”

“I don’t need your charity.” She snapped.

“Oh, it’s not charity, you’re going to work for me. And I’m told I can be a bit of a taskmaster, so you’re most definitely not the luckiest person today.”

He was true to his word. She accompanied him on investigations, ran errands for him. But it wasn’t easy trying to give up her drug habits. She refused to go to a rehabilitation facility, and Sherlock had no mind to force her.

She was making progress, but she still had… relapses. The first time was the worst one and she felt as if she were dying. She had gone the hard way, completely giving it up.

It had scared the wits out of John Watson. He had found her, twitching on the bathroom floor, eyes wild and sweat soaking her clothes.

“SHERLOCK!”

When she had come to, she found herself looking up at concerned blue eyes. He’d never admit it, but he was fast growing fond of the woman. She worked without complaint, seemed to stay on track with him no matter what, and generally had a knack for interacting with people.

But despite all the changes in her life, it still didn’t change the way people saw her. And while it brought her spirits down, it irritated Sherlock to no end. But it’s what led to the current scenario she found herself in.

They had gone to inspect a crime scene, as per request of Lestrade, but as luck would have it, Anderson and Donovan were there.

“Here come the freaks,” Donovan rolled her eyes. “Don’t let the druggie near the evidence, she might end up snorting all of it.”

Y/N tensed but stayed silent, eyes focused on the ground. Sherlock ground his teeth as John clenched his fists.

“Y/N might have been a drug addict, but she still has morals, which is more than what can be said for you. Still scrubbing Anderson’s floors are we? I suppose his wife must think she has the cleanest husband.”

Y/N looked up, startled as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away. She tried to break free but to no avail.

“Let go, Sherlock, it hurts,” she protested. He let go but grabbed her shoulders to force her to look at him.

“Why won’t you stand up for yourself? Why do you always have to be so… quiet and nice?” He demanded.

“I thought you’d reserved the mean act for yourself.” Y/N grinned but Sherlock only glared harder.

“It’s no use even if I do speak up. I used to be a druggie, hell, I lived like drugs were the only things keeping me alive. Until you showed up, there were days when I was so high, I couldn’t tell my hands from my legs.” She sighed. “Not everyone is as accepting as you and John.

“Well, then to hell what they think, talk back. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, but I do consider you as a friend. I’ve got you, no matter what.”

What was meant to comfort her seemed to upset her instead, though she tried not to show it. She smiled and nodded, pulling out of his grasp gently before going inside.

A few more months passed before disaster struck. Donovan managed to pin a drug case on Y/N, dragging her away. But the months spent with Sherlock tracking down criminals seemed to have hardened her.

“You know Donovan, you might want get a check up. It’s remarkable how many different colognes you have, and I doubt all of them are Anderson’s,” Y/N remarked as she was led away.

Sherlock had come running as soon as he heard, only to find Y/N comfortably lounging in her cell.

“I’ll get you out.” He promised. She smiled.

“I know you will.”

He kept his promise of course, but the news had already come out, painting Sherlock’s “apprentice” a hopeless addict. And despite his inability to fully understand emotions, Sherlock could tell that behind her fixed smile, was hurt and despair.

She was staring out the window of his apartment when he came in.

“I won’t relapse again. It’s been three months since the last time, I won’t do it again.” She said softly, eyes glazed over slightly.

Sherlock sighed, going over to her. He tentatively put his arms around her, letting her lean against him as she shook slightly with suppressed sobs.

“I know you won’t.” He told her softly.

“You know why, though?” She sniffed, looking up at him with so much trust that he felt both happy and scared.

“Why?” He whispered.

“Because I’m only addicted to one thing now,” she gave a watery smile. “You.”

She had gambled everything on this. She knew she could lose everything if he didn’t return her feelings and decided to throw her out. But good thing she knew a thing or two about gambling.

He leant down, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Good.”

She felt content then, it wasn’t a rejection, but he was trying to enforce affection. She knew he was uncomfortable with affection, but that small peck meant all the world to her.

John walked in on them, Y/N still in Sherlock’s embrace. He smiled slightly at the sight and quietly left them to have their privacy.

(This is my first request and I hope you like it!!)

#sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #addiction #x reader #request #y/n

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