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[Germany/Reader] Give 'Em Hell, KidOh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.
Can we settle up the score?
You never were one for parties. But hey, you were having a bad week and you wanted to loosen up a bit.
So fuckin' what?
You would get drunk if you wanted to. And y'know what? You had no regret.
Hell, maybe you'd be in luck, maybe that built blondie Feli told you about would be there.
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.
Oh yes, he was there. And oh yes, did you acquaint yourself with him.
So what if he was drunk? You were planning on joining him anyways.
And with that, you downed another shot.
"You're beautiful!" he slurs, looking you over.
"I'm sure I am," you mumble signaling the bartender to mix you another cocktail.
[The Doctor/Reader] My HeroAll good things had to come to an end.
Naturally, the time she spent with the Doctor was one of them.
She was dropped off back at her home with a lot more memories and a heavy heart.
It was her choice to leave, but it was for the best, wasn't it?
If she stayed longer, she wouldn't want to leave. And she couldn't just disappear off of the face of the Earth to travel with some space man, could she?
As much as she loved him, she had to go back. Back to her family, back to her friends, which she doubted even missed her.
She returned to her previous life, which was simple and boring, not like she remembered it; but then again, no one can see the same after you've traveled with the Doctor.
Everything was dull, as if all the color of the world was gone. And in her mind, it was.
The sky was dark, clouds covering it, threatening rain as she walked back to the book store. The store where she met him.
She never did finish that book.
And she planned to this time.
She sat in her old s
Sherlock/Reader: Home "Oh, no you don't," you heard Sherlock say when you attempted to get up.
"Sherlock, I'm pregnant, not old," you glare st him.
"And yet you are just as fragile. Now sit down."
You sigh, realizing it would be dumb to disagree, and return to the chair.
"I don't want to stay cooped up in this house for another week. Please, let me come with you. Just this once!"
"You've been doing it for nine months, I don't see why one more week would do you ill."
"You're going to the store, Sherlock. You act like I'm asking to accompany you on a case," you lock eyes with him as he stands by the door, ready to leave.
"It's only one week, ____," he says calmly, "Just one more week."
"Yes, and that's seven days too long."
He closes his eyes for a moment, debating, before he answers, "Fine. But let me help you."
You don't argue this time, and let him put your coat and shoes on for you.
"Think about it, it's not long until you'll be doing this for our daughter," you smile.
Though he tried to hid
[The Doctor/Reader] The Sacrifices To Be Made"What's happening?"
"Everything. It's the beginning, middle, and end of time. ____, you must promise me one thing."
"Do exactly as I say."
You close your eyes and nod.
"Of course, Doctor."
"Good. Everything that has ever interacted with me - past, present, and future alike - is finding it's way here. It will be extremely dangerous."
"What do you need me to do, Doctor?" you ask, standing in front of him as tense as a soldier would be in front of their sergeant.
You had tried. You really had. But it was too overwhelming. You let your guard down for one second - you stopped to rest. They had found you.
There was only one as far as you could tell, but you never actually got to check. You couldn't look away. You knew what would happen if you did.
You wanted to close your eyes and cry, to call out to the Doctor in hopes that he would save you.
But you didn't. All of your focus and energy went to staying awake, keeping yourself from looki
Sherlock/Reader: HomeThe sense of joy that overwhelmed you only made you run faster, throwing the flat's door open.
"Sherlock!" you cried, bounding up the steps. You were out of breath by the time you reached your destination.
"Sherly, I've...I'm..." you trailed off, the sight before you silencing you.
Sherlock, your Sherlock, with someone else...?
The gasp that escaped your own mouth was barely audible over the moans of the other two.
They both parted from their make-out session, staring lovingly into each others eyes, just before the detective noticed you in the doorway, barely holding back tears.
"I-I'm sorry. I should have knocked...I...I just..."
The woman finally got off of his lap, turning to look at you, too.
You didn't take the time to figure out who it was before you retreated with an unseen speed down to the door.
You faintly heard Sherlock calling after you, but you ignored him as you exited the building, and into the rain.
The weather matched your mood, and it was a perfect opportunity
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