night of the doctor au

note: each section () is listed from newest to oldest



100 ways to say I love you
— angst | fluff




 charm me 
— gryffindor!jin | smut 




nude wars (ft. jungkook)
— frat!yoonkook | smut | fluff 
↠ pt1 :: (ongoing)

 hidden stars (ft. jungkook)
— angst | smut | fluff 
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: + (complete)

 lab partners (ft. jimin)
— high school au | smut
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: (complete)


 makeshift chemistry 
— college au | smut 

 fantasies (ft. jimin) 
— incubi!yoonmin | smut


 taste (ft. taehyung) 
— poly!taegi | smut




 the purge 
— purger!hoseok | angst | gore
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: (ongoing) 




 ships in the night 
— idol au | smut | angst | fluff




 doctor dreamy 
— expecting parents au | fluff | angst | smut  
pt1 :: pt2 :: (ongoing) 

 future hearts (ft. jungkook) 
— punk!jikook | angst | smut | fluff
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: pt6 :: (ongoing)


— smut 

lab partners (ft. yoongi)
— high school au | smut

 fantasies (ft. yoongi)
— incubi!yoonmin | smut




 loving him, loving her 
— best friend au | angst | smut 
pt1 :: (ongoing) 


 the t-shirt thief 
— idol au | smut | fluff

under the cloak 
— gryffindor!taehyung | smut


• taste (ft. yoongi)
— poly!taegi | smut 




nude wars (ft. yoongi)
— frat!yoonkook | smut | fluff
pt1 :: (ongoing)

• future hearts (ft. jimin)
— punk!jikook | angst | smut | fluff
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: pt6 :: (ongoing) 

• I hate you, I love you 
— best friend au | angst | smut
pt1 :: pt2 :: + :: (complete)

• hidden stars (ft. yoongi)
— idol au | angst | smut | fluff 
pt1 :: pt2 :: pt3 :: pt4 :: pt5 :: + :: (complete) 


• cold coffee 
— smut

 painting the meadow’s void 
— soulmate au | fluff


• slytherin!jungkook 
— harry potter au | smut

• tease 
— idol au | smut


Bendy: “Welcome everyone to m-”

G. Freddy: *cough*

Bendy: “OUR Arcade and Dinner. Take a seat and we’ll send someone to take your order.”

((So, this is an ask blog for really a bunch of indie horror characters, and some ocs who in this AU run an Arcade/dinner called: Scream n’ Feast. I will add more characters in the future, and will probably change the current design for Boris. I Will also take some I guess… ‘Artistic liberties’ with the definition of indie horror, but this is just something I wanted to do for a little while. So, thanks to anyone who reads this and the ask box is always open.))

Seven Nights at the Sky View Inn

[ao3] [ff]

Thanks to @joe-the-lion, @momentary-ecstasy, @confusedanon

Part 1 | Sunday

The drop of sweat started at her hairline, gathered momentum and volume as it coursed down the center of her nose, and hung at the end for a moment before dropping two stories—

—onto the doctor’s forehead.

“Is—this—the Sky View Inn?” Abby asked, wiping their mingled sweat off her face.

“It will be,” called Raven, kicking her feet out and using her gloved hands to slide down the ladder. She turned, removing one glove and extending her hand. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Raven.”

“Abby, Dr. Griffin. I have a reservation?”

Raven smiled.

“But call me Abby.” Between the heat and the breeze, the unexpected un-done-ness of the hotel and Raven’s smile, her worn jeans and dirty white v-neck with rolled up sleeves, Abby found her mouth unusually dry. “Can I buy a bottle of water?”

“Nope, but I’ll buy you one,” said Raven, “Come inside.”

“There’s an inside?”

“Yeah, I started on the far corner. Follow me.”

They crossed through the concrete skeleton of what once was—or once was intended to be—a two-story courtyard hotel—or apartment building, it wasn’t complete enough to be clear. They stepped inside the finished part.

Inside, at the far corner, stood a tiny bell desk on one side of a partition and a tiny bar on the other. A ceiling fan vaguely stirred the potted palm fronds.

“This is temporary,” Raven said, indicating the makeshift reception area. “But my unit is just there, and the unit above is the one on AirBnB. One bottle of water, ma’am. Nice and cold.”

The bottle frosted, and as the doctor held it, sweat rolled down its side, as her own beaded and flowed. She downed the water, eyes closed, and opened them on Raven’s smiling appraisal.

“Raven, what is this place?”

Keep reading


Okay, I would like to start this by saying I have so much respect for you guys. I mean honestly, you guys fuel fandoms. If it wasn’t for you, when a show or game or comic etc ends, it ends. Like finished, finite, done, most likely never coming back, but then YOU come along and we get headcanons, backstories, AUs, and so many other glorious things that we forget the actual thing is over! Like, there are times when I’m reading a fanfiction, and I forget it’s a fanfiction. I’ll be reading this work, and it feels like a book. I forget that it’s most likely a teenager writing a story on a sharing forum for the enjoyment of others and when I finally remember it I’m shocked! Can we also talk about how YOUNG most of you are!? Like wowie, you guys are so incredibly talented and a fair amount of you are teens. And, for the other side, I’m amazed at the adults writing fanfics! You guys have lives, children, jobs, and yet you still find time to write and be passionate and give joy to your audiences. Did I mention you have AUDIENCES?! People follow you for your fics, they message you, become friends with you, and genuinely enjoy you as a person because you wrote something on a whim and they liked it. That’s amazing! Not only that, but some of you make playlists to go with your writing, you take the time to make sure the readers are comfortable, and then when we praise you, you’re bashful. People love you guys and you’re so sweet when replying to us. You get fanbases over your writings, AUs on top of your AU, and so much more. You guys are actually fantastic. Just the fact that you can continue working on something for 20+ chapters astounds me, I can barely make it past 5 when I’m writing! 

I just wanted to make this post to praise the fanfiction writers that grace our fandoms with their talent, for it is truly a talent indeed. Give yourself a pat on the back, because y’all are amazing and you deserve every bit of praise you get. 

Look at these people, these human beings, consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet, and blinking, step into the sun. There’s more to see, than can ever be seen, more to do than- hold on, sorry, that’s the Lion King. But the point still stands! Leave them alone!
—  Kaname Kuran, to the Night Class students
Logic Where No Logic Goes

Soulmates, Dr. Uchiha Itachi thought warily to himself as he finished printing off the consultation notes, were nothing but a total disaster waiting to happen and a disease to be treated. With a sigh, he wheeled around in his chair, nabbed his white coat from where he had tossed it in the corner of his consultation room, and rushed off to his evening rounds.

To be quite honest, he didn’t need to rush- evening rounds were always the same old cases in psychiatry, considering how they had the same patients on ward day after day. He thought he was going to do some good as a psychiatrist (something that was still a bit of a sort point in family reunions, considering how the Uchiha line is practically a clan of surgeons, of all things), but it took him five full years in psychiatry to realize that in fact, he wasn’t doing anyone any good.

He had always been a smart child, growing up; genetics favored him, and he grew up pointing at colored diagrams in his mother’s old and worn copy of Netter’s Atlas of Human Anatomy. He spelled out body parts with his alphabet soup and correctly guessed his cousin’s, diagnosis of ADHD five minutes after meeting him for the first time. However, it was only until he began following his father around in the hospital during the summers (well, he had to put something on that résumé) that he realized the truth of the medical world… perhaps more accurately, the world that is general surgery. Dr. Uchiha Fugaku is a renowned hepatobiliary surgeon and nephew to Dr. Uchiha Madara, the chief of service of surgery at Konoha hospital. And Itachi happened to be related to both of them.

Given that medicine is practically in his blood (sooner or later, he’ll have much-coveted “Dr.” stuck to his name), the nurses were quite welcoming to him. The patients, on the other hand… they were miserable.

Confined in their bed, with tubes and drains sticking out of them, their bodies held together with straining stiches and prayers. Itachi was shocked. This wasn’t what he wanted to do. He stood, numb and shocked, as an elderly patient’s wordless screams and went totally ignored on wards- “he’s noncommunicable,” the nurses told him. “Don’t bother- he has dementia.”

Too far gone, they said. Standing at the end of the bed of the wasted old man- perhaps soon to be a dead old man, Uchiha Itachi decided then and there that he would never become a surgeon- no matter what his family said. Cutting open people isn’t what he wanted in his life.

He was more or less hailed as the family genius- “Neurosurgery or Cardiothoracic for sure,” his father had said once with his chest puffed out in pride. It made him look like a particularly deformed pigeon, Itachi thought. Medicine was never but an obligation in his life- the firstborn son of Uchiha Fugaku of the Uchiha line of doctors- there was never a choice for him to make to begin with. The choice was made at his conception, and he had no say in it. What he did have a say in, is which branch of medicine he would go into (small mercies, he thought- the saving grace of it all is that medicine is nothing if not diverse. And he would find something to fit him.)

It was with great pleasure that he broke the news over dinner one day- that he had been accepted in the psychiatry department at Konoha hospital after his internship. His father was apocalyptic, as he had predicted. He swelled like a balloon and made Itachi all the more glad that he was going into psychiatry- perhaps his father needed one to see him. His mother, a retired obstetrician and gynecologist, smiled and nodded; she alone knew that he had a far too gentle nature to be a surgeon. He was a thinker, not a doer. Little Sasuke only shrugged and looked on- he was only in his first year of medical school then- specialties were a far way away for him.

It was only until he started working in psychiatry that he started learning about the “Soulmates Disease”. It was barely glanced over in medical school, written down in the smallest of small prints on powerpoints, and it wasn’t mentioned much on wards. It wasn’t common- not that psychiatry had a lot of teaching time in the curriculum to begin with anyways. And apparently, his supervisor, Dr. Hatake Kakashi, specialized in this relatively untaught disease.

Soulmates Disease involves multiple specialties (making it all the more of a headache); every person in the world is born with a soulmate, and usually they don’t know about it. It’s not something that people are consciously aware of, and that’s perfectly okay. It’s when they do know of the existence of soulmates that the problem arises. For the majority of the people, the only clue that they have is that they feel drawn to the person and vice versa. They may be friends, family members (a few selected case reports talked about twins being each others’ soulmates), or more commonly- lovers. However, there is a minority (undoubtedly, glitches in a matrix called humanity… in medicine, glitches were ominous at best) who become consciously aware of their soulmates’ existence. Those people feel it keenly- the existence of their soulmates.

Sometimes they come to the ENT doctors, complaining of a loud drum beating noise that constantly bothers them and steals away their sleep. Some of them go to their cardiologists, telling them that their heart is beating weirdly and that they hear it pounding in their ears. Some of them go to their general practitioners or family physicians with the same problems. And then there’s the select few who just straight up faint. Wherever they go, they inevitably end up in psychiatry after a long and winding road of unnecessary investigations and headaches, at which they get diagnosed with Soulmate Disease.

The pounding sound that bothers them in their sleep? That’s their soulmates’ heartbeat, as Kakashi said once to a particularly distraught patient. And that’s a good thing, he said, until something goes wrong with that very vital heart beat.

Once, Kakashi was a neurosurgeon at Konoha Hospital- and a damn good one at that, for one who flew through the whole curriculum and graduated from med school a full two years early. Then, one day, he suddenly seized in the middle of excising a brain tumor and accidentally cut too deeply into the patient’s brain. The junior doctor assisting with the operation almost had a panic attack on the spot, Itachi thought with some amusement- anyone would, if there were suddenly two patients in the middle of a delicate operation instead of one, and both were unstable. Luckily, Nara Shikaku, the anesthetist  on scene, was able to take control of the situation swiftly. The patient ended up suing the hospital anyways (or at least his relatives did), and the poor junior doctor promptly transferred away into family medicine afterwards.

Kakashi later regained consciousness after a few days, and the first thing he did was cry uncontrollably; the extra heartbeat that he had heard throughout his high school years and beyond was gone.

It was perhaps a bit more than a coincidence that Itachi lost his favorite cousin, Uchiha Obito, to a drunk driving car accident on the same day. Fortunately, his favorite cousin didn’t suffer too much (he had seen one too many people live beyond their expiratory dates) since he was dead on arrival. In the end, Kakashi never found his soulmate, and Itachi never got to know his cousin better.

All in all, Kakashi ended up with an extra helping of depression and transferred to psychiatry (even though none of his previous training hours transferred) after he was deemed fit enough to return to work and ended up as Itachi’s boss.

It was harrowing on the best of days, to work under Kakashi, Itachi thought. Accomplished or not, teaching is not Kakashi’s forte, and if Itachi was any less of a genius, the ex-neurosurgeon would probably just give up teaching altogether. Sometimes, on particularly rainy days, Itachi would see a dark shadow lurking in Kakashi’s eyes- a terrible look of irreplaceable loss and a tunnel without the light at the end of it- and suddenly he would become taciturn and withdrawn, tired and old. On those days, Itachi does the only thing he can: venture down to the canteen and brave though swarms of medical students and patient visitors to grab his superior a coffee.

“Here,” Itachi would say, and set down a steaming cup of coffee in front of Kakashi. He tosses the man two packets of sugar and a small container of creamer. He’d kick back in his office for a brief reprieve and enjoy his coffee black (like his soul, as his younger brother would say).

“Ah, canteen grade coffee- just the right kind of sludge to kick start my day,” Kakashi would give him that damned eye smile- as if closing his eyes to the world altogether would make the pain go away- and a patronizing pat on the head.

“Hn,” Itachi would reply while reminding himself why suing his boss for workplace harassment is not a good idea.

But still, Itachi thought, if soulmates could have such negative impact on each other, perhaps it’s best if he never meet his soulmate altogether. He doesn’t need to- plenty of people live their lives without meeting their soulmates (or not getting their fairytale happy-ever-after in the end). It’s one of the many things he can live without, Itachi concluded.

Thinking back on what seems like the tenth case of Soulmate Disease he has seen this month, he reiterates his statement: he can definitely live without them. Dr. Uchiha Itachi “the eternal bachelor in psychiatry”: a title he can get used to just fine.

He is rounding a case of longstanding schizophrenia (the woman was brought to the hospital ten years ago thinking that the flowers were serenading her and told her husband. What did the husband do? Dump her into psychiatric ward and wash his hands of her entirely) when he overhears a very loud conversation near the nurse station. It was really less of a conversation and more of a broadcast, he thought amusedly.

“I told you Sakura’s going to go into medicine! She took three attachments under Senju Tsunade , the freaking Chief of Service of Medicine! There’s no way she’s not going into medicine- I don’t even know why you’re even surprised to begin with.” An unfamiliar voice half-yelled.

“And I told you that she has the personality of the worst of surgeons, and I freaking grew up in a clan of surgeons! If Sakura’s going into medicine, we might as well petition for a new ward for medicine, because she’ll have at least demolished one ward by the end of her first year on the job!” Ah, that would be Sasuke’s voice, Itachi thinks- more of Sasuke and his Friends ™. It would be a lie to say that nepotism didn’t exist in medicine. Or rather, perhaps it would be better to say that connections make the world go round- it was like running and driving. Both gets you to the same destination, but driving does so in a far more timely and comfortable manner. And in Konoha Hospital, the Uchihas’ various family members have a far bigger leeway than most.

“You know, I’m suddenly very glad that I’m not doing medicine,” Sasuke’s voice sounded just a bit tired to Itachi- to his knowledge, Sasuke wasn’t post call today.

“Hey, don’t look at me- I’m going into pediatrics.”

“That’s practically medicine, just for shrunken adults.” Itachi almost snorted- Sasuke nearly tore his hair out in pediatrics module. His little brother is clearly not meant for kids.

“It is not,” the voice insisted. Itachi’s more inclined to agree with his little brother on this. “There’s a difference!”

“Uh huh.”

“Says the one with a family tree of surgeons, Mr. Future Neurosurgeon!” There was never any doubt that Sasuke would go into neurosurgery- or any surgery for that matter of fact. It would only take a phone call from their father, after all.

“Like you’re the one to talk! Your dad’s the Chief of Service of Pediatrics!” Sasuke insisted, missing the point completely. Sasuke has always been particularly self-conscious of his unfortunate family relations; he was probably overshadowed by them at some point. Itachi paused in his writing. Huh. The Chief of Service of Pediatrics… Namikaze Minato, a natural born genius turned neonatologist, currently married to Uzumaki Kushina, the current Chief of Service of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Two very high achieving individuals. Two very young individuals, he mentally amended.

Itachi vaguely remembered his mother’s best friend, or “Auntie Kushina,” as she insisted. He remembered her vivid mane of red hair and her equally fiery personality- she met his mother in medical school and were roommates all through those tedious years. “Thick as thieves,” Madara had called them, “and just as bad when it comes to causing trouble for everyone else.”

They did their specialty training together, he thinks. He recalls stories though out his pediatric rotation, about how Kushina would more or less bully her fiancé into freeing up beds at NICU after her patients were done giving birth. A total pushover, one nurse said. A damn handsome pushover, another nurse agreed.  

When one becomes the lowest life forms on ward, they tend to get ignored altogether. It’s amazing the things people say when they think they won’t be overheard, Itachi thought at the time. He filed the story away in the back of his mind (though he couldn’t help but suppress a snort when he saw Dr. Namikaze the next day).

He remembers Aunt Kushina well, particularly on her last visit to the Uchiha household. She came flying in, anger lining her every feature, when she heard that her best friend would resign following the birth of her second child. What followed was a conversation that his father still refused to talk about and the cessation of “Auntie Kushina’s” weekly visit to the Uchiha household.

Apparently, the progeny of Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato inherited the temperament of Kushina rather than Minato. Privately, Itachi thinks that rather than building an extra ward for medicine, they should build one for pediatrics instead. Uzumaki Kushina is a force to be reckoned with, even in a specialty as far removed from obstetrics and gynecology as psychiatry is.

Itachi snapped the folder shut and picks up another as Sasuke and his friend rounded the corner.

“Sasuke,” Itachi chided without turning around. “Do not be so loud in the wards- you’ll disturb the patients here.”

“Sorry, Ni-san,” he says petulantly. Itachi raised an eyebrow. For a newly minted doctor, Sasuke was still very much a child.

“What are you doing here?” he asks and flips through the lab results. To his knowledge, Sasuke was doing his rotation in orthopedics at the moment.

“I got done with my work for the day and wanted to know if you’re up for grabbing dinner with me,” he said casually.

“Hm,” Itachi said absently, “Sure, just let me finish rounding my patients- I’ll meet you at the carpark in half an hour.”

“Alright, you won’t mind if my friend comes along for dinner, yeah?”

Itachi looks up for first time since he started talking to Sasuke… only to see crystalline blue. For a moment, all he could see was perfect crystalline blue and golden blonde strands against tanned skin. His breath caught.

“Uzumaki Naruto-it’s nice to meet you!” Suddenly, the voice which had been a nuisance just two minutes ago wasn’t so bad anymore.

He couldn’t speak, and his chest squeezed, and his heart skipped a beat- it restarted just fine, but suddenly, there were two heartbeats and not one.

Well, fuck, Itachi thought numbly. The folder slipped from his numb fingers and dropped to the floor with a clatter.

Mandy: Short one shot for cywscross for her fandom bingo challenge! This one should hit the “Soulmates AU” and the “Itachi” one. I’m very much inexperienced in all things romance, and it’s my policy not to write things I don’t at least have some experience or knowledge in… and so, when tasked to write a Soulmates AU, I treat it the only way I know how to treat uncharted territory in life- and that’s to think of it as a disease and act accordingly. It’s a pretty amusing idea, that soulmates are diseases to be treated and not a blessing or boon (as most of the soulmate fics tend to treat them as). That led me to the question of who fits into what specialties,  and I had a lot of fun coming up with headcannons for that. Also, sorry if this is a bit dry for readers who aren’t intimately familiar with medicine (I’m not sure what other word to use when literally 99% of my life is pretty much medicine in its various forms- the world of med has its own culture and language that takes a while to learn). I’ll try to go back later and vary the sentence structure a bit or something… But for people who are in the world of med, this is probably kinda funny in a nerdtastic way. Also, note that I’m writing this from Itachi’s POV, and he’s a character that feels things very keenly (sometimes too keenly), so some things may be slightly exaggerated.

Here’s a quick run down of who’s who (note that the amount of clinical work COS’ do varies):

Uchihas: Uchiha Madara- COS (chief of service, aka the top of the pecking order in their department, so to speak) of Surgery, Uchiha Fugaku- Hepatobiliary surgeon, consultant, Uchiha Mikoto- OG (obstetrics and gynecology), associate consultant (retired), Uchiha Itachi- Psychiatrist, specialist, Uchiha Sasuke- Intern

Senjus: Senju Hashirama- Head of Konoha Hospital, Senju Tobirama- Renal Medicine, senior consultant, Senju Tsunade- COS of Internal Medicine

Namikaze family: Namikaze Minato- COS of Pediatrics, Neonatologist, Uzumaki Kushina- COS of Obstetrics and Gynecology, Namikaze Naruto- Intern

Others: Haruno Sakura- Intern, Hatake Kakashi- Psychiatrist, consultant

And the Naras would be anesthetists- all of them, the Yamanakas would be psychiatrists, the Aburame would occupy the pathology department, and the Hyuuga would all be radiologists instead of Hinata who chooses geriatrics instead, and Sai would be the best and the worst reconstructive surgeon ever (he does fantastic work for sure, but he also makes completely inappropriate comments to patients and nurses alike that earns him three complaints and a threatened demotion. He also gets almost-punched by Sakura-the-intern when he calls her “Ugly” for the first time, and no one’s even mad about it).

Post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same.  ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. )




  • Donna Noble (Doctor Who) @msdonnatemplenoble
  • The Doctor Donna (Doctor Who - mostly AU ) @msdonnatemplenoble
  • Gwen Cooper (Torchwood) @msdonnatemplenoble
  • Dr. Owen Harper (Torchwood)
  • Owen Harper- Teacher AU (Torchwood)
  • Captain Jack Harkness - AU (Doctor Who & Torchwood)
  • Esther Drummond (Torchwood)
  • Toshiko Sato - NIght Club AU - (Torchwood)
  • Donna Noble - Teacher AU (Doctor Who)
  • Donna Noble - Night Club AU (Doctor Who)
  • Gwen Cooper - Night Club AU (Doctor Who)
  • The Captain’s Mates OCs - (Captain John Harts Gang. Part of the Night Club AU. 5 Different Characters -Sam, Craig, Brian, William & Gordon)
  • Jessica Jones (Marvel’s Jessica Jones)
  • Christina Smith-MacGreggor OC  (daughter of Donna Noble & Chris Smith/Ninth Doctor AU) Nightclub AU (Doctor Who)

Would Like To Play:

  • I’m not sure right now!


  • The Doctor Donna -AU/indie
  • Toshiko Sato AU-indie
  • Owen Harper - AU/indie/cannon
  • (I own the Night Club blog. I’d love to open it up again and bring everyone over to play, but I’d have to see who’s interested!)

TAGGED BY: @abadpenname

TAGGING: @confusionand-chaos, @thebigbadspike, @succubussass, @sysnix, @badassinbootsamywinchester, @lookatmydirtynegan, @lilahemorgan, @hellsmother, @xthexandmanx, @overallsandcrayons

You liked doctor!Luke, but at the same time you despised him. He was too perfect, and so you thought it mustn’t be true. Parents raved about how their sick children’s faces lit up at the sight of his twinkling blue eyes, patients wrote him extensive thank you notes after a surgery that went even better than predicted, and your fellow nurses even had the gall to fawn openly about him, proclaiming that his arms “looked like they’d been shaped by the gods.”

You sighed as you arranged some surgical equipment. Honestly, you admitted it: you didn’t hate Luke because he was mean to you—in fact, in was quite the contrary. A green-eyed monster lived inside your chest, rearing its ugly head whenever the blue-eyed doctor entered the room. You almost wanted him to be a complete asshole, but he wasn’t; he was sweet.

“Need some help?”

Speak of the devil, or, well, angel himself. He looked like he just got out of surgery, his hair mussed up and body dressed in scrubs.

“Oh, uh, no… it’s okay. Thanks.” you said.

Luke furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you sure? You’ve been working all day.”

You chuckled, gesturing to his attire. “So have you.”

Luke shrugged. “I don’t mind. Besides, it’ll go faster if there’s two of us.”

And before you could protest, he was beside you, arms brushing against yours as he arranged the tools.

In the hospital, the other nurses always gossiped, but it was a surprise when, a couple days after, you heard them mention your name. Eyebrow raising, you listened in and managed to hear one of them saying, “Dr. Hemmings… totally has a thing for Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop your mouth from gaping open, but after a second you closed it and snorted. What? Were these people crazy? There was no way.

But maybe you dismissed the idea too quickly, because Luke kept asking you to be on his surgical team and went out of his way to help you with whatever tasks you had that day, striking conversation and lingering around to talk to you even when he had somewhere to be and something to do.

It was still a surprise when, after another night of him helping you clean up a former inpatient room, he asked you.

“Y/N, uh, well, I was wondering if you would be interested in going out to dinner with me Saturday night?”

Your jaw dropped. “What?”

He cleared his throat, and for the first time in his life, you could swear that his usually steady hands were shaking. “I said-“

“Wait.” You were having a serious case of word vomit. “You want to go out with me? I’m not… as good as you. At anything.”

He scrunched his nose up. “What?

You swallowed, ready to repeat yourself, when he reached up and pushed a strand of hair out of your face. His eyes grew soft, that million-dollar smile that had little kids laughing taking over his face.

“Y/N,” he said, “you’re more perfect than you think you are. Promise. Besides, remember that heart surgery we did last week? I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you.”

You smiled, and suddenly all your jealously faded away. “Sure, Luke,” you told him, “dinner sounds great.”

Coworker!5sos blurb night with @complicashton, request/tag us in your writing!

Title: the planets will bow [fanart]
Artist: curiouslycurious

Title: the planets will bow
Author: skywideopen
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Words: 71869
It all becomes a sort of blur after a while, a wash of colour and sound from places and times so extraordinary and beyond her powers to describe. But through it all, amidst all of time and space, her son is laughing, her son is smiling, and that remains the most important gift that Emma has given to Regina.

“Thank you,” she tells Emma quietly, as Henry happily—happily—eats ice-cream whilst dangling his legs over the edge of an observation platform into space, the swirling colours of a glowing nebula surrounding them. “For doing this for us.”

“Any time,” Emma says, thumbs in the pockets of her coat. “It’s the least I could do.”

[Doctor Who AU: On a cold, wintry night, Regina Mills meets a Time Lady.]

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A Year In Fic - 2015

I was tagged by @dreameater1988 to do this and well here we go. All links lead to my AO3 account.













I posted the multi chapter fics in the month I started with them, except “Collide” because I started this one in November 2014, but wrote mainly in 2015. 

Total Word Count: 420.404 (Wow, that is quite a number and I am surprised it are so many stories in the end. Fun fact, I always think, it could have been a little bit more. I was rather lazy in August. Also I have written a couple stories that were for friends and are not published. So I think I can be okay with this list )

Okay, I think everyone is tagged by now, as I am late to the party, if you want to do this, feel tagged! 

From the Garden You Can See the Wild Wood

12/Clara Red Riding Hood AU, inspired by Forest of the Night and someone’s request. I mean what even is this.PG-13 for kissing and biting.

“Can’t save everyone, you know, Clara,” says the Wolf, examining his nails. “Well. Let’s be honest. Don’t want to save everyone.”

“Not everyone?” she says. “But someone.”

“Someone,” acknowledges the Wolf.

“Who?” she says. “Me?”

“You,” says the Wolf.

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Doctor/Rose AU: Sheherazade

Pairing: Doctor/Rose (Nine, Ten, Eight)
Rating: : R. This story contains graphic descriptions of violence.
Wordcount: 6300~
A/N: This is an AU that combines Dimension!Hopping!Rose with the Eighth Doctor of the Big Finish audio plays. Spoilers for the latter, I suppose. I wrote this for the 50 AUs meme (prompt: ‘Sheherazade’).

The last three trips have been futile, unfruitful endeavours. Travelling has made her recognize her own smallness, her own insignificance and every blinking star is a reminder of the darkness to come.

She enters the co-ordinates with shaky fingers. The vortex swirls and churns like a tornado and Rose disappears into nothingness.

On the other side, a monster dwells in a castle made of cages, designed to keep him safe.

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kelkat9  asked:

You are a gorgeous writer! ten/rose au. Sort of Night at the Museum. The Doctor is the new curator and stays late one night. As he's walking by the statute of the Goddess Fortuna, he hears a noise and finds out that she's come to life and is waving to him. Poor girl was cursed and only comes alive at night. He falls in love and finds a way to break the curse.

John Smith, nicknamed the Doctor because of his PhD in Physics and inability to stay at a job more than a few months at a time, paced around the Greek exhibit nervously. It was his first night at the job, and he needed to keep this one. Only a favor from a friend of a friend had landed him this job, and despite his inheritance he needed something to do or else he would go mad. Ever since the fire…

He stopped himself. No. Despite the weird rumors surrounding this place he was happy to work here, because museums were like stepping into another time; he liked to think that he was really there, living the lives of the people who used to use the artifacts, imagining what it would be like to live over a thousand years ago.

There was a crack.

His head whipped around, staring suspiciously around the room. “Hello?” he asked, cautiously. “Anyone there?”

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Things (At SitC) Go Bump In The Night
A/N ok this had to happen i wrote it while I had writers block last night (was trying to write the doctor who au lol) but here please enjoy this it’s like the only thing i do not regret writing. here we go then. THE PHAN/AJTHORKI CROSSOVER.  -Gracie  — “Oh my god, I’m tired.” Alex groaned, flopping onto the bed in their hotel room at about 11pm. Jake put his bag down and then leapt, landing right next to Alex, making the bedsprings squeak. Alex rolled his eyes, and Jake giggled, reaching for Alex’s hand. 

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