i miss this TARDIS so much

When you’re so obsessed with something like a book or TV show and you love and ship the characters and you love the cast and you know so much about them. Then that feeling when you realise you’re slipping away from the fandom, when you loose interest even though you don’t want to, that feeling after a few months or years looking back in the fandom and missing it because the cast/characters were like your friends and the fandom was amazing and everything about it was great and just wow, you miss it so much.

Imagine waking up on Christmas morning to a call from your parents saying they had a break in, and that they had managed to handcuff the intruder at gunpoint (something that was legal where you live) and that the police were on their way. You quickly drive over to check on them, only to find a very flustered Doctor handcuffed on the dining room chair. He gets incredibly happy to see you, and reveals that the TARDIS had accidentally given him your old address instead of your current one.

“Oh hello!”
“Doc?! What are you doing here?”
“Well I was trying to surprise you for Christmas but… wrong house I suppose.”
“Yeah- you supposed correctly!”
(Parental Unit #1) “You know him?!”
“Yes, unfortunately. This giddy idiot is the Doctor.”



Requested by multiple flubbles

The “Imagine getting used to Eleven after years of traveling with Ten” imagine sparked such a positive reaction that I even got requests to rewrite the fic for other regenerations - specifically, Eleven to Twelve. I have half a mind to write the Four to Five regeneration because I think that would be really interesting, but that all depends on how this one suit you all, I suppose.

There were a number of times that you had been unbelievably grateful that the Doctor taught you how to fly the TARDIS. Un-bel-iev-ab-ly grateful. You were about ninety-six percent sure that no one in the universe had ever been as grateful as you for the skill of driving. (And yeah, sure, you weren’t all that good, but you could soundly blame that on the fact that your teacher had barely passed the flight exam himself, so looking at it that way you were well on your way to surpassing the Doctor’s TARDIS-driving abilities.)

But never had you been as grateful as you were when the Doctor forgot how to drive the bloomin’ TARDIS.

You didn’t know what could have happened if you didn’t know how to fly the TARDIS. Perhaps you would have been fine, but alternatively, you could have landed in the Cretaceous Period and gotten eaten by a dinosaur. So-so. But you pulled the one move that you had practiced to the point of being even better at it than the Doctor: You maneuvered the TARDIS into the Time Vortex and put her in neutral.

That was five hours ago.

The Doctor was… different, definitely different. Older, which you didn’t mind, except that was going to throw you all the way back to when people thought that the Ninth was your father. Only they would mistake Twelve for your grandfather. Well… sure, you could pass him off as your father, you supposed, but you didn’t want to. Kissing Nine in public had gotten you plenty of dirty looks. Kissing this one… Um, did they still burn people at the stake, or..?

He’s gonna hate this, you thought.

He hadn’t gotten a look at himself yet. He’d pitched a bit of a senseless fit while you were driving the TARDIS (during which you had gathered that he didn’t remember who he was, or who you were, for that matter), but as soon as you got him into his bed, he had zonked out. This had left you with plenty of time to see… well, him. He was old. Wrinkled, grey, hollowed at the cheeks and paunch at his middle. After the chiseled muscle of Nine and the sinuous strength of Ten and the lean youth of Eleven, you somehow doubted that the Doctor would be pleased with this body. You couldn’t say that you minded it yourself (distinguished, your brain called him, mature), but the Doctor had such fickle self-esteem issues.

“You’re going to be okay,” you whispered, leaning over give the Doctor a kiss on his forehead. His permanently-angry eyebrows twitched, but he was otherwise still. You sighed and rolled over onto your side so that you could watch him without propping yourself up on your elbows. The TARDIS dimmed the bedroom lights to about thirty percent.

You thought about going to sleep. You hadn’t slept for awhile and you were exhausted. The TARDIS was keeping tea warm for when the Doctor woke up, so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. He didn’t look strong enough to do anything harm, not even himself, and certainly not with regeneration sickness keeping him woozy for the next… oh, ten hours or so. The worst thing that could possibly happen at this point was him rolling over and falling out of bed.

Worse things have happened. You snuggled under the covers and reached out to grab his hand. The metal of his ring was reassuringly firm on his feeble bones, and you thanked Gallifrey for inventing rings that changed with regeneration.

Just as you were about to doze off, your phone rang.

Ignore it.



Excellent point, but still can’t.

You groaned scrambling to find where your phone had fallen in the folds of the red down comforter that covered your bed. It jingled insistently with some tune that the Tenth Doctor had customized so many years ago that you didn’t have the heart to change. You finally found it and hit the green accept button with far more aggression than necessary.

“Hello?” you rasped, voice thick with exhaustion and the clinging remnants of your almost-sleep.

“Hey. How’s my darling wife, eh? Sticking with me?”

The Eleventh Doctor’s voice jolted through you, squeezing your chest like a vice. You had done the regeneration thing enough times now that it didn’t really freak you out, not like the first time, but that didn’t mean that you had completely acclimated yourself to losing one part of the Doctor for another. You loved the Doctor, but you also loved Eleven just as Eleven, the same way you did all the other Doctors, even though you simultaneously loved them all as the same person. You hadn’t let yourself miss Eleven in the last five hours, not really, but hearing his voice made it all crash down on you.

“Yeah,” you croaked. Something in your chest cracked painfully.

You glanced down at the wedding ring that adorned your left hand. It glinted in the dim light, just like the Doctor’s.

“Sweetheart, I’m… How is everything?” The Doctor sounded a bit out of breath.

You looked over at the brand new Doctor and smiled faintly. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

“Oh, good. Good. I can feel it… coming. Regeneration. This is gonna be a big one, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carded your fingers through the new Doctor’s salt-and-pepper curls. He shifted, pushing his head into your touch. "It’ll turn out alright, though.“

"How is he- how am I doing?”

“Got a bit of amnesia,” you informed him, trying to keep your tone light. “You’re asleep now.”

“Am I handsome? Got t'be handsome for my beautiful wife.”

You were too tired to giggle, but your body made an admirable effort. “I think you’re handsome.”

“Oi! Bet that means I’m weird-looking.”

“You’ve always been weird-looking, dear,” you said blandly. The Doctor’s wrinkled old hand reached out shakily, searching, and you scooted yourself closer so that he could snake his arm around your middle.

Hey!” Eleven whined childishly.

You smiled. Your eyes watered, stinging. You felt the new Doctor shifting against you, his breaths beginning to come in upset little hiccups. He was waking up.

“Time’s up,” you whispered. You heard the Doctor’s breath hitch on the other end of the line.

“No,” he said, panicking. “No, no, not yet, I need- just another minute, please, I-”

“Can’t,” you said, roughly wiping away your tears with your sleeve. Twelve whimpered, pressing himself against you, clinging, as if he could sense his previous body’s distress. Maybe he could. “Can’t talk forever or we’ll never let go.”

You heard Eleven make a broken sound. “I love you!”

“I love you too.” There were so many things to say but you couldn’t, and everything hurt so badly. Why did it hurt so much, every time? Why did every inch of you ache with loneliness, missing him so desperately, even though you knew he will right next to you. "I’m here. I’m not leaving, I promise, Doctor. I’m here. I’m here.“

There was a sound that ran along the line, a sound you had never heard any living being make before, a sound like a soul crying out-

The TARDIS broke the connection.

You stifled a sob, angrily tossing your phone onto the nightstand next to your side of the bed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to get easier, not… not this.

The Doctor jerked, struggling through a few more breaths that weren’t coming clearly in his new lungs, and then he opened his eyes. You cringed at their paleness, their familiarity even though you had never seen them before. He locked eyes with you, and oh, those eyes. Sad, confused, frightened, blatantly showing off that hurt part of him that hadn’t been there before; that part that came with Eleven’s goodbye. You did your best to smile, pressing your hand against his soft cheek. He leaned into your touch, gaze steady.

"I’m still here, Doctor.”


This past weekend I went to Wizard World Chicago with several friends.  We had passes to get an autograph from John Barrowman and to also see his panel. He’s such an amazing guy.  He really enjoys doing Cons and interacting with his fans. His panel was a blast. He wore a Dr. Who Tardis romper and heels when he came out. He’s funny, interesting and really caring. He spoke out on trans issues, sang and shared some personal stories. Great fun. The last pic I snapped from his autograph line, he was up on a chair adjusting his sign.  Nice butt. He actually mooned the Catherine Tate line that was next to us but I missed the shot! These pics aren’t great, I wish they had turned out better. He moved around so much most were blurry. I wanted to take a selfie with him instead of paying for the professional pic, but they even charge for a selfie and I was flat broke.

what she says: I’m okay

what she means: I miss Nine but I wish I had more content and material to mourn and miss him properly nine was a beauty and i miss him so much but there’s this gap in my heart that hurts cuz it doesn’t get why I’m mourning so much about such a short period of time with a person…. nine nine nine nine nine I miss nine

The note

Word count: 1781

(D/N) = Daughter’s name (Little spoiler there)

You had gotten home late that night, almost midnight. Work had always been a pain since… Let’s just say he said five minutes. A gap like that didn’t exactly keep your job, and finding a new one was bad enough. But when the new one got you home ten minutes before midnight? Horrible. Sometimes you wished he would come back to you. Your wonderful Doctor. But he never came. And you’d never quite figured out why he’d left you.

You sighed tiredly, rubbing at your eyes as you closed the door to your flat and dropped your keys on the table beside it. You quickly locked and bolted the door before heading to the kitchen. You had been working for a long time and your shift started late tomorrow, so you may as well eat before you went to bed. You flicked on the lights and pursued the cupboards to find nothing much. It was when you turned to the fridge you found the note. It had been written on one of your notebooks with one of your pens and the torn out page was stuck to the fridge with a magnet. Your eyes widened, immediately recognising the neat handwriting. You tried your best to remain calm, removing the magnet and placing back on the fridge as you began to read, sitting down on a kitchen chair.


I know you haven’t seen me for a while, and I should’ve known this would have happened when I left. I hope you don’t mind, I took a look around your apartment. It’s a bit messier than last I saw you, never thought it possible if I’m honest, you were never the one to allow it. But it also looks very… you. And it also looks very much like you’ve gotten on with your life. I know you, and if you’ve managed such a thing, I dread to think how long I’ve been gone. I’m so sorry (Y/N). With both of my hearts I’m sorry. I never meant to leave you like that.

I came by to see you because, I’ll just admit, I’ve found I can barely function without you. I can’t believe it took leaving you to realise how much you’ve done for me. How many times you’ve saved my life almost at the cost of your own, how many times you’ve pulled me out of danger when even I was too stupid to live. And most of all how many times you’ve saved me from myself. Nothing feels right without you here and I’ve found myself talking only to realise there was no one to listen. I make jokes only to realise I won’t be repaid by your laughter.

I suppose you still wonder why I’ve left you behind. I must admit, it’s the same reason I came back. It’s because of something I have never told you and never planned to. Because I know it wouldn’t work, but also because I was scared. (Y/N), it’s time you knew. I love you. I have loved you ever since I remember hearing you laugh for the first time down at your favourite café. (Even though I told you the next month that I’d never seen you before) And I can’t imagine ever not loving you. I was scared to tell you if maybe you didn’t love me back. Simply put (Y/N), I was too afraid you’d break my heart. Or hearts. You know what I mean.

I realised now, what would be the difference if you didn’t love me back if I told you now. Not much I’m afraid. I’d go back to travelling alone, talking to someone who wasn’t there and wishing I could hear you laugh just one more time. I might even pop by to watch your life unfold, as, I will admit, I’ve already done before. So I have one last simple request. If you love me back, come to the TARDIS, and we will go back to travelling. Time and space, just like the good old days. The Old Girl misses you. If, however, you find you don’t… reciprocate these feelings. Simply don’t. Leave me and my TARDIS and keep going with your own life. You can pretend I never came back, or even that you never met me in the first place. I will wait in our usual meeting place until midnight. I really hope to see you there.

Love, of course,

Your mad man and his box.

You blinked back tears as you finished the letter before looking down at your watch. You gasped. Three minutes to midnight. You stood quickly, running for the door with no thoughts on how loud you were being at midnight. Letter clutched in your hand, you unlocked the door as fast as you could, barely remembering to shut it behind you as you ran for the stairs, being the quicker route.  You ran fasten than you ever had in your life, faster than any time you had run with the Doctor, as you ran to him. You burst from the doors of the estate and didn’t hesitate to continue to the park.

Your usual meeting place.

You rounded the corner and there it was. Under that tree where you had first officially met. The TARDIS lights glowed in the dark of the night and you kept running. You ignored the burn in your legs as you pushed yourself even harder. You were still so far away when you heard the sound you had been dreaming of all your life, and it hit you like a bullet. He was leaving. With a final push, you kept on running as you heard the engines start up. You had been expecting to fall on grass when you reached it. You closed your eyes as you held out your hands for the final few paces. You didn’t expect the metal grating beneath you and you grunted as the air rushed out of you.

You heard the doors close behind you but hadn’t yet opened your eyes, still somehow afraid it was some trick of your imagination and that you’d be faced with wet grass in an empty park. There was silence except for the blood pumping in your ears, the sound of your heart beat and your heavy breathing as you tried desperately to catch your breath. Then there were footsteps. Running footsteps and it was only a moment until there was a clang on the metal floor in front of you and hands were on your shoulders, trying to lift you up. You let them, keeping your eyes firmly closed as you rose to your knees, your breathing only just becoming controllable.


Your eyes snapped open at the voice and were met immediately with wide brown eyes in return. You let out a half-laugh half-sob that came out rather choked. The eyes were filled with concern as they moved over you, seemingly checking for any damage.

“(Y/N) are you alright?!” The panicked voice asked. You nodded feverishly. Your hands waved about seemingly on their own as you tried to convey you had something important to tell him. He grabbed your wrists suddenly, making you stop, and that’s when his eyes found the letter still clutched tightly in your hand. His mouth dropped open as he turned to you, eyes wide and hopeful. You took another couple gasping breaths before you spoke, making sure you’d be able to make it through the sentence.

“I love you too” Your voice almost seemed to drop off at the end but you knew he understood your breathy speech easily when he pulled you in for a tight hug, laughing in delight. You found yourself doing the same.

*********************************** 5 years later ***********************************

You smiled as the little boy in your arms opened his eyes, yawning silently.

“Good morning” You whispered.

“Is he awake?” The small voice reached your ears. You looked up, smile a little softer as you nodded.

“Come on over” You told your young daughter. The girl moved closer slowly, as if afraid she’d startle the baby boy. She leaned over the arm of the wooden rocking chair of the nursery, her face hovering over her baby brother’s.

“Good morning” She said softly. The baby cooed happily, reaching out a hand and the girl was more than happy to oblige, holding out her own for him to grasp. You smiled as you watched the two, the tiny fingers grasping best they could on to the hand not much bigger than their own. The girl looked up at you then.

“Have you shown it to him yet?” She asked excitedly. You laughed at her enthusiasm.

“No, not yet, although I doubt he’d understand at his age (D/N)”

“He doesn’t have to understand yet Mummy. He’ll know it’s special without needing to understand why. I always did” She told you sweetly. You smiled back at her and nodded.

“Alright then” You conceded. You stood, careful of the barely woken baby in your hands, following your young daughter to the closest sitting room. She bounded over to one corner in particular, climbing up on a chair to peek closer at the frame hanging on the wall.

“Can you read my favourite part?” The girl asked hopefully. You smiled down at her, remembering the same hopeful look in the same big brown eyes. Your eyes returned to the worn letter in the frame, down to the bottom of the page, the P.S you had not noticed in your rush to board the TARDIS.

Whatever your choice, I will continue to love you forever. Because you wormed your way into my hearts before I had the choice, and you will never leave now. If there’s one thing you should know, once you’re in the hearts of a Time Lord,”

“You can never be forgotten” The words were spoken from behind you, making both children and you smile as you recognised it.

“Daddy!” The girl cried, jumping off her chair to the man standing in the doorway. He picked up his little girl with a smiled and a hug before grinning at you. You smiled in return as you met in the middle of the room and exchanged a kiss before he leaned down to kiss the baby boy on the head.

“It’s my favourite part too” You told them both.

“And mine” The Doctor agreed. You returned to the corner beside the fireplace, all four of your little family embracing that notebook page and ink from your apartment. The words that made all of it possible. The words that, despite coming years after you’d met the man, had been the ones to really change your life forever.


Rating: General

Relationship: Ten x Rose

Summary: Rose needs the Doctor’s help to sleep, and the TARDIS gets involved.

Notes:  Hello lovelies! This bit of nothing was written in response to a @timepetalsprompts prompt that involved the Doctor singing Tom Lehrer’s Elements Song in the shower. Prompt here

It’s all fluff and there’s no real plot and I wrote it stupidly late, so….yeah. I hope you like it anyway!Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.

Also on A03.

Rose shifted for what seemed the hundredth time and sighed. It was obvious she wasn’t going to be getting any sleep tonight. No matter how many deep breaths she took or how many sheep she counted, she couldn’t sleep. She wished now that she’d taken the Doctor up on his offer of a little telepathic help, but she’d been so sure that the exhaustion of a four day trek through Molkania trying to escape the rebel King would send her straight to sleep that she’d declined.

So much for that.

Turning over yet again, she huffed in frustration. Right, that was it. Flinging back the covers she slid from the bed and marched out of the room in search of the Doctor, expecting he’d be in the library as he usually was, reading away as she slept.

Only he wasn’t.

She frowned at the empty room, irritation warring with exhaustion. Where was he, then? She knew he wouldn’t be in the console room, because he’d said the TARDIS needed a break from repairs, and they both knew he couldn’t spend more than a minute in the console room without fiddling with something. So where was he? She was so tired and all she needed was a little telepathic nudge from the Doctor to help her sleep, but she really didn’t feel like traipsing all over the TARDIS to find him.

Focusing intently, Rose pleaded with the TARDIS. “Help a girl out? I know you can do that telepathy stuff too. Just….I can’t sleep an’ I’m dyin’ here. Please?”

The TARDIS hummed soothingly and Rose sighed in relief as her bedroom door appeared.

“Thanks love, you’re the best.”

The TARDIS hummed affectionately and Rose patted the wall in thanks as she opened the door to her room…only to find she wasn’t in her room.

She was, in fact, in the Doctor’s room.

“What?” She rubbed at her eyes, staring at the Doctor’s banana-print bedspread. “What’d you bring me here for?”

The TARDIS hummed again and closed the door before removing it for good measure.

“Oh, you’re kiddin’ me!”

The timeship’s hum was smug, this time.

“Come on, don’t do this to me now,” she pleaded. “I’m dyin’ here. Just let me go back to my room and help me sleep. Please?”

The TARDIS hummed soothingly but the door didn’t reappear.

Rose sighed and gave in, flopping onto the bed.

Now what?

Just then, she heard the shower start in the next room and a familiar voice started singing at a hundred miles an hour.

“There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium…”

Rose rolled her eyes, recognising a few of the names from junior form science.

“And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium, and gold and protactinium and indium and gallium, and iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium.”

She snorted, curling up and snuggling into the closest pillow. Only the Doctor could sing about chemicals with such great enthusiasm, and judging by his volume, he was really enjoying himself. She turned her face into the pillow to stifle her giggles.

Surprisingly, however, as the song went on, her eyes began to feel quite heavy, no matter how she tried to keep them open, and the comforting scent of the Doctor on the pillows and sheets left her languid and utterly boneless.

“You were supposed to help me sleep in my room,” she muttered to the TARDIS, trying her best to stay awake.

By the time the Doctor got to ‘tungsten, tin and sodium,’ however, Rose was fast asleep.


The Doctor rubbed at his (very impressive) hair vigorously with a towel and hummed a few bars of Tom Lehrer’s Elaments Song. It was a brilliant composition, if not long out of date, and a good, rousing rendition was just what he needed after the very long few days he and Rose had had.

He frowned as he slipped into his jimjams. Rose had looked more than a little peaky, come to think of it- he’d have to look in on her and make sure she was sleeping alright. It had been a pretty grueling few days even by his standards, after all, so who knew what it had done to her utterly brilliant but oh, so fragile human self?

Flinging open the bathroom door, he decided he’d look in on her first thing before nipping off to the library for a few hours of quiet reading. However, he had taken no more than two steps into his room when he noticed a lump on his bed.

A Rose-shaped lump, to be precise.

And she was fast asleep.

He huffed, cocking an eyebrow at the ceiling, knowing full well who was responsible. “You know, out of all the ships, I chose to steal you. I’m sure the other models wouldn’t have been this meddlesome.”

The TARDIS chimed and if he didn’t know better he’d say she’d just blown a raspberry at him.

He rolled his eyes and strode to the bed, bending to lift Rose into his arms and carry her back to her own bed…only to change his mind and straighten up again. Sighing, he tugged at the covers and pulled them gently over her instead.

She looked so peaceful and she’d been so very tired that it would be a shame to wake her, he told himself. She was only human, after all. He’d leave her settled comfortably and go and have a nice read in the library, as he’d planned. However, turning towards the door, he noticed it was missing and sighed.

“Oh, come on! That’s a bit much, isn’t it? What if I want to read a book? You know I don’t sleep as often as humans do.”

The TARDIS said nothing and a small pile of books appeared on his bedside table. He sighed in resignation. “Fine.”

Rifling through the stack, he resolutely ignored Twenty-First Century Human Courting Rituals for Dummies and instead chose to re-read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Noticing that his armchair had mysteriously vanished, he rolled his eyes and settled into bed side Rose, careful not to disturb her. He glanced over as he opened the book, and smiled.

Rose was sleeping peacefully, a contented smile on her face.

Molto bene,” he said quietly. “Molto bene.”



Requested by @katiethemstie

I love multi-era Who, I really do. And this isn’t exactly multi-era, but it’s close enough to make me very happy.

“Who is this?” Nine looked between you and the Tenth Doctor, obviously upset. “What’s goin’ on, what are you doin’ with this pretty boy?”

You tried not to laugh. You really, really tried. You also failed.

“Yeah, I am a bit pretty!” Ten snapped at his previous body, looking quite put out with the situation. You couldn’t blame him. There had been a month-long ordeal of him being afraid that you would leave him after he regenerated, so seeing his ninth self had to be making him nervous. “And you know what? She likes it!”

The Ninth Doctor grimaced and turned his attention back to you. “Love, who is this? What’s he doin’ on the TARDIS? And what does ‘e mean, you like it?”

His voice had gotten smaller and smaller and more panicked as he spoke, and you winced. You recognized that tone. That was the sound of a Doctor with very hurt feelings. He hadn’t sounded like this since he thought you were leaving him. Memories of that disaster pushed you to take action, and you immediately ran up to give Nine a hug. His arms wrapped possessively around you as he glared at Ten.

“I missed you,” you said. You hadn’t realized quite how much you missed him, really. You had adjusted so well to the idea that Nine and Ten were the same person, and the Tenth Doctor had been so wonderful, that you had managed to not let yourself miss Nine too terribly. Now you realized that there was an ache in your heart that missed his daft old face. “I really did.”

Ten made a mildly upset sound in the back of his throat.

“What happened?” Nine asked. Ooh, he was angry. This could escalate into something violent if you didn’t do some damage control. “What happened to me, why am I not with you?”

“I am with her. I just regenerated,” said Ten, not giving you a chance to break the news gently.

A heavy silence descended on the TARDIS, and you felt the Doctor’s arms tighten their grip on you.

“You regen- oh.” Nine’s grip tightened even further, making you slightly uncomfortable. "Oh, no. No. You’ve got to be kiddin’ me. I regenerate into you?“

Ten wiggled his fingers in a mock-wave. "Ta.”

Nine pulled back so he could look you in the eye, incredulity painting his face. "And you stayed?“

Of course. "Yeah.”

Nine looked to Ten, and then back at you. “And you like this bloomin’ show pony?”

Were someone else asking the question, you could gush about Ten and how wonderful he was, but it was Nine who was asking and a love-sick gush-fest was not what Nine needed to hear at the moment, so you just shrugged. “He’s you, but with marginally less sass and really floofy hair. No complaints from me, though sometimes I do miss the sass, just a little.”

“And I don’t get mistaken for her father when I take her out,” Ten drawled, purposefully jabbing at a sore topic that had bothered Nine horribly over the years you traveled with him.

You gave Ten a harsh look. “That was unnecessary.”

She’s never had a problem with it,” Nine said, defending himself.

“Yeah, because she was afraid you would leave her if she said the wrong thing, because you never talked to her, you daft-”

“I said the important things!”

“The things that were important to you, not the things she needed to kno-”

“Oh, like that’s changed just because I regenerated-”

“Yes, that’s right, I can’t be any better than you, because you always thought you were so impressive!”

“I am so impressive!”

You sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of your nose. This wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Thankfully, it was a suitably entertaining way to pass the time. Entertaining enough to sell tickets to, honestly. Maybe the TARDIS could make popcorn. Ooh, you had to record this! Camera!

anonymous asked:

What are some of your headcanons for Eleven x Rose?

are you ready for this yo

- rose loves learning the new things about this body, like what kind of tea he likes, what his new tastes buds prefer, etc.

- she helps him choose his outfit this time around (she approved of the bow tie)

- she ties his bow tie for him, and straightens it throughout the day, it’s more of an excuse to be close to him

- he loves it when she does that for that very reason

- double dates with amy and rory!!! so many double dates

- they continue the tradition of visiting family for christmas with the ponds, sometimes inviting the smiths when they’re not on expeditions

- river and rose are bffs!! rose and river and amy and the tardis are bffs!!! my girls are so supportive of each other!!!

- the doctor and rose show a room now, also eleven is the little spoon dont fight me on this

- eleven thinks he’s the only one who can save the day, rose slams through the door and saves them all

- forehead kissing!!! dear god so much forehead kissing

- eleven tells rose his name, he doesn’t want to wait any longer, not after all the missed opportunities he’s had before

Originally posted by cherish--these--times

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Doppelgänger Chapter Six

olicity || explicit || humor & light angst || 9542 || more fics

summary: how does one react when their evil lookalike from another earth pops up and with their significant other? not well.
partner fic: bonnie & clyde
chapter word count: 1545
chapters: 6/?
a/n: i’m baaaaaaack and i’m going to be trying to post updates for this on mondays. today it’s early because i can’t do my homework until my stuff from last week is grades so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I feel like this situation just keeps on getting more complicated….. um enjoy? 

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“Oh you know just how I like it,” not Felicity purred loudly, “Put those hands just a little lower,” she drawled.

Oliver walked out of the elevator with his hands up. He hadn’t been touching her at all. Not since the previous night. There was a certain amount of guilt he felt, but what could he say? He wanted to be touched. He wanted to feel wanted. Oliver missed it as much as he missed Felicity. Just Felicity.

Not Felicity giggled and trailed him out of the elevator. The moment she spotted her husband, though, she was flying past him in a blur of black leather.

“Ack,” Felicity moved out of the way, so she wasn’t trampled by her doppelganger.

His own twin was leaning against the large table in the middle of the room. His arms went wide accepting his wife into them gratefully. She wrapped her legs around his waist and planned her lips on his.

“I missed you so much baby.”

“Did he take care of you at least,” he mumbled.

“Uh huh,” she scrapped her fingers across his scalp and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

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Evening Faculty Meeting
  • McGonagall: Sorry I'm late everyone.
  • McGonagall: The Gryffindors were having a party.
  • McGonagall: Naturally, the Weasley Twins set the common room on fire by accident.
  • McGonagall: Potter, Weasley and Granger were missing.
  • McGonagall: Miss Brown seemed to be having some sort of meltdown.
  • McGonagall: And I strongly suspect that someone had laced the butterbeer with amortentia.
  • McGonagall: thus my slight tardiness.
  • Sprout: That's quite all right Minerva, it can't be easy being the Gryffindor head of house.
  • Snape: *snorts derisively*
  • McGonagall: Oh, and I suppose your problems are SO much worse?
  • Snape: you literally have no idea.
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  • Meanwhile in the Slytherin common room.
  • Malfoy: so I've decided to become a famous rapper.
The woman who will be remembered

Title: The woman who will be remembered – Part 1

Characters: Nine, Ten, Reader, Rose, Jack

Pairing: (For now One-sided) Doctor x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: (emotional) hurt, rejection-ish, h/c but more hurt,

Summary: You fell for the Doctor but with Rose in the picture you feel like you’re not needed anymore. (Reader Insert for SEASON 1 & 2)

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You started traveling with the Doctor long before Rose. By the time the two of you met the blonde you were a pretty great team - ‘fantastic’ even, according to the Doctor himself. So you didn’t think too much about the new human in the TARDIS. Rose was fun, clever and a great friend - much nicer than the Adam guy that tagged along for a short time, she never gave you any reason to dislike her. Well, apart from the part where you felt the Doctor pulling away. Rose fascinated him and you saw the worry in his eyes whenever she wandered off. That as such wasn’t a reason to dislike Rose, you couldn’t blame her for the Doctor being the Doctor and caring about his companions. He wouldn’t be the man you secretly loved if he didn’t care.

But the one thing that changed everything was when the three of you met Captain Jack. This time it wasn’t just worry about Rose wandering off in WWII London, this time you saw the suspicion and jealousy when he looked at Jack and Rose. He was very subtle and the blonde woman never noticed as you did - if Jack caught on he never said anything - but it was plain as day light to you. The Doctor was in love with Rose.

From now on you saw it whenever you looked at the two of them. Right there. In your face.

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No Regrets

Summary: There are things the Reader hasn’t shared with Sam.

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas mentioned (Implied Destiel)

Word Count: 1776

Warnings: Some smut

A/N: This takes place after 12x 18. There could be a part 2 in the future.

Dean was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him staring off into space. You poured a cup for yourself. “ Care if I join you?” Dean bent his head forward and ran his hand through his hair.

“Sure. Yeah.” He took a sip of the coffee. He suddenly sat the cup down on the table. “I’m having a beer. You want one?”

“That’d be good. I could use a beer. The two of you drank in silence. Each of you had your own thoughts and regrets twisting through your brain.

Dean took a long pull from his bottle then put it down and started to talk. "I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Done what?”

Dean’s eyes met yours. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like that. That waitress took me right home with her. It was a stupid pick up line, and it worked.”

You sighed. “Dean, have you looked in the mirror? You could say anything, and it would work.”

Dean let out a breath of air. “Right. How I look. It’s always been about how I look and not much more than that.”

You gave him a half smile. “Looks like yours aren’t an everyday thing, Dean.”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N. I get that now. The sex just isn’t enough. I want more. I feel empty, just empty.” He got up to get another beer.

“Dean, do you know why you feel empty?” He pretended not to hear. “Dean, have you told Cas?”

“Told Cas what?”

“How you feel about him, Dean.”

He propped his forearms on the table and leaned over. Then, he looked you straight in the eye. “Have you told, Sam?”

“Told Sam…?”

“How you feel. I see things too.”

Your voice got soft and sounded far away. “There’s no point, Dean. I saw the way he looked at Eileen, the way they laughed together, the way he comforted her, held her.” You brushed a tear from your eye.

“That’s Sam, Y/N. He has that way about him, that look. He comforts everybody. It comes naturally to him, but there’s only one woman he really wants to hold. The laughing? That was just flirting. She flirted with him; he flirted back. It’s fun. Sam wants more than fun. You can give him that.

"I’ve been here, Dean. He doesn’t notice me. The lore books get more of his attention than I do.”

“Let me tell you something about Sammy, Y/N. Explaining what he’s doing, talking to you about the stuff that interests him is the way he shows he cares. He’s opening up to you.”

Dean’s hand was resting on his beer, and he got another far away look in his eyes. “I don’t know where Cas is or if he’s okay. What if I don’t see him again? There’s things I may never get to say to him. If I don’t, I’ll have to carry that with me always. Talk to Sam.” He to up and walked out leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You found your courage and found Sam in the library. He had a book open in front of him and a stack of them on the table next to him. He looked up as you walked in his hair falling over one side of his forehead. “What are you reading, Sam?” You sat down in the chair next to him. He pushed the book over so you could see.

“It’s about ancient amulets and talismans from Mesopotamia. They can break curses.” He got more excited as he talked. He caught himself and laughed. “I guess that’s pretty boring, huh?”

“Not to me. I want to hear what you have to say, Sam.” His laugh had turned to a smile that was still on his face.

He looked down and back at you. His eyes were a soft hazel green. “You’re interested in research?” You slowly moved your hand to cover his where it was lying on the book.

“Yes. What else did you find out?”

“Some of them are for luck, some are for protection, others people put under their beds for fertility.” Sam blushed as he realized the implications of what he just said. Your heart started beating faster. With his free hand, he reached up and cupped the side of your face touching his lips to yours.

His kiss was unsure at first. As you kissed him back, he became more certain. You could feel his need for you. It was a need that went beyond the physical.

Sam gently pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead against yours. His hands were wrapped in your hair. You started talking without moving your head from his. “Sam, I hear you at night. I hear your nightmares; I can hear you calling out, and I want to go to you. I want to make it better, Sam.”

He put his hands on each side of your face, holding it, and looking down into your eyes. He brushed the end of his thumb across your cheek. “I think you could, Y/N.”

“Sam, let me stay with you tonight. I want to be there if you wake up.” Sam took both of your hands in his.

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

“I’m saying I want to spend the night with you, whatever that means to you. I want you to know how much you mean to me. I saw how you were with Ei…Eileen. It bothered me.”

He put his fingers under your chin and tilted your face up to look at him. “I’ve seen her twice, Y/N. I’ve been falling in love with you for months ever since you moved in here, and you don’t have to be in my bed to prove anything.”

“I know you don’t expect anything, Sam. That’s one of the reasons I’m falling in love with you too. It’s one of the reasons I do want to be with you. He took your hand and led you to his room.

When he had closed the door softly behind you, he took you in his arms again and held you against him. "I’ve wanted you here, Y/N. So many nights, I’ve wanted you with me.” He fumbled over his words. “You can change in the bathroom if you want to.”

You took his hand and brought it to your lips placing a kiss on his palm. “I appreciate you being a gentleman, Sam. I do, but would you take your clothes off for me, here and now? He tilted his head down and smiled. "Or, let me do it for you?” He nodded; the smile faded to an expression of longing and desire.

You started to unbutton his shirt kissing his chest as the skin was revealed. You finished the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Your hand reached for his belt. You unfastened it and pulled it through his belt loops. He traced the edge of your face with his fingertips. You looked up into his eyes. They were soft, not the look he gave to others to comfort them. It was something else, something you hadn’t seen before.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Y/N?” His eyes told you how much he cared for you, how much this moment meant. You whispered “yes” as you unbuttoned his jeans and dragged down the zipper. He pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them leaving him standing naked in front of you.

He was gorgeous. You wanted to put your hands in his hair, feel the muscles in his back and shoulders while he was over you, and hear the sounds he made as he reached his ultimate release. You wanted to give yourself to Sam Winchester as you had never given yourself to anyone, and he was ready for you.

He pulled your shirt over your head and reached around to unclassified your bra exposing your breasts. His hands kneaded them gently bringing your nipples to taut peaks. He backed you up against the bed. You sat and then lay back pulling him down with you. His mouth found yours; he kissed you deeply pushing his tongue inside to taste. You put your hand in his hair as you’d thought about doing only a short time before and ran your fingers through it. His hair was soft; his lips were soft. His kisses and touches were soft when he wanted them to be. The rest of him was all firmness and muscles. You felt his erection growing against your leg, and you wanted him now.

You lifted your hips up, and he understood. He removed your pants and your panties so your bare bodies were in full contact with each other. You parted your legs to invite him in. He entered you slowly, his lips never leaving yours. As he buried himself deep inside you, his hand classed yours. He laced his fingers through yours and began to move. Sam was a thoughtful lover. He watched your every reaction and adjusted his movements to heighten your pleasure. The sound of his voice saying your name as he climaxed brought you to your own completion.

You lay there afterwards, satisfied in his arms, with your head on his shoulder. Your finger traced lazy patterns on his chest. “I’m here, Sam. If you wake up tonight, I’ll be here.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Are you sure you want to take that on? Being locked up in that secret prison dragged a lot of ugly stuff back up.”

“I’m here to listen. Tell me. Don’t keep it inside. Trust me.” He pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t want to be without you anymore, Y/N. Stay with me, not just tonight. Stay with me every night. When I reach for you, I want you to be there. I’ve reached for you so many nights, Y/N.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Sam?”

“It almost meant too much. What if you didn’t feel the same way? I didn’t want to make things awkward. I didn’t want to lose what we had.”

You kissed him again. “We have so much more now.” You settled against him in the warmth of his embrace.

Down the hall, Dean was alone in his room staring at the cell phone in his hand. He hit a button and put it to his ear. “ Cas, it’s me again. Where are you? I’m worried. I…miss you. Call me. Please.” He ended the call. He had nothing to hold but the phone.

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Sharing that Midtown sweatshirt with Peter constantly! You both are a little unsure of had it originally.

Peter was having the worst morning ever. His breakfast had burnt in the toaster, he’d missed the subway by a margin of about 7 seconds, and had to walk to school in the cold, because aunt May had an early morning meeting and his favorite midtown sweatshirt was nowhere to be found.

Peter was right around 2836% sure his entire day would be shit until he saw you, hair tucked behind your ears, sitting in your desk unsuspecting as he bathed late into class.
You were wearing His midtown sweater. That’s when peter remembered.

The two of you had been caught in the rain a few days prior, while peter had been walking you home.

He’d given you his beloved sweatshirt in an attempt to keep you from getting chilled. You’d kept it on even after the two of you reached your porch, and you’d told him you’d launder it before giving it back.

Fortunately for you, and now for peter, you’d grown somewhat attached to the sweatshirt. It smelled and felt like peter, and you fit in it comfortably.

You’d been running slightly late (thankfully not as late as Peter) this morning, and it had been on the top of your clean clothes pile, and you’d put it on and now peter didn’t think he ever wanted to take it back from you.

“Mr. Parker, do you have a pass?” His teacher inquired, and that’s when Peter realized that he held the entire classroom’s attention, your smile subtly pulling on your lips as Peter blushed, stuttering out “I- I stopped at the office, on the way here, so yeah,” he fumbled in his pocket for the already slightly-crumpled tardy slip and handed it to his teacher who seemed equal parts amused and unimpressed.

“Thank you, Peter,” they spoke as they accepted the pass and peter nodded, sliding into his seat next to you. “We’re on page 184, don’t worry, you haven’t missed much, Flash was ranting about something but he got shut down by Ms. Thompson,” you giggled slightly, speaking quietly to peter as e shuffled to get his book and folder from his backpack.
“Nice shirt,” he said with a smirk once he straightened in his chair, opening his book. You looked down at your outfit and instantly remembered you’d told him you’d give it back.

“Oh, shit, sorry Peter, I can get it back to you after school if you walk me home I- I don’t have anything on under this,” you pulled gently at the sweatshirt with your fingertips, making a slightly apologetic face at Peter.

“No, keep it,”

“What?” You turned around, no longer paying attention to the lesson. “Keep it, it looks better on you,”

And that was how the midtown sweatshirt became the first of MANY objects you and Peter passed back and forth, the list swelling over time to include shoes and sweaters and bracelets, until your closets were basically merged.

Neither of you would ever even think to complain about it.

Timey-Wimey Stuff

Requested by Anonymous (like forever ago, so sorry about that, love.)
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Author: Assbutt

Character: The Doctor

Reader gender: female

Warnings: fluffy fluff!

“Yes! I’ll see you later! Thank you!” You smiled wide, jumping up and down, then hung up the phone.

“Who’s got you all excited?” Dean came into the room laughing.

“Just an old friend.” You smirked. “You’ll get to meet him later.”

“Him?” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“We never dated or anything. He’s not really that type of guy.”

“Gay?” Dean said.

“No! Well actually I’m not a hundred percent sure. But I don’t think so.” You shrugged.

“Where are we meeting the guy?”

“He’s gonna meet us in the living room. Any minute now, actually.”

“Okay now you got me all confused.” Dean shook his head.

“What’s that noise?!” Sam came into the room as a beautifully familiar sound filled the bunker.

“THAT, BOYS. IS THE TARDIS!” You smiled and yelled over the noise.

“THE WHAT?!” Dean yelled as the noise ceased, making you three laugh.

“The TARDIS.” A British voice interrupted. “Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.”

“Doctor!” You ran to him and he picked you up and spun you around.

“So good to see you, (y/n)!” He laughed.

“How long has it been?” You looked up at him.

“About 400 years… Oh! Your time. Yes… Hmm… Seven years, I presume.” He nodded and decided that was a close enough answer.

“You look good! New face. I’m liking the hair! And you got glasses!” You ruffled his long spiky hair (which was gorgeous).

“Indeed. And who are these gentlemen?” The Doctor raised his eyebrows and looked over to Sam and Dean.

You laughed. Their eyes were wide and jaws almost touching the floor.

“Oh. That’s Sam and Dean Winchester. I’ve been living with them for a few years now. Fighting monsters, demons, witches… Among other things.”

“Ah, I see. You fight the other realm of monsters. Nice to meet you.” The Doctor stretched out his hand and that brought the boys back to reality. They shook his hand and then Sam turned to you. “Would you like to explain?”

“Yes. This is the Doctor. He’s from a planet called Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. He’s a time lord. The last of his kind. His planet was destroyed in a war with the Daleks and now he travels through time and space saving and protecting everyone he can. Any questions?”

Dean raised a finger slowly. It lazily pointed at the TARDIS. “H- how-”

“It’s confusing. Timey-wimey stuff.” You said.

“Nice!” The Doctor turned to you and gave you a high five. You folded your arms and shifted your weight to your left side in unison, making the boys chuckle.

Castiel suddenly appeared in the room.

“I came to check in on you three. I see you have a guest. Who might this be?” Castiel tilted his head.

“Doctor. Alien. Time travel.” Sam mumbled.

“Doctor… Who?” Cas raised his eyebrows.

“Just the Doctor.” The Doctor looked at you. “Who’s this?”

“His name’s Castiel. He’s an angel.” You said.

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and yelled, “DON’T BLINK!”

You laughed. “No, Doctor. It’s fine.”

“Yes…” He raised a questioning eyebrow and then let it go.

“Well, the Doctor and I have quite a bit of catching up to do. Care to join us?” The Doctor went into the TARDIS and you held the door open, waiting for the three men to follow. “It’s bigger on the inside. And shut your mouths. It’s not that hard to believe. Let’s go.” You stepped in and in moments the guys followed you.


You soon arrived somewhere in present day England and you all went to a stunning restaurant. The Doctor used his psychic paper to get you in for free and get free meals. The next few minutes were filled with Dean complaining about how he needed some of that.

You got seated and ordered and then you asked the big question. “What brings you here today, Doctor?”

“I seemed to have come across some very valuable information involving you. I have a book back in the TARDIS that I’ve translated back to English. I’ll give it to you when we’re done here.”

“Alright.” You smiled.

The Doctor told hilarious and frightening stories through the whole meal, making you all laugh but also get serious. Castiel didn’t seem to like the concept of weeping angels, but that was okay because no one does, really.

The Doctor gave you the book later and he was saying his goodbyes back at the bunker.

“You know how to reach me. I’ll see you soon, (y/n). Nice meeting you, Sam, Dean, Castiel. I assume I’ll be seeing you again. Goodbye!” The Doctor kissed you on the cheek and he was off.


You stayed in the bunker for a week straight reading the large book the Doctor gave you. The whole thing baffled you, freaked you out, and amazed you.

The book had pictures of you and some of these things you’d dreamed about but the book says you’ve done them. In the back of the book, you found a silver pocket watch. It had Circular Gallifreyan writing on it and you knew exactly what this item did.

The book said that you were married to the Doctor and that you had a red TARDIS stashed somewhere.

The thing that really blew your mind, was the fact that the book said you were an empress from Gallifrey. You looked at the pocket watch for a good hour, just thinking.

You called for the Doctor and he was there in moments, Sam and Dean came into the room as well.

“He’s back!” Dean said.

“Yes he is.” You swallowed thickly.

“Have you read the whole book?” The Doctor asked you.

“Yes. And I found the watch. So… We’re married and… Like- I’m an empress of Gallifrey? I don’t even know how to process all that!”

“I know it’s a big thing to take on. You don’t have to open the watch if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to, Doctor. Will I still be me?”

“Under these circumstances, yes. You will be you.” He nodded.

“Okay.” You breathed deeply and opened the shining pocket watch.

A burst of light went through the room as millions of memories came back to you, good and bad.

Memories of Gallifrey being built, then destroyed. The Daleks fighting against your race, the children screaming and running for their lives.

You remembered your wedding with The Doctor. You remembered Amy, Rory, Clara, Rose, Martha, Donna, Alfonso, Van Gogh and the countless other people you met with the Doctor.

You remembered the amazing times you had on Gallifrey as an empress and you couldn’t be filled with more emotion than at this moment. Then everything went black as you collapsed to the floor.


“(Y/n)! Miss Gallifrey!” Dean waved his hands in front of your face and your eyes slowly peeled open.


“You kinda passed out.” Sam added.

“Are you okay, love?” The Doctor leaned over the back of the couch. Dean snorted and rolled his eyes at ‘love’.

“Yes. I’m fine. Great, actually. I love you so much. I love you all so much. How am I gonna choose? What do I-” you started freaking out.

“You don’t have to. I can come pick you up any time you like. You’re my wife and you’re first priority. Plus, you have your own TARDIS.” The Doctor smiled and you sat up to kiss him softly.

“Thank you.”

“I would do anything for you. It’s no problem.” He stood up straight and put his hands in his pockets. “Another day, boys!” He said.

The Winchesters nodded and went back to whatever they had been doing before.

“Doctor, how do I even comprehend all this stuff?!” You said.

He sighed and came around the couch to hug you. “Don’t have to. Just have to believe it. Besides, it’s complicated. You know, timey-wimey stuff.”


“Stop it Fred and George! People are staring…” Y/n mumbled tucking a stray strand of hair behind her earn as students passing by turned to watch as the Weasley Twins were scolding a Slytherin student that had been harassing her all class period. He would throw things at the back of her head and throw unnecessary names at her whenever she would answer a question. His constant persecution was beginning to get to Y/n and as soon as the school bell rang she stormed out of the room in an array of tears.

The vulgar boy followed Y/n into the hall and continued his torture making her feel an inch tall. He had her cornered against the wall and was making snad remarks in attempt to get a rise out of the quiet girl. All his work was starting to take a toll on Y/n and her red face was obvious evidence. Y/n was stuck in pure embarrassment and if it weren’t for the two hands that clamped down on either side of the Slytherin boy’s shoulder, Y/n probably would’ve died right there out of humiliation. 

Fred and George Weasley had seen the play unfolded before them as they were heading to meet Y/n outside of her class. It was a casual tradition of Fred and George to met her outside of your class room after every hour to escort her to her next class. Y/n tended to kept to herself and for some odd reason the Weasley twins immediately took a liking to the young witch when they met her in their second year, it being her first. Now with having known Y/n for five years, the three were as close as ever. Though along the way the twins began to grow protective over Y/n. So when they caught sight of her being cornered and defenseless, it was only natural for them to step in.

After having given the boy a lecture and warning, they left him off. Students in the corridors were still staring at the three of them and Y/n could feel her ears turned bright red.

“Who cares, darling. We just wanted to make sure that arse would leave you alone. Are you alright?” George asked brushing his thumb along her cheekbone wiping away all the tears.

“Yeah I’m alright, don’t worry about it.” Her tone was frail and the twins could see right through it. The last thing Y/n wanted was another water work of tears in front of the boys. 
Fred scoffed faintly and took Y/n’s hand in his own,

“No you’re not Y/n. Do you want us to take you back to your dorm? We should go report that stupid git to Dumbledore.” Fred said roughly. His thumb dragged along Y/n’s knuckles. A shiver ran down her spine at the comforting sensation and she smiled.

“No, I just want to go to class and get on with my day. I have an assignment due in two weeks from now and I should really get started on it before I get too far behind.” A loud chuckled drew from both the twins lips as they listened to Y/n. The Ravenclaw girl found herself fixing her big e/c eyes inspecting the ground below her. Fred dropped his hand down on Y/n’s shoulder pulling her into his side.

“Love, two weeks is an awful lot of time. George and I usually start our homework the night before it’s due. Missing one class period won’t hurt you, Y/n.” 

The hallways started clearing as the next bell drew close. Fred and George were both aware that a tardy was a evident marking in their near future but neither of them cared much. 

Y/n on the other hand had no intention of having her first bad marking occur at all. She had perfect grades and always showed up to class extra early so the moment she realized how long she’d been standing in the hall, panic struck.

She reassembled her items and slid between the twins heading to her next class. Throwing her hand behind her back, Y/n waved to the boys and grinned

“Sorry, I’ll see you guys around, I need to get to class. But Fred I’ll um consider taking your advice to mind. Thanks boys, I’ll see you guys in the library later for our study session!” She exclaimed darting behind a column and rushing to Potions.

Fred smirked watching her disappear and shook his head,

“Wow, she’s something.” George who was standing at his brother’s side nodded in agreement.

“Yeah she really is. What was the name of that kid again? I didn’t want to formal threaten him in front of Y/n but I still want to.” 

The Doctor Knows A Little Magic

From this request: Can you do a Doctor (any of them) x reader friendship?

*11th Doctor-centric


“Hello, Y/N!”

You looked up and saw the shaggy-haired man in the bowtie standing at the top of the aisle, waiting for you by the door. Strangely, he looked… in place here in the lecture hall (you blamed his tweed jacket).


You finished shoving your books into your bag and ran up the aisle. You wrapped your arms around the man, laughing as the two of you spun around. You hadn’t seen him in a week or so and you’d missed him so much. (How much time had passed for him?)

You pulled back slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I figured a week of hard study time deserves a break.” He gave you a grin. “What do you say we go off and explore a bit?”

“Anywhere, anytime!”

The Doctor reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the building. The TARDIS sat out on the quad, passing students too absorbed by their phones or textbooks or their frantic running to get to class on time to notice the large, blue box.

You stepped into the time machine and you felt… at home. More so than in your cramped campus apartment. More so than your own parents’ house, a place you’d grown up in.

This… this was where you were meant to be.

“So,” you said, watching the Doctor bound over to the control panel. “Where are we off to?”

“Actually, some place you’ve always wanted to go and someplace I’ve never been.”

“You don’t say.”

The TARDIS began to make that comforting whirring noise. A few moments later it stopped, signaling the arrival at whatever destination the Doctor had chosen.

He stepped away from the control panel and grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the door.

The two of you stepped out into the bright sunshine. A murmur of voices surrounded you. You looked around—there were a ton of people, all standing in a line.

“Doctor, where are we?”

“Anaheim, California.”

The name struck a chord with you. As the two of you stepped into line, you glanced around at the clothing those surrounding you were wearing. It was old-fashioned, considered ‘vintage’ in today’s society.


“There he is!” someone behind you cried.

Up ahead stood a man in a grey suit, a small pencil mustache on his lip. He smiled at the crowd of people before him. He opened his mouth and began to speak in a smooth, welcoming voice.

“To all who come to this happy place; welcome.”

You knew this speech, forward and backward.

Everything made sense. The brilliant sunshine, the mass of people, the clothing.

The Doctor had brought you back to July 17, 1955.

The opening day of Disneyland.

Soon the crowd of people began to move forward, entering the park. You’d been to Disneyland before, in the modern time, but this… this was different. Special. The park wasn’t nearly as big as when you’d gone, but it was almost better this way.

The air smelled of sugar.

You and the Doctor ate all the snacks, rode all the rides, viewed all the attractions. Throughout the day, you caught glimpses of the man himself, Walt Disney. He was very pleasant to all his customers.

“Come on,” the Doctor said as you watched Walt shake hands with a few park visitors. The Doctor grabbed your hand and dragged you over to meet the man.

“Hello,” Walt said, smiling at you.

“H…Hi,” you said, your voice shaking. You couldn’t believe that you were standing right there in front of the genius who had built your childhood.

The Doctor held out an unused napkin and a pen. “Would you mind signing this for her, Mr. Disney?”

“Please, call me Walt,” the man said, smiling as he took the items. He quickly scribbled his name on the napkin and handed it back to the Doctor. “Have a magical day,” he said, walking off to greet more visitors.

The Doctor handed the napkin to you.

“Oh, my God,” you said, staring down at the small piece of paper. You were holding something that Walt Disney himself had held. You ran your fingers over the letters.

You would cherish this forever.