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Engaged

atlanteanroyalty:

"That sounds like a good idea love." Neri got to her feet with his help and smiled brightly. She loved gardens, found them peaceful and utterly relaxing. Neri linked her arm with his and smiled to him again. "Lead the way."

He grinned, winding his fingers through hers and tugging her along, through the flowers and and down the path. It was a beautiful place, really, and the Doctor loved coming here when he just needed some peace.

It was a wonderful place, really.

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Drafts here are officially done.

If I owe you, hit me up because I don’t know about it.

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howrosesturnblack:

"I don’t want your money, Doctor.” she was ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying that she needed it. She had no way to pay for any of the doctor’s visits she would need with the baby.

Not to mention all the hospital bills she’d wracked up when she’d been hit by the bloody car. She’d been in for almost a month. It was a wonder she hadn’t lost the baby something the doctors had stressed to her. She was supposed to take it easy and come in for routine visits to make sure the stress on her body wasn’t affecting the fetus.

She was surprised by his comments that she would always be a part of his life. He was doing a damn good job at his little facade of trying to make her believe he’d had no part in this. He really was. She was still too angry to believe it though.

Mostly, she was still too hurt.

She had put all her faith in the Doctor for so long. He’d saved her so many times before. He’d shown her the world, taught her how to properly live. She wasn’t a 19 year old shop girl anymore. She’d had purpose. 

When she’d been taken, she’d believed with her whole heart that the Doctor would come for her. Of course he would. He loved her, after all. That was what you did for the people you loved. You protected them. So why did she have any reason to believe that he wouldn’t come for her?

Then days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Slowly she had started to lose faith. At one point, she thought that the Master would kill her all together. She still wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t have if Lucy hadn’t gotten her out.

What bothered her the most about him saying that he missed her, though, was that despite all of this, she still missed him too. She missed the traveling, she missed her room in the TARDIS, she missed all the fun planets they’d gone to together.

It didn’t outweigh the anger, though. And yet, she still couldn’t force herself to turn away from him. 

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"Then what?" He asked desperately.

Because he was desperate. He wanted to do something for her. Something to make this all easier on her. Something to take some kind of pressure off of her — and he knew there had to be a lot of that.

"I will do anything short of messing with fixed points that can’t be tampered with." And honestly, he would do that even if there were some way to prevent it from causing the destruction of the entire universe. He wasn’t really against the act itself. Just the consequences.

"Just name it."

He hated this. So much. If he had known — god if he’d known. He would’ve stormed wherever she was being held hostage without a second thought, he would have ripped the Master apart limb from limb, history be damned, he would have killed him, and he would have taken Rose away, and he would have nursed her back to health the way she needed to be, the way she deserved to be.

He never would have left him there.

And it killed him that she thought he would.

But he couldn’t focus on that now.

If she had asked, he would have let her back on the TARDIS without a second thought. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him — even if it was just because she needed a roof over her head, and she never wanted to see him, he would have done it. It was possible, after all, the TARDIS was huge. They could have avoided each other for years and years.

He would have done it.

He would have done anything for her.

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azalea-in-time:

Azalea nodded. That was something she had to remember, she had to keep telling herself. He was here because he wanted to be, not because he felt obligated to be. She had been drinking the tea and the mug was about half empty by now.

It was getting hard to keep her eyes open and she put the tea down on the bedside table, blinking slowly. She wasn’t really paying much attention to him anymore, she was just suddenly overcome by exhaustion. She half-fell half-laid down on the bed. “Did…you put….somethin’ in the-the……tea?” She mumbled the question, her eyes drifting shut as she fell asleep next to him, sideways on the bed.

A small smile pulled at his lips as he reached out, carefully maneuvering her so she was under the covers and tucking her in gently. “This’ll help you sleep without dreaming,” he assured her in a whisper, even though he was fairly certain she was out. That had hit her faster than he’d expected it to.

"You just relax and sleep, and you’ll feel better when you wake up." That was the beauty of the herbs he’d given her — they were all natural, and they’d work through her system and she’d be perfect fine when she woke up. And well rested at that, which was the ultimate goal here.  Getting her to get some sleep.

Familiar Intruder | Ten & Romana

gallifreyanxromana:

"Oh, don’t you dare go using that to your advantage now. Just because I find you attractive doesn’t mean you can use it against me." His grin was enough to make her smile, because he was finally happy. And all because of her. "I’ll buzz your hair in your sleep." It was an empty threat of course, she’d never do such a thing, she wasn’t that heartless, but it’d be fun to see how he’d react to such a thing.

It was all fun and games, right?

Leaning over enough, she kissed his nose, then leaned her head against his shoulder. “I don’t think it’s a flaw in the plan, actually. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to lift one of their newspapers, but I could easily ask them to do it for me and squish you.” She laughed at the thought, before she poked him in the side. “I’m kidding, I’d feel bad about squishing you.” 

Romana looked up the steps, trying to estimate how many more there were left to climb. “How many do you think we’ve climbed already?” She asked, glancing towards the ground, checking how high they were. “We shouldn’t have that much further to go, surely. Maybe we should have gotten one of those giants to help us cheat.”

"Oi, don’t you dare!" He yelped, hopping ten steps in one go, as if he half expected her to produce an electric razor and go after his hair right then and there. He even had images in his mind of her chasing him up the Eiffel Tower with it, laughing maniacally.

His mind was a strange place sometimes.

He laughed as she kissed his nose, bringing a finger up to boop her nose in return. “Besides, who would take you to great places like New Paris if I was squished? Really you need me, let’s be real here.”

He chuckled, winding his arm around her shoulders again. “We’re probably about three quarters of the way there. Just a little further. And cheating is no fun! Why would you want to cheat, it makes the victory so much less satisfying?” 

Anonymous inquired:

She laughed a little as he bowed. She really did enjoy his company. He always made her smile. "I'm doing well so far. Whether or not that continues depends on if I have a toaster when you leave." she said. Her tone was obviously teasing, though.

"Oh, that reminds me!"

He held up the bags he’d brought with him. Most of it was take out, but he did produce a toaster from one of them. “In anticipation of the one I’m going to ruin today.” He chuckled.

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Anonymous inquired:

She got up, going over and answering the door. She knew it was him, but she still smiled when she opened up and saw him standing there. "Hello. Come on in." she stepped out of the way, letting him in. "How are you today?"

Her appearance still managed to catch him off guard, even now. Still he smiled — giving her his best thousand-watt grin. “And hello to you Ms. de Jour,” he said with a small bow as he walked in. “How are you on this fine day?”

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Anonymous inquired:

Hannah finished fixing her hair, glancing at the clock. He should be there any minute. She looked down at her outfit, feeling odd. Jeans and a nice blouse were not what she normally wore when meeting a client. It was what he wanted, though... That was just the beginning of the oddities of this particular client. He never wanted sex. He wanted to talk. He wanted to dissect and repair her toaster. She'd yet to figure the man out. She sat down on the couch, waiting.

It had been two months since the Doctor had found the call girl who resembled Rose so very much. There were differences, of course — she was a little older, a little more done up than Rose, a little more confident in herself than Rose had ever been, but the similarities were still there. The way her lips twitched right before she gave way to a mischievous grin, the way she seemed to saunter when she knew she had the upper hand.

It was almost painful, how much she reminded him of Rose.

Once he’d found out who she really was — Hannah Baxter, working under the pseudonym Belle de Jour — that should have been the end of it.

Her certainly shouldn’t have set up an appointment with her.

But he had. It had been a little…weird, at first, the way she’d climbed into his lap, asking him what he wanted her to do. What would make him happy.

She’d been understandably shocked when he’d simply requested they talk.

And that was the way it went. After that first meeting he hadn’t gone back for a week, sure he’d gotten his fill.

But then he called again.

After that it was twice a week, sometimes three times if he was having a really bad week. After the first few times she seemed to figure out that he didn’t want sex, and started keeping a respectable distance, letting him talk. And when he didn’t want to talk, she let him dismantle her toaster.

He’d gone through three already.

And now he was standing outside her door, taking a deep breath as he prepared to see her once more.

He straightened his jacket. And he knocked.

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andysgotawatch:

thewanderinggod replied to your post “[outofwatch] I didn’t drive to Walmart for the sole purpose of cookie…”

…Please tell me you bought at least one more thing that’s actually solid XD

[outofwatch] But that would be a lie, my friend

And I guess lying is bad?