tardis girl

Bad Day?

Title: Bad Day?

Imagine: Sam and Dean cheering you up after a bad day.

Request: Hi girly can you please do an imagine where the reader is having a really bad day and her brothers cheer her up? Sorry I’m just having an awful day and I need something to cheer me up.

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: A really, really bad day.

Note: Hope this is what you wanted! Tumblr’s being aggravating right now.

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis @tom-is-in-my-tardis @jessicarossouw @evyiione @brooklynnewsie1899 @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish@saveprettydays @lilygolds11

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Wake up!” A voice yelled in your ear.

You groaned and opened your tired eyes. Your brothers stood on both sides of your bed, both of them fully clothed.

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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

Moffat said recently that Clara was no longer the apprentice, she had “sort of become the Doctor”. But audacious doesn’t even begin to cover him following through on that all the way. This is where we leave Clara Oswald, zipping around time and space in her own Tardis, with her own companion Ashildr, stuck in the moment between two heartbeats, accepting of her fate, but taking her sweet time about it along the way. Crucially, she turned the Doctor’s duty of care back onto him, flip-reversing the nature of Donna Noble’s exit years ago. In ostensibly killing off his companion, Moffat delivered possibly the most upbeat ending we’ve ever seen.

Title: Acceptance

Imagine: John finding out that you’re bisexual.

Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific

Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: None.

Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis @tom-is-in-my-tardis @jessicarossouw @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @evyiione @brooklynnewsie1899 @saveprettydays

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Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does, then you all would be gone within the week.

That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you.

“(Y/N), are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.

“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”

You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You slid into the back with Sam.

“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.

“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.

“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.

“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “(Y/N)!”

“Oh. N-no, sir,” You forced your eyes away and back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.

You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod.

“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.

“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.

“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.

“Why is school so confusing?” You head hit the table and you grumbled.

“Well-” Sam began.

“Sam.” John spoke.

“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.

“Go stand out there with Dean.” John commanded.

“Can I just fin-”

“Now, boy!”

Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was standing. You heard John clear his throat.

“So, (Y/N), when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”

You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.

“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?

“Y-yes…sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.

“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”


“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “As long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.

“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.

“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”

I'm Only Human

Title: I’m Only Human

Imagine: Sam and Dean seeing your bruises and saving you from your abusive boyfriend.

Request:Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot (this may be triggering) where your Sam and Dean’s younger sister and your boyfriend is abusive and you try to always make up lies on how you got the Bruises all over your arms and your brothers know something is wrong so they follow you and they have to save you when your bf starts to abuse you. Thank you!

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: TRIGGERING. Abuse. Minor language.

Note: Stories are coming out in random order, work with me.

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis@tom-is-in-my-tardis @jessicarossouw @brooklynnewsie1899 @evyiione @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

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Originally posted by mysteryof-darkness

Your fingers ran over the lightly colored bruises, knowing they would come in just as dark as the rest. You stood in front of your mirror, in your room at the bunker. You pulled your tank top up slowly to show more bruising on your stomach.

A single tear ran down your cheek. A Winchester shouldn’t be like this. You should be able to stand up to your boyfriend, but every time you try, it just makes it worse.

A knock on your closed door alerted you.

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Sam always knocked before entering. Dean, however, wasn’t so aware of the thing called privacy.

“Uh, yeah, Sam. You can come in.” You yanked your top down and pulled your flannel on to cover your arms. Sam stepped through the doorway and looked at you.

“Hey, Dean said come out when you’re ready. We may have found something.” Sam turned his head a little at your appearance. Messy hair, no shoes, and one sleeve rolled up while the other rested on your wrist. A little questionable, but he left you alone.

You sighed. Fixing yourself up, you headed out five minutes later.

“Hey, (Y/N/N). There you are. Come look at this.” Dean called you to the table, which was covered in papers and old books. You stood by your brother and he began explaining the case, but you blocked most of it out. The only thing that was in your mind was your boyfriend, you were supposed to go see him again later today.

You still couldn’t believe it, he had been so nice when you first met him. You had secretly began dating him so Sam and Dean wouldn’t know. Anytime you skipped a day, the abuse was worse the next visit. Now, you realize that was a big mistake. Not only would your brothers put your boyfriend in the hospital, but put you in there as well for not telling them.

For all they knew, the hours you spent in your room were hours with your boyfriend.

Dean bumped your arm accidentally while moving.

“Sorry, (Y/N),” Dean began, but stopped once he saw you wince. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You tried to cover it up, but Dean grabbed your arm. He pulled up your sleeve just enough to see the pattern of dark spots on your skin and you didn’t have the energy to pull away.

“Sammy. Sam, get over here!” Dean’s grip got tighter as Sam walked over. They both stared at you, waiting for an explanation.

“Look, I just hit myself in my doorway too many times. I swear, that door has it out for me,” You lied. Hoping they would buy it, you pulled your arms back and yanked your sleeve back down. “Now, the case sounds interesting, but I’m tired. I’ll be in my room, sleeping.” Another lie. You walked back towards your room, getting ready to head out.

“We’re going to find out what that really is.” Dean said as soon as you were out of earshot. Sam agreed without hesitation.

You managed to make it out of the bunker without getting caught, which was strange. Normally it took a few minutes to hide and sneak out, but Sam and Dean were no where in sight.

You began the walk down the road, not daring to take a vehicle in case someone notice. You were unaware of your brothers following you, far enough behind to keep you clueless, but close enough to see you.

“Does she do this every time?” Sam whispered to his older brother.

“She better not.” Dean’s voice held anger at your actions.

You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Any strength you had left would be gone after tonight. The door opened just enough for you to slide in, but not enough to see who was on the other side.

“What’s she doing in there?” Dean’s hushed voice made its way to Sam. “I’m really worried now.” He kept his eyes on the small window, waiting for any signs of movement.

“Dean, look!” Sam pointed towards the window. Your figure could be made out from behind the curtain, but there was someone else with you. The boys remained still until the figure pushed you to the ground.

Sam and Dean jumped up and rushed in towards the door.

A loud banging made your boyfriend stop. He stared at you, anger filled his eyes.

“You led them here?! Bitch!” He slapped across the face and took off running towards the back. The door bust open and your brothers ran next to you.

“(Y/N)?” Sam crouched beside you.

“Where’s that son of a bitch?” Dean’s voice was filled with anger. Anger you hadn’t heard in a long time. Your finger pointed towards the hallway. Dean followed the hall and ran in the back room.

“Sam?” You looked up. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Sam pulled you into him, giving you a reassuring hug. A loud noise made both of your heads snap towards the direction it came from. A few seconds later, Dean walked out. His hands stained with blood…

“We’ll talk about this,” Dean motioned to the room around him, “later. For right now, let’s get back to the bunker.” He walked out without another word.

“I’m in trouble aren’t I?” You gave your best innocent face.

“Oh, yeah.” Sam nodded.


Amy: “When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend. The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. But he wasn’t imaginary. He was real. I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too. Raggedy Man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding! I found you. I found you in words like you knew I would. That’s why you told me the story. The brand new ancient blue box. Oh clever, very clever. Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.”


We’re all stories in the end… just make it a good one, eh?

“With every victory, the town celebrated. In time, the Doctor seemed to forget he lived any other life. And the people of the town came to love the man who stayed for Christmas.”

‘Come with me’

  Meet the 13th Doctor, played by Hayley Atwell (please BBC, Universe-make it happen). Seeing as Twelve is on his way out, I can’t think of a more perfect candidate! This ended up taking 16 hours (after 5 hours-worth of work got lost when my computer crashed). I put a lot of detail into this, from individual hair strands, to the writing on the key on the necklace (send help- its all I can see now)- I really hope you like it! 

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