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Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been away for so long, I’m sure you missed me… Not that I was good about posting before it, but college started for me and I’ve had soo much work to do. So, I’ve been uninspired lately :(. Buuut, I’m working on something that I’ve never done before! Well I’m slowly working on it, I’m trying. Whenever I finish, y’all will have a new…. Ellie Williams x Reader!! I’ve just been in awe of beautiful Ellie and therefore am obligated to write something about her.

I’m not sure when this fic will come out, but hopefully with finals passing and the semester ending, I can finish it soon.

Also, I’d love to crank out a Christmas fic for y’all. So please, throw out Christmas requests for ANY character. My request rule is “it doesn’t hurt to try!” I have a very weird variety of knowledge and interests so if you have something that you’d like to see, request it! The worst that can happen is I don’t know it and I just don’t write it. And I think the possibility of your idea being fully fleshed outweighs that. So just request, I love them. Especially if it’s for Christmas ;).

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Do you do nsfw asks?

Depends, tbh I haven’t really ever written smut but I’ve done like head cannons and stuff. I would definitely submit the request, there’s no harm in trying!!

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Go donate if you can!!!

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Heyy!! I hope you’re doing great!! I would love to ask how Nathan and Sam Drake would react with their female s/o comparing their hands size? and ends up intertwining their fingers together? Thank you alot 🩷🩷

A/n: Thanks so much for the request, I also hope you’re doing great!! Sorry it’s kinda short, but I hope you enjoy!! (Requests Open!!!!)

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- He’s playful at first, going along with you when you ask for his hand.

- When you make a comment about how big his hands are compared to yours he looks at you offended. “Are you calling me giant?”

- He can’t help but burst out laughing when you tell him, “Anyone could see that!”

- He retaliates by telling you that he needs bigger hands so that he can climb, which doesn’t make him a giant.

- He just can’t hold back the hand puns. “Big hands sure do come in handy.”

- When you intertwine hands, his face immediately softens, going from playful to loving.

- His fingers curl instinctively through yours, rubbing his thumb along your hand.

- He holds up your hand, shaking it around. “This is the most priceless treasure I’ve ever held.”

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- He’s confused when you first grab his hand, and he’ll definitely give you a little look for it.

- After you tell him what you’re doing, he chuckles and makes fun of you a little bit.

- When you intertwine fingers, he lets out an even louder laugh. “You just wanted an excuse to hold hands. Should’ve just said so, I don't bite— much.”

- Now you're laughing, leaning into him, still holding hands. “Maybe I did, got a problem with that?”

- “No, no, I don't mind,” losing some of his bark at the thought of you letting go.

- You guys stay like that for a while in comfortable silence.

- He’s glad you initiated the contact, but definitely will not be telling Nate or Sully…

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I hope y’all appreciated the midnight grind.. It was surprisingly good stuff for the circumstances (if you get what I mean 🍃🛒🧟‍♀️)

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Felix fickelgruber being so touch starved, basically does everything for reader, male-housewife and very much buys too much for them but reader just wants him to love them back, yk? Reader just wants felix to love them back (no smut and just pure fluff) headcanons or a oneshot (or drabble?) Works

A/n: I'm gonna be honest, this isn't my best work. This is going in completely raw and not looked over at all... I just want to get it out... But this is my interpretation of this request, so I hope you enjoy! (Requests open!!!!)

Sweet | Felix Fickelgruber x Reader

You wake up to the wonderful smell of pancakes. You smile as you feel the bed dip, the smell accompanying your husband. Felix sets the tray of breakfast down as you continue to feign sleep. He moves a strand of hair out of your face before resting his hand on your waist. “Sweetheart, wake up.” You yawn before opening your eyes and rolling on your back.

You pull the plush comforter to your chest and smile up at him, “Good morning, darling. You’re up early.”

“I decided to wake up early so I could make you breakfast in bed. And after you finish your breakfast, I have a gift for you.”

You sit up, coming face to face with Felix. “You’re far too kind,” you commend, staring into his chocolate eyes.

Felix looks at you with wide eyes, shaking his head, “I’m just doing my husbandly duties, don’t judge my kindness based on this.” His eyes soften as you laugh and throw your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. In return, he wraps his arms around your waist, savoring your touch.

Suddenly, you throw yourself and Felix back onto the bed, eliciting a yelp from him. “Are you kind enough to lay in bed and cuddle with your wife?” you question through giggles.

“Unfortunately I am not. I spent way too long on that breakfast for us to lay here and let it get cold, so I’ll have to suffer the scrutiny of the title,” he responds, voice muffled by your neck.

A moment of silence passes before you say something. “Well, I’m not letting go.” Felix’s chest deflates as he exhales and you hear a muffled “fine” before he struggles to get his arms out from beneath you. As he pulls his arms out, you continue to cling to him, and you wish you would’ve thought about throwing the blanket off so that you could wrap your legs around him. When Felix finally gets his arms free, he places them on the bed next to you. He attempts to push himself up, but you refuse to let go of his neck.

Abruptly, Felix drops on top of you. You let out an oof, the weight of him on you making you lose your breath. Before you have time to recover, he attacks your sides, brutally tickling you. It takes you a second to register what happened, but when you do, you quickly let go of his neck and try to push his hands away. Felix, however, is relentless. Gasping for air through laughs, you struggle to form a sentence. “Felix, please! I’m sorry we can eat breakfast, just stop tickling me.”

Hearing your pleas, Felix stops. Free from your grasp, he sits up and straddles your waist. “Good, because I can’t wait to reveal the surprise. Plus, we have a schedule to stick to today.” He leans forward and boops your nose. “No rush though.”

You smile sweetly up at him, “Can I at least get a kiss before breakfast?”

“Anything for you, dear. Just let me get off of you.” Felix sits himself on the bed beside you as you sit up. After the both of you are comfortable, you turn to Felix and give him a loving kiss. He immediately reciprocates, cupping your cheek in his hand. You nuzzle into his hand as you break the kiss. After a moment, Felix pulls away his hand and points at you. “Now eat your breakfast, I don’t want it to be bad because it’s cold.”

Listening to Felix, you reach over and grab the tray, setting it down on your lap. He made you chocolate chip pancakes with a glass of chocolate milk. Hastily, you grab the fork and take a bite of the pancakes. “These are delicious,” you moan. Felix smiles, accepting the compliment. The two of you continue to talk as you eat your breakfast, enjoying each other’s company.

After you take the last bite of your breakfast, you hear Felix slap his hands down on his legs. It was clear that while he didn’t want to rush you, he was excited to give you your gift and was waiting for you to finish eating. “Alright, it’s gift time! Just set the tray down and I’ll get it for you later. Close your eyes and I’ll be right back. Stay right there.”

“I’m excited,” you claim as you follow his instructions. You hear shuffling before feeling him leave the bed. You listen to his footsteps as he walks to the door.

You hear the door open, “Don’t peek, okay?” He waits for your okay before walking out. You wait for a couple of minutes before hearing him return. “Don’t open yet, just hold on,” he commands, quietly arranging the gifts.

A moment later you hear the shuffling stop. “Can I open my eyes now?” you question.

“Yes, love.” After his confirmation, you open your eyes to see a beautiful emerald gown laid out on the bed. Placed neatly next to it is a pair of golden heels, as well as a gorgeous set of emerald and gold jewelry.

You look up in awe at Felix, who is intently watching your reaction. “Felix, this is beautiful, thank you so much.”

“It’s nothing,” Felix dismisses. “We were invited to a gala this evening that I thought you might enjoy, so I did you a favor and picked out your outfit. I thought I’d save you the trouble so I picked out accessories as well! I’ve also got a reservation at your favorite so we can eat before the gala,” he says, gleaming.

“I love you so much,” you say, amazed. “How did I ever manage to get such a perfect husband?”

Felix blushes at your sudden confession. “It’s because you’re so sweet.”

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Hellooo I was wondering if we can get Nathan drake SFW and NSFW headcanons?

A/n: Thanks for the request! I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it! Alo, this is my first time doing nsfw... (Requests Open!!!!)

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He’s definitely a big cuddler. He’s always trying to keep you in bed in the morning.

He loves to give you hugs from behind. Whether on an adventure or just doing the dishes; he’ll walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, rest his head on your shoulder, and just chit-chat.

He’s very protective. Let’s be honest, it can get pretty annoying at times, but you know he always means the best. When you get hurt, you never doubt that he’ll be by your side immediately.

He loves that you have a good relationship with Sam and Sully. He just loves all of you so much, so it means a lot that you guys get along.

He never misses the chance to tell you that he loves you. Every time you leave the room or hang up a phone call with him, he makes sure to tell you how much he loves you.

He’s just so in love with you. There isn’t a single thing about you that he doesn’t love. Sam and Sully are constantly catching him with a love-struck look on his face, and they make sure to make fun of him for it. Hell, they make fun of you too. They’re always making comments about how you have Nate wrapped around your finger. About how maybe you did some kind of magic and casted a spell on him.

As history nerds, the two of you love to randomly reference historical facts (”That’s more pathetic than King Phillip II of Spain’s fifth armada”).

One time, Nate went on a “top secret mission” that he refused to tell you the details of. Though you were initially against it, Nate begged you to trust him and eventually convinced you to let him go (it took a couple of different methods of persuasion). Turns out, he had gone on a risky mission— risky enough that you wouldn’t have agreed to him going— due to the large sum the award provided. With this money, he bought a custom engagement ring. It was the ring you always told him that you wanted if you guys ever became filthy rich. Not only did it have top-of-the-line metal, it had the most beautiful gems in it.

He’s a HUGE flirt. Even though you’re already together, he always makes sure to tell you how hot you look. You could be fighting mercenaries or even brushing your teeth and he’ll tell you that you’re gorgeous.

After an unsuccessful mission, he’ll always say something along the lines of, “It’s okay, I still have you and that’s all I’ll ever need.”

You guys met when he came to you regarding information on a certain treasure. You agreed to give him the information on one condition: you get to go find the treasure with him.

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He’s very jealous and that tends to translate into your sex life. After some guy tries to flirt with you, he’ll make sure to remind you why you don’t need anyone else.

He LOVES to eat you out. Part of it is that he just likes pussy. But most of it is that he loves to pleasure you. He doesn’t care if he gets off, as long as you do.

Once, when you guys were on a mission, the mercenaries had captured you. When Nate FINALLY got to you, you were tied up. He definitely waited a few minutes before letting you down so that he could stare at you. Everything about the way you looked with your hands tied above your head and how mean you were to the mercenaries turned him on. Ever since then, he has loved tying you up.

He’s tried roleplaying with you. One scenario was that he was a thief trying to seduce you into letting him take the Queen’s crowned jewels.

He likes to edge you. While he is all about your pleasure, he knows that you’re into it. It also gives him a sense of satisfaction, we all know how cocky he is. Occasionally, he’ll even add on overstimulation, going until you’re begging him to stop.

One time he had the terrible idea to try a lush on you. He made you wear it (you consented of course) on a very low-risk mission. While you were successful, it’s not something you would do again.

He’s often away, so he’s not opposed to sexting. He doesn’t care if it’s over text or on call, he’s down for it. He especially loves it when you send him unprompted nudes.

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Guys, I swear I’m actually writing stuff…. I just haven’t posted them yet…

There may be some content coming soon…

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yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me

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There may be some content coming soon…

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Hey, guys!! I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted at all recently. I promise that I’ve seen your requests and will get to them! I started on one a while ago but I’ve had a lot going on and haven’t been able to work on it… I promise I’ll get on them as soon as I can! Once again, I’m sorry!

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Let's talk about character voices.

Giving a character a unique voice in your writing involves several elements, including word choice, sentence structure, dialogue quirks, and mannerisms. By incorporating these elements into your writing, you can create characters with distinct voices that resonate with readers and bring your story to life.

Here are some tips to help you create distinctive voices for your characters:

Distinct Vocabulary: Choose words that reflect the character's background, personality, and education level. Consider their profession, interests, and experiences when selecting vocabulary. For example, a well-educated professor would likely use more sophisticated language.

Dialogue Quirks: Give each character specific speech patterns or quirks that set them apart. This could include repeated phrases, stuttering, using or avoiding contractions, or speaking in a particular dialect or accent. Be careful not to overdo it, though, as too much can become distracting.

Sentence Structure: Pay attention to the rhythm and structure of their sentences. Some characters might speak in short, abrupt sentences, while others might use long, flowing ones. This can convey their confidence, hesitation, or urgency.

Internal Monologue: Show the character's unique thought process through their internal monologue. This can help readers understand their motivations, fears, and desires, further distinguishing them from other characters. (This may not necessarily apply to your story if you're writing in a third person omniscient perspective, or if you intend to exclusively follow the internal monologue of the main character.)

Physical Gestures and Actions: Incorporate the character's physical gestures and actions into their dialogue to add depth to their voice. For example, a nervous character might fidget, slouch, or avoid eye contact while speaking, while a confident character might stand tall and make direct eye contact.

Background and History: Consider the character's background and history when crafting their voice. Their upbringing, cultural influences, and past experiences can all shape the way they speak and interact with others.

Consistency: It's important to maintain consistency in the character's voice throughout the story. Pay attention to their speech patterns, vocabulary, and mannerisms to ensure they remain true to their established personality.

Listen to Real Conversations: Pay attention to how people speak in real life, including their tone, vocabulary, and speech patterns. Drawing inspiration from real conversations can help you create authentic and believable dialogue for your characters.

Read Aloud: Reading your dialogue aloud can help you identify areas where the character's voice may not sound authentic. If it doesn't sound like something they would say, revise.

Avoid Stereotypes: While it's okay to draw inspiration from archetypes, be careful not to rely too heavily on stereotypes. Instead, strive to create complex, multidimensional characters with unique voices.

Hope this helps!

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Hi are requests still open? If they are could you write about Thomas with the reader being Isabels sister, she has always loved him but couldn't say anything as she was already betrothed and died shortly after him due to illness, it wasn't until Allison came and Thomas starting flirting with her that the reader finally snaps and reveals her almost 200 year old feelings for Thomas?

All the Time in the World| Thomas Thorne x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, I hope you love it!! It was actually so fun to write! I'm so sorry it took so long; it has been a STRESSFUL few weeks... But Happy Valentine's Day <33 I hope you guys had a wonderful day! This isn't necessarily a special, but I made sure to get it out today... Requests Open!!

     I remember the day Thomas died. It was one of the worst days of my life. The only other day that comes close to it was the one that revealed that I was to be betrothed to a man whom I did not love. Even if I tried, I could not love him, for my heart already belonged to someone else.

     Being the eldest daughter meant that I had responsibilities that Isabel did not. Regardless of whether I had found my true love, I was expected to be wed first and fast. And by the time I did, I had the choice ripped away from me.

     My parents wanted me to marry someone with a respectable profession, which Thomas did not fit into. So instead, they passed me along to a viscount. But I had no interest in him. He was the complete opposite of Thomas. He was serious and uncreative, not to mention old. I needed someone to share my love of art with.

     To cope, I made more paintings in my month of betrothal than I had ever before. I put all of my emotions into my art. Both my love for Thomas and my hatred for the viscount.

     Not long after Thomas' death, I fell ill. The doctors said that there was nothing that could be done besides living the rest of my life in peace. When I received the news, I was unsure whether I should be sad that my life would end short or happy that I would not be forced to live a life full of lies. I put the last of my life into my paintings, some of which still reside in the Button house.

     I often think about the life I could have lived if only Thomas had opened his eyes and looked closely. If only he were not so oblivious. But he was not. So, instead, he died fawning over someone who did not love him. I wish he had looked past Isabel's beauty and realized she was not the one who loved him. Alas, there is no changing the past.

     He still has not stopped being obsequious to every woman that walks past him. Even though he knows he has no chance with her, that does not stop him from spouting poetry at her. It is aggravating and, quite frankly, a bit pathetic. I mean, she cannot even see him. If he would just be a little less blind and catch all of the hints I have dropped, he would see a woman who loves him and all his stupidness.

     The only thing that has changed since Alison has shown up is that Thomas is more persistent. Now that he knows someone can see and hear him, he believes he has a chance. Of course, that is not actually true. Alison is like two hundred years younger than him, alive, and married. Honestly, it has never been more frustrating.  

     "Alison, my dear, you are the pinnacle of beauty," Thomas exclaims as I walk into the family room. Hearing the beginning of a rant, I walk straight out. 

     Unfortunately, Alison spots me before I can sneak away. "Wait, wait, I need your help!" she shouts, cutting off Thomas. I freeze right outside the door and debate whether or not I can get away with pretending like I had not heard her. Before I can decide, Alison seals my fate with a little "Please!"

     I sigh and spin around to re-enter the family room. "Yes, Alison?"

     "I was wondering if I could get a little of your artistic expertise?" she smiles shyly, walking closer. Thomas follows behind her like a lost puppy.

     "Of course you can, Alison. I am glad you asked." I really am glad she asked. It is not often that I get to participate in art-related things, being dead and all. Alison gives me a genuine smile and leads me to the other side of the room where the canvas she has been working on lies.

     "Something's off about it, but I'm not sure what it is. What do you think?" she asks while frowning. I tilt my head as I suspect the portrait. It is of Thomas, but she is right; something is off.

     "I think it is absolutely beautiful, Alison. Much like yourself," Thomas praises.

     I roll my eyes. "It is not bad, there are merely a few things that need to be fixed. Alison, I think you made his lips a bit too small. And the eyes need to be fixed as well. Everything else is good though." It only makes sense that I would recognize this; I have spent years yearning for him. With how much time I have spent around Thomas, I would be disappointed if I did not notice.

     Alison squints for a second, looking between Thomas and the portrait. "You're right! How did you notice that so fast?" I can only shrug in response, not willing to reveal the truth. 

     "I think that you have done a wonderful job, it is perfect like it is," Thomas claims. This is starting to get old. Actually, it is old, about two hundred years so. 

     "But that is not true. Besides the fact that nothing is perfect, Alison has only managed to capture your likeness, not you." It is true; she had the portrait of Thomas but had not gotten the more minor details. Though they may seem insignificant, they were the things that made him him. The things such as the sparkle behind his eyes that show his passion or the dimples in his cheeks that show his joy.

     "That is also not true," Thomas states matter of factly. "There are many things in this world that are perfect, and Alison's portrait is just one."

     Unbeknownst to me and Thomas, Alison slowly backed out of the room, trying to avoid the argument. "Oh, of course you think that! Of course Alison is perfect and of course her portrait is perfect! It is missing the most important detail about you! But no, it is perfect because she is," I yell, throwing my hands about. I do not mean to lose my temper, but I have been perfectly calm about this for far too long. 

     “I never said that! I merely stated that the portrait is," Thomas stammers.

     "You do not need to say it, it lies within your actions."

     Thomas looks into my eyes, "Clearly, I would need to say it because my advances have gone unnoticed."

     "It is not that they have gone unnoticed; it is simply that she does not return your feelings! She is married, for god's sake!"

     Thomas frowns, "But just because one is married, does that mean that she does not love another?"

     I hesitate, debating my next words. "No, it does not. And you would notice that if you would just open your eyes."

     "Are you saying?" Thomas cuts himself off.

     "Yes, I suppose I am. Thomas Thorne, I have been in love with you since I first saw you," I avert my eyes from him. "But you never loved me. You loved Isabel."

     I hear Thomas step closer. He grabs my hand, saying my name. "I did not love Isabel. I never did. But you were betrothed to the viscount."

     I finally look Thomas in the eyes. "Are you saying?"

     "I suppose I am," Thomas jokes. "I have been in love with you since I first saw you."

     "But, what about all the other women were infatuated with?" 

     Thomas squeezes my hand, "It may sound ignorant, but they were solely distractions. I genuinely believed you did not love me back, which I now know is stupid. It was the only way I could think to cope." 

     I purse my lips, thinking for a moment. "As nonsensical as that is, I suppose I understand," I say, clasping his hand within mine. I smile, and we stand in blissful silence, enjoying each other's presence. 

     After a moment, my smile drops. Thomas' brows furrow in confusion. "What is the matter, my love?"

     "You are telling me that we have been in the same house for over two hundred years, pining over each other? We could have been together forever ago!" 

     Thomas drops my hand, instead placing it gently on my cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb. "Well, at least we have all the time in the world to make up for it."

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THANK YOU SO MUCH

11/river/reader.

After Clara joins 11 doesn’t really mention river but reader does talking about all their adventures and time they’ve spent together Clara sits and listens reader doesn’t know that river has died yet seeing as she joined the doctor after the library episode

So some flash backs and the doctor smiling with teary eyes knowing that their shared love had them and keeps going on in memory

Hold On To The Memory| The Doctor x Reader x River Song

A/N: This was pretty fun to write, thanks for the request! Also, Tumblr is being really weird. I can't my drafts? Hopefully it gets fixed soon, that's all I've got to say. Requests Open!!

     Clara currently sits in front of me, a hot cup of tea cradled in her hand. Having a cuppa and just talking is a daily ritual for us. You get to have all kinds of stories and gossip when you travel the universe with a silly man. Clara just finished telling me a story about this man she had met.

     "So, do you have any stories about some heroic man?" Clara questions, wiggling her eyebrows.

     I laugh, "No man, besides The Doctor. However… That's because my other hero is a woman.

     Clara gasps, "A woman? Why haven't I met her?"

     "Well, that's because we haven't seen her in a while. See, she also time travels, so we always see her at a different point in her timeline. It can be a bit confusing," I explain.

     "Ah, okay. But you have to tell me some stories! It's only fair; I mean, I've just told you about the guy that I met." I chuckle, thinking of the perfect story to tell her. It's not hard to remember any, as they all hold a special place in my memories, but it's hard to pick the right one. After thinking for a minute, I decide on a time when River surprised The Doctor and me.

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     This one time, The Doctor and I were in the TARDIS after a very stressful and running-filled trip. Then, all of a sudden, the TARDIS gets a message. The only thing that the message has on it is coordinates. So, of course, we just have to go to it. You know what they say: no rest for the wicked. Well, we aren't wicked, but you get my point.

     Anyway, we arrived at the coordinates and peeked out of the doors to see… nothing. There was nothing but vast fields of flowers. That's all the plant was! The Doctor and I just looked at each other in confusion. There was a chance this could go bad. Why would we get called out to a deserted planet?

     So, of course, we go to investigate. We don't get very far, though. We were not even five feet away from the TARDIS when something jumped out at us. I'll admit that I was startled.

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     I lean closer to Clara, whispering so only she could hear me. "I didn't tell you this, but I don't think I've ever seen The Doctor jump higher."

     Clara bursts out in laughter, almost spitting out her tea. She puts her hand over her mouth, ensuring she doesn't spit anything out before speaking. "I can imagine it! Did he scream? Oh, wait, wait! Did he make the face?" Clara makes her best impression of The Doctor's frightened face.

     "I don't think that he screamed, God knows we'd never let him live that down. But that's exactly the face that he made!" I say through my laughter.  "Okay, okay. But what jumped out?"

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     It was only River! River's our wife. Just to give you an image, River has these gorgeous blonde curls and tan skin. I swear, she's the image of Aphrodite. She actually could be... She likes to do that kind of stuff. 

     Boy, did River get a good laugh out of that. I only slapped her shoulder; it was pretty easy to tell that the thing jumping out at you is harmless when they literally say 'boo.' But The Doctor? He just stood there pouting. He looked like a scorned child or a kicked puppy. She was like, "It's just a joke, sweetie." He wasn't having any of it, though.

     With his arms crossed and bottom lip jutted, he said, "Why would you do that? We don't know what this planet is, we had no clue what you were!"

     "That's the point," River sighed and rolled her eyes.

     "So, why'd you call us here?" I asked.

     "I have something to show you guys," she answered.

     I grimaced a little; at the moment, I just wanted to take a shower and a nap. And with River, that phrase could mean anything. "Is it anything bad?"

     "No, no. But that's all I'll tell you."

     I looked over to The Doctor, who was still pouting and rolled my eyes. "Lead the way," I said, motioning her to start walking.

     After walking through the fields, we finally reached our destination. We were at a more sparse section of the field. "Surprise!" River yelled. In front of us was a large blanket with lit candles and a picnic basket laid on it. "I thought it would be nice since we haven't been able to do this in a while," she almost sounded nervous.

     I looked over to The Doctor in shock. It was so unexpected. It's not like River to do that kind of stuff. She's a very reserved person. The Doctor had stopped pouting. Instead, he looked like a child on Christmas. "Wow, River."

     "Don't act so surprised. I can just knock over the candles," River deadpanned.

     "No, no! It's not a bad thing. We're just shocked, this is so nice. The Doctor and I haven't had any time to relax lately," I reassured.

      "Honestly, we haven't. It'd be nice to spend some time with you," The Doctor added.

     "I think it's perfect," I smiled.

     "Alright, that's too much," River said with a sneer.

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     "So, we had the most wonderful picnic. She had packed a whole meal, with each course coming from a different exotic planet. It was perfect, Clara. I mean, the planet was just beautiful. And that wasn't the only good view," I joke.

     Clara chuckles, "That's amazing! It sounds like you guys really love each other."

     "We do. I can't wait 'till we can see her again. And I can introduce you!" I say, smiling.

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     He knows that he shouldn't listen in on the conversation. You and Clara's talks were supposed to be some "private girl time." Little bits of gossip in the morning to bring a sort of normalcy to your hectic travels.

     But he couldn't help himself once he heard River's name. Hearing her name still hurts after all this time. He hasn't told you yet, and he's not sure he'll be able to. He knows it might be selfish and that he'll have to tell you eventually, but he can't bring himself to break your heart. River means a lot to you. It would take a long time for you to recuperate from her death. Hell, he still hasn't fully recovered.

     He remembers as you tell the story to Clara. He remembers your smile. He remembers River's laugh. The way the light breeze blew through your hair. He remembers how happy everyone was and tries his best to cling to the memory. He smiles as a tear slides down his cheek.

     Even though River is no longer alive, the memories that you made will live on. You would always happily look back on them. Your love would live forever.

[sunnyy3d]

Guys, I am coming up with idea after idea today… Now I just have to find the time to actually write it. That Fickelgruber fic is still a wip, I just have to finish one last request and then I can restart it 🫡

[sunnyy3d]

11/river/reader.

After Clara joins 11 doesn’t really mention river but reader does talking about all their adventures and time they’ve spent together Clara sits and listens reader doesn’t know that river has died yet seeing as she joined the doctor after the library episode

So some flash backs and the doctor smiling with teary eyes knowing that their shared love had them and keeps going on in memory

Hold On To The Memory| The Doctor x Reader x River Song

A/N: This was pretty fun to write, thanks for the request! Also, Tumblr is being really weird. I can't edit my drafts? Hopefully it gets fixed soon, that's all I've got to say. Requests Open!!

     Clara currently sits in front of me, a hot cup of tea cradled in her hand. Having a cuppa and just talking is a daily ritual for us. You get to have all kinds of stories and gossip when you travel the universe with a silly man. Clara just finished telling me a story about this man she had met.

     "So, do you have any stories about some heroic man?" Clara questions, wiggling her eyebrows.

     I laugh, "No man, besides The Doctor. However… That's because my other hero is a woman.

     Clara gasps, "A woman? Why haven't I met her?"

     "Well, that's because we haven't seen her in a while. See, she also time travels, so we always see her at a different point in her timeline. It can be a bit confusing," I explain.

     "Ah, okay. But you have to tell me some stories! It's only fair; I mean, I've just told you about the guy that I met." I chuckle, thinking of the perfect story to tell her. It's not hard to remember any, as they all hold a special place in my memories, but it's hard to pick the right one. After thinking for a minute, I decide on a time when River surprised The Doctor and me.

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     This one time, The Doctor and I were in the TARDIS after a very stressful and running-filled trip. Then, all of a sudden, the TARDIS gets a message. The only thing that the message has on it is coordinates. So, of course, we just have to go to it. You know what they say: no rest for the wicked. Well, we aren't wicked, but you get my point.

     Anyway, we arrived at the coordinates and peeked out of the doors to see… nothing. There was nothing but vast fields of flowers. That's all the plant was! The Doctor and I just looked at each other in confusion. There was a chance this could go bad. Why would we get called out to a deserted planet?

     So, of course, we go to investigate. We don't get very far, though. We were not even five feet away from the TARDIS when something jumped out at us. I'll admit that I was startled.

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     I lean closer to Clara, whispering so only she could hear me. "I didn't tell you this, but I don't think I've ever seen The Doctor jump higher."

     Clara bursts out in laughter, almost spitting out her tea. She puts her hand over her mouth, ensuring she doesn't spit anything out before speaking. "I can imagine it! Did he scream? Oh, wait, wait! Did he make the face?" Clara makes her best impression of The Doctor's frightened face.

     "I don't think that he screamed, God knows we'd never let him live that down. But that's exactly the face that he made!" I say through my laughter.  "Okay, okay. But what jumped out?"

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     It was only River! River's our wife. Just to give you an image, River has these gorgeous blonde curls and tan skin. I swear, she's the image of Aphrodite. She actually could be... She likes to do that kind of stuff. 

     Boy, did River get a good laugh out of that. I only slapped her shoulder; it was pretty easy to tell that the thing jumping out at you is harmless when they literally say 'boo.' But The Doctor? He just stood there pouting. He looked like a scorned child or a kicked puppy. She was like, "It's just a joke, sweetie." He wasn't having any of it, though.

     With his arms crossed and bottom lip jutted, he said, "Why would you do that? We don't know what this planet is, we had no clue what you were!"

     "That's the point," River sighed and rolled her eyes.

     "So, why'd you call us here?" I asked.

     "I have something to show you guys," she answered.

     I grimaced a little; at the moment, I just wanted to take a shower and a nap. And with River, that phrase could mean anything. "Is it anything bad?"

     "No, no. But that's all I'll tell you."

     I looked over to The Doctor, who was still pouting and rolled my eyes. "Lead the way," I said, motioning her to start walking.

     After walking through the fields, we finally reached our destination. We were at a more sparse section of the field. "Surprise!" River yelled. In front of us was a large blanket with lit candles and a picnic basket laid on it. "I thought it would be nice since we haven't been able to do this in a while," she almost sounded nervous.

     I looked over to The Doctor in shock. It was so unexpected. It's not like River to do that kind of stuff. She's a very reserved person. The Doctor had stopped pouting. Instead, he looked like a child on Christmas. "Wow, River."

     "Don't act so surprised. I can just knock over the candles," River deadpanned.

     "No, no! It's not a bad thing. We're just shocked, this is so nice. The Doctor and I haven't had any time to relax lately," I reassured.

      "Honestly, we haven't. It'd be nice to spend some time with you," The Doctor added.

     "I think it's perfect," I smiled.

     "Alright, that's too much," River said with a sneer.

☼⁺˚･༓☽♡☾ ༓･˚⁺ ☼

     "So, we had the most wonderful picnic. She had packed a whole meal, with each course coming from a different exotic planet. It was perfect, Clara. I mean, the planet was just beautiful. And that wasn't the only good view," I joke.

     Clara chuckles, "That's amazing! It sounds like you guys really love each other."

     "We do. I can't wait 'till we can see her again. And I can introduce you!" I say, smiling.

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     He knows that he shouldn't listen in on the conversation. You and Clara's talks were supposed to be some "private girl time." Little bits of gossip in the morning to bring a sort of normalcy to your hectic travels.

     But he couldn't help himself once he heard River's name. Hearing her name still hurts after all this time. He hasn't told you yet, and he's not sure he'll be able to. He knows it might be selfish and that he'll have to tell you eventually, but he can't bring himself to break your heart. River means a lot to you. It would take a long time for you to recuperate from her death. Hell, he still hasn't fully recovered.

     He remembers as you tell the story to Clara. He remembers your smile. He remembers River's laugh. The way the light breeze blew through your hair. He remembers how happy everyone was and tries his best to cling to the memory. He smiles as a tear slides down his cheek.

     Even though River is no longer alive, the memories that you made will live on. You would always happily look back on them. Your love would live forever.