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Gency Week // Day 1: First

The first time Genji calls her by her name, it is instinctive, primal, spilling from his lips as his heart stops - watching her fall from the heavens.

She has been his doctor, his saving grace, the reminder of beauty when he was consumed with bitterness, and - eventually - his dear friend. He had thought to call her by her first name so many times before. Her name would bounce around his mind as they spoke, but always he would lock it away. 

He knew the desires of his heart, and he knew that she could never feel the same. There were many a quiet evening shared in each other’s company after a mission or a companionable atmosphere eating meals in the mess hall. So many blessed moments came and passed in which he could bask in her radiance. All of which were cherished - locked away in his cybernetic heart. 


No. He could not utter her name. There was no mistaking his aching want, his fiery passion in it.


Such a glorious, perfect name for her. She radiated goodness and strength, compassion and intelligence. It was so fitting. 

A thunderous bang echoed, rattling his bones. He turned just in time to see his angel gasp in pain.



Imagine:Your taken instead of Stiles.

Stiles walked down the corridor towards the library, he was supposed to meet you at your locker but you weren’t there.
At that point he wasn’t worried, you were always late. Stiles let out a small laugh; he was picturing you rushing around your room trying to get ready.

He continued making his way to the pack. Scott, Lydia and Malia were sat around a table.

“Hey, have you guys seen y/n this morning?"Stiles asked as he sat next to Scott.

"Who?"Scott asked confused.

"Hah that’s funny, guys seriously y/n is never this late"Stiles laughed.

"Who is y/n?"Liam questioned as he sat opposite Stiles.

"Seriously guys? Lydia? Malia? She’s your best friend! Liam she saved you from the dread doctors and Scott? She’s the girl I’ve been obsessed with since like third grade?!"Stiles exclaimed.

"I think I’d know if I had a best friend"Lydia scoffed.

Stiles tried to remember, all he could remember was the storm the night before. He had been out in his Jeep with someone.

With you.
"Oh my god, y/n"Stiles cried out as he leaped out of his seat running towards the car park.
He sped all the way to your house and pummeled his fists against the door.

"Hello Stiles, what brings you here?"your Mom opened the door with a smile.

"Is y/n here?"he panted.

"No y/n lives here sorry"She smiled sadly.

"Y/n? Your daughter?"Stiles asked again, his heart dropped.

"Stiles I don’t have any children, are you feeling okay?"your mom replied concerned.

"I need to find her"Stiles whispered as he jogged back to his Jeep. He wasn’t going to stop until you were back home.


Okay. I can’t. No, that’s fine.

The Moment took the form of Rose Tyler

So the Doctor would pick her to be his next companion

So she would absorb the Time Vortex

And bring Jack Harkness back to life

So the TARDIS would travel to the end of the Universe

And bring back the Master

So he’d get trapped back on Gallifrey

And then bring Clara and the Doctor together

So she could persuade the Doctor to save Gallifrey

Clever girl

Shut Up And Kiss Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Lin-Manuel Miranda [13:06 EST]
“Mommy is smarter then Daddy. Congratulations on the AAFP award @Y/N - Love you!”

“Why is Mommy smarter then Daddy?” Seb asked Lin, looking up at him with big chestnut eyes.
Lin glanced around, making sure his wife wasn’t in earshot.
“Well, she’s a Doctor. She saves people. She also is super pretty.” He smirked as Seb looked at him in wonder.

You stopped gliding around the kitchen and stood still for just a moment, listening to your husband speak to you in such a kind manner to your son. You could swear your heart swelled up to twice its size, absolutely adorable.

“Dinner!” You called out to them, as your two favourite men walked out of the living room, Lin holding Seb’s hand.
You scanned the table, making sure everything was in order, and let them help themselves to what you were serving.
You grinned throughout dinner, straining to keep your voice pitch and not have it skyrocket in happiness.

“Lin?” You asked quietly, attempting not to wake up your sleeping son, speaking to the man brushing his teeth next to you.
“Yes (Y/N).” He replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek and crawling under the covers with you.
“I heard you talking to Seb.” You laughed softly. He hid his face in the crook of your neck to keep from blushing. Putting an arm around him, you stroked his hair and smiled.
“I love you too.” He looked up at you.
“You’re….really intelligent.” You laughed.
“Intelligent! What about beautiful, nice, car-”
“All that stuff too, just got super smart and you aren’t dumb like me.” He exclaimed, shyly.
“You surely aren’t dumb. You’re cute, funny, nice, brilliant..” you looked at him and saw him smirking.

“Wow Lin, you just wanted me to say that.” You laughed.
“Nope! It came out of your mouth.” He said defiantly, putting an arm to the other side of the bed, pinning you down.

“Kiss me.” You sighed, satisfied.

I am 100% convinced that there are way more assassination attempts on Lexa than people let on

Like, even a pretty good leader has one or two groups of people that hate them enough to try and kill them, and Lexa basically wrangled everyone into submission when she formed the coalition so there are definitely people who hate her and see her as a tyrant, and it’s probably not just Azgeda either.

So when Clarke starts staying in the tower, she learns quickly that Lexa lowkey almost dies on the daily. It’s a frickin miracle if it’s moved to weekly. As a trained Doctor, she’s had to save her girlfriend from poison, arrows, poison arrows, knives, poison knives. You get the idea. It’s safe to say that Clarke has to ask her mother for blood pressure medication cause honestly her heart can’t deal with this shit.

The assassination attempts only start slowing when Clarke basically snaps and throws not one, but two ambassadors who implied they ordered the assassinations, off the tower balcony and threatens to kill anyone who tries to attack Lexa again. Obviously, being Wanheda, the threat holds some weight. She’s essentially seen as an all powerful spirit of death so pissing her off is extremely inadvisable.

And while everyone else pisses themselves because Clarke’s scary, Lexa just gets turned on by how protective and dominant Clarke’s being

If you wanna be upset about Doctor Strange, fine, but please stay in your lane

I mean know what you’re talking about and be honest about where your distaste is coming from

This girl just came at me full force on Twitter over why I didn’t have a problem with Doctor Strange (the character) being whitewashed and my answer was (truthfully) that the character is not whitewashed because he’s white in the comics

This chick was being so condescending like she called me sweetheart and boo and implied that I was stupid and then had THE NERVE to ask me for receipts like WHY would you ask me for receipts on material that you have never read, you just set yourself up to eat your words. Not to mention how backwards it is to ask for said receipts AFTER you’ve made multiple proclamations that he’s a POC like how are you gonna ask me for evidence when you don’t have any yourself, it’s pathetic

I mean she admitted to being wrong but I’m overall sick of this lazy activist bullshit. We live in an age where you’re not limited by technology, a simple google search could save you from an embarrassing conversation.

PLEASE continue to call out whitewashing and any other POC erasure but don’t dilute the movement by throwing buzz words where they don’t apply and not doing research. You’re gonna look like a fool

P.S. If you don’t like BC in the role just say that. Don’t hide behind activism or claim he “stole” the role from your fav or a POC (this has been disproved so many times it’s ridiculous)

Two years go Clara tried to break up with Danny but nearly lost her mind instead

Something that is not often addressed with Doctor Who is that the concept of polyamory - the ability to be in love with more than one person at the same time - runs through many of its stories and characters. Series 8 was proof of this as we saw Clara in love with both the Doctor and Danny Pink at the same time. It had become a full-fledged love triangle in “Mummy on the Orient Express” as she began lying to both men in an attempt to keep both of them. And it came to a tragic climax in “Dark Water,” which aired two years ago today, as we see her reaction when Danny is killed, which leads to her betraying the Doctor.

The scene shown above has no precedent in Doctor Who - a companion losing control and trying to blackmail the Doctor into changing time (compare to “Father’s Day” - did we see Rose threatening to destroy the Doctor’s life so she could save her dad? No.) Fast forward a year and you’ll see the Doctor becoming the one to lose his mind from losing someone he loved. Parallels.

This is a bit of a long entry, so a break here out of courtesy for people viewing this on their dashboards before I explain why I believe Clara was going to end her relationship with Danny as this episode began.

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A day in the flash fandom

Interviewer: There would be no flash without Caitlin snow

Us: damn straight. She is always saving him

Wa: OMG but she is a doctor to a hero who heals himself

Us: season 1 episode 3. I doubt he could have saved himself from that meta human who turned into toxic gas

Wa: he heals himself




Wa: you’re racist

[Meeting The Brother] The Doctor x Reader

xvPrompt: @heaven-bound-angelrequested: Hey any chance of a crossover? Reader is Sherlock’s beastie and John’s kid sister, but they start to get worried cause she keeps going missing. Turns out she’s been traveling with the Doctor (nine if ya can, if not ten or eleven lol) & Sherlock does the whole deduce thing and it turns out that her & the Doctor really do love each other which has John going all protective over her & she explains how the Doctor saved her & how they need each other.. fluff. If not that’s okay keep up the good work.

Word Count: 957

Warnings: none

Sorry that I posted this so late! School just dropped a bunch of work on me. Hope you like it! <3

Baker Street was quiet.

It was one of the rare days where there were no clients, no cases from the Yard, or national security threats from Mycroft. You were sitting in John’s chair in front of the fireplace, with a cup of tea, and nose deep into a book. Your brother was on his laptop typing the latest case solved by a certain consulting detective.

Both of your heads snapped towards the door when it flung open, revealing Sherlock in bloody clothes and holding a bloody harpoon. John’s eyes widened, but you just sipped at your tea and sighed at the loss of the quiet, peaceful ambience.

“Well that was tedious.” Sherlock scoffed.

“You went on the tube like that?” John said, looking at him incredulously.

“None of the cabs would take me.” Sherlock scowled, annoyed.

He strode towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him. John looked over at you, and you shrugged, expecting this kid of behaviour from Sherlock. You sunk back into the chair, when you heard your phone go off, and smile at the caller ID. You answered the phone, while putting on your jacket, and telling the person you’ll be right out.

“Where you going?” John asked.

“Out, don’t wait up for me.” You said shutting the flat door.
John rolled his eyes.

Kids these days.


Sherlock had gone absolutely nuts.

Or at least that’s what John thinks. A client came in from Dartmoor claiming that some sort of mutant hellhound killed his father. John and Sherlock agreed to go and investigate more at Dartmoor, and Sherlock had started saying he had seen the hound too! John had told you to stay back in the flat, but with a hysterical Sherlock, he was going to need your help.

That’s when you asked a friend for a ride.

You arrived at Dartmoor quickly, and called John to pick you up. When he arrived, he seemed confused.

“How’d you get here so quickly?”

“Oh, I, uh, had Mycroft give me a lift.” You said awkwardly.

John seemed satisfied with your answer and told you everything that had happened. He told you Sherlock was currently at Henry’s house, and told you to talk to him, since he couldn’t get through to him.

When Sherlock saw you walk in, he cheered, “(Y/N)!” and continued to rummage through Henry’s cupboards.

“John said you’ve finally snapped.”

“John’s being over dramatic, it’s what he does,” he rolled his eyes, “which is why, I like you better,” He smiled and took a bit of sugar from Henry’s kitchen and decided to head outside.

You had gotten Sherlock to apologize to John, in his own Sherlock way, and you three had bumped into Lestrade at a pub. When John had gotten a lead on the mysterious hound, you decided to slip away and call a friend.

Sherlock casted a worried glance when you walked away, but decided you would be fine on your own.


When you arrived back at Baker Street, you were met with a very unhappy John.

“Why are you always going out?” He asked exasperated.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh for God’s sake! I’m not doing drugs if that’s what you’re worried about!” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“Is this a phase or something?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m 25!” You gaped at how unreasonable he was being.

Sherlock had been silent the entire time, when he heard soft footsteps.

“Would this be a bad time?” A voice said.

You looked over and saw the Doctor leaning on the doorway.

“Who the bloody hell are you?!” John was even more irritated now, “And how did you get in our flat?”

“I’m friend of (Y/N), John Smith, you must be her brother.” He said casually, and took John’s hand and shook it.

You walked over to the Doctor and smacked him in the chest.

“You show up at the worst times.”

“I’ll have you know my timing is impeccable.”

By now Sherlock was staring at the Doctor, you knew he was trying to deduce him.

“Why is that guy looking at me like that?”

“So how long have you been together?” Sherlock said suddenly.

“What?” John gaped.

“Oh come on John, it’s right there,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and rolled his eyes seeing as John still did not get it, “he’s clearly the ‘mysterious’ person she’s been disappearing off with, they clearly are incredibly close seeing as she gave him a key to the flat, they’re standing very close to each other, even though there’s more than enough free space around, that and the fact his arm is around her waist.”

That’s when you realized the Doctor had put his arm around your waist, and was hold you rather closely.

Seeing as John was close to exploding, you quickly started to explain how you met the Doctor and how he saved you from some really bad people that you had gotten mixed up with. John’s glare had softened, and turned into his usual concerned one.

“You, be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt,” you rolled your eyes and mouthed a “I’m 25” at him, and he turned to the Doctor, “You, hurt her, and I will hunt you down, I’ll make sure that you don’t have a future.” The Doctor, trying not to laugh at the sight of the 5 ft man try to intimidate him, nodded enthusiastically.

“Alright, anything else you’re hiding? Have a secret tattoo too?”

“Well actually, he’s an alie—” You started, but John was already going down the stairs, mumbling a “goddamned kids”, and headed out.

You turned to Sherlock.

“That went well, yeah?”

harrylukedracosgirl: Can I have an imagine where the reader (female) travels with 11 and she goes with the doctor to Craig Owens House and becomes the lodger with the doctor then at the end when they discover the person building a tardis she puts her hand on it instead of Craig to save the doctor and Craig helps her and the doctor get together thanks! btw love your blog!💕Best one out there and take all the time u need xx

I know I made you wait this long, and I’m so sorry. But, as of May 23, I have graduated from high school! I have been working on this one for awhile and it’s super long because of it, I hope you don’t mind! I had fun writing this one. Enjoy!


“Hold on, Y/N, we’ve gotta land the TARDIS. She’s overheating!” The Doctor screamed over the screeching of the TARDIS’ parking break.

You held tightly to the railings of the stairs while screaming back “But what about the buffet?”

“We’ve been traveling too much. Just like you and I need sleep, the TARDIS needs her rest. And she needs it NOOOOOW!” The TARDIS jerked abruptly and you could feel the box was falling rather than landing. The TARDIS stabilized for a moment and you climbed up the last couple steps to try and get a hold of the console.

You were footsteps away, until the TARDIS lurched you backwards and you were somersaulting. The room was spinning so fast—with all the colors blending together—it made you queasy. The front doors were forced open suddenly by your feet. While tumbling outside you heard the Doctor call out your name over your grunting.

Your stomach dropped at the thought of free-falling to your death, but it was too late; you could feel the wind on your neck. You struggled to grab the ledge of the floor and was certain it was the end. You never even had the chance to—


You felt a pointy object scratching at your face, which you knew to be grass. After your head stopped spinning, you opened your eyes to find out that you weren’t in fact falling to your death, but laying belly-down on an unknown front lawn. Behind the blue box was a road that framed a neighborhood full of identical flats, only differing in color.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” The Doctor sprinted out to check on you, helping you to your feet.

“I’m fine. Good thing we landed when we did.” You looked down at the base of the TARDIS, which was at least half a foot into the earth from the impact, and looked at the Doctor. “I need to go back inside and grab something.” You barely took one step before there was a small explosion coming from inside, and the Doctor pulled you back.

The doors swung themselves shut and the sound of popping and bumping leaked it’s way out. “Thanks.” You pat his shoulder. “Why are you smiling?” The Doctor was facing the flat that we had landed by.

He clapped his hands excitedly. “I know where we are!” And before you could ask where, he took your arm and dragged you to the front door of the flat. He pushed the doorbell button and awaited an answer while rocking on his heels. Inside the muffled echo of foot steps were nearing the doors and growing louder.

The door swung open and the Doctor threw his hands in the air. “Surprise!” The man who opened the door blinked in shock.

“Doctor?” He finally uttered after a minute of pure silence.

“Yes!” The Doctor lightly kissed both of the man’s cheeks in greeting. “And this is, Y/N, my companion.” He introduced and you gave a little wave. “Y/N, Craig. Craig, Y/N.”

Craig shook your hand. “It’s… nice to see you, but what are you doing here?”

The Doctor placed his hand on Craig’s shoulder. “I just thought I’d stop by, see how you and Stormageddon and Sophie were doing.” You glanced at him with a What-the-heck-are-you-talking-about frown.

Craig looked past you two at the TARDIS, which had some smoke puffing out the doors. “Doctor, it’s been years since we last met. Alfie is–”

“Daddy?” A small head appeared from behind Craig and the Doctor’s eyes lit up.

“Is this him?”

“Daddy, who are these people?” The boy, only about 5 or 6, tugged on his father’s shirt nearly pouting and in turn was lifted off the ground.

“This is your Aunty Y/N and your Uncle…”

“John!” You answered with a smile; going for his not-so-inconspicuous alias.

“Yeah, your aunty and uncle were just visiting. Come on in.” He guided you two inside and shut the door. “Sophie! We have visitors!” On the way to a door way on the other end of the hall, you caught yourself looking at the pictures hanging up on the wall. The pictures all contained Craig and another woman, who you figured was Sophie, and progressed to pictures of a pregnant Sophie, then baby Alfie. The pictures seemed to capture all their emotions perfectly, and smiled.

“Craig? Was Alfie asking for ice cream? I already told him it’d spoil his appetite.” In the kitchen was the woman from the photographs, Sophie, and her hair was up in a very messy bun that was almost no longer a bun. Her eyes then shifted to us. “Doctor?” Sophie blinked. “And who’s this?” You introduced yourself.

“Do we have that room cleaned out?” Craig set Alfie down.

“Yes but,” Sophie glanced over at us, “it’s not prepared for visitors…”

“Sorry, again, about the sudden… erm, visit.” You apologized and elbowed the Doctor lightly.

“Yes. Now, there isn’t an upstairs floor, right?” Craig and Sophie laughed, and the Doctor kept a straight face.

“No, Doctor, there’s no upstairs for sure.” Craig patted the Doctor’s shoulder and then faced Sophie. “I’ll go get that room ready.”


For the next month you both stayed in the flat waiting for the TARDIS to repair herself; it must’ve been a pretty bad blow if it was taking this long to repair. Honestly, you thought she’d run much better if the Doctor didn’t leave the parking break on, but he insisted on doing so because the noise was cool to him.

It wasn’t surprising that strange things started to happen while you were there. It all started when you were sitting on the back porch early in the morning, with a cup of tea in hand. The birds were just starting to being their songs, and the low hum of the insects could be heard. The sun was just beginning to rise, and movement to your right caught your eye. You thought nothing of it, and continued to drink your tea. It was probably a bird… You thought to yourself. The others started to wake up and you went inside.

“Doctor, can we go do something?” You asked him with a slight whine.

“I’d love to, but what can we do?”

You’d been travelling with him for so long that you didn’t know what to do other than your usual adventurous endeavors. For your it was strange having to come back to the “real world,” and try to do normal things. “We could go on a walk, or go to the park with Alfie and Craig!”

“That sounds like a great idea.” Sophie sighed and the Doctor shrugged.

“Sure! Why not?” He looked to Craig for his opinion.

“I’ll go get Alfie ready.” In about 10 minutes you were all headed out the door with something in your guys’ hands. Alfie had the football, the Doctor held some snacks, you held the water bottles, and Craig held Alfie’s hand. “The park’s just a couple blocks away.”

Once at the park, Craig let Alfie free to do whatever he wanted while he supervised from a nearby bench, and you walked around on the footpath with the Doctor. “So, after the TARDIS is done with repairs, where do you want to go?”

You looked down at your feet in thought. This was like the equivalent to What do you want for dinner? and having no idea. You’d gone to many places with the Doctor, it was hard to tell when and where you wanted to go. You always ended up choosing some importance piece of history that you were interested in, and the Doctor never fully understood why. He’d always say something like, “There’s endless amounts of planets and universes, and you choose to stick with Earth?”

“I don’t know… Why don’t you surprise me?” You shrugged.

“You sure there’s nowhere you really want to go?”

“I’m sure…” You looked at the playground to notice that even as early as it was, there were at least a dozen kids playing. Alfie caught sight of you, and waved excitedly. With a smile you waved back; this past month you’d really bonded with Alfie. Since Sophie was at work most of the day, you’d offered to act as babysitter.

You headed over to Craig to join him on the bench, and Alfie ran your guys’ way.

“Aunty Y/N, will you play football with me?” You looked down and set your hand on his head.

“I’m not the greatest when it comes to sports, kiddo.” You answered with a nervous chuckle.

“But your uncle over here is great at football.” Craig quickly interjected. You raised a brow.

Alfie didn’t even wait for an answer. “Let’s go!” He dragged the Doctor to the sparse field and started to kick the ball back and forth. You sat down next to Craig and watched the two boys play together. Soon the Doctor kicked the ball up in the air and showed off some tricks like bouncing the ball between his knees or balancing it on his head. He looked over at you and grinned with a little wave.

“He likes you, you know.” Craig’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked away from both the Doctor and Craig. “I can tell. Sophie can tell. Hell, even Alfie is convinced you two are married.”

“You really think so?” You rubbed the fabric of your coat with your pointer finger and thumb nervously.

He sighed. “I know so. It’s all in the way he talks about you, and he’s always giving you ‘the look.’”

“’The look?’ I don’t think he likes me. I don’t do anything but follow him around. He’s always doing the saving and I’m always doing the following.”

He  didn’t have the chance to reply because the Doctor was running back to your bench. “Alfie says he needs to go to the little boys’ room. I’m not quite sure what that means but I assume you do.” He gave his usual little I-don’t-really-know-honestly laughs and Craig got up. “Alfie!” The Doctor called as he turned around and there was no response. “Alfie?” Craig froze.

His eyes wandered to the Doctor, once filled with fear and worry now with fury. “Where is my son, Doctor?”

“He was behind me–I swear!”

“H couldn’t have gone far, let’s go!” You  put a hand on their shoulders and ran to the field where they were playing. “Alfie!”


“Alfie! Where are you?”

The only response was kids playing on the playground. You ran from one end of the park to the other, desperately calling for Alfie You were about to turn back, but then caught a quick glance of his familiar red coat. Your heart started to race “Alfie!” He didn’t seem to hear, and continued to walk towards a little shed-like building. “Guys!” The other two ran towards you.

“Where is he? Did you find him?” Craig looked around hopefully.

“He went into that little building. You think it’s the bathrooms?”

“The nearest bathrooms are about a block away…” Craig started to run, and the Doctor looked over at you. His usual childish grin was plastered across his face.

“Somehow we always end up running, don’t we?”

“It seems so, doesn’t it?” You shook your head with an eye roll and followed Craig.

“Alfie!” Craig was pounding on the door of the small building. “Doctor!” He needn’t say anymore, because the Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and unlocked the door in seconds. Craig ran in and almost immediately sprinted to his son, who was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, head hidden from view. “Alfie, I’m here!”

Craig was suddenly thrown away from Alfie, and was being pulled by a force towards what looked like a console. You realized that it was bigger on the inside, much like the TARDIS. “Doctor!” He yelled, and the Doctor was ready to leap and save him. However, you beat him to it and pushed him towards Alfie with all your strength.

“Y/N, no!” The Doctor nearly tripped when he realized what you were doing. You honestly had no idea what was going on, but knew you needed to move Craig out of the way. The Doctor took a hold of your arm and tried to resist the invisible force pulling you towards the console which had an indentation strikingly similar to the shape of a hand. “What are you doing?”

“I’m done with sitting around waiting for you to save me or anyone! I want to help! I want to be important!” You cried and the Doctor stopped pulling.

“But you are important, Y/N. You’re important to me,” the force pulled harder on the two of you, “and I’m not going to let you think otherwise.” Your hand was just inches from the console. “Now, when your hand touches this, it’s going to hurt like no other pain you’ve ever felt. I need you to focus on the idea of staying. I don’t care where, but you need to feel like you really want to stay put wherever you are.” You nodded, and he let your hand come in contact with the console.

He was right: It hurt like hell. You did as he said and focused on staying. You wanted to stay with the Doctor, in the TARDIS, and continue with the life you had started with him. You didn’t want to go back to your life before, you wanted to stay with the Doctor; he was your best friend.

You heard a loud pop and saw a flash of light and realized that the invisible force was lifted from you. You freed your hand and hugged the Doctor. “You did good, Y/N.” He patted your back.

“Let’s head home, I think that we all deserve a little break.” Craig interrupted and you let go of the Doctor.


When you returned, Craig informed Sophie on your guys’ adventure, and she flipped. After ten minutes of worrying, she sent Alfie off to his room to play and sunk into one of the dining room chairs with a long frustrated sigh. You turned to leave the room, but Craig ran after you. “Y/N.” He guided you out to the hallway.

“What’s wrong?”

“Take these,” he handed you some small pieces of paper, “they’re coupons for this place Soph and I like to go to.”

“What–” You tried to return them.

“Go, take the Doctor.” He insisted and you looked up into the kitchen. The Doctor was attempting to prepare lunch for Sophie, and was miserably failing. 

“Fine.” You stuffed the coupons in your pocket and ran back into the kitchen. “C’mon, Doctor, we’re heading out.”

“Where?” He took your hand with confusion.

“On a date!”

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited


Sienna met Anaya Galvaz who she met at yoga class, Summer Holiday & Liberty Lee at the local bar for a few drinks.

Bartab a round of cool aid for me & my beaches; please!

Sienna: So this chick finds a fit dude on simder and agrees to meet him for drinks.  They meet up and she’s like. She: so your a doctor ay, must be great saving lives and shit.  He:  uhm…I’m a nurse!?!.  Her: But on your simber profile it clearly say’s Dr. Cooper, and that’s like the only reason I agreed to meet you!?! Him: Damn auto correct ^_>

Anaya: Dude 



Oh, yeah. Rang school and parents. Yes, of course. Thought that was the priority.