Tosh Stories

just some cute fluff and some angst just the Torchwood team being themselves lots of janto :P pancake day - assorted marbles (on fanfiction.net) along with future writes :D

"Who are you?" He managed to ask and I gave a slight smile as I shrugged my shoulders, "Just some kid." I answered as I put my arms up to join in the shrug. I smirked before I turned and walked off. I could feel him boring holes into my back as he watched me walk up to my bike. When Owen runs into a mysterious kid with a strange past on his way out from work one gloomy, Cardiff afternoon, what will happen? She seems to be a normal kid at first glance, but when they dig a little deeper, they find some strange things about the thirteen year old child. And when they try to track her down and bring her in- it seems as though she never existed. Will the team find the girl, get all there questions answered and a have nice, big, happy, Torchwood ending? Or will the girls mysterious ability to bring trouble with her everywhere she goes get in the way? May contain: Small amounts of Janto. Some Tosh/Ianto friendship. A few OC's and Swearing ( as it is Torchwood! ). All rights and credit to the BBC

Last night was a mistake because of alcohol and all. What will happen when Karin and Toshiro see each other again years later and something big changed what will they do As you all might have known this is not originally my story I took over this story from trinity_flienton since it is now delete it from their profile I am doing this by the best of my ability so bare with me I am trying my best to remember what was originally written before but I will also add some of my ideas to previous chapters so thank you for reading and all of your support.

あかま ↳ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐇𝐑𝐒 ( あさか ) ⤹ BABY DINOSAUR ༄ 𝐅or 𝐘ou 𝐁aby ˎˊ˗

the following book you are about to read is certified 'cringy'. thank you, have a nice day :)

in which a man accidently texts someone else

Darreth and Ronin are finally together, then suddenly a little girl falls into their laps. Sequel to Master of String

Gemma Fawn, born 1989, her father died in 1994, her mother hired by Torchwood the next day. On New Years Eve her mother was murdered by another Torchwood member. After that she fell into the hands of Captain Jack Harkness who adopted her. Now it is 2006 and everything changes. This story has a slight crossover to the British Comedy Outnumbered.

Tyler lie on the hospital bed. "behold, behold, behold" he let out, holding my hand. "tosh?" he finally croaked out. tears fell from my eyes as I looked into tyler' s. "tosh." I said. Tyler reached up and pet my yellow hair for the last time, then he let out his last breath.

Tyler may be crazy and had to travel to mental hosptial to mental hospital Joshua becomes his new doctor Can he handle him? "Josh!" yells Patrick, his boss, from across the hall. "Yeah?" Josh replies. "We have a patient being transferred here. He's a bit of a challenge and his old hospital thought you'd be the only person who could handle him. I put his profile on your desk. Look it over and tell me what you think?" Patrick rushes out, now panting from his lack of breath. "Can do 'trick. Anything else?" "No, but please. I'm warning you Josh. This one is a special one. Think twice before saying yes."

--CURRENTLY BEING EDITED-- Hope Harkness has spent the whole of her short life with Torchwood, she doesn't know any other life. It's dangerous, and she's lost count of how many times she's almost died. Join her on an adventure as she ventures out to find her real parents, the people who saved her, and who she really is.

This story is about Tyler and Josh's long distance relationship and how they formed a band through a screen, hope you enjoy!!

When sadness joins happiness, that will be a mess. When shuttered ones be with each other, that will be trouble. When the good vibes collided to bad vibes, that will be an imperfect time. If a perfect match happened, that is completely soulmate, but when two completely different people met, that is what we called as soul hate... and this, this is the tryst of soul hates.

A collection of random oneshot stories that I have written when I was between the ages of 12-14 years old. WARNING: Might be cringe. Read at your own risk.