Peter Capaldi being an absolute cinnamon roll and thanking each individual person involved with his happy birthday video! (x)
Thank you to everybody in the world who was kind enough to think about me and send me best wishes on my birthday! Unfortunately, I can’t get around everybody, and say thank you personally because otherwise there’d be no time left to make Doctor Who, which is what we’re in the middle of doing at the moment. But in the meantime…
The constant movie mentions throughout Empress of Mars was cute with the Doctor not seeing them since he’s, as he quoted, ‘a very busy man’. But then finding he likes to watch Disney animated features? Awesome! :D
The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much.
It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect.
But the Doctor was scared of it.
“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.
You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”
That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered.
A/N: I honest to God have no idea what this is. This article came across my newsfeed and my brain did that thing (every writer in this fandom knows what I mean) and with enabling from one @xpumpkindumplingx, this came about even though I haven’t updated TMTC since October (still working on that, btw). Again, no idea what this is. It is teacher/student so if that’s not your jam feel free to give it a hard pass. The events that happen would not happy in real life but… fiction, right? Many thanks to @spartanguard for looking over this for me!
Rated: T FFNET| AO3 (will post when AO3 decides to bloody cooperate)
Killian Jones had seen many excuses for late assignments in his short teaching career but the one currently sitting in his inbox was by far the most extensive he had ever seen.
Killian Jones had seen many excuses for late assignments in his short teaching career.
A death in the family (a viable one, of course, except that one student whose grandmother died eight times in one semester) or the fact they were in a family member’s wedding and completely forgot about the assignment, even though every assignment he gave was on the course syllabus his students received on the first day of class. There was the one where they thought it was due another week (again, his course syllabus had the dates for all assignments) and the trickster excuse that it was showing in their sent email but not his inbox - like he was the seventy-year-old Mrs. Lucas who didn’t know how e-mail worked. Sickness of some sort was another one, although he doubted the one student had really had walking pneumonia but been able to drink his fellow classmates under the table that same night at the football game. His personal favorites were the dog had eaten their ten-page research essay and a tv show had left them emotionally compromised. He watched Doctor Who as well and while he could sympathize with their pain after the Doomsday episode, it still wasn’t a practical excuse.
But the one currently sitting in his inbox was by far the most extensive he had ever seen.
If John Constantine is stuck in America for too long he likes too watch Doctor Who alone. He likes to hear the familiar accents and locations. Also the Doctor runs away and lets his companions down too
64 “I need 347 Oreos right now, or else we’re all going to die”
A/N- this one was a challenge but I think I got it down!;)
You were raiding the kitchen cabinets looking for something to eat, it was the time of the month where mother nature bestowed her gift descended from hell to you, your brothers were aware of this and tried to stay clear of you, sure they were there to supply cuddles and warmth when you needed it but they knew not to be around you when your mood was going haywire.
“Y/N, what’re you doing?” Sam asked from behind you, you turned around and saw both of your brothers stood in the doorway of the kitchen, “I’m trying to look for the chocolate we have stashed away, where is it?” You asked whilst opening the cupboard door, rummaging through the other food, closing it your turned back to your brothers who were still stood in the doorway, Sam looked at you and shrugged whereas Dean was looking around the room avoiding all eye contact.
You narrowed your eyes and took a step forward, “Dean” You called getting your brothers attention, his eyes snapped towards you and he sent you an innocent smile, “do you know where the chocolate stash has gone?” You asked, he shook his head “nope” he answered quickly, you and Sam looked at each other, “are you sure, Dean?” You asked taking another step forward so you were right in front of him.
He let out a sigh, “I forgot that the chocolate was for, uh, this time of the month… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he admitted, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, Sam and Dean glanced at each other before turning back to you, “Y/N? You okay?” Sam asked but you didn’t reply, Sam and Dean looked at each other again before looking back to you, “look, kid I’m sorry! Can you yell, scream, say something! Anything! This silence is kinda scaring me…” Dean trailed off, you opened your eyes “I need 347 Oreos right now, or else we’re all going to die” You demanded with a monotone voice, your brothers raised their eyebrows in confusion, “that amount? Exactly?” Sam asked, you rolled your eyes and pushed past them, “no, I mean a lot… I need a lot of oreos” you replied turning the corner, you stopped and peaked a head around the corner, “please?” You asked, Sam and Dean sent you a small smile, “sure thing, Y/N/N” Dean replied, he fished his keys from his pocket, “Sam, you stay here and I’ll get the oreos, be back in ten!” He called over his shoulder.
Sam turned to you, “can we watch Doctor Who whilst we wait for Dean?” You asked, he nodded and walked towards you, swinging an arm around your shoulder you walked to your room.
You brothers can be a pain in the ass, but you love them.
Tom sighs; grading papers wasn’t as easy; it was stressful.
Most of the students taking this course had little to no idea what they were
doing; it made him wonder exactly why they picked it in the first place. All except
her, Y/N L/N his brightest student, whom has great knowledge on
history. And he must say that she’s earned her A.
“Alright,” Tom says, leaning against the front of his desk,
legs crossed at the ankles, surveying his class. “First off, I am very disappointed. I thought you lot would’ve taken this paper
seriously, after I put my heart out to teach you this, and you give me nothing
but failure in return.”
From where Y/n sat, she could see the disappointment in his
eyes as he spoke. His blue eyes shift across the class until they landed on
her, lingering for a moment before he turns to the table behind him. “You’ll
receive these at the end of the class.” He motions to the stack of papers, “In
the meantime, open your books, we start a new chapter today.”
When the class came to an end, most of the students had left, the professor giving out the
papers, the students either muttering their apologies or taking them with a
shrug. “I must say you never cease to amaze me Miss L/n, top of the class as
usual,” He smiles his brilliant smile, handing her the paper, ignoring the
sweet chill that ran down his spine when her fingers brushed his, the girl smiles back, “Well, someone has to take this seriously professor,” Y/n lets her eyes wonder, watching the sun glow against his chestnut hair, his
blue green eyes, to the stubble on his face. Tom clears his throat, awkwardly
looking away from the young woman, who as of late, had been consuming is every
thought. Especially the way her eyes would light up when he’d start
teaching; she’d answer every question he threw, even if she didn’t know the
answer. “And I’m glad someone does, Now
you should get to class – who’s class do you have now?” he raises his eyebrows,
she blinks, pulling herself from the inappropriate thoughts swarming her mind,
making her cheeks go red. “Uh…. Oh um…Mr. Hemsworth,”
“Well you better get going, knowing him, the goon isn’t
going to wait up,” He says, showing her to the door. The two share a last
smile, before she leaves. When he closes the door, he leans his head against it,
clearing his thoughts.
“What am I going to do? Chris she’s a student and yet I have
feelings for her that I shouldn’t,” Tom runs his hand through his hair, his
free hand holding his phone to his ear. He crosses the street, making his way
to the one café that’s opened late on a Tuesday, hell bent on a cup of their
strongest coffee. “Now Tom, there are some things that happens for reasons we
know not. Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something,”
“Yes, it’s telling me that I need coffee and I have that I
need to get home and watch the new episodes of Doctor who and Sherlock,” he
says, listening to his best friends’ sigh through the receiver. “Don’t drown
this out, talk to her—’’
“–And tell her what? I have some stupid school boy crush on
her and the mere thought of her is driving me insane?”
“Well whatever works.”
He pushes open the door
of the café, only for it to hit someone. “–Oh God, I’m sorry,” he says, quickly
going over to the female who was holding her nose and stream of muffled swears
coming from her mouth. “Chris I’ll call you back,” he hangs up, not giving the
male time to answer. Tom places his hand on the girl’s shoulder, recognition
flashing in her eyes as she looks up. “Professor….” She blinks, moving her hand
from face, unaware of the blood coming from her nose. Tom leads her to the
counter, repeatedly muttering his apologizes, “No… It’s fine, I wasn’t paying
attention,” she motions to phone clutched in her left hand. He shakes his head,
“Do you have a first aid kit?” his eyes shift to the green eyed girl behind the
counter, staring at the blood on Y/n’s hand an dripping from her chin. “Don’t
listen to him, I’m fine.” She grabs a napkin, putting it under her nose; the
white was quickly consumed by the crimson. She turns around, making a zip to
After washing her hands and face, and holding her head back,
she meets Mr. Hiddleston standing outside the door, with the most apologetic
look she’s ever seen; kind of like a puppy after you’ve kicked it. “I’m fine professor, really, I stopped the bleeding.” She
adjusts her black maxi dress, walking past him to a table, sitting while he
walks to the counter to order the coffee. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes
wonder over to her, watching as her dress slide up her thighs, revealing more
of the black stockings she was wearing. Oh what he would do right now to rip
that thing off and do what he likes. He takes the coffee to the table, resting
the cup in front of her, she, raising a dark eyebrow. Tom chuckles, “I owe you,
for hitting you in the face and all—again I’m so sorry,”
“You said that about fifty times, and like those fifty times
I’ll say it’s fine,” she smiles, waving him off, Tom finds his eyes wandering
down her neck, his mouth was suddenly dry as he looks over her s/c skin. Her h/c hair that she usually wears down was up and away from her face; in a perfect
messy bun. She raises her cup to her full pink lips; Tom forces his eyes upward as Y/n
begins talking. “So you come around here often Professor?” she asks, taking
another sip of the black coffee, smiling at the man. Alex was actually
impressed that she kept her cool and had not stuttered and blushed like an
idiot. “Ah, yes. It’s usually where I clear my head, teaching isn’t as dandy as
“And here I thought becoming a teacher was
gonna be fun,” she jokes, the both of them sharing a laugh, “It’s not that bad
you know Y/n, it’s actually quite fun on most days,”
“I’m sure it is professor—’’
Tom please, I get enough of that on campus.”
Y/n smiles over her mug, “I like the formalities, that word
holds a lot of respect you know. Have you ever noticed that I never called any
other teachers that?” She’s right, she’s never called another teacher
‘Professor’ it was always Mrs. or Mr.
Y/n watches the muscles in his jaw
clench as he stared at her, she smiles, causing him to as well. They talk for a while after, even forgetting
their coffee, only realizing it went cold when Y/n took a sip and made a face.
Though Y/n couldn’t stop the thoughts that ran through her head when her crush
was sitting right in front of her, she had to keep telling herself that he was
a teacher, her teacher who teaches History and by far the hottest guy at her collage. But liking her teacher could get
her and him in serious trouble, one him losing his job, she wouldn’t risk his
bread and butter, she isn’t selfish. She sighs disappointingly, looking at her
now empty cup, “Are you alright?” Tom asks looking at her worriedly, hoping he hadn’t said something stupid. “Yeah,
I’m fine, great actually. But I gotta get going; I have a lot of work to cover
tonight,” she says getting up from her chair. Pushing it in, smiling at
him, “Thanks for the coffee Professor, I enjoyed your company.” With
that, she leaves Tom, sitting staring at his cup of half-drunk coffee,
wondering why he didn’t tell her. Maybe the universe is mocking him for not
taking Chris’ advice, ‘there’s always tomorrow’ Chris would say.