he sounds like he really knows what he wants from doctor who and i'm so pleased

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*

anonymous asked:

I hope you'll take pity on me in my pathetic state. I have my period and I'm in so much pain! Could you please write a little fluffy something where Mulder takes care of a hurt/grouchy Scully with her period? Extra points if it's whilst they are still platonic? 🤞🏼❤️

Oh anon! So sorry to hear this. I really hope you feel better soon. I hope I made this fluffy enough. Also read Prufrocks Love’s Cycles. It’s brilliant. This little thing here is set in season 1. 

Scully has been quiet all day. It’s not like she’s known for incessant chatter, no, but she usually indulges in a little intellectual chit chat while they’re on a case. Or while having lunch together, like they are right now. Mulder watches her as she pokes around in her food listlessly. She has barely eaten. He can’t blame her, really. Her salad looks almost as sad as she does. What he doesn’t understand though is why. He’s been hoping for a hint, anything, but Scully keeps silent, suffers all alone. Mulder, however, can’t keep his mouth shut.

“Are you coming down with something, Scully?” She lifts her head, stares at him. She looks dazed, tired. He hopes she doesn’t have the flu. They haven’t known each other that long, just about a year, but she’s never been sick. 

“No. I’m fine, Mulder.” He nods, chewing on his chicken, wondering if he should offer some of it to her. 

“Do you want some of my chicken?” Mulder puts a piece on a fork, holds it out towards her. Scully glances at it, her expression changing into one of disgust. 

“Please get that away from me.”

“It’s good chicken”, Mulder tells her; he knows she loves chicken. He’s seen her wolf it down before. “Come on, try it.”

“Mulder, I really don’t want any chicken. Excuse me.” Her words sound strangled as she pushes her chair away, almost toppling over, running to the bathroom. 

Something is definitely off, he decides, as he finishes his chicken alone.

Scully refuses to talk to him in the car. He tries a few topics, gets some monosyllabic answers, another I’m fine, Mulder and finally a please concentrate on the road, Mulder. So he shuts up. In his mind, though, the wheels are turning. Did she break up with a boyfriend? He looks over at her quickly. Her hands are on her stomach, resting there. Does she even have a boyfriend? No, she’s never mentioned one. His eyes are drawn to her hands again. They way she’s pressing them to her stomach looks peculiar. Could she be…

“Are you pregnant?” He blurts out, startles Scully and himself in the process. 

“What on earth gave you that idea?” She screeches. He shrugs, keeps his eyes on the road.

“You’ve been quiet today,” he starts, trails off when she huffs, “You didn’t eat at the diner. When I offered you some chicken, you looked positively green.”

“Maybe I just wasn’t hungry. I’m tired, Mulder. Not that it’s any of your business but no, I am not pregnant.” There is something in the way she says this that makes him wonder. The wheels turn, turn and finally it clicks.

“Oh!” He says, blushing slightly. “Oh. I get it.”

“Oh what, Mulder?“ 

"Do you need anything? Painkillers or… something?” He’s read somewhere that an orgasm is a great way to relieve menstrual pain. Mulder is not sure she wants to hear that right now. He is pretty sure, she is a medical doctor after all, that she knows anyway. Scully, he’s come to find, knows just about everything.

“I’m fine, Mulder.” It sounds more like shut up and leave me alone, Mulder, and so he does. For now.

He watches her like a hawk the rest of the day. When the town’s sheriff proposes Scully do an autopsy at 8 pm, Mulder puts his foot down. He ushers Scully out, who is protesting, albeit weakly, and promises they’ll be back in the morning. The sheriff is at a loss for words, simply nods and accepts.

“What was that, Mulder? Are you out of your mind?” Scully spews at him once they’re outside.

“It’s late, Scully. You can do the autopsy in the morning.”

“Since when do you get to decide how and when I do my job?”

“Scully, you’re tired, you’re…” She’s staring at him, waiting for an explanation that he doesn’t have, and he knows she’ll go off if he says the wrong thing now. Though he is not sure there is a right thing. 

“I’m angry is what I am!” She throws her hands up, looks comically for a moment, but Mulder is too scared to laugh or even smile. He watches her wander off, her heels scraping over the gravel angrily. He follows her once he feels it’s safe. 

They have adjoining rooms - usually an invitation for Mulder to come over to hers if it’s not too late. Tonight the door is closed though. He listens to her every movement, doesn’t even turn on the TV. He’s been working with her for a year. Shouldn’t this have happened before? He doesn’t recall her ever behaving like this. Mulder gets up, stops at the door. Knocking feels strange, stupid. He does it anyway. At first he thinks Scully is ignoring him, or maybe she is asleep already. Finally, she opens the door. Her face is clean, devoid of make-up. He wants to tell her how much he loves her freckles, but her expression stops him. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her face flushed.

“Did you cry?” She rolls her eyes; he really needs a filter, think about what he is saying before he says it.

“No, Mulder. I’m just… what do you want?”

“I uhm, wanted to check up on you." 

"I told you I was fine. Women go through this every month, Mulder. It’s no big deal.”

“Of course, Scully. I’m gonna… leave you alone. Good night.”

“Good night.” She closes the door, softly. Mulder knows he should give up, leave her alone in her misery. But then he has an idea. A brilliant one.

The next time he knocks, he is prepared. 

“Mulder, what- Mulder?" 

"I come bearing gifts, Scully.” He is holding up his small bag for inspection. With a sigh, Scully steps aside, letting him in. 

“What did you bring?” Her voice is tired, but curious.

“Oreos, Twinkies and Twizzlers. That’s all they had. Oh, and Hershey’s Kisses.” Her face lightens up at the mention of chocolate. “You want some kisses?” He grins, feeling proud of himself. Scully snatches the Hershey’s Kisses and the Oreos from him. She sits on the bed, digs in hungrily. He watches her, happy to see he’s done something right today.

“I uhm, also… I brought Aleve. The woman at the pharmacy said it works best. I got some ibuprofen just in case though.” He offers them to her.

“Mulder…” Her voice sounds teary and Mulder hopes he hasn’t made her cry. He doesn’t have anything for that. “Thank you.” She finally finishes, smiling up at him.

“You could have said something, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to be in pain. You could have told me at the diner. You could have told me all the other times.”

“It usually… isn’t this bad.” She admits, putting another Oreo into her mouth.

“Next time it is, please tell me.” Scully nods without looking at him. Mulder gently taps her chin, puts two fingers under it, lifts her head. Her eyes are swimming with angry tears; she doesn’t want him to see her like this. Tough luck, Scully, he thinks, we’re partners. Even in this. 

“I will. I promise, Mulder.”

“Thank you.” He steals an Oreo and grins at her, his teeth decorated in brown cookie crumbs, making Scully laugh. “That’s what I like to see!"  

She giggles, offering him another Oreo. He eats it right out of her hand, his lips brushing her fingers. 

"Want me to stay with you tonight?” He asks, chewing slowly.

“Mulder, the menstrual cycle is not known to cause nightmares or night terrors. There is no reason for you to stay here.”

“I could be your heating pad, though.” Just to give her an idea, he puts his large hand on her stomach. She sighs, deeply, before she puts her own, tiny hand over his. It feels nice, warm. He wants to do this for her, it occurs to him. All the time. The moment ends; she takes his hand, takes it off her stomach.

“Maybe next month.” She pushes a Hershey’s Kiss against his lips, a small thank you, then into his hand. He gets it: leave me alone now, Mulder. But he’s going to remember it now. Back in his own room, he jots down a small x into his diary. Next month he’ll be prepared. And maybe, just, maybe, one day he’ll really get to be her heating pad.

Rose x Ten, post GitF-au/fixit; angst, fluff, romance, more angst, and possibly some smut later, but this part (and all parts on ff.net) is sfw (minor exception for brief language).

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Minuet, Part II

Part I | Part II | Part III

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.


Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.

Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.

“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”

“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”

Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”

At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”

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baby shower // h.s.

Originally posted by lovertee

a/n: okay this is the first one shot i’ve ever written so please bare with me. i tried to make it cute and stuff but i think i got sidetracked so i’m sorry. some constructive criticism would be highly appreciated! enjoy! -a. 

You and Harry had been dating for a while, almost five years, and you were head over heels for him. He was, for lack of a better and less cheesy word, your soulmate. His family loved you and your family loved him, so when your older sister invited the two of you to her baby shower Harry was ecstatic. It was a very well known fact that Harry adored kids, and parties with your family always had kids running around. Your cousins and extended family just did not stop having kids.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I request an imagine with McCree where his future s/o (crush) is really sweet and oblivious, and after failing to get it across to her that he likes her, he just settles for enjoying her company for the time being? Maybe they're just sitting around outside or something and enjoying the sunshine? Like the OW crew is having a picnic or something? Btw, I'm so glad to see another ow x reader blog! You seem really nice and I can't wait to read more of your stuff! ^.^

For Now

Originally posted by tevruden

Something soft, I hope. 

Next up is Lucio or Junkrat. 

Requests are open here

It had originally been Mei’s idea.

A nice outing to enjoy the luxurious nature that surrounded the old Gibraltar base. It was just a small get together with the crew as each of them took time off from constant missons. Chatter and laughter filled the brisk air as members began to appear, loitering around together for the festivities.

McCree watched as you ran back and forth, a warm smile gracing his features. On one side you assisted Mei in setting up the food and on the other Winston in setting up the tables and blankets. You hair is messy and you frantically adhered to both of their requests, trying to do all the jobs at once.

Jesse chuckles a bit while shaking his head before making his way towards you. He jogs the way, the flaps of his sandals kicking back sand at his calves. The look on concentration and dedication as you carried around what was asked of you. In its own right, and maybe slightly out of context, he found it very attractive. He shakes those thoughts out of his head. Returning his gaze to you, he notes how even with a sweaty face, you are as much as eye candy as ever.

McCree frowns to himself knowing how hard he’s fallen for you.

Sweet, caring and oh-so-oblivious you.

“Oh hey, Jesse!” You smile, pulling the cowboy out of his thoughts. “Waiting for the horseshoe toss to start up?” He laughs, reaching for the table you carry with one hand and a large container of food with the other.

He shakes his head, “Nah, just wanted to help ya out.”

You protest as he grabs then effortless from your hands. “No, no! Take a break and enjoy the festivities!” You step in his way, hands raised to take back the objects but he declines with a light step around you.

“Can’t really do that when the person I wanna enjoy them with is busy.” He says matter-of-factly from over his shoulder. The cowboy makes his way towards area where the tables and food are designated under a few umbrellas. You trail closely, helping him set us as soon as you reach the lounging area. The umbrella does nothing to shield you as the sun bears down and you squint to look around, confused as to who he means.

“Oh? Who is it?”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “Don’t you go and worry ‘bout it, Sunshine.” He places the table down, setting it up with ease before placing the food on it.


You’re cut short when he places his hat on your head. “For the sun.” He explains tossing you a wink. There’s a sudden heat to your face as you laugh it off. He was always one for being silly with you.

It sure is hot today.

“Thanks Jesse.” You smile at him as you adjust the hat up top your head before striking an exaggerated pose. “How does it look?”

He lets out a mighty laugh, content to see you in his infamous hat looking godly in the sunlight. However, before he can answer you hear Mei call out your name asking for your assistance once more.

Jesse’s face falls a bit brokenheartedly but assures you when you turn to apologize. “Go,” He motions. “If you need any help you know where to find me.” You smile, placing a hand on his shoulder before setting off to see what needs to be done.

It’s much later in the evening that you are told everything is set and you’re finally free to wander around. You lift Jesse’s hat of your head to wipe your brow. A sense of happiness and relief that everyone seems to be having fun and your help isn’t needed anymore. Immediately you set out to find McCree. Though, it doesn’t take you long having spotted him and Genji who seem to be in a conversation with the doctor about something trivial.

“Okay, Doc give it to me straight.” The cowboy says with a serious tone. “My arm is way cooler than Genji.” The cyborg breaks out into laughter as the doctor sighs. You smile at the group as you make your approach.

“I’m good to start having fun.” You announce with enthusiasm. The trio smile before McCree lifts himself on his feet to excuse the both of you.

“I expect an answer, Angie.” He says dusting off sand from his shorts. The doctor shakes her head looking at you.

“Please take him.” She says playfully. “He’s been so fussy.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” McCree shurgs, turning his attention to you. “Come on now, I got something I wanna show ya.” He motions for your hand, taking it in his large one. He pulls you along while you have a curt goodbye to the doctor and the ninja at her side. Both returning it with look of amusement on their faces.

Jeese walks you past the intended area for the Overwatch day out and over a bed of rocks. Reminding you at every stepping stone to be careful and cautious lest you fall. You giggle at his fretfulness knowing his good intention.

“You look real good today by the way.” He compliments, the sound of crashing waves filling up the quiet while you walk.

“Really?” You feign a pondering expression. “I think it’s the hat.”

He laughs, “Nice to see you finally relaxin’”

“It’s been a day.” You remark, watching him take a seat on the blanket laid out.  He motions you to join him and you do so shortly after. You note there’s a basket by his side as he pulls out a cool beer out for himself.

There’s a warmth in your chest as you come to realize he’s prepared somewhat of a panic for the two of you. However, it is soon replaced by a cold sensation on your arm. You yelp when Jesse wiggles a bottle of water in your field of vision for you to take.

“Jesse!” You yelp, taking it none to gently. Uncapping it the instant it’s in your hands. The sun has yet to set and but you can already smell the cook out being brought made by Torbjörn and Reinhardt.

“Sorry, thought it be funny.” McCree chuckles moving to sit close to you. His shoulder touching yours and the metal of his arm grazing your side.“Mind if i?” He motions to your shoulder and you shake your head.

“Go ahead.” He moves to lean his head on your shoulder. His hair ticking the skin of your shoulder and back while you both admire the calm of the landscape. Not so far in the distance you can hear the cheerful laughter of Lena and a few of the others as well as splashing. You can only imagine what kind of fuss they will get themselves into.

“Thanks for helping me today, Jesse.” You mutter, resting your head on his. His hair is soft, you note, and tickling your skin as it moves with the breeze. “You always seem to help me out so often.”

He pats your back gently, rubbing circles with pads of his fingers. “Cause I care about you, Sunshine.” There’s a bit of a pause before he adds. “A lot actually.”

His heart is thumping, he feels your silence is thick within the air unsure if he’s crossed a boundary. Though, you are left flushed and confused. You don’t know how to reply but your body has eased notably into the man who holds you. His arm has snaked to the other side of you without you noticing. You smile.  The contact is nice as it is affectionate. You had liked that he was always affectionate.

“Yeah, you’re a really good friend.”

McCree decides not to correct you. Having his most of his flirtations never ignored but gone unanswered. He knows it’s possible you don’t like him as much as he likes you but for the meantime, for now, he settles for your company and the simple affection you give him. For the unending love and support you prove him and the strong friendship you share no matter the circumstance. You’ve always had his back be it as a friend or not. It shouldn’t matter what title there was between you.

Another day, he reassures himself with a relaxed smile. I’ll tell them another day.

For now, he concludes with his head on your shoulder, sitting by your side while watching the waves, enjoying the sunshine and your presence is enough for him.

realize o2 [namjoon & you]

Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

part one , part three

Originally posted by toomuchjams

part one

After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

“W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

“Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

“Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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A Path for Two

A fanfiction for Gency Week (yes, I am a whole week and 2 days late). This is for the prompts Couple, Healing, and Protect.

Action. Romance.

Everyone did it differently. Everyone took it at their own pace. Some a little at a time and some not at all. For Genji, falling in love with Angela had been a long process. One which he did not realize was happening until it already happened.

He was never one to be tip-toeing about the topic of dating and asking someone out. At least not in his younger days at the very least. But it was arguable that perhaps he had never really been in love with everyone before Angela. To him, she was much too different from any other woman for him to even think about using the same technique as he did with others.

She was an elegant doctor who worked with confidence and without rest, one with so much selflessness that he couldn’t possibly think about trying to influence. After all, how could he make someone like her confess her feelings to him? She was much too considerate and too sweet to put him in such a situation. Or well, that was what he thought anyway.

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Only You

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You and Castiels friendship becomes complicated.

Warnings: Angst, character death

A/N: This kind of hurt to write. I was listening to “Only You” by Selena Gomez (not my usual style, but whatevs) after watching 13 Reasons Why and this oneshot just kind of happened. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.


Castiel smiled as he watched you giggle and the story Sam was telling about the first time he and Dean hustled pool.

Your smile, your laugh, your entire being made Castiels heart flutter. He had been aware of the idea of love for his entire existence, but this was the first time he really felt it. Too bad he was an angel and angels were never supposed to fall in love.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there!! I love your blog a lot. I'm really shy to come off anon so I'll ask here - if you're doing imagines, could I have one where 2Ds significant other wakes up in the hospital after an accident and she has a hard time remembering who he is? Thank you again and please keep sharing your talents with us ❤️

Hello there! Thanks so much, gah when people say nice things I just melt.❤️ ❤️ ❤️

No need to be shy! But it’s okay to remain on anon! Most of my requests are from anons :) 

and THIS PROMPT. MY HEART. GAH STAB ME IN THE CHEST WHY DONT YA. Writing this broke me. Like it isn’t that sad I’m just sensitive af xD I hope you’re happy with yourself .

Angst and fluff ahead! 

“There she is… jus layin there. She hasn’t woke up for days isn’ there anythin else you lot can do but just uselessly wait ?!” exclaims a frustrated blue haired, black eyed man to an attending doctor, a group of residents and interns doing their morning rounds.

2D has been a mess for the past week, he doesn’t know how to handle himself, he’s had temper tantrums and breakdowns and he’s been unable to sleep just in case she has another seizure or wakes up.

The love of his life used to be so energetic and loveable. She’d always be there for him in the midst of his debilitating migraines and anxiety attacks. She’d always reassure him, she took care of him. She’d keep him sane. And now he’s sitting by her side after a bastard hit and runner hit her car, pushing her into a bed of ice which flipped the car. She head hit the wheel very hard, splitting it open, and when the car flipped the seat belt bruised her chest and she had stopped breathing until paramedics resuscitated her.

“I’m sorry sir, the only thing we can do now is wait for her to wake up. She hit her head pretty hard, however the swelling in her brain has reduced by almo-”

“Yeh, 80 percent you’ve told me already. Sod off, will ya?” He irritably glares at the doctors, waving them all off.

The band sits in the corner of the room, worried for their friends, looking at  the blue haired mess with his back to them, leaning forward into his chair, hunched over and grabbing his hair with his hands.”

“Heya D, why don’t we head home. You’ve been here for 5 days… You need some sleep, a shower and a change of clothes.” Russel insists for the third time today.

“Go if you’d like.” 2D mutters with his back still towards them.

“C’mon Dents, you don’t want the lass to wake up from yer stench do ya?” Murdoc jokes, placing a hand on 2D’s shoulder which is shrugged off and he quickly turns around to look the band in their faces before he snaps at them

“Why don’t you all just leave if you don’t want to be here!” 2D explodes.

“Hey, that’s not what we’re saying… what you’re putting yourself through isn’t healthy…” Noodle pitches in.

Before the ticked off 2D can snap at the guitarist, a grumble sounds, coming from the hospital bed behind him. Frantically, he turns around and rushes to the bed, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tight. Noodle runs to find a doctor.

“Wha was that, love?” he asks on the verge of tears.

“They’re right-” She says with a raspy, strained voice. “From what that guy said, you’ve been here for a while…” She looks at Russel and smiles at him, clearing her throat.

“That guy? You mean, you don’t know who he is?” Stu says, worried.

Oh yeah, um, what happened? And who are you guys? Thanks for staying by my side bu-”

The doctors rush and one takes out his flashlight, without a word he flashes it in her eyes, demanding her to look certain directions. Another doctor starts messing with her legs, asking if she can feel the pen he runs up and down her feet. The band is all but shoved to the side while the doctors hover around her asking questions before she snaps.

I’ll answer all these questions AFTER you tell me what happened! PLEASE.

2D comes forward telling her about the accident, he’s crying as he does so, wiping away tears and clutching her hand to his chest, kissing it softly.

“I’m your boyfriend, 2D. This is Noodle, Russel, and Murdoc. They’re your friends and my band mates.”

“My…boyfriend?” She looks up at him. “2…Dee?”

The doctor begins to ask her some questions about her past and she seems to remember the schools she went to, the names of her parents and other memories from her childhood.

It seems like she has a case of amnesia. Now, this could have been caused by either the accident or it could be drug induced. If she suffers from amnesia due to the anesthesia from the surgery she may regain her memory in at least a couple of days, at most: a couple of weeks. If it’s from the accident there is no telling if she’ll regain her memory or how long it will take.” With that the doctors filed out of the room, and the band members left with a goodbye from Noodle: “We’ll leave you two alone…Call us if you need anything!”

“Yeh, call her if ya need anything!” Murdoc chimes. He pats 2D on the back and kissed his bruised, hospitalized friend on the forehead before leaving. Russel does the same, and Noodle offers help once again before actually leaving


“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you… “ She looks at her hand in his, the one he pulled to his chest. She looks as if she’s about to cry.

2D wipes away his own tears and starts to encourage her “No! No, love don’t be sorry! It’s not your fault… I’m just crying because I was so worried. I’m so happy you’re okay. I don’t know how I would live without ya, love. You really scared me. I bet you’ll regain your memory in no time at all.”

She looks down, in shock that someone, even her own boyfriend would care about her this much. The mess of a man in front of her was crying for her and barely left her side this whole time and she wasn’t sure how to feel. Guilty? Happy? Loved? Unworthy?

“What if… I never regain my memories?” She takes her hand back and covers her face, beginning to cry.

“Don’t cry, love, please don’t cry. If you don’t then you don’t! Then we’ll create more memories together. You and the band, we can create more. We love you no matter what. I love you no matter what.”

He leans his head on her shoulder which lays on the hospital bed. She moves a hand to rest on his head, running her fingers through his hair.

“So, what do you do in this band?”

2D looks up to see her forced smile. Somewhat happy that she’s trying to be positive, heartbroken that she feels the need to hide her true feelings from him. The lump in his throat starts to form again. Before tears threaten to spill over he clears his throat and responds: “I’m the singer.”

“Did I like your band?”  Her eyes brightened up and she shifted, moving away from him to lean on the opposite side of the bed, patting the vacant spot. He climbed into the bed, taking the covers and pulling them up to their waists.

“You were a fan when we met you…We met at a meet and greet, you and the band I mean. And all you asked us for was a hug.” He chuckled. “Your friend mentioned something to Russel about how much our music meant to you two, how hard you’ve had it since you were unemployed at the time and how you scraped up the last of your money just to be able to see us live. When Murdoc heard that he offered you a job with us as our sound tech. You spazzed in front of everyone when Murdoc asked if you wanted the job. It was quite adorable.” She looks at 2D in wonder as he tells her the story of how they met.

“W-what was my favorite song?” She asks shyly.

“Ah you loved Melancholy Hill. You know, you used to ask me to sing for you all the time? You’d love when I sang you to sleep.” 2D remembers, smiling a big toothless smile at her reaction to his revelation.

“Sing for me?” She asks him with big curious eyes. “Please?”

2D takes a shaky breath and wraps an arm around her. She doesn’t know how to react to his intimate move, so she just stood still. As he sang, he began to sway, rocking her slightly. She became more comfortable as the song progressed.

“Up on Melancholy Hill there’s a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream
Where you can’t get what you want but you can get me
So let’s set out to sea
Cause you are my medicine when you’re close to me
When you’re close to me…”

She leans her head on 2D’s  chest as he sings, her head rising and falling with his breath. She wraps an arm around him and begins to hug him tight as he sings. She closes her eyes as tears start to spill over.

“So call in the submarines ‘round the world we’ll go
Does anybody know
If we’re looking out on the day of another dream?
If you can’t get what you want then come with me
Up on Melancholy Hill
Sits the manatee
Just looking out for the day
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me”

She looks up with teary eyes and butterflies which makes her stomach do tiny flips. She hasn’t known this odd looking blue haired, black eyed man for long since she woke up without her memory, but she knows she loves him, she feels that she can trust him with everything. She knows that she had to have been crazy about him because this just feels right. Hugging him, being with him feels so natural. “Thank you, Stu.” she whispers. 

“Wha- didja jus call me, love?” He says with a big smile. “I never told you my name was Stuart.” He says as he pulls her closer, hugging her tight with one arm as his other hand is entwined with hers. 

A Thousand Years

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Words: 2083

Dedicated to: Vika, because you’re the main source of all the angsty headcanons and you brought that on yourself with all the sad music you’ve given me. Always here to brighten your evening. 

A/N: inspired at midnight by Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years. I’ve definitely listened too much to this song, but it’s so atmospheric I just can’t help myself, not really. This one is kind of angsty, I guess? Read while listening to the song for the best impact. Sorry for shitty formatting and possible typos, it’s like 3 am over here. The idea just struck me down and I’m trying to drag everyone with me, senpai being the first in line. I’m going to make a full-sized fic out of this once, or even a series. But for now, enjoy!

Oikawa puts the disk into the DVDs with a robotic movement, his hands shaking nevertheless. He turns the program on, quickly clicking the necessary settings. His fingers feel cold and numb, his chest empty, as if his heart was ripped out of it, leaving a huge hole, not meant to be mended.

Am I really going to do this?

He knows that he is, he doesn’t have any choice. Oikawa’s mind refuses to acknowledge it, though. Denies the fact that the disk is already in the player, that the program is about to open and the video is about to load, headphones on his head. It can’t be, and yet it is. His heart misses a beat, as if mocking him cruelly.

Who would’ve thought it’d end up this way, huh? 

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anonymous asked:

I'm so upset by what happened during Game 3 that I cannot think of anything other than the hit and how Sid should feel. Could you write something cute about how Geno takes care of Sid after Game 3?

Hey Anon, thanks for your patience, I know this took a while. This is…sort of maybe following your prompt?

standing right there next to you

Zhenya isn’t sure what possessed him to follow Sid home. He’s seen Sid hurt before. He’s seen him spit blood and teeth onto the ice.  He’s seen him walk down the tunnel limping. He’s seen him on his knees in front of a toilet, puking his guts out due to post concussion syndrome.

It’s just…something about tonight has snapped the last frayed nerve Zhenya has in regard to watching Sid get hurt. He’d skated over, stomach heavy and sick, as the trainers had gotten Sid up because he couldn’t get up on his own at first. And he’d felt an impotent rage rise up in himself. He’s no stranger to rage, to anger, to the desire to make an entire team pay for the cruelty they mete out on Sid, night after night after night. Just because the of how beautifully and perfectly he plays.  

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Moving On ( Joe Sugg )

The room was filled with silence. No one really knew what to say. It had all happened so quickly.
Joe didn’t know what to do. One minute, 
Y/N was by his side, helping him plan the next prank on Caspar, then the next minute, she was laying in a coffin surrounded by her closest friends.
The doctors said they did everything that they could, but the medicine she had taken was too much, her heart had shut down, along with the rest of her vital organs.
He should’ve seen the signs, he hated himself for it now, it was all so clear. If only he had paid more attention, he could’ve saved her.
Jack and Conor stood over to the side of the room, tears flowing down his cheeks onto Conor’s shaking shoulders. The Maynard brothers had taken it the hardest, who had known Y/N since birth. It had really taken a toll on them.
Her parents sat beside the brothers, Y/N’s baby sister sitting in her mother’s lap. Lizzie is what they called her, Y/N had only met her once before, when she was first born.
“I promise to take care of you Liz, I’m gonna be your big sister.” She had said, letting the child grip onto her finger.
That wasn’t the case, it seemed.
Joe sighed, slumping back in his chair. He couldn’t cry anymore, he was drained. He had spent the first week after her death crying, beating himself up over not being able to save her.
“She wouldn’t want you to be sad, Joe…” Zoë had said when he refused to eat or sleep after her death.
He turned to face Zoë, her makeup running from the silent tears the fell down her face.
“Why her?” He asked quietly, his voice scratchy and raw. Zoë let out a heavy sigh, patting at her eyes with her sleeve.
“I don’t know Joe…” She replied, taking in a sharp breath. Joe nodded, casting his gaze downwards.
He closed his eyes, the sight of Y/N’s body laying there on the hard tile floor, an empty pill bottle in her hand was still fresh in his mind.
After the doctors told him the news, he had fainted. When he woke, he prayed to whatever God that would listen that it was just a dream, that she wasn’t really dead.
It wasn’t a dream.
He cried that night. He screamed and cried and broke whatever he could that night. He screamed until his vocal cords burned in pain and he cried until his eyes stung and he couldn’t stay awake longer.
He began to drown his sorrows in alcohol, and he was never a heavy drinker before that incident. He didn’t upload or record videos. He was drained of life.
He didn’t want to live anymore.
What he regretted most though, was that he never said he loved her.
He had been planning a grand way to ask her out, something horrendously romantic, he was gonna ask her out the day she…the day she did it.
“Why?” He whispered out. To who, he didn’t know. What he meant by it, he also didn’t know.
Why did she have to leave him so soon?
Why did she want to leave?
Why did she kill herself?
He stood up and went towards the coffin, where she laid, her eyes closed, never to open again. He had to say one last goodbye.
“Y/N…..I miss you so much…I….why? Why did you leave….? I…I love you….I…i just needed to say that….” He felt pathetic, talking to the corpse. She couldn’t hear him, she wasn’t going to reply.
He sat back down beside Zöe, who looked at him with pity in her eyes.
“Please don’t cry Joe….she wouldn’t have wanted you to cry over her.” He brought his hand up to his eye to wipe away the tears.
Huh, he hadn’t noticed he was crying.
He hadn’t attended the funeral, he couldn’t. It would mean he would have to come to terms with the fact that she’s dead, and isn’t gonna come back. He couldn’t do that.
Instead he sat at home, wondering around like a zombie, his mind blurry.
Probably from the alcohol, he thought bitterly. He stumbled back into the kitchen area, grabbing a bottle of gin. He barely noticed the stinging sensation as it flowed through his throat. He drank the rest of the bottle, before slamming onto the table. Shards of broken glass flew out and hit him, forming gashes along his arms.
Whatever, he thought. They’ll heal.

He was aware this was slowly killing him. The next month was torture. Zoë and the boys came around often to make sure he was eating and still functioning. He was, but barely.
Zoë noticed the heavy bags under his eyes, proving he hadn’t slept in awhile.
“Joe?” She asked one day when she was over, watching as he lazily looked up at her, as if it took all of his strength to do that simple movement.
“When was the last time you slept?” She asked worriedly, now that she really looked, he looked absolutely exhausted.
“6 days ago…? Oh wait..no….maybe two weeks ago? I don’t know…” His voice was deep and raw, Zoë gasped.
“Joe! Oh my gosh! You need to get some rest! That’s not healthy!” She pleaded, grabbing his hand. She recoiled in horror, his hands were freezing and bony, like he had no meat to his figure at all. Her brother had always been skinny, but never this skinny. The was deathly skinny.
“Why should it matter? I have not a reason to live…” He whispered, for his voice could not handle much more.
“Yes you do Joe! Please…sleep for me…? I’ll prepare something to eat, just please try and rest….” Zoë whispered, stroking her younger brother’s cheek. It was so hallow.
She dreaded asking the question but she did.
“When was the last time you ate anything?”
He looked at her and sighed, running his bony fingers through his greasy hair.
“Last time Jack and Conor came over….” He muttered, refusing to make clear eye contact.
Zoë counted in her head, that was 3 weeks ago.
“Oh my gosh, Joe! You could die! I’m going to make some soup then I’m taking you to the hospital, this can’t go on.” Joe shook his head vigorously.
“No Zoë, I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the doctors, I’m fine.” He insisted, gasping at the pain as he sat up quickly. His stomach ached horribly. Maybe he was hungry.
“Well will you try and eat something if I make it?” She asked, placing her hand on his thigh.
He nodded his head and laid down, sighing. He was thankful for Zoë, especially with how big of a mess he was at the moment.
He had eaten, the soup warming his insides pleasantly. Zoë had watched him eat, her mind busy.
Was Joe gonna be okay without her by his side? Was he gonna eat or sleep?
“Excuse me, Joe…I’ll be right back….”
She ran towards the bathroom and sat down on the floor, pulling out her phone.
“Yeah?” Alfie’s voice was soothing for her.
“Um…I’m gonna be staying here with Joe for a little while. He’s not doing too great.”
“Is he okay?!” Alfie sounded worried as he asked about his friend.
“Yeah, at least I hope so. He just…he hasn’t eaten in about 3 weeks. I made him eat some soup, but I’m worried about him. I’m gonna stay here for a few more days to try and settle him down.” She replied, running her fingers through his hair.
“Okay, well…Do what you think is right….and Zo? Please tell Joe to keep himself safe, for me.” Zoë nodded and hung up, taking in a deep breath.
She walked back up the stairs and smiled as she saw Joe standing over the pot of boiling soup, ladling some more into his bowl.
“S-sorry…I was kinda still hungry….” He muttered, putting the lid back onto the bowl.
“It’s fine Joe! Have as much as you want!” She smiled, walking over to him. He gave her a small smile and begin to sip away at the soup. A peaceful silence fell over them until Zoë glanced at Joe, who had finished the bowl.
“Whoa! What’s gotten you so cheery? Jack told me you hadn’t finished a full thing of food since before…it happened…” Zoë looked shocked at her brother, who sighed.
“I just….Y/N wouldn’t want me to suffer over her forever. It’s time for me to move on. I still love her with all my heart…But I must move on.”
Zoë smiled at her brother, engulfing him in a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re saying that.”
“I’m gonna try and move on. For her.”

theonewhotravelsintime  asked:

Hi. I have read most of your stories but I'm definitely catching up with them. love them. Do you have the links to your various story links please and thanks :)

Thank you, my dear :) I’m sorry to respond kinda late to this, but I figured that it would take me a while to write a reply to this, so I saved it for later… well, later became very late, but here it is. I don’t really know what you mean by “catching up” and what the last story was you’ve read, but here’s what I’ve done in past year:

Whouffaldi Longfics:

The Parenting Adventure: With a heavy heart the Doctor has decided to move on. He has left Clara after the events on Gallifrey and is ready for a new adventure – when suddenly a girl appears in his TARDIS. Elsie is starting to fade because Clara should be pregnant with their daughter but isn’t and Elsie has come back from the future to fix it and bring her stubborn parents together. A plan that sounds a lot easier than it actually is because they are running out of time. Post Hell Bent.

All Inclusive: When his sister Missy convinces him to go on a cruise the Doctor has no idea that she is sending him on a party & singles cruise, determined to find him a match. It’s even more of a surprise to him when he wakes up the morning after a party and realizes he is married to the annoying woman who vomited on his shoes on the first evening. But all will be well and the marriage can be annulled back on land – as long as he and Clara don’t consummate it. 

Heart of Steel: David Oswald is dead, killed by his enemies. The Doctor, his right hand man, sets out to find his daughter Clara to protect her from the same fate but once she realizes just what kind of business her father was in she is dead set on having her revenge. The Doctor is torn between protecting her from her father’s enemies and giving her everything she wants because the little girl he once knew is now a strong willed and beautiful woman. Mafia AU.

Roses in Winter: It’s 1946 and the Doctor, the best private detective there is, receives a call from a young gentleman. Danny, who has just returned from war, came home to find his fiancé Edith has disappeared and he offers the Doctor a great sum to find her. The first thing the Doctor finds out about the vanished girl: her name is actually Clara and her story is more than fascinating. The longer he follows her the bigger his dilemma grows: give in to his feelings or help Danny reunite with Clara?

Matters of the Heart: After her boyfriend’s death Clara Oswald takes comfort in the fact that a part of him still lives on and she seeks out the man who carries her loved one’s heart inside him. John Smith would like nothing more than to resume his life like it was before the surgery, but he struggles to adjust and somehow he finds he has a soft spot for the woman who lost the man that saved his life. Will John find it in him to change or is Clara still not ready to let go and accept that just because they share a heart, it doesn’t mean that they are the same? Regeneration AU.

Third Time’s A Charm: The first time he met her, she was undoubtedly too young for him. The second time he was her professor and she was his student, dating some silly guy with a bow tie. Now she is back, teaching at the same university, and the Doctor is determined not to let this opportunity slip away. However, Clara is now engaged to a maths teacher.

Pseudonymously: John Smith knows two things for sure: 1. He definitely has a crush on his secretive editor who publishes his erotic novels and 2. Clara Oswald, the woman who keeps refusing his science fiction stories, is a stupid cow. Clara Oswald is certain of two things: 1. She would do about anything for a night with the Doctor and 2. that John Smith, who keeps begging her to publish his sci-fi novels, is a rude arse. But what happens when they find out who the other is?

Lost & Found: Clara and John Smith have everything they could possibly want: each other’s love, a nice house, jobs and wonderful plans for their future together. Until Clara receives a call that is going to change everything and she finds her life derailing between a husband who doesn’t remember her, a troubling twin sister and more new complications. Memory Loss AU.

On The Road To Nowhere: When a strange man with a guitar stumbles into her diner one night, Clara Oswald has no idea that her life is about to take a wild turn. John Smith is running from something, but so is she and together they embark on a journey that they swear will lead them nowhere. No getting attached, no talking about the past, just two lost souls living for the moment. But the past has a way of catching up… Rockstar!AU, Diner!AU, Road Trip!AU.

Whouffaldi OneShots, OneShot Collections:

Communicate: The TARDIS translation circuit is broken. The Doctor doesn’t speak English. But there are three words that the two of them still understand perfectly despite their communication failure.

Don’t Marry Someone Else Before Me: ‘I had a huge crush on my babysitter as a kid and I found him on Facebook and wrote him ‘Remember how hard it was to get me to bed as a child? Well, not any longer ;)’ - Whouffaldi AU. Humour.

Further Parenting Adventures: Set after “The Parenting Adventure”. Snippets of the family life of the Doctor, Clara and Elsie in OneShots.

The Furry Companion: Clara adopts a stray cat, yet the Doctor isn’t exactly excited about the idea of bringing a pet into the TARDIS.

Other Doctor Who, contains hints of Whouffaldi:

Time Clash: With Jack the Ripper on the loose in the streets of modern London and more and more historical figures emerging from out of nowhere, the Doctor has to accept the help of a young girl named Ruby to prevent the world from sinking into chaos. Yet when he is faced with a temptation almost too great to resist it is up to Ruby to prove her worth. Set immediately after Hell Bent. Alternative S10. Part 1/12.


The Intern: Clara had wanted this government internship badly, however when she finds her boss, Malcolm Tucker, not only rude but also very disrespectful towards her it drives her to the brink of giving up. Until she decides to accept the challenge. When Malcolm finally shows her the respect she deserves they eventually find themselves in an emotional mess that could threaten his career. Malcolm/Clara.


Complicated: "Relationships are only as complicated as you make them", he repeated softly and somehow it was enough for her to understand that they could do this and get away with it.“ The story of a reunion, a convention in America, an accidental nap in a shared bed, a jet lag and a bad decision.

All Good Things: One year and six months have passed since Jenna’s departure from Doctor Who and despite new jobs and new boyfriends and more opportunities than she can count, Jenna doesn’t feel happy. As she already begins to think that she is going crazy, she receives news from Peter that she would never have expected.

The Tunnel Incident (Oneshot): Peter and Jenna got stuck in a tunnel on their way to the read-through, yet he doesn’t understand why everyone is laughing about this excuse.

Changing Hearts (still in progress): When Peter returns to London after having finished Doctor Who, he wants nothing more than to spend time with his family. However, he soon finds that they have been keeping secrets from him. Confused, disappointed and heading straight towards a midlife crisis, he moves in with Jenna in the spur of the moment. But the trouble has only just begun.

So, I don’t know how far you’ve read but this is what I’ve written since last summer :) Hope it helps.

ofstormsandwolves  asked:

Prompt: 9/Rose, lazy day on the TARDIS

Enjoy!! It was so fun to write some fluffy Nine and Rose again.



How to be Lazy

“Mornin’, Rose! Been waiting for you to get up for hours. You’d sleep the day away, you lot. I wanted to take you to this fantastic planet in the Gerflion System with–”

Rose walks up to the Doctor and places a single finger over his lips. “Nope! Not today,” she announces, before stepping back to plop down on the jump seat.

“Whaddya mean, ‘not today’?” the Doctor asks with a healthy amount of indignation.

Smirking, Rose answers. “I’m tired, Doctor. Don’t you ever need a day off from saving the universe? Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I really do. But don’t you ever feel like lounging around in your jimjams while watching trashy telly and eating ice cream out of a carton?”

An utterly baffled Doctor stares back at her. “A day off? Jimjams?” He flounders a moment longer before focusing his gaze on Rose. “You’re not dressed.”

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O has to go to a specialist doctor because she's been in pain and she's scared about it.
  • No computer = no gifs I'm sorrryy. I hope you still like it and I wish the anon who requested this the best! Enjoyy💜💜
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  • Kim Seokjin/Jin:
  • At first he'd think you're just tired and having a random pain, nothing special. It changed when you told you him you'd been in pain for quite some time now and needed to go to a doctor.
  • Jin: Why didn't you tell me? I could've taken care of you.
  • You: I didn't want to worry you, you're busy-
  • Jin: and you think you're health isn't important?
  • Jin: Let me take care of you when you need it. I love you, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?
  • Jin: Let's set up an appointment with the doctor and see what's going on. Whatever happens I'll always take care of you, princess. –He hugs you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and his chin atop of your head–
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • He noticed you'd been in pain for a bit but decided you'd be okay the next day or something but when he saw it wasn't he asked you if you were okay or if you needed a doctor.
  • You: I'm scared, what if I'm not okay? It's been like this for so long and I'm worried I'll be very sick.
  • Yoongi: You don't know anything right now, Y/n. Calm down. Wait till we hear a doctor alright?
  • You: I can't. It's..
  • Yoongi: Baby, Just breathe. Everything will be okay whether you're sick or not. I'll be there, I'll be there to help you and support you.
  • You: Thank you so much, What would I do without you?
  • Yoongi: Panic. -He smiles a little and wraps one arm around your shoulders-
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • He'd be extremely, overly worried about your health. He'd cut off any doubt you had about being okay because he couldn't handle the fact of you may be extremely sick.
  • You: Hoseok, please listen. We have to consider what could be wrong with me.
  • Hobi: No, I refuse. I refuse to listen.
  • You: You're so childish.
  • Hobi: I am. I will be. I want to hear it from the doctor if you're well or not, okay? Understand that I can't handle knowing that you might seriously be unhealthy when I want to believe that you'll be just fine. Just fine.
  • You: Hobi.. I'm so sorry.
  • Hobi: I'm sorry too. Let's not talk about this. Let's watch Disney, sound fine kitten?
  • Hobi: Maybe it'll make you relax and forget some of this for a little.
  • Hobi: I hope you know I want the best for you. I love you and you'll be okay. You'll be fine, it'll just be something small. Believe that.
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • You guys told eachother everything. There was hardly any secrets between you guys. So you told him what was going on and he listened carefully.
  • RM: First thing I want you to know is don't be scared. We don't know anything about what's happening and we can't just make assumptions.
  • You: But there's so many what ifs..
  • RM: Stop, those are the reason you get scared. They are just what ifs.
  • You: There could be something actually wrong with me.
  • RM: You don't know that nor do I. First let's get this checked out. You might just be in pain and need medicine simple as that. You might be extremely sick and need more care but you'll get better and we'll work together.
  • You: and if I'm not able to get better?
  • RM: Stop it, Y/n. We. Don't. Know. Yet. And I hope that's not the case. Let's look at this situation neutrally. Alright?
  • You: Alright?
  • RM: Don't be too scared. I'll be there with you, honey.
  • Park Jimin:
  • Once he knows he'd be making sure to talk to you, to ask you how you are and wait till your doctors appointment.
  • You: Do you think there's something wrong with me?
  • Jimin: No
  • You: Are you sure?
  • Jimin: Yes
  • You: I could be-
  • Jimin: Y/n stop. Please just be quiet, stop thinking these things. You'll be fine. You have to be fine.
  • You: Are you okay?
  • Jimin: I'm afraid. I don't want you to.. I don't want to lose you like this. I want to do so many things with you and I don't want our time shortened. So please, please stop.
  • You: I'm sorry.
  • Jimin: I know you're scared too. Just express your fear differently. I'll comfort you however I can, gorgeous.
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • As he figures out this information he takes care of you every second he can. Super worried but tries not to show it because he wants you to feel safe.
  • You: Taehyung calm down. You don't have to do all this for me.
  • Tae: Aren't you in pain?
  • You: Yes but I feel like you need rest too.
  • Tae: No, I don't. I want to take care of you so let me. Until that appointment comes I'm caring for you.
  • You: What do you think is wrong with me?
  • Tae: I hope there's nothing wrong. I want you to be healthy.
  • You: and if I'm not healthy?
  • Tae: I'll still love and care for you, beautiful. But I believe you'll be fine. You will be okay, nothing will be wrong, and we'll be happy as always.
  • You: Come cuddle with me.
  • Tae: -He gladly agrees and you guys stay in a blanket cuddling and him caring for you hoping you'll be alright-
  • Jeon Jungkook:
  • He'd listen seriously to your explanation, that you have been in pain for awhile now and need a doctors appointment. You even told him how you were scared of what was going to happen.
  • JK: We really don't know anything until we go to that appointment. Let's not worry too much until we have information.
  • You: Are you sure?
  • JK: Yes, I'll care for you until then. You'll be just fine Y/n. I'll kiss it better.
  • You: You're so cheesy.
  • JK: Did I make you smile though? You'll have the golden maknae power to heal you and give you luck.
  • You: You're so cute.
  • JK: I'm not you are. You're an adorable Y/n who will be okay. You will be safe and healthy with me, alright doll?

bkst-tutu1b  asked:

For the 4\3rd rond drabble challenge: 16, 20 or 27 please? I'm immensely enjoying your ficlet feast! Have you considered of opening an account at Patreon or the likes? It's my guess that more than a couple want to thank you for your fluffy cracked up Sherlolly.

This one is just a disconnected little vignette that could fit in a few different universes.

“Stop questioning my life choices.”/ “When’s the last time you smiled?”/ “Sometimes I just don’t want to exist.”

“For the love of God, would you just take a case already?  Or, I mean, at least put clothes on.”

“I have clothes on.”

“A blanket doesn’t count as clothes, even if it’s fashioned into a toga.  You look like the world’s most fabulous caveman,” Molly said, flicking the corner of the hot pink tiger-stripe blanket as she took the spot next to him on the sofa.

“I’m wearing pants,” Sherlock argued.

“Oh my, what’s the occasion?”

“I always wear pants in your flat.”

“No you really don’t.”

“Well, not to sleep. Sleeping naked is better for health, you’re a doctor, you should know this.”

“I went to actual medical school, I didn’t get my degree from Cosmo, thank you.”

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Family (Pack Mom 6) | Derek Hale Imagine (ft. Liam Dunbar)

request ; it was hella long but i will be including everything in it, so to sum it all up, part six is basically where y/n goes into labor, and it’s super fucking cute. 

word count ; 1688

warnings ; labor?? having babies?? i’m gonna apologize in advance, i know nothing about what contractions feel like. only that they’re painful. i had to look it up lmfao.

a/n ; i feel like maybe this could be the concluding part to this series? i’m not sure, i feel like it would be right to end it here. i really do love this series, and i’d be more than happy to continue it, but i wouldn’t really mind if it ended here. thank you all for your support and wonderful comments. i love you. xx 


The pack meeting was running smoothly so far, Derek sitting behind you and rubbing your aching back comfortingly. You were already five days over your due date, yet the baby you were currently carrying didn’t even seem to want to come out. You were constantly asking Derek to check on the baby’s heartbeat, to reassure yourself that everything was fine, and that your little one was just being a bit difficult. 

Scott, noticing your discomfort, stopped talking and patted your shoulder. “Hang in there, Y/N. The baby will come when they went to, I’m sure they’ll be here in a day or two,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze and smiling. You smiled back, but you were still fed up with being pregnant. 

“Thank you, Scott, I know it won’t be that long now. But seriously, I want this baby out. I’m tired and uncomfortable and I have to pee literally all the time, and I want my baby -” Your rant cut off abruptly, your hand flying to your stomach as your eyes grew wide. 

“Babe? Babe, what’s wrong?” Derek asked urgently, kneeling in front of you with a worried expression on his face. You took a deep breath, letting Derek help you up from the couch as you continued breathing in and out, trying to ignore the searing pain now building up. There was a wet spot on the couch where you had been sitting when your water broke. 

“The baby,” you replied, “the baby is coming. Like, right now,” you told him, letting out a choked cry of pain, making Liam’s head snap up. He stood quickly, nearly lunging for you before Stiles yanked him back. 

“Let go!” Liam exclaimed, trying to make his way over to you. He could hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest, he could smell your anxiety, and he knew you were in pain. He just didn’t know why. He grabbed Stiles’ shirt, tugging the sleeve urgently, distress in his eyes. “What’s wrong with Y/N? What’s wrong with the baby? Why is she in pain?” 

Nobody answered him, they were all too busy crowding around you hurriedly. Lydia was searching the loft frantically for your hospital bag, throwing it into Derek’s outstretched hands when she was located it triumphantly. Scott held your hand tightly, focusing on taking your immense pain away while Malia and Kira helped you slip into your shoes. Stiles was busy holding a terrified Liam back; the boy was confused and mostly upset for you. 

“I-I don’t understand, what’s happening? Will someone just tell me what’s going on with Y/N?” His voice rose, his tone edging on hysteria as he watched Derek gently lead you toward the door while you clutched your stomach and continued panting. Stiles finally let Liam go, and he immediately rushed over to you, looking scared. 

“Aw, Liam, baby, I’m fine. I promise.” You told him, smiling weakly up at your other baby, your first baby, doing your best to soothe his unease. “I’m having the baby, that’s all. I’m gonna be fine, okay?” You made to walk past Derek, down to your car. 

Derek, noticing how Liam reluctantly stepped aside to let you pass, said, “Why don’t you come with us to hospital? So you can make sure that she isn’t in any pain. You and Scott know how to take away pain, I don’t, and I need to make sure that I can keep my eyes on the road. Plus, I know she’d want you to be there.” Liam nodded eagerly, already feeling a little calmer now that he was following you out to the car, sitting in the back seat and clutching your hand tightly. He didn’t even mind that you were probably breaking every bone in his hand right now, he was taking your pain away, and that was what mattered. 

You turned around in your seat, your forehead shining with sweat, though your pain had significantly lessened. Liam gave you a reassuring smile. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you murmured. He shot you another smile in return, grateful that he was there to help you, just as you had always helped him. 

Liam frowned deeply as he heard you let out another loud, agonizing cry of pain. His hands were shaking slightly, his foot tapping impatiently against the white floor tiles of Beacon Hills Memorial. He glanced over at Derek, who had his hands clasped tightly together and was in deep concentration. Liam didn’t even have to ask to know that Derek was listening to everything that was going on inside of your hospital room. Neither of them were allowed inside, despite their protests and complaints. 

They were waiting for nearly two hours by the time the noise coming from inside your room stopped, replaced with the sound of a baby crying loudly and the affectionate coos of congratulations from the nurses and doctors gathered in your room. Melissa McCall was the first out of the room, followed by a few other doctors. She looked around at the pack, all assembled in the tiny hospital room, and beamed at the all. Derek breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that both you and the baby were alright, and safe, and healthy. 

“Immediate family only for right now, guys. Y/N needs to rest for a little bit,” she explained as Derek stood up from the chair, a nervous smile appearing on his face as he went to open the door. Liam sighed, slumping in his seat. He’d have to wait until tomorrow to see you. Derek turned around, raising his eyebrows at Liam. 

“Aren’t you coming?” Derek asked, looking genuinely confused as to why Liam wasn’t following him into the room. Liam grinned, standing up and nodding. Before they both entered the room, a different doctor stopped them. 

“He’s immediate family?” The doctor asked, gesturing to Liam, who was immediately offended. Derek slung an arm around Liam’s shoulders. 

“Yeah, my adopted son. And I’m sure his tired mother in there,” Derek pointed to your door, “would be very pleased to know that you aren’t letting her son see her.” Liam had always been sure that Derek was simply tolerant of him, that he was only accepting of Liam because he was Scott’s beta, and because you loved Liam like he was your own. But no, Derek really did care for the kid, and he had come to regard him as a son as soon as Liam started to look up to you both as parents. 

When they entered the room, the first thing they noticed was the pure love and happiness shining brightly in your eyes as you gazed down at the bundle in your arms. And then they noticed that you were crying a little as you stared down at your baby with pure awe. You glanced up at them, smiling even wider. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Derek said quietly, unable to stop the smile that was growing on his face. He walked over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed. You sat up straighter, offering the tiny baby to him. Derek Hale’s tough facade completely melted away when he took his little baby girl out of your arms and held her tightly, adoration clear on is face. “Look at her, she’s so beautiful already,” he whispered to you, not taking his eyes off his baby girl. He was crying a little bit, too. 

“I know, I know, I love her so much,” you mumbled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You blinked away more happy tears, noticing that you were missing a member of your family. “Where’s Li? Is he alright?” You looked over Derek’s shoulder, motioning for Liam to come forward. He had been standing shyly at the doorway, not wanting to interrupt a private moment. “What’re you doing over there, sweetie? Come over here and meet your little sister,” you told him, watching as he nervously made his way over to you, sitting next to you on the hospital bed and peering down at the tiny baby in Derek’s arms.

“Do you want to hold her?” Derek asked Liam, offering the baby to her big brother. Liam took her carefully, and you showed him the correct way to hold her so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable or get hurt. 

“She’s really cute,” Liam said, using one finger to gently stoke her tiny cheek. Her eyes would open and close every so often, and she made little noises under her breath as she slept, and Liam absolutely adored his new baby sister. “What’s her name?” He wondered, gently rocking her in his arms when she began to stir. You held you arms out, and Liam gave her back to you. 

“I was thinking Laura, after your sister, Der,” you said, shifting the baby in your arms so that you could grab his hand. Derek nodded gratefully, pushing back some of your hair. 

“I think Laura is perfect,” he replied, wiping his own eyes on his sleeve and wrapping his arms around you and the baby. “Hey, get in the family group hug, kid,” he told Liam, moving over to give Liam some well-deserved room on the small hospital bed as well. Liam hugged you first, then Derek, and then he leaned down and placed a tiny kiss on little Laura’s head. “I love you guys. I know I don’t say it very often, but I do. You’re my family, all of you.” 

He looked pointedly at Liam, whom he knew didn’t always feel like he truly fit in with you and Derek and baby Laura. But Liam was a part of your family, and he had been even before moving in with you, even before accidentally calling you his mom. He loved you guys, and he was always going to be immensely grateful that you had given him motherly affection and love and provided him a home where he truly felt safe. 

Maybe he wasn’t your blood, not like Laura was, but you loved both your babies just like a mother should. So did Derek. And that was what mattered.