#Doc x Clara

[nemmet]

hello bttf tumblr, i offer you an edit that started out as a joke but i inevitably got way too into

#i need you to know that when i got the timing of the slap just right i laughed so hard i got a stomachache #rip clara she would have loved taylor swift 😔 #back to the future #bttf #bttf edit #doc brown #emmett brown #clara clayton #doc x clara #nem misc posts :] #dr nemmet brown at your service!

[incorrectbttfquotes]

(During Part III)

Marty: Look, Doc, I know you’re upset about Clara, so I came here to help you out.

Doc: I’m not upset.

Marty: Seamus said he found you in the town square, throwing rocks at old couples.

Doc: WHY SHOULD THEY BE HAPPY?!

#Back to the Future #BTTF #Marty McFly #Doc Brown #Doc Emmett Brown #Emmett Brown #Clara Clayton #Doc x Clara #Doc Brown x Clara #Doc Brown x Clara Clayton #Doc Emmett Brown x Clara Clayton #Emmett x Clara #Incorrect Quote #Back to the Future Incorrect Quote #BTTF Incorrect Quote #Source: Scrubs

[tonsillessscum]

#dr who #doctor who #dw #dw memes #doctor who text posts #classic who #nuwho #12th Doctor #peter capaldi #theta sigma #thoschei #twist #koschei #missy!master #missy doctor who #michelle gomez #third doctor #Jon pertwee #the master #roger delgado #delgado!master #13th Doctor #jodie whittaker #clara oswin oswald #clara oswald #clara x twelve #whouffaldi #dhawan!master #spy!doc #sacha dhawan

[victoryreport]

  ❝ I’m sure Mr. Svarog can compensate you for your time and energy… ❞

  She’s clinging to Sampo’s back, arms loosely wound around his neck, her legs wrapped around his torso. It’s a safer alternative to the cement floor littered with debris and dirty shards of broken glass. Some areas of Rivet Town are left in a decrepit state, often an obstacle course for the shoeless wonder to navigate without hurting herself. 

  It’s not that she has anything against shoes personally, they’re very lovely and useful to some! But they leave her feet sore, and ultimately Clara prefers to go without them if possible.  @ddazzlingblds

#ddazzlingblds #x. muse : clara #a random clara 4 u <: #this has been sitting in my docs for days ldksjfsdf I've just been tired

[josketches]

new who docs + flowers x

9 - roses. black roses symbolize mourning (for gallifrey) and lavender roses symbolize 'unique love' (with rose).

10 - gladiolus. they represent strength, remembrance (for his planet), and integrity. red symbolizes love, yellow compassion, and purple charm/mysteriousness.

11 - delphinium. cheerfulness, silliness, levity and attachment (mostly to amy).

12 - zinnias. they symbolize never forgetting friends/loved ones or their lasting impact and affection. 12 had the most development, most of it having to do with clara and other close friends.

13 - daffodils. rebirth, new beginnings, and energy. she was a new era, fresh joyful eyes with endless energy.

#doctor who #fanart #art #13th doctor #jodie whittaker #dr who #bbc #thirteenth doctor #illustration #david tennant #10th doctor #12th doctor #peter capaldi #9th doctor #christopher eccleston #Matt smith #11th doctor

[agent-barnes40]

Wrong Doctor

11th Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x Reader (Romantic) (Background)

You run into the right blue box, just wrong regeneration

angst

You saw that glorious blue box on the corner of the street and you turned to give The Master a kiss on the cheek. "I promise she'll drop me off at the same time I left, it should only be like a minute."

The Master scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'll see you when I see you next."

You laughed softly and let go of his hands, running toward the box and throwing the doors open, turning to wave at The Master before stepping inside. "Okay doc! I'm here! What's today's adventure?"

You stilled, seeing the warm silver interior and the railings. You knew you should've just walked out of this TARDIS, just stepped right back out and left whoever's TARDIS this was confused. You didn't get a chance when a man came rushing up stairs to see who you were.

"Who are you?" The man asked and you smiled softly, turning to close the TARDIS doors behind you.

You raised your hands and slowly turned. "I'm a friend, hopefully."

"What do you mean hopefully?" The man asked, reaching to fiddle with his bowtie and you chuckled softly.

"Are you The Doctor or The Master?" You asked right back.

The man stilled and his hand stopped and he started to step towards you and you instinctively stepped back, knowing you could just step outside and hopefully your Master would still be there. The man stopped and looked at how you pressed up against the TARDIS door.

"I'm The Doctor." The Doctor replied and you immediately relaxed.

You lowered your arms adjusted your shirt. "Do I look familiar to you?"

The Doctor shook his head and you know he saw the sadness that flashed on your face. "If you had been my companion, I would've remembered you instantly."

"That's sweet, Doc."

"Thank you." You fiddled with your hands and studied his face. You smiled a bit when you noticed that familiar look in The Doctor's eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Your eyes have the same spark my Doctor does."

"Your Doctor? I date you?"

"Oh no! I have a boyfriend, his name's O."

"Oh."

"Yeah, that's it!"

The two of you laughed and you had a larger smile on your face. You grimaced a bit as you remember the pain that letter and name would cause The Doctor in the future. This Doctor grabbed your hand and pulled you deeper into the TARDIS, gently pushing you to sit in the chair attached to the railing. You looked up at him and rose your brow.

"You looked like you were in pain and about to apologize for something." The Doctor said and you smiled softly.

"Now, you mentioned The Master, how do you know him?"

You stilled and had to quickly think. "Doc, I can't tell you. I'd be spoiling the future."

He shook his head, his hair flopping. "I'm gonna forget, I promise."

You rose a brow and laughed softly. "That's not what my Doctor says. You remember everything except crossing into your own time stream."

The two of you jumped when the TARDIS doors opened and a young woman with brown hair came rushing in, pushing the doors closed and you recognized her immediately from UNIT's memorial wall. "Clara Oswald."

Clara stilled instantly at your voice and turned, and relaxed seeing The Doctor there. "Do I know you?"

The Doctor looked between the two of you and grin appeared on his face. "So Clara still travels with me?"

You nodded, and gestured to the woman. "Of course, she's right there!"

The Doctor's face scrunched and you had to note how your Doctor's face scrunched differently when she thought. "No! In the future!"

Clara's eyes widened and stepped closer. "Your from the future."

You reached a hand out, introducing yourself. "It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Oswald."

The Doctor looked at your face and how you introduced yourself, as if you were meeting someone who was going to die, like how his companions would to someone in the past.

His hearts sank, and didn't realize when you got up to look around. Your eyes catching the swirling Gallifreyan symbols on the roof and you blinked before looking away. Clara and The Doctor watched as you moved with ease and pressed your hand to the wall. "Hey, Doctor."

The Doctor looked directly at you and raised a brow. "What's up?"

Clara shot him a look as you stepped down the stairs, back to the two of them. "Your gonna have to take me on an adventure. Time Traveler's rules. Future you said you took me somewhere, with Clara."

The TARDIS started to beep as you instinctively turned to look at the monitors, reaching to press buttons. The Master had taught you how to read a TARDIS's noises and you moved in sync with this younger Doctor. The Doctor stopped for a moment and looked at you.

"You're a Time Lord, aren't you?" He asked and you let out a sharp laugh, loud and it rang through the console room.

"Not even close, someone taught me how to read and listen to a TARDIS." You didn't mean to slip up, and that's when you realized that's why your Doctor keeps you close but far at the same time, this memory, this moment right here.

"What do you mean someone taught you?" The Doctor asked and you shook your head.

"I slipped up, don't think to much about this." You said, firmly, a tone you'd take when talking to The Master.

The Doctor flipped a switch on the TARDIS console and the lights went dark and the TARDIS went into a low whirring noise.

"You're going to tell me who you are, and who taught you how to pilot a TARDIS." The Doctor ordered and you sighed.

"I'm a companion from the future, my Doctor must've messed up the time on dropping me off. She said she'd be back in a minute, when that minute passed, your TARDIS was down the street." You said, reaching to fiddle with the ring the Master had gotten you.

The Doctor shook his head and looked at Clara. "Go get settled in your room, I'll come get you."

Clara looked between the two of you before nodding and heading off deeper into the TARDIS. You watched and looked at him. His eyes settled on you and you realized the darkness that sat in them, very much like your Doctor's when The Master entered the room.

"I'm a friend of yours and Kate Lethbridge-Stewart. I work for Unit part time while traveling with you, future you. She is the best thing to come into my life and if this experience is the reason why you treat me the way you do then I get it now." You rambled, fear spiking.

"You keep me at arms length, even when I know what I'm saying and doing in that moment. You don't trust me in the future and that means I say something here! I say something that gives me the worst experience with a time traveling alien. You made me question if I was making the right choice, hopping in this box with you, Yaz, Graham, and Ryan! I hadn't even known them until I met you!" You didn't mean to explode, your finger had started to poke in his chest, pressing harder each time you went off.

"You made me want to leave so much that when the next person came along with a TARDIS, I started traveling with him too! I'm running in-between two TARDIS's, two very different lives because of you." You pulled back and took a deep breath, pulling the ring you had out of your pocket and shoving it onto your ring finger, not caring much anymore.

"And now, I'm being interrogated by you. Someone who doesn't even know me, what I've gone through to keep standing here, to keep running two different lives because I can't give you up! Your kindness to the universe, your kindness to the kids who are saying that the cracks in their walls scare them!" Your words shot a hole into his hearts, as Amy and Rory flashed in his mind and you stepped back, taking another deep breath.

"I think I know what I said to make future you keep me at arms length and I don't want to say it. I don't want to." You said, your voice breaking as you look at the TARDIS doors.

"Then don't say it. You don't have to." The Doctor whispered and you flicked switches on the TARDIS console, waking the machine back up.

You shook your head, you were taught on what could happen if time didn't go as it should. "I have to. I have no other choice. The Doctor.. my Doctor made it clear what could happen if i didn't, I could kill people that should be alive, I could fragment the universe down to its soul. I will not let more death's coat my hands."

The Doctor felt just as he did when he married River Song. Another River standing in front of him, except this River knew what needed to be done instead of staying away from him. You knew you couldn't stop this, you had to do this.

You looked over at him, and took another deep breath. "Take me on one last adventure with you, Doctor. I don't care where or when. Just give me one last happy exciting adventure with you before I go back to The Master and stop traveling with you forever."

The Doctor's hearts stopped as he stared at you and you felt like it was your Doctor staring at you. That stare of knowing something but can't share it. That pitying look when you look at your phone and she thinks you weren't looking at her too. You know it now. You ended your time with her with a completely different Doctor.

~

The Master slid back into his TARDIS and let out a deep breath, he knew he had to let you go eventually. He knew what the date was, and he knew exactly when he had dropped you off. You were getting exhausted traveling between him and her and he knew he had the power to stop it. He knew you were going to chose The Doctor over him and absolutely refused to look your death date up ever again, to see if it had changed.

~

The Doctor stared at her console, staring at what The TARDIS had pulled up on you, just as she had done with all her companions and read the dates on the monitor. You were setting your room up and she could hear your laughter as you got to know Yaz, Graham, and Ryan. She couldn't help but be upset as she came across your page, after reading the others and she swiftly turned it off as she checked the date you were born and when you died. The day you died was the date she had first met you and she was powerless to stop it, she couldn't change a thing.

#Dhawan!Master x reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

[dinofromspac3]

Time Lords get Sick too

Clara Oswald x Time Lord!Reader

Summary: Being a Time Lord, Y/n didn’t tend to sleep, so when their girlfriend, Clara, finds them in their room on the TARDIS fast asleep she worries.

Third person, they/them pronouns, 11th Doctor makes an appearance

Fluff.

Clara woke up on her own, this morning. That never happened. Mornings on the TARDIS usually began with her partner, Y/N, waking her up by jumping on her and attacking her with kisses.

But not this morning.

Clara went looking for Y/N, confused and concerned about why this morning was different. She found them in their room, curled up in a pile of blankets, fast asleep. At first, Clara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but quickly that smile faded when she saw the sweat on Y/N’s brow and the troubled look on their face, like they were having bad dreams.

She went up to them, brushing some hair away from their face, and immediately she noticed how warm they felt. She had placed her hand on their forehead and Y/N jolted awake at the sensation of Clara’s cold skin.

“Shh shh,” she brushed her fingers through their hair. “It’s okay, it’s only me.”

“Clara?” Y/N questioned as they came to their senses. “What happened?”

Clara smiled empathetically. “You didn’t wake me up today. I came to find you,” she explained. “You’re burning up, Y/N/N.” She frowned, still running her fingers through their hair.

“Oh, am I?” They said confused, their brain still very clearly not fully awake. Clara frowned, and placed a loving kiss to their forehead. Y/N shivered pulling the blankets tighter around themself.

“Y/N/N, I think you might be sick,” she said softly. “I’m gonna go get the Doctor, stay here, okay?” Y/N just closed their eyes, and Clara knew they weren’t going anywhere at the moment.

~

A few minutes later, Clara came back with the Doctor. He kneeled down, next to Y/N and felt their forehead, waking them up again, as they had quickly fallen back to sleep since.

“Hey, hey you,” he cooed. “You’re in one hell of state.”

“Still not as bad as you, mate,” Y/N poked fun, making the Doctor chuckle quietly. Then he took out his screwdriver and did a quick scan. “So what’s the diagnosis, Doc?”

He looked at his screwdriver and read it’s results. “Ah, I thought as much.”

“What? What is it?” Clara wondered, a faint bit of worry in her voice. She’d never seen Y/N sleep before, and clearly they were sick. She didn’t know how bad it was, but the Doctor didn’t seem so worried, which eased her nerves a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Clara,” he turned to her with a smile. “It’s just a rough bit of Noctis Fever, essentially a time lord’s flu.” He tossed his screwdriver once in the air, and put it back in jacket. “Plenty of rest, and they’ll be back on their feet in no time.”

Clara smiled, sighing in relief at the news. “Oh, that’s a relief. I don’t know why, I didn’t realize time lords could get sick.”

“Of course we can,” the Doctor scoffed at the idea. “We’re not gods, Clara.” Then he smiled and gave Clara a pat on the head, before leaving the room. She sat down besides Y/N, and resumed stroking their hair as before. Y/N smiled at the contact, but still was shivering.

“Your hand is cold,” they said, quietly. Clara let out a soft breath of a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, tucking them into their blankets. “How about this, I’m going to go make you the classic, human remedy to all sicknesses, a nice warm bowl of soup. How does that sound?”

Y/N smiled, loving Clara even more in this moment. “That sounds nice,” they nodded.

“I’ll be right back,” Clara smiled again, and left for the kitchens.

~

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#clara oswald x reader #clara oswald #doctor who #fanfic #clara oswald x timelord reader #doctor who x y/n #doctor who x reader #11th doctor #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor x platonic reader

[greengirlfight]

💚GREEN GIRL BRACKET!💚

Here's the official bracket for the Green Girl Fight! The first round of polls will be posted in 4 parts, and each part will last a week. Round 1 polls will be tagged as #round 1, and I should have the first part up by June 26th! So start getting your propaganda ready!

Full list of names under the cut!

Elphaba/Wicked Witch of the West (Wicked/Wizard of Oz) VS Mossie (Cattails)

Takane Yamashiro (Touhou) VS Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)

Tree Hugger (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Rottytops (Shantae)

Collei (Genshin Impact) VS Emira Blight (The Owl House)

Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia) VS Demeter (Lore Olympus)

Lime Cookie (Cookie Run) VS Usura (Princess Tutu)

Nott the Brave (Critical Role) VS FF/Foo Fighters (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure)

Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom) VS Saria (Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time)

Leaf Fairy Aoba (Guardian Tales) VS Kyoshi (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Jade Harley (Homestuck) VS Freya Fatima (Coffee Talk)

Wakasagihime (Touhou) VS Nevanthi (AFK Arena)

Frankie Stein (Monster High) VS Sam (Totally Spies)

Cure Oasis (Tropical Rogue Precure) VS Fauna (Sleeping Beauty)

Green M&M (M&M's Candy) VS Tiki (Fire Emblem)

The Dolorosa (Homestuck) VS Polaris (X-Men)

Mew Lettuce (Tokyo Mew Mew) VS Jessica Cruz (Green Lantern)

Doc Ock (Spiderverse) VS Sandy (TokiDoki: Cactus Friends)

Aisha (Winx Club) VS Fire (DC Comics)

Cure March (Smile Precure) VS Illusen (Neopets)

Lottie Person/Snotgirl (Snotgirl) VS Mashiro Kuna (Bleach)

Rhea (Fire Emblem) VS Ermes (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure)

Number 3/Kuki Sanban (Codename: Kids Next Door) VS Tisiphone (Hades)

Nasmira Satrinava (The Arcana Mystic Romance) VS Mei (Lego Monkie Kid)

Porrim Maryam (Homestuck) VS Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon) VS Pidge Holt (Voltron Legendary Defender)

Divine Beast of Harvest Mayreel (Guardian Tales) VS Disgust (Inside Out)

Vendetta (Making Friends) VS Scarah Screams (Monster High)

Terrible Tornado (One Punch Man) VS Gwen Mortia (Sleepless Domain)

INFP (MBTI) VS Hera Syndulla (Star Wars Rebels)

Buttercup (Powerpuff Girls) VS Cure Mint (Yes! Precure 5)

Peridot (Steven Universe) VS L'Archel (Fire Emblem)

Granny Smith (My Little Pony) VS Willow Park (The Owl House)

Nowi (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Tsuyu Asui (My Hero Academia)

Peridot (Cucumber Quest) VS Cheadle Yorkshire (Hunter x Hunter)

Kirika Akatsuki (Symphogear) VS Tinkerbell (Disney Fairies)

Cure Felice (Mahoutsukai Precure) VS Minty (My Little Pony G3)

Amphitrite (Lore Olympus) VS Artemis (Hades)

Gamora (Marvel) VS Shiho Hinomori (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty) VS Fearne Callaway (Critical Role)

Candice Catnipp (Bleach) VS Fink (OK KO!)

Miss Edel (Princess Tutu) VS Test Tube (Inanimate Insanity)

Honey Swamp (Monster High) VS Heather Duke (Heathers)

Harpy Gee (Harpy Gee) VS Sanae Kochiya (Touhou)

Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure) VS Lyn (Fire Emblem)

Sailor Neptune (Sailor Moon) VS Fiona (Shrek)

Marie (Splatoon) VS CC (Code Geass)

Flayn (Fire Emblem) VS Penny Polendina (RWBY)

Setsuna Tokage (My Hero Academia) VS Anode (Transformers IDW)

Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon) VS Chie Satonaka (Persona 4)

Rosie Cotton (Lord of the Rings) VS Gumi (Vocaloid)

Eternity Larva (Touhou) VS Mallow (Pokémon)

Gavial (Arknights) VS Nene Kusanagi (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) VS Marina (Splatoon)

Kaede Kayano (Assassination Classroom) VS Inko Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Byleth (Fire Emblem Three Houses) VS Toph Beifong (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Te Fiti (Moana) VS Rina Touin (Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi Pitch)

Venus McFlytrap (Monster High) VS Palmon (Digimon Adventure)

Tekno the Canary (Sonic) VS Ceres Fauna (HoloLive)

Cure Milky (Star Twinkle Precure) VS Shego (Kim Possible)

Clara Valac (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun!) VS Dusa (Hades)

Futaba Sakura (Persona 5) VS Poison Ivy (DC Comics)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS Rika (Pokémon Scarlet & Violet)

Surge the Tenrec (Sonic) VS She-Hulk (Marvel)

Sothis (Fire Emblem Three Houses) VS Rue (Sleepless Domain)

#green girl fight #brackets

[inklores]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒.

pairing: henry!sherlock holmes x fem!oc

summary: sherlock holmes needs to find his intrepid little sister. clara bedi wants to keep his sharp nose off her trail. (word count: 3.1k)

content contains: fluff, sherlock being bad with women, slight strangers to lovers but they're both smart idiots

author's note: made originally for a class assignment but i'm too proud of it to keep it hidden away in my google docs!! enjoy

FUMES OF SMOKE lifting from the corners of his lips, he thumbed the lapis silk tie the pamphlet was bound by. The rhythmic movement was a rehearsed habit of his, charting keen thoughts that were falling into place.

Tea in the Parlor

Magazine of Modern Womanhood

25 April 1884

“A Problem With No Name. I’ve first heard that uttered so solemnly beneath the breath of a mother amid other mothers over the scent of teacakes and the English brew that her hands had surely processed the week before. Another cried. As your humble magazine writer, there have been women beyond our teatime who had answers to my questions. Those who sort matchsticks in factories, who raise children, who nurse other children. Those who live in the fine estates of Westminster, lodging houses along Greater London, and flats bordering Whitechapel, all have the same problem. The groping truths to their lamentations, brought into light when the children were away and their husbands attended to important business over a glass of sherry at their gentleman’s clubs,—”

Something more than a scoff and less than a laugh escaped Holmes.

“—were provoking. Just what was this nameless problem? A whisper that refuses to be said. The bond of pain, of womanhood, of the searing feeling that something great shall arrive to our fair England.”

— C.E. Babbington.

“Mr. Holmes, I hope you’re not mistaking me as someone with whom you are at odds with.”

Clara wore burgundy today.

Or indigo to a sharp eye, moreso if she sat in the dusky shade rather than by the window where sunlight was allowed to stream through the frosted glass tiles. The heat of the afternoon, Clara could tolerate. The brisk cold, the musk of tobacco, pomade, and fine English leather that filled her office—all mingling together to create one scent that floated around the man who stood in front of her— she virtually could not.

Well, “office” may have been a playful nudge to her ego. It was more of a closet with a pen, a hook to hang her coat when there was a chill, a canister of her favorite tea matched with her precious teapot, and a small sideboard that she used to stash her extra paper. Clara had spent enough time in that little closet to learn its quirks and commodities. The shutters would not close in blustery weather unless they were bound by a scarf. The gentleman who would take his Saturday morning coffee and eggs always found something to guffaw about in the newspaper. Clara knew because she could hear the fervor of his chortles from one story up. The fifth floorboard from the door creaked with the slightest movement and she had garnered the will to purchase a rug that softened footsteps over the parquet.

Now if only she could purchase a rug to wrap around the man filling her tiny corner with the fumes of… man.

A tall man. Haughty by the way he stood. He looked strong and sturdy, weaned on the finest food money could buy. Clara wondered if he teethed on crumpets and caviar as a baby. His clothing may have been picked to feign oneness with the people of England, but she noticed a grain on his breasted black coat. His crisp white shirt boasted no wrinkle, cinched around his neck by a silk ascot the color of charcoal. Chestnut curls spilled across his head—sharing no unified form—and fighting to be free of the pomade that gleamed in the dimness of the lamplight. She imagined an artless tumble of locks when he was nose-deep in a case. An errant strand fell over his brow, softening his countenance where his tone failed to.

“Have you anticipated me, Miss Bedi?”

It was Clara’s mistake for stopping short of her movements. Her fingers froze on the handle of her teapot and it was then she realized the incriminating ink stains that blotched her bronzed fingers.

She did not. He knew that. He likely knew what she had for breakfast as well. Hence the cloying pride that laced his query.

A tickle caught in her throat and she swallowed tightly to preserve her pride as she arched a dark brow. “No, I have not, but I applaud your effort. Nobody contemplates and makes a theater out of their face quite like you.”

Looking up from the tea she was pouring, Clara barely caught the indignant twitch in his face, even as his mountainous posture was unrelenting. For a man who was presumed to be discreet, he was quite eye-catching.

He dropped his gaze down to the lonely armchair and side table Clara would enjoy her tea in. It was the one perpetually surrounded by her basket of stained pen tips and folded newspapers— Clara had the habit of saving old prints—bits of thread, scraps of silk in cooler hues, linen from occasional embroiders, and stacks of books from Edith that never make it back to the shelf, being moved around constantly on the empty promise of being read to completion.

It was a detective’s heaven.

“The name ‘Holmes’ is beginning to mean quite a deal in this country,” her eyebrows slanted, copper eyes filled with constellations, “and do you think I would be in my position if I did not know?”

“Precisely why you flinched when I used your name and not your pen name.” His voice was rich as a fine velvet she let her hands graze over at a textile stand, but detached. “Deceit. To hide the plain truth, just as frills and elegant coifs do. Yes, it may dress you like a powder puff—” she parted her lips in protest but his eyes glimmered like opals, he was clearly not done—“but the man holding the pen is entirely different. In that…”

Her grip on her teacup could not get any tighter, for one tremor to rattle the porcelain would have him arriving quicker to the deduction he savored for last.

“He is not a man at all, is he?”

She watched in bated, almost nonexistent, breath—wondering how quickly she could get her hands on the cake spade lying unfashionably by the crumbs of a Dundee cake she had scarfed down the night before—as he fished a blue silk tie that bookmarked the yellowed book she just realized he held.

“How does a C.E. Babbington become… the elusive Clara Eashwar Bedi?”

A wave of cold took her from head to toe. If Clara wasn’t gripping the edge of her desk, knuckles quickly whitening, she was sure her knees would’ve given out. She stared down at the pretty silk tie, and then at the folded pamphlet he slid over the varnished surface, the black ink script almost snickering at her in mockery.

His words came as fluidly as water, uttered with a stone-cold expression she figured was his mask for his famous deductions.

“Four separate purchases of pens and paper from three different vendors.”

Spreading her tracks. No writer who desired anonymity would so foolishly expose herself by making a reputation with one seller.

He was studying her closet-office now. A satin kerchief protected his hand as he chose a stained pen to scrutinize. “Bills from Whitechapel. Cheaper ink—a shadowy writer such as yourself would not earn her dues to spend carelessly on finer supplies than supper for the night. Or silk ties to make her mark. To create a name.”

Cheaper ink bleeds easier. Her fingers, a blatant victim.

“Bedi.” He tasted her last name on his tongue for a moment, eyebrows pinched as if he was trying to paint a map in his acute mind. “When did your father leave India?”

Her throat was dry but she swallowed down her apprehension and managed out, “Fifteen years ago.”

“Does he work on the docks?”

“Worked.”

A flash of humanity lightened his eyes and the man of a chilly, pragmatic acumen faltered. “Apologies.”

The sound that tumbled from Clara’s lips could only be described as something between a shaking sigh and an aggravated grumble. “What is it you want, Mr. Holmes?”

“You write for the Magazine of Modern Womanhood,” he continued, making Clara bite back an exhausted groan. “Yet you affect a pseudonym. Why?”

“I don’t write for the magazine, I write alongside it,” Clara mumbled. Why was she entertaining him? “I don’t have the means to print my pieces independently— as you so cleverly deduced by my purchases of ink.”

“Your pieces… and other submissions, I’d bet.”

“Are you a betting man?” She lifted a brow curiously, daring him to stop this frivolous quadrille of tongues and get to the point.

“A cipher with the fingerprints of my sister was published in the personal advertisements column of your magazine, The Pall Mall Gazette, and The Journal of Dress Reform. It’s our mother’s interest she hopes to attract and with the choice of your publication, she has a good start.”

“God, there’s more of you?” she asked, feigning horror. “Is the world ready for that?”

(But where the name Mycroft Holmes was etched in cold stone and proud, old money, she had the sense the name Sherlock meant something else. Something whisper quiet like a dusty novel on crumpled velvet. Elegant with solitude.)

Sherlock took a step forward, his fingers still thumbing the fraying corner of the book. “Have you any idea where she might be?” He tilted his head. “I’m afraid our mutual acquaintance Edith had more to say of my “ostrich-like” nature than my sister.”

Clara couldn’t help the kick in her voice as she responded, “Appropriate.”

He smiled at her, a Private Investigator brand of Smile that Clara knew well enough from the numerous times a constable had approached the magazine for its inflammatory words, and which only deserved a Young Journalist Smile.

But what he said snagged her attention as well as a good story. Eudoria’s daughter. Little Enola. 

Edith had mentioned her once or twice. Clara might have seen a glimpse of a little brown-headed girl with quick feet, dashing about Ferndell Hall when ladies of a particular ilk huddled around a table, bearing swords on their tongues and determination in their hearts. Clara typically stood behind her bolder friend, Edith, clutching a pen that barely made a scratch against her worn pocketbook. She knew little for the illustrious Sherlock Holmes to knock on her door… but little was more than enough to be cunningly dissected and deduced by him.

“Enola’s missing?” she asked slowly, hoping to stall but Sherlock Holmes was not a man for idle chatter. Her head shook in a disappointing, deceiving refusal. “I’m sorry, but I have the faintest idea as to where she’s gone and why.”

“I find that highly improbable,” said Holmes in a tone that suggested he too was done with this waltz. “You’re protective of your name, or, names —”

“And what will you do if I use your name, Mr. Holmes?” Clara countered rigidly, her heart leaping into her throat. “Loudly? With proper dictation? Letting everyone know your business more than you’d like?”

“Then you’d also find yourself and Edith in a very difficult position, one that I’ve made clear to her and will to you if I must,” Sherlock warned, dropping his voice to a decibel that made a chill rattle her spine. A hint of vague frustration was tangled within his dull humor. 

Clara stilled, watching as he turned over the book and leafed through toward the back cover. Stuffed in the spine was a folded napkin and he paired it with the newspaper clipping for her viewing displeasure. Wrinkled and white and stamped with the crumbs of a pastry, her eyes were naturally drawn to the hasty scrawl in ink:

“C.E.B.

Matter of Bill —

Tea Rooms”

The same dismayed expression from when he dissected her alter ego took ahold of her face once more, even if she tried to disguise it by a clench of her jaw. 

“Macaroons could do with some attention but Edith has enough to worry about,” said Holmes. “She’ll notice the missing book from her seditious collection but not the message hidden inside— a message written to Babbington, who I understand is an intrepid young woman, so I’m sure you’re aware of what the proper connections can do for a man.” The distant, icy blue of his eyes warmed. “I asked of your father— a man who likely worked too hard for too little a reward and you, his daughter, silently fighting in favor of a bill that will help the men and women like him.”

“My,” Clara gasped, “Mr. Holmes, I didn’t take you for a man of politics.”

The stray little curl swished across his brow as he shook his head. “Oh, I’m far from it.”

She hummed curiously. “Then, what do you fancy? People? Poetry? Probably not. It’s your cases that keep you warm at night, which is why you hunt your own sister in blind circles like a dog chasing his tail.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice, “If Edith tells you nothing, I will say even less. Trust your sister… and the future. Good day, Mr. Holmes.”

She made to go around him, ignoring the way her stomach fluttered as she did, until a bleak and dare she say, concerned mutter caught her ear.

“She’s a child.”

“By my understanding, you’ve abandoned her once, Mr. Holmes. In the pursuit of where your mind takes you and little of your heart,” Clara said, more sharply than was her wont. 

“I beg your pardon.”

The anger in his voice flared like a bleeding heart. A man who was a fire next to gunpowder, ready to speak his mind and snatch the rug beneath a pair of unsuspecting feet. She could loathe him for being so perceptive and intelligent, yet plainly missing the changes of the world. But that tone… He was no longer a brilliant mind or a pleasantly distant man. He was a brother who wanted to know where his sister was.

And if there was ever a case that Sherlock Holmes would encounter, it would leave no secrets he could not crack.

Clara turned around, stained fingers toying with each other, teeth worrying her lower lip to a reddening bruise. Amusement danced in her eyes, quenching the frustration that twisted his sharply cut features.

“You have it,” she admitted after a pause, cheeks growing warm. “Because I’m a woman who believes in second chances… and the calling of her heart rather than her mind. And a desolate, hopeless bachelor tugs at that heart, I’m afraid.”

Sherlock’s face contorted incrementally, the corners of his lips curling up just a tad. It was not a smile. Another part of her would have thought so but not the smart part. Still, it was an odd expression that made Clara think it was gracious.

“I’m not aware of such a reputation.” Fond.

“Figures,” she sighed, eliciting a huff of laughter from him. The sound was enough to make her face crack with a smile. “Enola’s sixteen. And if she’s anything like her mother and brother, she won’t go down with a fight nor will she be drawn away from it. And the real fight is coming. I advise you to start there.”

He squinted at her. Then at the napkin. Then at the clipping signed by C.E. Babbington. The fight.

“A problem with no name,” he murmured.

“It has a name, Mr. Holmes. Whether it will be spoken is decided by men like you and your older brother,” she added, rightly hopeful. “Perhaps that will change.”

Silence settled comfortably between them until the pounding of her heart became too loud for her ears to bear. She cleared her throat and pulled the knob to her door, returning her gaze to Sherlock.

“Until next time, Mr. Holmes.” She smiled. “I hope your game finds its feet. My best to your sister.”

He tilted his chin in an understanding nod, hand pressing against the curly blue tie that still sat next to his evidence, her pamphlet. To her surprise, he waited. One hand disappeared in the flap of his jacket and came out holding a fine black pen shot with gold trimming. To a man like Holmes, it was a pen to write some very useful reckonings of the mind but to Clara, it looked more valuable than what she earned in a week. It clinked as he set it on her desk, accompanied by that slight, mysterious smile.

“Trust a bill won’t be made,” Sherlock assured, amused as he approached her. He extended the blue ribbon to her.

“And a secret will be kept,” she enforced, fixing him with a look as she curled her fingers over the forbidden silk tie, folding it into his palm.

His hand was cold, callused like the reward of cracking cases. Yet it managed to send a surge of heat swirling in her chest, akin to lightning crossing a black sky.

(And did she intend the other thing she did too? The split-second brush of her fingertips over his palm and the way the ball of his throat was disturbed by a tight swallow. Savoring the softness of the lapis silk strand against his pale flesh and her copper skin.)

He lingered by the doorframe for more than a second. Sherlock looked at her— perhaps a more bewitching case with the narrowest twists and the sharpest of turns. A shadow of a smile graced his prim lips and he let out a delectable, ruminative hum. “Is that a promise I would be foolish to break, Miss Babbington?”

“Indeed it is, Mr. Holmes.” She watched him depart, a puzzling black figure who had more to his voice than what he decided to speak. 

“Oh, on the subject of hearts…”

Sherlock paused and turned around. He studied the meticulous way she swept her indigo skirt behind her and made him wait until she finally, painstakingly met his gaze. Only then she made him realize how beholden he was to her unfinished prose.

“While surely hopeless for a… perspicacious man with such a baffling pigheadedness,” Clara murmured, smiling lopsidedly, “do keep yours open.”

Before he left with another curt, reserved nod, Sherlock ruminated on her words. Her tone— he barely noticed the way he wondered how all of her other pretty, printed words would sound if they were turned from ink to… to… that voice.

No… she was not a case. She was a quandary. An unsolved riddle that he cracked with the full assumption that the winning hand was in his, only to turn over his cards and see that it was she who had the royal flush.

What fresh hell was this?

#sherlock holmes x oc #sherlock holmes #enola holmes #henry cavill #henry!sherlock #cavill!holmes #one-shots #ao3 #sherlock holmes x fem!oc

[bg-sparrow]

mcfly july 2023 || day 13 Taxi

xiii.

Doc peered over Clara’s shoulder at the newspaper she was cozied up with in the armchair. A bemused smile gave way to a pluck of laughter; a nineteenth-century woman attempting a modern crossword puzzle was fascinating. 

He loved seeing what words she applied to historical events, evolving technologies, and pop culture. The fact that “A SIGN” was “STOP” and not “OMEN” caused her much consternation.

“Clara, dear, ‘car for hire’ is ‘taxicab’, not ‘hackney’. Nine across is ‘equinox’. You’ll use that ‘x’.”

Clara sighed, smiled, and erased again, nearly putting a hole in the paper.

“Newspapers used to be thicker.”

#mcflyjuly #mcfly july #my husband called out crossword clues to me the other night for help and it was so wholesome and fun #so naturally i applied this to doc and clara #i still need to see taxi lol #back to the future #bttf #fanfiction #moodboard #bttf moodboard #bttf aesthetics #drabble #100 words #the boy who leapt through time again

[sundove88]

Back to The Future (Sundove88’s Version) Casting

In this 1980s sci-fi classic, small-town Californian-Hylian teen Link is thrown back into the '50s when an experiment by his eccentric scientist friend Doctor Light goes awry. Traveling through time in a modified DeLorean car, Link encounters young versions of his parents (Yuri Lowenthal, Erica Mendez), and must make sure that they fall in love or he'll cease to exist. Even more dauntingly, Link has to return to his own time and save the life of Doctor Light.

In this zany sequel, time-traveling duo Link and Doctor Light return from saving Link’s future son from disaster, only to discover their own time transformed. In this nightmarish version of Hill Valley, Link’s father has been murdered and Fawful, Link’s nemesis, has profited. After uncovering the secret to Fawful’s success -- a sports almanac from the future -- Link and Doctor Light embark on a quest to repair the space-time continuum.

In this final chapter, Link obtains a 70-year-old message from the time-traveling Doctor Light, in which he informs Link that he has retired to a small town in the Old West. Link then finds out that the Doc was murdered shortly after sending the letter. In order to save his friend, Link will have to travel back in time, disentangle a lovestruck Doctor Light from a local schoolmarm, and repair the DeLorean -- all while avoiding a posse of gunslingers.

Link as Marty McFly (The Legend of Zelda)

Dr. Light as Doc Brown (Megaman)

Zelda as Jennifer Parker (The Legend of Zelda)

Fawful as Biff Tannen (Mario And Luigi)

Pure Vanilla Cookie as George McFly (Cookie Run)

White Lily Cookie as Lorraine Baines (Cookie Run)

Principal Krupp as Mr. Strickland (Captain Underpants)

Zero as Douglas J. Needles (Megaman X)

Maggie as Clara Clayton (Home on The Range)

Crystal King as Griff Tannen (Paper Mario)

El Mustachio Grande as “Mad Dog” Tannen (Poptropica)

Stoutland as Einstein (Pokemon)

Here’s the hint to my next casting:

😡🐦🎥

#crossover casting #parody #back to the future #bttf #the legend of Zelda #tloz #Megaman #super mario #Mario and Luigi #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #captain underpants #megaman x #Disney #home on the range #paper Mario #poptropica #Pokemon

[heysweetheart-writes]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @daisymae-12 @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @suseagull04 @myheartalivewrites & @inexplicablymine thank you so much!! Im procastinating wrting the halloween fic because I got to the smut and suddenly all these past like 3 years of practice I had vanished from my mind and I can't seem to be able to write anything.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

The last time I checked it was 256,455.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just finished my last Borhap fic so only rwrb now

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ever since New York

Sign of the times

A Kind of Magic (borhap)

Parallel Hearts (Hardzello)

Against my better judgment

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I was rereading old fics the other day and I noticed I didn't use to??? idk why but yes, I respond to comments now, love getting them!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The fleabag AU for hardzello

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No but I used to get a lot of criticism for who I chose to include in fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have in the past, trying to get back to it but I'm finding it really hard ugh- Halloween fic, I'm sorry. (looking for a beta for it if anyone is interested?)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written one. A 6 Underground x GI Joe crossover HAHA GOD it was good thou. Pure filth.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don0t think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Have in the past, I miss @halfasleepoetry every day of my life. And I'm cowriting one now.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Honestly, I don't know. Probably Nine x Rose or Twelve x Clara from Doctor Who but I've never written for them or even read fics.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a Warewolf!Ben AU on the docs and the Balcony AU but I'm no longer writing for borhap. All the wips for FirstPrince, I'm really hopeful Ill eventually finish them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plot, outline and dialog.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have the attention span of a squirrel and Im very self concious. Also I hate describing actions and places, be in my mind and see what I see already.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

The best part about rwrb is that Alex speaks spanish <3

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bandom, MCR

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Days of our lives series and Parallel Hearts. For rwrb, I'd say Sign of the times and against my better judgment was so much fun to write.

No pressure tag: @bellamysgriffinprincess @hypnostheory @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @pridepages @captaincoffeegirl515 everyone else I would tag already did it and tagged me so I leave the tag open for anyone who wants to share! Tag me so I can see!

#fanfiction #tag game #rwrb #borhap #hardzello

[kits-ships]

i filled out my own ask game bc i love fun and i need to talk about atlas or ill explode.........

this is atlas if he was born to eleven, btw!! (he wasnt conceived in the tardis so hes just. a guy)

👒: which physical traits does your child get from you? which do they get from your f/o?

atlas has olive's red hair and a few of her freckles, while he gets the doctor's green/hazel eyes as well as his nose! he'll also eventually have the doctor's height

🧠: which emotional traits does your child get from you? which do they get from your f/o?

like olive, atlas enjoys a bit of domesticity. he still likes to travel, but he wouldnt be opposed to settling down one day. he's also more emotionally-driven than his father is, which he gets from olive.

like the doctor, atlas is off-the-wall hyper and loves being silly! he will dance however he wants and will NOT care what other people think of him. he also has his father's intelligence!

from both of them, he's extremely nurturing and has a strong sense of what's right and what's wrong. he also loves getting to see new places/planets, is always up to try something new, and always has a hundred questions bc he loves an opportunity to learn

💬: what was your child’s first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?

tardis. it came out more like 'dardis,' but they both knew what he'd said. the doctor wanted it to be dad or smth but olive thought it was really funny. the tardis was also very excited (she definitely didnt have any influence over the situation, nooo, she wouldnt do that...)

💕: which parent does your child tend to cling to? does it make the other parent jealous?

atlas probably clings to olive simply because he spends the most time with her! when he was younger, he sometimes didnt even recognize the doctor and was like ?! mama there is a GUY OUTSIDE!!! (the doctor is a little jealous. it makes total sense to him but he still wants baby cuddles </3)

🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents’ hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?

atlas loves getting to learn everything abt whatever his parents are doing!! he wants to figure out everything he can about the tardis, time-travel, and other 'timey-wimey' stuff. with his mother, though, he likes baking with her! he would also sit with her when he was much younger and tried to embroider alongside her.

🐾: do you and your f/o have any pets alongside your child? how do they get along?

ive never thought about olive having another cat after celeste (excluding in her polyship or a master x olive situation) but!! she probably does. olive loves cats and im sure atlas would too!

🍼: what’s your child’s comfort item and where did it come from? is it a hand-me-down?

i think his main comfort item would be a crochet blanket that olive made for him when he was a baby! that, and he likes to steal random clothes from the tardis' wardrobe that remind him of his dad (think four's scarf, six's coat, seven's vest, etc)

🤲: how did your child react when they met you and your f/o’s friends? are they shy?

atlas is far from shy. he's the type of child to wander off in the grocery store and try to strike up a conversation with the butch or smth. so, when he meets clara, bill, etc, he's excited!! he wants to know all about them and, in return, wants to tell them EVERYTHING about his own life. he will impress everyone with his collection of lego sets.

🌈: if applicable, who (from your f/o’s source) would you make your child’s godparents? who (out of your friends) would you make their godparents?

this is a hard question to answer because most of their friends are 1.) dead. 2.) extremely busy or 3.) the doctor abandoned them. my first thought was river or jack, but their life isnt very. child friendly. (jack would absolutely babysit though and try to pull the 'yeah im a single dad ;)" card on random people at the park)

later in the doc's life, olive would absolutely trust graham with the baby. when atlas is born, though?? i guess they'd have to get into contact with tegan or ace or soMEONE. normally i would just say "eh they dont need one" but these idiots put their lives in danger every day so. godparents are v necessary

☀️: what’s your child’s favorite game to play with you and your f/o? tag? hide and seek, maybe?

HIDE AND SEEK IN THE TARDIS!! its a nightmare for poor olive and her eds, but she'll get there eventually. there's just so many places to look....... the doctor loves playing with him tho though and the tardis refuses to help the doc cheat

🧁: what’s your child’s favorite thing in the world? what’s their least favorite thing?

atlas loves getting to hear stories about his dad/from his dad!! theres just so much to talk about and atlas wants to hear everything!!

his least favorite thing is whoever this 'master' guy is! atlas hasn't met him, but he would definitely bite him if he got the chance!! (he gets that from olive)

#this is rushed but idc #fk; atlas #tw fankid #d; youre a book thats not quite finished but ill watch you fill the page #m; ive been fooled many times; but you seem to truly be mine #tw long post #long post

[jennnasmith]

hii! this is like my first fix on here so like it’d be appreciated if you could at least read a bit of this, if not then that’s fine:,) (11th doctor x Clara)

IGNORE MY HORRIBLE GRAMMAR !!

THE DATE

the doctor and clara had recently came back from their fun little adventure of theirs that they both chose together, they decided to go to see the moon for fun although when they arrived it was full of cybermen. luckily the two of them defeated the cybermen leaving themselves unharmed.

“clara, clara, clara watch this!!” the doctor pointed his screwdriver at a rock, clara looked at the doctor and the rock “yeah im looking” the doctor tried to work his screwdriver but it just wouldn’t work “work you selfish thing” the doctor complained as he whacked his screwdriver gently on his hand, it began to glow which signaled it was working “oh, it’s working now” clara pointed out surprisingly. “aha! it’s all thanks to your magic oswin!” “actually it’s clara to correct you there and i told you not to call me that!” the doctor laughed at clara, he loved teasing her and she loved teasing him. The doctor pointed out that Clara’s shoelaces were undone “goodness” clara quickly crouched down as the doctor waited for her to do her laces, she finished off and clinged onto the doctors arm as they were walking towards the tardis “right then what are we doing?” she asked in a way like she was stuck in a plain room doing nothing all her life “why did you ask me it like that?” “like what?” the doctor began to do an impression of her voice “right then what are we doing?” he did a squeaky voice “erm?! I do not sound like that” clara budged the doctors arm “oh you so do” the doctor laughed off “oh I don’t!” “you do!” “doc-“ “you do” clara was annoyed at the doctor from his impression of her.

The doctor and clara reached the tardis, the doctor held open the tardis door for her “after you my dear” clara noticed the nickname he used for her, when clara walked into the tardis she turned back to the doctor “your dear, where’d you get that from?” the doctor walked into the tardis and slammed the door shut “I really have no idea to be fair, it just came up in my mind” the doctor had his hands inside his pockets “how many romances have you been watching?” clara asked “none” the doctor answered, he then checked the time on his watch and looked back at clara “still got tons of time with you, hmm..how about we go on a date again?” the doctor suggested “a date? not too bad, last time you were talking about how I had a nanny as my job so you better not mention it again” “still can’t believe your a na!-“ clara shushed the doctor. “What are you shushing me for??” clara ignored the doctors question she knew he knew what he was doing.

Then the doctor suggested a place “paris? how about we go to a cafe in Paris?” clara smiled at the doctor “paris? never thought about that to be fair” “I mean it is the city of love clara! that could be a wonderful place!” clara smiled at the doctor as he began mumbling random stuff about paris, she wondered what her relationship actually was with the doctor and why he meant so much to her. “cling on to me clarasay as I work the tardis!” the doctor offered his arm to clara, she quickly ran towards his arm and hooked on to it “is it-“ clara was took off from speaking as the tardis began to shake rapidly, the doctor and clara were about to break apart but the doctor wrapped his arms around clara fully.

Eventually the tardis stopped shaking and the doctor was on the floor with clara on the floor besides him “that tardis hates me doesnt it?” clara groaned “she doesnt hate you she just..” the doctor looked up inside the tardis “okay maybe she does hate you but that shaking is a normal thing” the doctor got up and offered his hand to Clara, clara accepted it and got up from her spot. clara felt the bottom of her dress hit against her other hand as she started to get pulled up by the doctor (clara was wearing a red floral dress with a white shirt over it) “youre heavy arent you?” teased the doctor “and you aren’t?” clara walked towards the tardis door and opened it as the doctor followed behind her and held her delicate freezing cold hand “gosh! your hand is cold isnt it?” complained the doctor, clara ignored him since she was took by the amazing view of the sky and Eiffel tower. “It’s beautiful!” clara gasped as she walked out of the tardis, paris was swamped with couples “this is like home doctor!” “as if” the doctor complained. (AGAIN)

The doctor and clara were walking around paris until they found a cafe “AIMER CAFE” Clara looked up at the sign and tried to work out what it said “love cafe” the doctor translated as he looked down at clara. “So is it just a regular cafe but it’s swamped with couples only?” clara asked “hmm” the doctor walked over to the glass window and saw nothing odd happening it was just people flirting and feeding each other “im guessing so” the doctor answered. Clara smiled “Great then!” she took his hand in a rush like it was a marathon. “woah!” the doctor gasped as clara ran into the cafe like a little kid, when they were inside the cafe a waitress greeted them and led them to a table just for two in a cozy little corner full of pillows and books “what a great spot” pointed out the doctor “more than great, it’s cozy and it has that strong coffee smell over here haha” the doctor laughed at claras comment. clara smiled as she looked down at her brown laced shoes then back up at the doctor “Tell me doctor, have you ever been in a relationship?” asked clara “youre a sneaky one arent yer” “hmmm yes actually! river song!” Clara chuckled “i never have, im hoping to soon actually” clara began to fiddle with her fingers. The doctor took out a menu and started looking at the cakes “sponge cake? the heck is that!?” grumbled the doctor “oh are you wanting your regulars? fish fingers and custard?” wondered clara “if you do i doubt they do the fish fingers probably the custard though!” The doctor noticed “brownies, ice cream and custard” “what is it?” clara asked as she noticed the doctors eyes glowed, she leaned towards his menu and saw the brownies, ice cream and custard part “do you want that? I never thought they’d do brownies with custard..maybe it’s in a separate tiny bowl” the doctor nodded at clara in excitement. The waitress came over to their table “what would you two like to order” asked the waitress “oh just a strawberry jammed filled croissant and a brownie with ice cream and custard please” answered clara “any drinks?” “just a coffee and a tea” “alrighty that’ll be £10.00” clara got her card out and let it transfer the money. The waitress smiled and walked off, later on their food and drinks were brought “goodness me clara! This looks better than the food you make me!” exclaimed the doctor as clara kicked him under the table. Clara brought her croissant towards her mouth “we’ll have to see if it-“ clara took one bite into her croissant, it was warmed and fully jammed filled perfectly! It was amazing “oh my goodness-“ “see I told you oswin!” “Clara!” “Oswin!” “Clara!” “Oswin!” “Clara!”

After they finished their food the doctor and clara we’re speaking about all sorts of topics as they were exploring paris “remember that one time when you just randomly came to my house saying my whole name?” “that was the day we met!” “I know I remember quite well” the doctor and clara were holding hands as both of their shoulders were touching each other “Doctor what is our relationship?” questioned clara “what do you mean” “like what are we?” The doctor stopped walking and Clara looked up at him “youre the only mystery worth solving.” answered the doctor as clara looked up at him “you always say that but it never answers my question” “but oh it does clara, it answers a lot of your questions” the doctor smiled as he leaned more towards claras face. Clara looked away and noticed a tiny flower shop “oh! don’t they look cute?” the doctor looked at clara then the flower shop “flowers?” he questioned “well yes?” clara walked towards the flower shop and noticed a bunch of pink tulips the doctor was looking at these bright red roses. “Do uou like roses?” Asked clara “i like all sorts” replied back the doctor “but clara, I shall get you flowers!” exclaimed the doctor “but with what money?” clara thought to herself. The doctor picked up the pink tulips clara was looking at and then went to the cashier “I’d like to pay for these” the cashier took the flowers off the doctor and scanned them “thats £5.00 sir” Clara was standing next to the doctor wondering what he was going to do next “I can just-“ clara was cut off from speaking “oh look its Britney Spears!” shouted the doctor as he pointed to another place in the shop, the doctor grabbed the flowers and quickly ran out of the shop while holding claras hand “DOCTOR!” clara yelled as they were running. It was an unexpected move of the doctor to do. “WOO HOO!!” the doctor was non stop laughing and giggling as they ran as fast and far as possible, the two of them now found themselves in a nice valley way it was like no other, the doctor and clara both dat down facing each other against the two walls “goodness me doctor” panted clara “that was so..fun!” gasped the doctor, clara slapped the doctors arm gently “we could of get arrested!” the doctor chuckled and ran his hands through claras hair which would make it messy at the top, she had a look on him that she was very annoyed but enjoyed what they just did too “your eyes have a bit of yellow in them” the doctor randomly mentioned as he starred into claras dark deep brown eyes “oh?” clara replied as she smiled at him “well you can’t say so much yourself Doctor, you look young and you’re definitely handsome” clara giggled “complimenting me eh? don’t mind that!” the doctor pulled claras ear as a jokey way “pulling my ear eh? don’t mind if I do!” she mocked the doctor and pulled his ear too as a jokey way. The doctor pulled his screwdriver out and began to point it at random rocks on the floor “this again?” the doctor nodded “dont you do anything else?” clara asked as she leaned her back against the wall and looked at the doctor “I really need you to answer my question for me though this time” the doctor nodded at her “what does our relationship mean?” Clara questioned again “youre the only mystery worth solving” the doctor answered, clara groaned “right then..what does that mean?” The doctor looked at clara “it means that you are an important person to me clara, someone who I’ll never be able to escape or forget” claras heart skipped a beat “so does that mean-“ “no!” The doctor yelled, clara laughed at him “alrighty then” clara picked up a rock and threw it against the wall in front of her “Id im the only mystery worth solving then what are you then?” the doctor laughed at claras comment “a time lord, the doctor, a handsome man to many ladies and men cant forget that!” Clara smiled “oh no, like what will you be? I’m a mystery and you are…” “just the doctor, my preferred nickname also sexy as the usuals” clara slapped the doctors arm as a joke “hey!” he cried “you don’t just say stuff out in public!” “no one’s here!?”

The doctor and clara were making fun of each other until clara asked another question “doctor, do you like me?” “what? of course I do?” “No..” the doctor gasped “ohh” he looked away his face was quite pink “doctor?” Clara called out his name as she put her hand on top of his “i dont know” he answered, clara felt a bit embarrassed maybe she shouldn’t have asked that question “sorry I shouldn’t of asked that” the doctor looked at Clara and leaned towards her face brushing the hair out of her face “no, nope it’s fine my clara. You’re my impossible girl” clara smiled at the doctors comment “me having feelings for the impossible girl? not so bad” clara chuckled until she realized what the doctor just said “wait-“ clara was cut off and the doctor hugged clara out of nowhere “doctor!” “You just said!-“ the doctor kissed claras cheek like he usually does “clara, my clara goodness dont you believe anything I say” the doctor wrapped his coat around clara, the woman he was hugging tightly “although doctor what about river?” clara asked “who said we were dating? I love river but I also love you” clara didnt mind the answer he gave back to her, she understood well and what the doctor meant by that.

The day passed on and the two of them finally left the alley way, they were arm linking “next adventure?” questioned the doctor “the dalek world!” exclaimed clara “Ive already got one dalek glued to me already” the doctor teased “you little-“ the doctor was laughing and clara noticed that he’d laugh at the littlest thing she’d say “im not a dalek” “well you kind of are there oswin” “it’s clara!” “Oswin!” “Clara!” “Oswin!”

The two of them laughed and giggled all of their night throughout paris that it was such a precious memory to clara and the doctor, one that they’d both never forget.

thank you for reading!! I rlly hope u enjoyed it + it’s not really good since I’ve not written a fanfic at all in months..anyway though! if you have recommendations please message me! bye bye!

#doctor who #clara oswald #eleventh doctor #fanfic #jenna coleman #matt smith #clara x eleven

[specialagentlokitty]

Clara x reader - stuck

Hi i hope u r well, can i request a clara x reader where they broke up cuz clara always choose the doctor instead of u? To cheer her up, doc set up random adventure tardis. Somehow they ended up in a town where once inside cant leave n there they saw an older version of u trapped there for years. Make it angst if u like. Happy ending or not up to u. Thanks in advance. - Anon💜

The break up was messy, screaming, throwing things, saying hurtful things to one another.

And at this point you didn’t care.

Because all she cared about was him.

“It’s not that bad!” Clara yelled.

“YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS IN HOSPITAL!”

“BECAUSE IT WASNT IMPORTANT AT THE TIME!” She screamed.

“I WAS DYING CLARA!”

The whole flat went quiet, Clara opened her mouth to say something but she quickly closed it again.

You scoffed, shaking your head as you tossed her jacket across the room and shook your head at her.

“Yeah Clara. I was dying. Did you see to forget that I was waiting for a heart transplant?”

“I… I…”

“Of course you did, because you were too busy with the doctor. You didn’t care.”

“Of course I did…” she whispered.

“Is that why in the ambulance I was begging them to call you but they couldn’t get through to you. I was dying, and in pain and you weren’t there! You! The person who told me they’d always be there for me!”

Clara had tears in her eyes and you didn’t care at this point.

Grabbing her bag, you tossed that across the room as well and pointed to the door.

“Get the hell out of my flat.”

“(Y/N) please!”

“OUT!”

Clara nodded weakly and left and you quickly locked the door behind her.

Slumping against the door, you clutched the fabric of your shirt as you started to hyperventilate. Breathing seemed impossible, and an intense pain spread across your chest.

It was like your heart was going to beat right out your chest, or it was going to stop at any given moment.

Honestly, you couldn’t describe how it felt, the pain was all over the place and there was nothing you could do about it.

Putting your head between your knees, you took a few deep breathes to try and calm down.

Clara went straight to the doctor. Of course she did because he’d be able to help distract her.

Running through the door, she slammed it shut behind her.

“Clara! What on earth!”

The man turned around and stopped talking the moment he saw her.

“Oh what happened?” He asked.

“(Y/N)… she… she broke up with me…”

“Why on earth would she do that?!”

Clara didn’t say anything, she simply walked over and collapsed into his arms.

The doctor didn’t know what to do, so he knelt down and held her, awkwardly patting her back as he listened to her cry.

It broke his heart, Clara’s cries broke him. His best friend, his companion, on the floor in absolute tears because of you.

And he started to hate you for it.

Because Clara had seen a lot, been through a lot but never had she been in tears because of it.

She was in tears because of you.

And the only thing he could do was take her on an adventure, somewhere different.

So that’s what he did, he sat there and held Clara until she had finished crying.

“Adventure?” He asked.

Clara wiped her tears and nodded her head.

“Yeah.. yeah.. I’d like that…” she whispered.

Doctor got up, holding his hands out to help her up before he made his way over to the console.

He prayed the TARDIS would take them on an adventure and not some dangerous rescue. Because Clara couldn’t do that right now.

And it did, it took them to a planet but when the doctor was reading up about it he realised they couldn’t go outside.

“You coming?” Clara asked.

“No! No! We can’t go out.”

Clara frowned and walked over.

“If we take a step out on to the surface we’ll be stuck. But we can explore with the drone you got me.”

“Awesome, I’ll grab it.”

Clara grabbed the drone and let the doctor sync it with the TARDIS before he placed it outside.

And that’s how they explored the strange planet, everyone seemed happy on.

It was like a normal planet but it had so many different types of aliens on it.

“Wow…” Clara whispered, “and they’re all stuck?”

“Yeah. All of them.”

Clara nodded and went back to watching the screen.

That’s when she saw it.

“Stop.”

The doctor was in a hurry to carry on going.

“Doctor stop!”

He did, and she took the controller from his hands and before he could stop her, Clara turned the camera.

“(Y/N)…”

Clara couldn’t figure out one reason why you were on this planet, you didn’t explore, you didn’t travel with him and she knew that.

There was no way it could’ve been you but as she stared at you through the camera she could easily tell that it was you.

She’s recognise you anywhere.

Even though you did look older she recognised you.

“Doctor…”

“It’s not her…”

Clara set the controller down and turned to him.

“Why is she here…?”

“It’s not her…”

“Doctor that is (Y/N)! I know it’s her!”

The doctor started pacing, running his hand through his hair.

“Doctor!”

“I brought her here!”

Clara was furious, she stormed over and slapped him across the face before taking a few steps back.

“Take me home.”

“Clara I.. I..”

“Take me home!”

The doctor nodded his head weakly and took her back.

The moment the TARDIS hit the floor she was out and running straight to your flat. He had to apologise, make sure you were still there because she couldn’t loose you forever, not like that

#doctor who imagine #doctor who x you #doctor who x reader #doctor who #clara oswald x reader #clara oswald imagine #clara x reader #doctor who clara

[doctorbrown]

Me just absolutely in love with the idea of Doc and Clara being both involved in the construction of the Time Train.

Doc, needing some knowhow that was unique to Clara about the time period and needing an additional pair of hands, teaching her all about the science behind time travel, telling her the story of how he'd conceived the flux capacitor, working long days and late nights and when they were done dealing with the mundane, like lesson planning for the children or keeping up the blacksmith business to keep money trickling in to buy all the components for the train he'd need, switching to blueprints and schematics for the train. Puzzling over the best way to accomplish x using parts/materials currently available to them. Doc and Clara both deciding on aesthetic designs for the train, looking to Jules Verne for inspiration. Clara very quickly adapting to thinking fourth-dimensionally and quickly picking up on and retaining all the information and skills Doc taught her, becoming an invaluable asset to getting the thing created.

Clara, beyond overjoyed to be a part of helping construct this thing that would take her to a world unknown, full of promise, find her somewhere she might fit in better...

These two are just the ultimate power couple and I die over them.

#&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」 #doc and clara are everything to me hnnnnnnnnnnn