#like her telling the doctor that she's pregnant before rory

[jennycalendar]

so the thing i am noticing as i continue to watch the river eps is that the problem i have with the melody pond plotline is not necessarily its fantastical improbability/ridiculousness, because doctor who has always been a show about making the fantastically improbable and ridiculous feel charming and wonderful, and also i am soooo biased i love melody pond soooo much That's Amy And Rory's Baby To Me! if anything, the fact that this is a series of absurd coincidences endear me to the notion more. but the thing is, with the information we're given about river pre-reveal, there is absolutely no way that anyone could possibly guess river's true identity.

prefacing that statement -- i did a cursory google search & moffat did seem to intimate in some interviews that he had the river stuff locked and loaded as early as s5! i do think that clocks, because river makes lots of references to killing the doctor, amy and river are absolutely a lot alike from the get-go, and the amelia pond -> river song thing is also a clear hint, but the foreshadowing outside of that is literally nothing, in what seems to be a preventative measure. that is not enough info to figure out that river is melody.

i feel like this is most clearly shown in let's kill hitler -- they handwave mels not being present at the wedding or mentioned in any prior episode, when we absolutely should have met her! honestly, mels should have been a character that we see in the eleventh hour (maybe even someone who either helps out here and there or refuses to), to the point where when amy and rory name melody, we know that it's for mels. we need her to feel like amy and rory's best friend from the moment that we meet amy and rory, rather than being introduced in the River Backstory Episode. mels could turn down traveling with the doctor for some unspecified reason, but she needs to be either someone he knows or someone that we have seen make an effort to make herself invisible. her showing up only when she has Narrative Relevance, when she should have been the clearest hint to who river is, was not a good plan, and it makes me upset, because 1) we miss out on mels, a wonderful and adorable and slightly murderous incarnation of river who i'd have loved to see more of, and 2) mels not being there means figuring out who melody is becomes that much more difficult, which really does support my theory that the focus was on Creating A Shocking Timey-Wimey Moment rather than a long-term investment in river's character :( and that, for me, is a bummer.

at the same time, tho, i'm kinda like -- so much of river's character really is defined by being a Woman Of Mystery! the hints can't come from her, obvs, because i think she would lose so much of what makes her her if she's at any point able to be deciphered by the doctor or the narrative. and i do think it's very on brand for river (who is made of masks) to absolutely shut all of her feelings down when interacting with younger versions of her parents. but we really, really, really needed more time with river. i think that's what i'm getting at. we needed more time with river within the show, very possibly through mels, for this to work effectively.

[imtryingbuck]

Seventy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 3,104

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. death (cancer)

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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In the fifteen years that has passed Bucky and Y/n became grandparents to a whopping eleven beautiful grandchildren. Each one of them being well and truly spoiled by their grandparents.

Georgia and Billy got married six months after they proposed to each other, two months later they found out they were having a baby. Natalia was born three weeks prematurely, though still tiny she was strong, always kicking her little legs out and had a set of lungs on her. Two years after Georgia gave birth to another baby girl naming her Scarlet after Billy’s favourite superhero character the Scarlet Witch.

Another two years go by and she gives birth to another baby girl named Aurora, or Rory as Y/n always calls her. Four years later Georgia rings her mom to say she’s pregnant again, the whole family getting a shock of a lifetime when they find out that she was pregnant with triplets. Two girls and a boy, Marya, Django and Rebecca, named after Wanda and Pietro’s parents and Bucky’s sister.

Jamie had three children with his now ex-wife, Nicole, though they divorced and she remarried they remained good friends and were amazing at co-parenting with each other. Ryder, Levi and Angel. Angel was born on Bucky’s birthday which he did not shut up about.

Stevie and his boyfriend Ryan had adopted a baby girl when she was a month old, she had the most brightest green eyes Y/n had ever seen. She was born with a cleft lip and her biological mother didn’t want her which was truly a shame as Quinn could melt anyone’s heart just by looking at them.

Sammy and his girlfriend Eva surprised everyone by announcing that she was pregnant, she had been told when she was younger that she was never going to be able to get pregnant which was something she had come to terms with, but she gave birth to a healthy baby boy who they named James, after Bucky and Eva’s dad.

Howard passed away in his sleep two years after Georgia got married. Y/n and Tony held his hands when he passed. He was buried with his one true love, Maria. With Grace on one side and on the other was George and Winnie. 

Grace and Bunny’s Haven became successful, another two Havens in different locations had been build and were now being used by men and women. There were plans to build a fourth Haven but it had to be put on hold.

In a year they must have seen hundreds of faces and heard similar stories. No matter how many times she heard them it didn’t stop her heart from aching each time.

Bucky’s and Y/n’s marriage was just as strong as it had ever been, Steve mocked them once for being sickly sweet so Bucky grabbed Y/n by her hand and pulled her into him and kissed her, both putting on a little show for their friends. That was until Georgia was sick.

She was pregnant at the time.

That’s their defence anyway.

The love that they had for each other continued to grow as the years went on. He was still her Ducky and she was still his Bunny. Natalia once asked Y/n if Bunny was her real name and she had to explain that it was a nickname, then explained why her grandpa called her Bunny, the little girl smiled before running to tell Georgia that her grandmas real name wasn’t Bunny.

Two weeks before Y/n and Bucky celebrated their thirty ninth wedding anniversary Y/n started coughing up blood, Bucky rushed her straight to the hospital panic filling his veins the whole time he drove there.

After blood tests were done a doctor sat the couple down and told Y/n that she had cancer. It was terminal.

It took her back to when Maria had been told the same thing, and just like Maria she didn’t cry no she asked questions whilst Bucky held her hand tighter and tighter to the point where it was hurting her but she never once removed her hand away from his. She needed him. Needed him to help ground her.

Y/n begged Bucky not to tell anyone, at least not until after their anniversary which he hesitantly agreed.

They spent their anniversary at the cabin they had been renting for the past thirty nine years to celebrate the date they became one, through the whole week they were there Bucky cried, he couldn’t understand why it was her that had cancer, to him it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she out of all people had been diagnosed with cancer, it’s wasn’t fair after all her kindness and love she shared and gave to others that she was going to be dying a slow death.

He couldn’t understand how she remained so calm throughout her diagnosis and the week they were away.

“I’ve lived an amazing life Ducky, everything will be okay I promise” she told him as she held him in her arms, wiping his tears off his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

A week after finding out that she had terminal cancer she and Bucky sat their kids down, their hearts breaking at seeing and hearing the most important people to them crying, shaking their heads in denial, Y/n got up and grabbed a hold of her children squeezing them into her chest tight, telling them how much she loves each and every one of them. She couldn’t stress enough of how proud she was of them. Bucky joined in on the family hug, all six of them crumbling together on to the floor.

Telling the group plus Tony was difficult too, all of them in denial about what Y/n was telling them. Each of them couldn’t believe that the strongest one out of them all had been diagnosed with a vile disease such as cancer.

Even with getting chemotherapy to try and slow down the cancer she was becoming weaker not like it stopped her from doing her work at Grace and Bunny’s Haven. Bucky tried and failed to get her to slow down but she wouldn’t, couldn’t as she wanted to continue being there for those who came to her for help before she passed.

“Nanny sweetie” Y/n looked down to see Quinn staring up at her with those wide green eyes that she loved so much.

“You want a sweetie darling?”

“Yes pwease nanny”

“Who am I to say no to you huh? Go ahead and get one sweetheart”

“You spoil her too much you know mom” Stevie said as he came into the living room where she was.

“I know I do but look at them cheeks”

Stevie stood by the couch and stared down at his mom, his heart ached at seeing her looking weak, something he never thought he would ever see or say about his mom. To him she was the strongest person he had even known and possibly would ever know. It had been just over a year since her diagnosis and though she was getting chemotherapy it wasn’t doing much other than delay the inevitable.

Two months prior Y/n and Bucky celebrated their fortieth anniversary, their children planned and organised a party for them at their home. Family and friends were all there to celebrate the love and memories of their time together.

Y/n cried at the surprise and seeing all their loved ones all together, Bucky cried knowing it was the last anniversary they were going to celebrate.

“H-how are you feeling today mom?”

“I’m okay don’t worry about me pumpkin”

“Mom-“ he sighed softly he knew she was still putting up a front, still trying to keep up a positive outlook though all those around her could see her smile fading everyday. “How are you, really?”

“I-I’m scared of dying if I’m honest Stevie, b-but like I told your dad I’ve lived a great life so I’m okay with what’s happening”

Stevie sits next to his mom holding her hands as he started to struggle with keeping his tears at bay. The strongest person he knows had just told him that she was scared. He didn’t realise that he had tears falling from his eyes until Y/n reached out and wiped his cheeks.

“Oh don’t cry my dear boy, everything will be okay I just know it”

“B-but you’re going to die mom, your d-dying an-an-and I can’t do anything to s-stop it from happening” Stevie stuttered out, he was always the one out of the four siblings that wanted to help everyone and anyone, he always felt like he had failed somehow if he couldn’t help people.

“St-Stevie look at me- oh my sweet boy everything is going to be okay I promise. You can’t control this and neither can I but everything will be okay”

“B-but what do I do without you momma?”

“Live your life to the fullest, love until your heart and soul are content, make memories and for the love of god keep being yourself Stevie. And when things get tough just look up at the sky night or day and just know I’m looking down on you, even though I’m not going to be here physically doesn’t mean your getting away from me, alright?”

Stevie nods with tears running down his cheeks, hugging his mom tightly and promising her that he will do everything she told him too. They separate when Quinn comes stumbling over with chocolate all over her face, smiling widely not understanding the conversation between her dada and nanny.

A month after having that conversation with Stevie, Y/n took a turn for the worse. Bucky knew the end was near for his Bunny, when that realisation hit him he went to the toilet and puked up.

On Wednesday 20th August, Bucky stood from the doorway watching his wife, his one and true love, his Bunny sleeping in their bed, his coloured eyes went from her face to her chest to make sure it was still rising.

“Y-you watching me sleep Ducky?” Her soft voice whispered filling in the quiet room.

“Of course my sweet Bunny”

“Duck-“

“Not today baby please”

“I-I don’t think I have another d-day in me Duck”

“Pl-please Bun”

Y/n smiled weakly, slowly patting the bed for him to come over. Holding his hand she raised his hand to her lips where she placed a lingering kiss to his knuckles.

“I-I don’t want the kids being in the room when I go Ducky, please promise me that they won’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not fair on them to see me go Ducky, so please promise me”

“I-I promise Bunny, I promise”

Hand in hand for about thirty minutes, Bucky slowly stood and stumbled downstairs to grab his phone. Ringing Georgia his voice shook as he told her that she needed to get everyone to the house so that they could say their goodbyes, leaning heavily against the counter his heart cracking when he could hear his oldest child breaking down on the other end of the phone, he could hear Billy’s voice cracking in the background as he tried to get their children ready.

Coming off the phone to Georgia he rang Jamie to tell him the same, he knew he was currently with the twins. He rang Tony, then Steve asking his longest friend if he could tell everyone else, he simply couldn’t have that conversation once again. Climbing the stairs and heading into their bedroom Bucky sighed a breath of relief when he noticed her chest still rising and falling, he let her know that everyone was on their way. 

“Duck, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Every day for the past forty three years” Bucky admits with a smile.

“Thank you for the best years of my life James, you’ve al-always made me happy you know? You’re my world, my light, my better half my love, I’ve lived a life full of happiness and I’ve known true love because of you, so thank you Ducky”

Bucky makes no attempt to wipe the heavy stream of tears away, he tries to find the words to tell her how much she means to him but before he could find them the bedroom door opens revealing his greatest achievements.

Their children.

Bucky sits back and lets his children and best friends say their goodbyes in their own ways, his heart feeling heavier and heavier the longer they are there. He sits there with his hand in hers watching his Bunny smile at each member of their very large family, he knows that she accepted her fate the moment the doctor told her the news, he knows even though she’s scared of death and of the unknown that comes with it, scared of leaving her loved ones behind and of the thought of never seeing any of them again.

Despite the ending of her story coming to an end so soon she still keeps a smile on her lips, trying to show her family that it’s okay, it’s okay that she’s going to be going to sleep soon and never waking back up.

After an hour of being surrounded by the people who meant the world to her she gives Bucky a look silently telling him that it was time. Choking back a sob he tells his children and best friends that they needed to leave, each of them confused until Y/n speaks up and tells them that she doesn’t want any of them being there, each of them trying to protest - fear and the truth of what was happening making them stay in place, until Bucky gave them all a single look. 

The family they created stumbled out of the room, holding on to each other. Before shutting the door behind him Tony took one last long at his baby sister, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

Bucky climbing into the bed next to his only love clinging to her like a lifeline.

“I love you Bunny, I love you so much Y/n thank you for everything. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be yours. I-I love you, I love you.” Bucky whispers as he sees the eyes belonging to the only woman who he’s ever loved purely and deeply, the woman who he watched give life four times, the woman who gave his life meaning. The woman who he’s loved since he was an innocent little child who didn’t really know the meaning of love, starting to flutter closed.

“I’ll be with you soon my love” he again whispers, so terrified to speak any louder as she would hear the way his voice cracks, he needed to be strong for her. He couldn’t let her down.

Georgia walked into the room with slow timid steps. Falling to her knees with a loud thud she releases a gut wrenching sob which has her brothers, uncles and aunts flinching and bowing their heads.

“Wh-when do we get to give nanny her birthday presents?” Rory asks innocently, completely unaware of why everyone was crying.

Standing in front of so many people, many she knew, many she didn’t. Georgia though her heart ached as she stood at the podium next to her mommas coffin she smiled. Smiled at seeing that so many people had come to say goodbye and pay their respect to her beautiful mom, smiled at seeing them all dressed in bright clothes. Georgia told everyone that she didn’t want anyone wearing black.

Georgia smiled at seeing all the people who had gone to Y/n to seek help had arrived at the church. The air got caught in her throat when she saw the four women and the first man who were the first people to arrive at Y/n’s sanctuary were all sitting together.

“My mom was the greatest woman I had ever met, strong and beautiful. Her heart knew no bounds, she always saw the good in people. My mom was my best friend, the person so many people could turn to for help or a shoulder to cry on o-or just someone to hold them. My mom is and will always be my hero. Her laugh was infectious and so was her smile, my mom would make jokes about things that weren’t really funny but she would laugh and you just couldn’t help but laugh along. She truly was an inspiration to me and too many others. Her love for my dad was beyond words, she loved him so deeply and wholeheartedly, so purely. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of Y/n Barnes”

She looks towards Billy who nods slowly as to encourage her to continue. She wipes the tears from her eyes.

“My dad was incredible, funny, loving and one of the kindest men I had ever met. My dad was the reason why my mom was able to create Grace and Bunny’s Haven, he supported her every step of the way, supported strangers and friends. His love like my mom’s knew no bounds-“ the feeling of her throat drying and closing has her coughing lightly.

“I’m sorry. The love my dad had for my mom was so strong that everyone who knew or just saw them together could see how much he loved her, could see that my mom was his whole world. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of James Barnes”

Looking sadly at her father’s coffin lying right next to her moms she breathes deeply. “On behalf of my family I would like to say thank you to all those that have come today, thank you for donating money towards Grace and Bunny’s Haven, thank you for your kind words and stories of how our parents touched your lives. Tha-thank you”

Steve watches his niece as she steps down from the podium, her hands shaking as she moved towards Billy who stood up and took her hand in his. “I’m so proud of you baby” he whispered into her ear. He smiled at the memory of Bucky doing the same to Y/n when she spoke at Maria’s funeral.

He looks at the two coffins lying there, knowing that his two best friends were in them, knowing that one died of cancer and the other of a broken heart, made his eyes sting with unshed tears.

Y/n passed away in the arms of her Ducky.

Bucky passed away with his arms around his Bunny.

And side by side they were buried next to their parents.

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A/N: I was listening to Elvis Presley Bridge Of Troubled Water and Always On My Mind writing their deaths…and when I say I was sobbing I mean I was s. o. b. b. i. n. g.

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[girls-alias]

Sam's Years P3

Title: Sam's Years Part 3

Words: 1,804

Relations: Sam Winchester X reader.

TW: Sexual hinting.

Prompt:

Sam ran into you years later after you left the hunting life.

It had been nearly 11 years since we ran into Sam.

At night, my heart screams at me. It reminds me of the great times we had and the regrets I hold close to my chest. Rory is a young genius, she has dreams of being a doctor and the grades to allow her. She was 12 when she finally figured out Sam was her father. As soon as she figured it out herself I explained it all. She cried for days and I regretted being so honest but she deserves the truth. I often checked on her through the night, finding her hugging the photo of him and me with Dean.

Sam and I were together, perfect for each other. I fell pregnant and couldn't bring myself to tell Sam, I knew as soon as I told him he would quit hunting, he would leave his life behind but just like always I was afraid. I knew I couldn't cope if he had told me he wouldn't leave, that he would leave me so I didn't give him the option. I decided I would do it all on my own, I would let Sam continue hunting while I raised our child, him never knowing.

We had settled in nicely to our new home. We were the perfect neighbours, the perfect addition to the small, family-like village. I always looked for possible monsters, knowing if one were to come around, Sam and Dean might turn up. We were monster-free and a small enough village, out of the way of any main roads. There is no way Sam and Dean could happen upon the town.

Rory's focus stayed on her school work and volunteering at the local doctor's to start understanding the way a doctor works. I am very proud of her and know her intelligence comes from Sam. It breaks and warms my heart at the same time, she seems to be becoming more and more like him every day. I took over the small bakery as ole' man Richards grew ill and couldn't manage it alone.

"Hi, princess," I cheered, the bell above the door grabbing my attention as she walked in, books in hand like usual and Sam's smile.

"Hi, mom. I thought I would come to help clean up so we can go to the movies quicker," She explained a little excitedly as she placed her books on a clean table. I chuckled as I went back to wiping the tables.

"I'm almost done, you okay checking the office is cleared up? Richards is coming in tomorrow so I need to make sure the floors are clear so he doesn't fall again," I explained, she chuckled as she approached. Side hugging me, I kissed the top of her head.

"You don't worry about that, he trips over air," She joked, earning a chuckle from me before she headed to the back.

I popped my head to my music as I played it quietly over the speakers, I continued cleaning tables, putting the chairs up once I was done so it was easier to mop later. The bell jingled behind me showing someone had come in.

"I'm sorry, we're closed," I explained. Flipping my hair back out of my face, before I turned around and saw Sam standing in the doorway. A slight beard graced his cheeks. He looked at me hopefully. I gulped but put a smile on my face. "Hey, I still have some cupcakes one?" I asked, trying to act natural. Maybe this is a coincidence. Maybe he got a flat tyre and happened upon the place. Maybe he is a figment of my imagination. My twisted and degrading imagination.

He said nothing as he slowly approached. My breath hitched as I wondered about a thousand things, does he know? Does he hate me? Did he come here to find us? I gulped as he got closer, I tried acting natural, calm and collected but I've never been able to hide my emotions in my eyes. He stopped arm's length away from me. My smile faltered as he looked heartbroken.

"10 years, 7 months and 4 days." He said simply. I looked at him confused, my mind going blank. "It has been 10 years, 7 months and 4 days since I met our daughters." He went on. My mouth instantly dried. He knows. He's smart I should have figured he knows. I stammered for words, for excuses, for anything. I could deny it, I could tell him I cheated, I could lie through my teeth to anyone but Sam. He licked his lips, the broken-hearted look on his face. I gulped.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, I have to confess. I have to explain everything, I have to find the courage to tell him why I never told him, I have to-

His lips were on mine before another word could escape. He held the back of my neck, his hand on my waist. I was kissing him back before I could even think. My hands found his longer hair, begging to be closer to him. Sam's the last person I have kissed. No kiss could ever heal me after our kiss goodbye. The tears mixed together and my whole body begged me to stay but I didn't and I regret it. Sam seemed to relax into my touch, just like all those years ago when he would melt against my lips, he would smile as he kissed me and he was doing it again.

"Mom?" Rory's voice was confused behind me. I gasped as I pulled away, quickly covering my lips as we looked at her. I opened my mouth to apologise for her witnessing that but she smiled brightly. Her breath quickening. "Dad!" She screamed, running around. I stepped out of her way as Sam opened his arms and she ran into them.

I watched them, tears in my eyes as I quickly realised the injustice I had done to both of them. I kept them both apart because of my fear. Sam seemed to hug her so tightly, that it seemed like he was afraid to let go in case we left again. No more running. He stroked her hair as I watched tears escape his eyes as she softly sobbed into his chest. We're all crying messes. I chuckled as I wiped my eyes. Sam smiled at me before they pulled away from the hug.

"You found us, thank God. We're going to the movies, I already got your ticket and moms buying the popcorn," She explained excitedly, I looked at her confused.

"You planned this?" I asked. Sam smirked as she looked at him. She turned around to face me slowly. She looked happy but guilty.

"I may have put something in the newspapers but I didn't think he'd actually see it so I didn't tell you in case you got your hopes up or made us leave," She explained, wincing slightly like she was afraid I'd be mad. I smiled, shaking my head as I hugged her. She melted into my arms sighing in relief.

"Thank you," I expressed as I kissed the top of her head. I smiled at Sam as he watched but soon joined the hug. The three of us hugged one another happily. Sam kissed my forehead before resting his chin on the top of my head like he used to. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

We decided the bakery could wait. I locked up before we all started walking to the movies, Rory excitedly explaining things in her life he wanted her to know. It seemed like she was giving him a full rundown of her life, to the details of when she lost her baby teeth. Sam walked in between Rory and me, after a while he wrapped his arm over my shoulder as we walked. Rory excitedly skipped ahead still explaining her life. The smile on my face never faded.

"I never stopped loving you," He whispered to me. I blushed as I looked up at him.

"I never stopped loving you either," I whispered back. He chuckled happily, pulling me closer to connect our lips. He pulled away with a bright smile. I grinned as I chuckled.

We got to the movies, already acting like a happy family. Rory wanted to sit in the middle, the popcorn in her lap. I often noticed Sam watching me, and I finally found the courage to look at him. His smile grew as we made eye contact. I chuckled softly as I looked back, paying attention to the movie.

Rory had dismissed herself to go to bed, leaving Sam and me alone in the living room where we had all been sitting on the floor looking at our photos over the years. Sam said nothing as he grabbed my ankles with a little stretch and pulled me to him. I giggled as he smirked at me. Instantly connecting our lips. I smiled against his lips as he lay me back, hovering over me slightly. His tongue graced my lips. I opened my mouth, my tongue greeting his in the middle as we made out. His hand roamed my body as he kissed me. I held the back of his hair and his back, keeping his body close to me.

"I'm making up for lost time," He said against my lips. I giggled as his lips moved from my lips to my neck, instantly finding the place that was sensitive. He's remembered after all these years.

"Maybe we should do this in the living room," I hinted, I felt him smirk before he placed a quick kiss on my neck and pulled away to smile at me.

"You're right, our daughter might see us," He commented and I could tell he was excited to say it. I chuckled as he jumped up and offered me his hand. He pulled me to my feet but he bent down pressing his shoulder to my stomach before he stood up straight, picking me up and carrying me on his shoulder. I giggled, feeling weightless in his arms. "Which way?" He whispered as he walked up the stairs to find my room. I covered my mouth as I giggled.

"End of the hall," I explained. He seemed to pick up speed as he made his way to my room.

"Dad?" I looked up to see Rory in her doorway looking at us confused. Sam turned around to face her. "Good night, I'll see you in the morning,"

"Good night, baby," He added chuckling before heading into my room. He dropped me softly onto my bed. "She's clever. She put headphones on," He explained before his lips found mine again. I chuckled as I kissed him back.

My family is perfect and finally complete.

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[thegodcomplcx]

Rewatching s6 and im reminded how much i dislike the river is amys baby plotline. the way amy tells the doctor shes ‘better’ when she thinks shes not pregnant seems to show she does not want to be pregnant but then its forced upon her anyway and she never even knows she is pregnant until shes in labor. River being their kid just doesn’t add anything to the narrative besides the random mother in law jokes, no one is changed by this info. She never feels like amy/rorys kid, the doctor doesn’t treat amy like shes rivers mom. Also why in s6 are they still teasing the amy/doctor relationship , is he the father stuff if they wanted river as a love interest for him. Like the pseudo incest implications of all that are crazy if moffat just meant for it to be cheap drama. Also how am i supposed to be amy is talking about rory when she said ‘my life was boring before you dropped out of the sky’

if the amy forced pregnancy plot has no haters i'm dead.

i think they thought about river being the amy/rory baby as more of a fun plot twist that will tie up loose ends rather than thinking about it from a character perspective, which is why it all feels so non consequential.

for real i could not tell you whether all the "doctor being the father" elevenamy jokes were just for fun or if there was someone in the writers room who was actually gunning for it. because that's the only way i can make sense of the amount of baiting and the implications of it. like i would argue that s6 has MORE elevenamy proof than s5 does. in a weird way.

[pia-writes-things]

#river and the fucked up punds' dynamic

ok i'll bite, tell me about it

Ok, so, first, that typo is BURNING my eyes 🥲🥲 I'm so sorry Amy and Rory, I would never disrespect you like that on purpose 🥺

Second, this will basically be my Ways To Heal chapters about the Ponds but in essay form, so if you wanna read the angst-filled version, it's there 🥰

Putting all of my unhinged thoughts under a read more because, as predicted, this ended up quite long. And it wasn't prompted, so I'm glad to know I could really do a presentation about them on the spot ^^

So, to start, you have the Ponds, a couple that started, well, not bad, but not great either. But during the course of the 3 seasons we got them, we saw them choose each other, again and again and again. And everytime they chose each other, every time we saw what perfect life looked like for them, there was a kid in the picture. The most obvious example of that is Amy's choice obviously, but the beginning of season 6 is also a big indicator. When we beging season 6, they're settled. They haven't seen the Doctor in a while and they built a domestic life that is theirs. And later in the first two episodes, you learn that Amy thinks she is pregnant. And she is worried for the baby, for what travelling in the Tardis might have done to it (which, in retrospect, she was right about ^^). Her worry, the fact she wants to talk to the Doctor about it, and the fact that Rory and her started to build a life together on Earth makes me think that they had talked about it, had planned for it, and maybe were considering starting trying. So, clearly, having a baby was really important for them. There are a myriad of other moments when we're shown it was really important for them : when Amy explains to Mme Kovarian why she's more than happy to kill her in The Wedding of River Song, the beginning of season 7 and the whole reason she and Rory are about to divorce, and, whether you believe it to be canon or not, the fact that they adopted a kid in Manhattan. A fundamental fact about Amy and Rory is that they wanted kids together, and didn't get to raise Melody. They had to accept River as their daughter while she was already an adult, and probably older than them. They had to accept also, especially Amy, that her birth meant they couldn't have children of their own anymore. They had to accept that their own daughter was always away, never quite fitting in with them. They had to accept that they would never be the family they wished they had.

On the other hand, you have River. River whose life is entirely in disorder compared to her parents. They met her before they knew who she was. They were her friends before they were her parents. She had to lie to their face countless times to protect time and prevent a paradox. She never got to really experience life as their daughter. We got glimpses in The angels take Manhattan and in The Ruby's curse but that's it. And even then, it's moments in her life, always fleeting.

That's where my first point of the fucked up dynamic appears (admittedly I only have two but whatever). See, an established fact of River and the Doctor's story is that they forbid each other at different moments to change their story in any way shape or form. And that include the Ponds' story as a family. At the end of A good man goes to war, the Doctor promises Amy that he will find her daughter. At the beginning of Let's kill Hitler, he's still looking for her. My personal interpretation is that he either didn't look for her, or made the choice not to intervene. I can't believe that the Doctor, clever as he is, Mr. "The laws of time are mine and they will obey me" couldn't find his best friend's daughter, his wife, as a kid, even though he knew when he last saw her. At this point in season 6, he knows the kid in 1969 is River. So, my personal headcanon is that he chose not to look for her, or not to bring her back to Amy and Rory. Because, and that's the thing, if he'd found Melody, she would not become River. If Melody got to be raised by the Ponds and not the Silence, she would never have become River. So, to keep his promise to Amy, he would have had to break the one he did to his wife when she was dying. And he just couldn't do that. So, indirectly, River was responsible for her own fucked up childhood. She was responsible for her parent's unhappiness. Even if it wasn't her direct responsibility, the consequences and implications are there. And, I think, as a daughter, that is a very fucked up thing to know and realise. And River being River, knowing so much about everyone and being so used to being out of order, I think she knew. She knew she was a paradox and the Doctor couldn't change anything about her history. She didn't know about her death and what she told him then, but she knew the rest. So she always knew they were doomed from the start as a family.

Which ties to my second point about their fucked up dynamic. River never got to be raised by her parents. At most, Rory and Amy were her "parent-friends" when they were kids. But it's not the same thing. So, knowing that, knowing all that we said in the precedent paragraph, and knowing that she was raised by Mme Kovarian and the Silence, I think that "Hiding the damages" is as much the Doctor's fault as it is indirectly the Ponds' faults. I think we can all agree that River had a very fucked up, beyond traumatizing, childhood. She didn't have any parents, she was shot at by her own mother (again, not Amy's fault, she didn't know, but still), she was brainwashed, trained to kill, and, weirdly, Mme Kovarin doesn't strike me as a very nurturing parental figure (*irony itensifies*). She never had anyone who could really listen to her, or even know her completely. As a child, no one ever knew her real self, or no one bothered to learn to know her. She was either a future weapon or a story designed to fit in Leadworth. Her parents weren't there for her when she needed them, or they couldn't really be her parents. And - and !- tying all this up with my precedent point, when they finally got to be her parents, she had to live with the fact that her birth, her story, fucked them up beyond measure. She was, though it wasn't her fault, partially responsible for their unhappiness. So, she learned to hide the damages. She kept lying, like she had always done, she kept the pretense of being a good psychopath with no feelings, because it's easier than showing to her parents how much exactly her own story fucked them and her up.

And, I think this will be my conclusion, to me, River being a psychopath is actually just her being traumatised and coping unhealthily. We never really saw her being a real psychopath, or at least a cold-hearted assassin who would shoot at anyone like the show tries to imply she is. She has feelings, and she shows them all the time. Even in The Husband of River Song or Let's kill Hitler, which are the episodes where they try to show River being a psychopath, she isn't really one. The people she wants to kill are themselves assassins, or the person she was literally brainwashed to hate. And she doesn't even really want to kill them for the most part, only scam them. Even the Doctor, in the end, she saves him. To me, River's "psychopath" tendencies, her selfishness that so many people in the fandom hold against her, are just the ways she found to cope with her traumas. It's the only way she found to cope with lying all the time, never having the stability of knowing people and people she loves knowing her. It's easier for her to pretend she is what Mme Kovarian and the Silence wanted to make her that actually showing her true self, when half the time, no one is there to receive it. It's easier to be that way than to be vulnerable. Especially because every time she was vulnerable in her life, it ended badly for her.

So, tldr: River is very fucked up by her childhood and that informs her relationship with her parents, as well as the relationship between her parents. I love them all very much, and they love each other, but apart from Marisa, Asriel and Lyra in His dark materials, the Ponds are probably the most fucked up fictional family I know.

Also, a lot of this essay is based on my interpretations of canon, the characters, and some plotholes Moffat gave us, so I know I might be wrong or biased on some points. But here, you have my rotating thoughts about them! I think about this more than I care to admit tbh ^^

[sc0tters]

Sidney is really hurt that Rory was telling someone else she was pregnant before she was telling him.

I know you probably meant someone that they both know but I’m thinking it’s like her doctor.

Because in the middle of their fight she gets a call from the front office confirming her appointment when she gets back to the US.

Sidney was honestly close to tears that he hadn’t been told about his child and now hearing someone else had heard before him was just a twist of the knife “so who else knows then?” Sidney scoffs crossing his arms.

Rory just rolls her eyes “Sid that’s my fuck doc-” before she can finish her sentence she’s bolted off into the bathroom to throw up.

He obviously follows her in there and it seems like in that very moment as she’s huddled over the toilet Sidney forgets why he is mad at Rory “let it out baby.” He sighs getting onto his knees to hold her hair back.

A tradition that seemed to be formed every morning she was pregnant for the first few months.

[creaturebloom]

you know what ??? i don't like a*y p*nd

i just don't. getting married in the morning, throws herself at the doctor ! time jumps FIVE YEARS and is married and HEAVILY PREGNANT and the one thing she says before ending the dream is that she's never told rory she loves him ????????

like. im not bashing the actress she's doing what she can but the writing of her character is just. absurd to me. i get it like falling in love with the doctor is something girls do on this show but like. to be actively engaged and decide after a couple of adventures that you're gonna bang the doctor and completely forget about your fiance ???

AND THEN SUDDENLY it's all fine actually ! she chooses rory in just a couple episodes !

and even just these like 7 episodes in she's like "the doctor trusts me more than anyone and would tell me anything" but like ...... mostly he just yells at you to not do something that you then go do anyway ???

it's just such a weird ass relationship that they have like. literally what.

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

 Disclaimer: This post is going to be Anti Moffat for anyone who’s reading and is a fan you’ve been warned.  

“A Good Man Goes to War” is the seventh episode and it was my least favorite episode to watch so far.

The Good: Amy being a companion that’s married and pregnant is a rather inspired and interesting storyline, but I just wish it didn’t have to be connected to River. Strax had some funny lines especially when he was talking about meeting in battle, I was sad to see him die. We caught a quick glimpse of the captain from a few episodes ago with his son, that was surprising! Amy and Rory had a beautiful moment together where Rory was talking about how he wanted to be cool regarding being a father, my favorite Amy/Rory moment so far.

The Bad: They kept insinuating with certain lines that the Doctor was the father, and I’m at a loss as to why that angle keeps getting pushed. Amy and Rory are married and the two actors have great chemistry with each other, it feels incredibly weird to keep pushing that narrative when you can have a lovely story about married companions traveling with the Doctor. The Marines that didn’t have names?? Umm it was such a weird moment pointing out they were fat/thin/gay etc. and then one gets his head cut off. 

The River: She breaks out of prison whenever she wants and lets her guards know when she’s breaking in, WTF, honestly what sort of prison is this?!? In S5 she was taken away in handcuffs (I think the Weeping Angels episode), the implication being that she was dangerous, and I’m pretty sure the story is that she kills the Doctor so I don’t understand why it’s so easy for her to do that. I’ll wait and see if that’s explained later, but Amy had more people keeping her in her cell in this episode than River ever does. I knew River was Amy’s daughter already, but I don’t know the fallout of the reveal.

The Worst: I like Matt’s portrayal but I’ve hated how the Doctor is written in S6. At the end of S4 he was distressed that his friends were fighting on his behalf even though it was their choice. Martha once said the lovely thing about the Doctor is that he doesn’t go around asking to be thanked, and it rubs me the wrong way that here he went to get people to help him because they have “debts” and he was raising an army. Amy said the Doctor always holds out on them regarding information and asked him not to this time as it involved their daughter, Eleven doesn’t seem to acknowledge her concern or explain anything and then just leaves!! Mind you, this is Amy who just went through a traumatizing situation and is supposed to be his best friend, he just never seems to genuinely care about her. The Captain and Madame Kovarian said at one point that it had been a month and the Doctor hadn’t showed up, I’d sincerely hoped for Amy’s sake that it wasn’t true because...he has a time machine! How could he just leave her there for a month?? When Ten went through the Midnight episode you don’t see him talking to Donna onscreen, but you can obviously tell that he told her what happened. In the episode with Jenny you see Ten and Donna walking together and he reveals he’s been a father before. It just feels like a very different character, Eleven is always running from place to place and never seems to talk to his friends. 

The Moffat: I can suspend my disbelief at times but there were a lot of poorly written moments in this episode. It seemed like they really wanted the Doctor dead but didn’t shoot him when he appeared instead leaving him to give a speech then as soon as he was gone a soldier went and shot a monk. Amy asked him if he has children when she said in “The Doctor’s Wife” episode that she knows about the time war. Why would she ask if she knows he’s the last of the Time Lords? They’re called the Headless Monks, why did it seem like it was supposed to be a huge deal that they are...headless?? They gave a speech about it and everything like it was a huge reveal lol. The Doctor’s “army” led  everyone away but they actually left behind a bunch of armed Monks? Rather conveniently Eleven brings the cot outside instead of them going into the TARDIS. Why was that done? Oh it’s because there’s going to be a force field leaving them unable to get to safety. If Amy went through such a horrifying situation to me it would seem to make the most sense that she would go inside the TARDIS asap to get some rest and they would all try to get to the Time Vortex immediately. Lorna meets the Doctor as a girl and becomes a soldier because she wanted to see him again--another repeating Moffat theme.

The Unresolved: Madame Kovarian’s motivation seems to be that there is a war against the Doctor, lets see what her next step is. In “The Doctor’s Daughter” Ten gives Jenny a very emotional speech about what it takes to be a Time Lord, I don’t know enough about the lore to understand how River has Time Lord DNA just from being conceived on the TARDIS, and it seemed even Eleven didn’t know. Amy and her Ganger were somehow still connected even though Eleven seemed to imply when his own Ganger was made that that’s when there was a sort of “split”, maybe that will be explained later. Was Vastra the same one from S5 I think Silurians were the species name?

Overall I felt very disappointed with the way this episode was written, and even if some things are explained later this was one of my least favorite episodes of the entire 5.5 seasons I’ve seen so far. Perhaps the worst thing for me was that I was bored watching it, that’s something that’s only very rarely happened. 

[nightguide]

more doctor who speeches remade

'first, you're not even close to being a collector. now tell me Skaro, how many of the men have you made to redact mine, how many have you made to think like me, no! how many have you made to think you're actually my own wife. NO. how many have you. NO. how many have you. NO, HOW MANY HAVE YOU.

(drops the gadget he's holding)

NO, RIVER, YOU'RE LISTENING TO ME GIVING IN TO ME, LIVING INSIDE MY VAGINA LIKE YOU BROKE ME AND MADE ME AGAIN AND NEVER AGAIN SHALL I POSSESS YOU IN ANY SINGLE WAY THAT I MAY HAVE HAD BEFORE BECAUSE, BABY, BABY, I WANT TO UNFOLD YOUR SKINS AND SEE MY BREASTS (winks) WITHIN YOU... or maybe not how the writers would have asked me to do it because it is actually (switches to Rory Williams) me to my own heart, you cannot kill what's left inside of you, you mustn't move on from it either, either way (gulps) he's yours (cries in fatherly happiness and switches back to Matt as harbinger's become) Linna, i don't want to play games anymore, i don't want to (kisses hand of River Song become) look, i'm not even real, i'm just a puppet, i know you're pregnant with Clara, i know what i've (bites lip) done, it's not your fault, live. live like you never ever (smiles) lived before (kisses River through her own laptop as she's writing this speech to present her heart to everybody to her in the end)

10th doctor: what... i'm not there

11: (smiles at 10)

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Worthless - Chapter 29 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Kade

Asher had been acting weird.

It started after Riley and Fallon confronted Murphy.

At first, I had thought that he was angry at me letting them do it.

When I went to him, about to explain that I had warriors surrounding the area as well as disguised as prisoners, he simply said he wasn't angry at all.

With anyone else, I would have probably doubted them but with Asher, I knew he told the truth.

That left me even more confused though.

If it wasn't that he was angry about Murphy, then what? 

Honestly, as the weeks progressed, I was getting more and more suspicious.

I couldn't prove anything but he was deliberately avoiding me for the majority of the day.

It was frustrating.

I even went and asked everyone but they knew nothing.

They even told me I was the one acting weird.

As hard as I might try not to doubt him, my mind kept going back to one thought, was he cheating on me? 

That single question kept going through my head as I sat at my desk, holding a piece of paperwork that I wasn't actually reading.

I was too stressed to actually do any work.

The more I thought about it, the more bitter I became. 

I snapped my head up when I heard a cough.

I glared at Thalia as she stood there with her hand on her hip.

She arched an eyebrow, gesturing to the paper in my hand, and I realized I'd crumpled it. 

"What do you want?" it came out almost a growl.

'Was she the one, no Gunnar was her mate, then again, I was Asher's and he still might be cheating on.'

"Jesus fucking Christ, Kade. He's not cheating on you."

I stared wide eyed as she threw her hands up.

"What?"

She let out a frustrated sigh,

"I said he's not cheating on you dumbass. He's been hanging out with Rory."

I tensed, a growl rumbling in my chest.

"That doesn't mean anything."

She gave me the 'are you really that stupid' look before sitting down.

"Okay, if he was, which he would never do because he thinks the world of you, you'd feel it. Plus, Rory wouldn't ever do that. Honestly, I've never even seen him with anyone, since we were all in high school."

I thought about it, nodding my head.

Frowning, I felt my cheeks heat up.

Of course Asher would never do something like that.

And she was right that'd I'd feel it if he did.

Rory was like a brother to me and wouldn't betray me like that.

I really was stupid.

"Sorry Thalia," I mumbled.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"No," She wagged her finger at me.

"You shouldn't have ever doubted your mate. Jeez, Kade."

I sighed, rolling out the tension in my shoulders as I leaned back in my chair.

"So what did you come here for?"

She smiled wickedly and I suddenly regretted the question.

Who knew what she was going to say?

I wouldn't put it past her to say that she just slaughtered a whole group of rogues and skinned them alive.

Don't get me wrong.

Thalia was great and a wonderful person but she was dangerous and sometimes you wondered about her sanity.

Not that I'd have her any other way.

What she did say, shocked me.

"I'm pregnant."

My mouth dropped open and I almost fell out of my seat.

"Seriously? That's great."

"Yeah."

She lit up, a beautiful smile on her face.

"Only you, my sister and Alpha Eric know and you can't tell anyone. I plan on surprising Gunnar as a Christmas present."

"How far along are you?"

I was bummed I couldn't spread the word but Gunnar was going to love his Christmas present.

I was happy for them.

"Oh not that far. I went to a human doctor in town and he said I was about six weeks."

"Human doctor? But what about the pack... Oh wait, you can't go to Gunnar."

We laughed.

"Yeah, that would mess up my Christmas surprise."

I thought for a second, letting out a low hmm. 

"Well, when you get farther along, we can get someone to fill in for your duties. I'd say Rory but he isn't the most, responsible?"

She snorted.

"You got that right. He's gotten better since high school but he's still pretty useless for anything but tracking. Oh and guess who's coming home?"

I could tell she was excited.

I tried to think of anyone but came up blank.

Shrugging, I gave up earning a frustrated sigh.

"It's Calon. Isn't the Beta supposed to find out about these things?"

"No, that's your job," I grinned, thinking back to my high school days.

Calon was two years younger than me but he was only a grade below us.

We were all pretty close before he moved to Europe.

It was cool that he was finally coming back.

I whistled.

"Man, I haven't seen him in, what? Almost three years?"

"Yeah, I guess it would be around that long. He went and got his Associate's in business since he's been prepared to take over his family's business."

"When's he supposed to come home?"

"Today actually. Just in time for the Christmas Eve Party."

"And I'm just finding out now?"

I stood up, checking the time.

"I think I'll go to town and buy him a gift. We've still got a few hours before it starts."

She smirked, standing as well.

"You're just using it as an excuse not to help set everything up."

"You know me so well."

I winked before leading the way out.

I mean, I was but I also would feel bad if Calon showed up and there wasn't a gift waiting for him.

As Thalia and I walked, we reminisced about high school.

I stopped when we got to the entrance.

"He still likes books right?"

She paused, tilting her head

"I would think so. I mean, he was a book worm in high school."

I nodded, turning the doorknob and stepping outside. 

I quickly went to a small bookstore in town.

I grabbed a few random books since I honestly had no clue what he was into anymore.

I went for older ones since he might keep up with the new releases and asked for them to be wrapped.

After, I stopped by a bakery to grab a few sweets for Asher.

He'd developed a sweet tooth and I knew he'd love them.

It was an easy drive back and I got to the pack-house an hour and a half later.

Stepping out of the car, I dropped off the goodies in my room before going to find Asher.

Usually, I'd just use the mind link but he's been closed off lately.

It confused and frustrated me but I wasn't going to let it eat at me anymore.

Like Thalia said, Asher wouldn't cheat on me. 

I easily caught his trail and followed it throughout the house.

He seemed to be pretty busy which was to be expected with the party tonight.

It was an annual event and almost everyone in the pack came.

[litcityblues]

Doctor Whoquest Part Eight: Mythology Covers The Plot Holes

I like Matt Smith in the role, I do. I don't mind Amy and Rory and River Song is one of the most interesting characters in Doctor Who, but this season- which admittedly, was split into two parts- so that might have something to do with it- is so strange because there's a gaping plot hole in it that just sort of gets... ignored. And once you see it, you can't unsee it and as a result, it just kind of hung over the whole season for me.

What's the plot hole? Amy's baby.

Think about it: Amy is kidnapped early in the season (I think it happens very early, in Day of the Moon, if not before)- she's pregnant, and she's replaced by a ganger (whom we meet in 'The Rebel Flesh') and the hidden secret behind the first part of the season is the Doctor realizing that something is wrong and then it all culminates in 'A Good Man Goes To War'.

What 11's run is very good at are those big, epic, myth-making moments. The score always works perfectly. (Mad Props to Murray Gold, who is absolutely cooking through 11's run.) But while the big, epic mythology of 'A Good Man Goes To War' might allow you to fudge past the plot hole, it can't cover it up completely.

Amy's baby.

She is rescued. She thinks she's free and her baby is safe and then it literally explodes into a bunch of ganger goo in her hands. The Doctor says, 'She'll be safe, I promise it' and runs off and that's... kind of all we hear about it.

Now, there's a school of thought that says- hey, she gets a fully formed adult time-traveling child. She didn't have to do diapers or the teenage years and when Melody is Mels, their childhood friend (in 'Let's Kill Hitler'), she also gets to grow up with her daughter. She also runs around with a madman in a box and travels in time and fights aliens and shit-- maybe it's unrealistic to expect her to have a normal mother-daughter relationship.

That's totally fine. But also, she's pregnant. She's carried this child. She's bonded with this child. She's had this child and held it in her arms and all of that is snatched away from her in the blink of an eye. You're telling me that she's not the least bit traumatized by that? I'm a Dad and I sure as shit would be. That would fuck me up if someone had literally taken my baby and then I got him back as a fully formed adult. (Yes, I know she kills Madame Kovarian, but... not in a mean way. Had she stabbed her or shot her or something, that would have been a far more impactful moment, I think, but she just sort of puts the eyepatch back on and lets her fry to death. Yes, in agony. Bit cold-blooded. But not nearly as impactful as the trauma would suggest, to me.)

Big gaping plot hole aside, there are some excellent things about this season of Doctor Who. The Silence is an excellent and I believe shiny and brand new villain for the Doctor to grapple with. Moffat and company also seriously dial up the creepy/horror aspects this season with episodes like 'The Rebel Flesh'/'The Almost People', 'Night Terrors' (holy shit, those wooden dolls), and 'The God Complex' and while I don't think you need to shoehorn in everybody we've ever met over the course of 11's run into the finale, it worked. It worked really, really well.

Three Episodes I Liked

'The Impossible Astronaut'/'The Day of the Moon': New Villains in the Silence! President Nixon looks nothing like President Nixon and kind of sounds like him! America! Great beginning! So much to like in the two-parter to start the season-- great solution to The Silence problem at the end, but probably my favorite moment is when the Doctor tells the Secret Service that they're not going to shoot him and River bum rushes out of the TARDIS to yell, 'THEY'RE AMERICANS!' I know it's coming but it makes me chuckle every time.

'A Good Man Goes to War': I've just spent a considerable amount of time criticizing the big, epic myth-making moment for crowding out and attempting to paper over gaping plot holes, but here's the thing: Moffat is so good at these. 11 is so good at these. And Demon's Run might be one of his very best moments throughout his run.

'The Doctor's Wife': It's written by Neil Gaiman which is really all you need to say, but it's also a really interesting twist of personifying the TARDIS and letting them interact together.

Two Episodes I Didn't Like

'The Girl Who Waited': This was the episode to explore Amy's post-kidnap trauma. Instead, we return to Amy's abandonment from the previous season. It's not bad, but it also feels like we're doubling back to last season to revisit stuff we've seen before.

'Closing Time': 'The Lodger' worked from the previous season and I don't mind going back to it but it's just... okay. Decent enough. But, you know... eh.

One Episode To Consider

'The God Complex': Another creep-fest- and you could easily slide 'Night Terrors' into this slot, but I like the twist in this one. It's really well done- and a nice homage to 'The Shining' with setting in a hotel. Don't remember seeing this one the first time through, so it felt fresh to me.

Overall: When it works, it works really, really well and when it doesn't, it's kind of 'meh'- but happily, big, epic, myth-making moments are where Moffat excels and Matt Smith really, really takes off. (In all of this, I realize I also failed to mention the Tessalecta, which is something I hope we see again because it's cool. I also have questions about it.

My Grade: 7/10

[leossmoonn]

tristan dugray x reader where reader tells him she's pregnant w/ his child... angst and fluff pls 💕

masterlist

warnings / includes - language, food and eating, fighting, crying, recallings of sex, talk about abortion, good ending

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you couldn’t believe it. of course you had gotten pregnant by the school’s “bad boy”. you were carefully. at least, you thought you were. you weren’t on any birth control, but you made sure he wore a condom. he always abided by your rules. that was the only good thing about him. but now, it seems like he, or nature, had bypassed those rules.

you were sitting on the toilet in the girl’s bathroom, three pregnancy tests in your hand; all said positive. you had two more in your bag. you just wanted to see if mother nature was playing a joke on you. but no. you were, indeed, pregnant.

“well, fuck,” you muttered.

you were a senior in high school. sure, you were eighteen already, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have a future still. you still were planning on living with your parents throughout college. you planned on getting drunk on your 21st birthday, having lots of first kisses, going on spring break vacations with your friends. but now, you probably weren’t going to do that because you were having a baby.

it wasn’t like you couldn’t have an abortion. it crossed your mind in the two hours you had been sitting there. you always had said that if you were to get pregnant that you would abort it or give it away, but now that you held the pregnancy tests in your hand, you couldn’t fathom doing that. it seemed as though you had already gotten attached this baby; your baby.

you wanted to keep it. you knew your parents would try to be supportive. after all, your cousin had gotten pregnant at 16 and they let her stay at their house for two years. you just didn’t know how tristan would react.

“y/n?” rory’s voice echoed through the bathroom.

you shot up, ripping your bag open and shoving the tests inside. you flushed the toilet to act like you were just using the bathroom. you came out of the stall, painting on a smile.

“hey, what’s up?” you asked.

“i was going to ask the same thing. are you okay?” she asked. “i haven’t seen you all morning.”

“yeah, just really bad period cramps. who knew going number two would be so difficult when bleeding out your uterus?” i joked.

she chuckled. “i feel you. anyways, mr. richards wanted me to give you the homework and notes for today. you’ll need to let attendance know you skipped class.”

“or i’ll fake a doctor’s note,” you shrugged. she smiled, “great thinking.”

“i know. i’m so smart.” you sighed, only you understanding the double meaning.

“tristan’s been looking for you, too.”

your head perked up at the mention of his name. you frowned, “tell him i’m home.”

“he saw you walk with me into school. he knows you’re here.”

“well, thank god he can’t come into the girl’s restroom.”

“i think you should go and tell him you’re okay,” she suggested.

“why? he doesn’t care. he just wants a quick fuck in the janitor’s closet,” i scoffed.

“while that may be true, we both know he cares about you. i would go as far to say that he’s in love with you.”

“please, “tristan” and “love” don’t belong in the first sentence.”

“well, he won’t stop bothering me so, please? for me?” she pouted.

“only if you let me have your ben and jerry’s,” i grinned.

she groaned, but complied. “fine. only this time.”

“no promises,” i sang. i walked out of the bathroom, running into tristan who was standing in front of the entrance.

“i knew you were in there the whole time. too bad i can’t go in there,” he sighed.

“that rule hasn’t stopped you before,” i muttered. he smirked, “you didn’t seem to mind.”

“well, now i do,” i frowned. i pushed past him, walking quickly to my next class.

“hey!” tristan called out. his hand clasped mine, butterflies fluttering through my stomach. i knew that was feeling and not the baby growing inside of me, but i wished that’s what it was.

“what’s wrong with you today? someone not get enough beauty sleep?” the corner of his mouth upturned into a cheeky smirk.

you glared at him, pulling your hand away from his. “our activities last night had to do with my mood. in fact, it was our activities a few weeks ago.”

“oh, in my car? yeah, i know that was uncomfortable but -”

“i’m pregnant, tris.” you blurted, wanting to get it over with.

any sight of happiness was lost in his face as it filled with shock and confusion.

“what?” he asked.

“i’m pregnant. and before you say anything, i’m going to keep it. i know i always say i would give it away or whatever, but after some thinking, i don’t think i can. plus, i know my parents will do their best to support me. i’ve already gotten into princeton, so i know my education will be fine. and i will be fine if you don’t want the baby. but if you do, that would be great because -”

“i have to go,” he said slowly.

i scoffed, “what? what do you mean you have to go? class doesn’t start for another -”

he then left without saying anything else. tears welled up in my eyes and i balled my hands into fists. you turned the to opposite direction of your class and to the exit. looks like you were skipping the whole school day.

you made it to your car before breaking down. once you shut the door, you started sobbing.

of course tristan wouldn’t want to take care of a baby. he was at the prime of his life. he didn’t need a kid to ruin that. but you thought that if it was his child, he would think differently. but, of course, he didn’t. he was never big on commitment and he sure as hell wasn’t big on taking care of other people. not for a long time, anyways.

you cried in your car for an hour, the tears streaming down uncontrollably. it wasn’t until a knock on your window sounded when the crying stopped momentarily. you looked up, surprised to see tristan. you rolled down your window, hope filling your chest as you thought he was there to apologise.

“i’m so glad you came back, i -“

“we need to stop having sex,” he interrupted. you looked at him funny, your head tilting to the side. “yeah, i know. i was going to -“

“and we need to stop seeing each other.”

your eyes bugged out of your head. “when were we ever seeing each other? you made it very clear you only wanted to be fuck buddies because you liked rory. now you’re saying we’re in a relationship?”

“no. that’s not what i’m saying. i’m saying that we need to stop seeing each other — literally. i can’t have my parents knowing i got a girl pregnant. and i got to keep my reputation for rory -“

“oh, it’s always about rory. “rory is walking this way”, “rory eats lunch where?”. “where does she live?” jesus, just stop thinking about her and yourself for a second. you have a child on the way for goodness sake!” you exclaimed.

he looked at you, shaking his head. “no. it must’ve been from another guy you’re screwing.”

“you’re the only one!” you shouted.

his face scrunched up in surprise again. this was certainly news to him.

“wha-what? i thought you were -?”

“no, i said i was screwing other guys to make you jealous because you’re hung up on rory, but that’s not the point. i don’t care if you want to raise this child, but you need to at least give me some support. this is your fault, you know?”

“my fault?” he scoffed. “yeah, you heard what i said,” you shot.

“i think it’s your fault, actually. you’re always so horny and wanting to sneak off places. i just go along with you, you know.”

you laughed cynically. “you’re fucking kidding me, right? if i can recall, and i do, you were the one the last few weeks who always pulled me aside. i’ve had to make up tests because of you!”

“you can just say no!”

“you know i don’t like to,” you frowned. “and that’s why it’s your fault. you have not self control,” he argued.

“you’re a dick, tristan. an annoying, pathetic, nothing-of-a-man-dick. i hope you get another girl pregnant and your parents find out so they cut you off and kick you out.” you spat, jabbing your key into the ignition. you then backed out, leaving tristan shaking with anger.

you drove home, the crying resuming. you ran up to your room, glad that your parents weren’t home yet, and that they weren’t going to be for a few hours. you flopped down on your bed, screaming into your pillow.

“stupid, stupid, stupid!”

you flopped onto your back, sobbing loudly. why did this have to happen to you? a girl with a great gpa, good family background, and a promising future. you only wanted a good love life, too. obviously, you didn’t want to have a lot of lovers, but you wanted at least one guy you knew you could depend on. you stupidly thought that that guy could be tristan.

in all honesty, you were in love with him. you would never admit it while you were living, though. unless he admitted it, too. even though rory told you he was in love with you, you just couldn’t believe it. ever since she arrived at chiliton — which thank god because you didn’t want to be friends with paris and her goons — all of tristan’s attention went to her. the only thing you were good for was a late night booty call, or an early morning make out session.

sometimes tristan seemed to value you as something more, though. you two had always been friends, being friendly rivals in each of your classes. you two always had sexual tension that everyone commented on. you two only let it get to you one night after a late night of studying together. your first time together was at his house on his desk. romantic, right? to be honest, it kind of was in your mind.

he took care of you after. he ran you a bath, massaged your shoulders, got you a snack. you had never seen that side of tristan before. you didn’t even know that side of him existed. but alas, it did, and you got to see it almost every other day. that’s what made you fall in love with him. the fact that you knew he could be sweet and sincere when it counted. but the tristan you just talked to, you hated him. you wanted him to go down to the depths of hell and never come back.

you half-expected the soft tristan to come out after he heard about the pregnancy, but apparently you got the short end of the stick.

you didn’t know how you were going to survive this, honestly. you just knew you needed to get tristan to decide if he was for real about never wanting to see you again. and even though in the front of your mind, you were beginning to believe that was true, something in the back of your mind told you that he was just scared and you two needed to sit down and have an adult conversation. you just didn’t know how you were going to do that with the chance of him ignoring you now.

the crying stopped once you fell asleep. you were then rudely awaken with the need to throw up. you ran to the bathroom, throwing the toilet seat up and puking. all of breakfast came up your throat and once you were done, the crying commenced again. you only shed a few tears, but if was enough to get you frustrated and anxious again.

“y/n? are you okay?” your mom’s voice sounded from downstairs.

your eyes widened and you flushed the toilet, getting up and washing your mouth and hands. you rinsed out your mouth with water and minty mouth wash, getting done just in time for your to present yourself to your mom.

“were you throwing up?” she asked. “yeah. i think the pizza at school was poisoned today,” you joked.

“mmm, not surprised, but are you okay? anything else hurting?” she asked.

“nope, all good. i have a lot of homework to do, so i’m gonna get started on that,” you lied.

“okay, sounds good. this might be a bad time to ask, but do you know what you want for dinner?” she asked.

“um, whatever dad wants is fine,” you shrugged. “alright. let me know if your choice chances. i’m going to the grocery soon, so tell me what you want if you think of it,” she said.

“will do,” you nodded. she smiled at you, then left.

you sighed, going back to your room and shutting your door. you changed out of your chilton uniform and into a tank top and shorts. you went under your covers, deciding to open up your laptop and research about pregnancy and babies.

you spent almost the whole afternoon taking notes on how to have a safe pregnancy. you mades notes of what to eat and what not to eat, how much exercise is good for you, how to avoid stressful situations, and how to tell your parents and have them not freak out.

your stomach growled and you decided it was time to try and eat something. you went downstairs, your mom and dad not there. you assumed they were in their room watching tv, so you warmed up the food your mom made and went to the couch to eat. you turned on the tv, switching the channels to your favourite show and sat back to enjoy.

five minutes later, there was a knock at the front door. you got up, turning on the porch light, your blood boiling as you saw tristan. you swung the door open, stepping out and shutting it. if you two were going to fight, you didn’t want it to be inside your house.

“what do you want?” you asked sharply.

“i wanted to apologise,” he said, holding out flowers.

your brows raised and you scoffed. “i don’t want your stupid flowers, tristan.”

he sighed, putting his arm back to his side. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to shame you. this pregnancy isn’t your fault. it’s definitely mine. the condom must’ve broke and i failed to check i was just stressed and -“

“no,” i shook my head. “what do you mean “no”?” he asked.

“i don’t want some fake apology. i want to know if you’re going to support your kid,” you said.

“i-i will. i’ll get a job and -“

you couldn’t help but laugh. “you aren’t capable of -“

“seriously? i come here to apologise, hoping we can work something out, but now you don’t even want to hear me out? what is wrong with you? or is it the crazy pregnancy hormones?” he assumed.

you gasped, your eyes popping out of their sockets. you knew he could be difficult, but you didn’t think he was that mindless. and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but something in you wanted him gone. you didn’t want to see him ever. you wanted him off your property, and out of your sight for good.

“you know what? never mind. i don’t want your support. i don’t want you anywhere near me during or after this pregnancy. i don’t want you anywhere near this baby. you’re right, we can’t see each other anymore.”

“hey, this is my kid, too. you can’t deny me -“

“oh, yes i can, and i will. go home, tristan. or better yet, go and stalk rory. we all know that’s what you’re only good at,” you spat.

you then went back inside, slamming the door shut. you put your hand over your mouth as you slid down to the floor, sobbing quietly. the argument from school and a few minutes ago played in your head. you knew you were still hurt from what he had said earlier, from him being in love with rory and not you, from him not giving you the soft tristan you needed. and maybe you should’ve let tristan explain himself, but you knew that that was never going to happen now.

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the next week of school was hell. you were beginning to have back pain, foot aches, and lots of morning sickness. you barely got any sleep, either. you were up late worrying about how you were going to survive the next nine months, and then worrying about how you were going to survive the next eighteen years. and on top of it all, tristan was going a good job of avoiding you.

every time you two ran into each other in the halls, he would turn into a different hallway. each time your eyes met in class, he would bury himself in his books. when you saw him throughout town he would turn around and walk or drive away. it hurt a lot. you felt like you two had just broken up, even if you two weren’t in an offical relationship. one plus was that he seemed to be backing off of rory, though.

a little voice in your mind told you that maybe he was only hung up on rory to make you jealous. it wasn’t totally impossible. just from how he acted now, he only seemed interested in rory when you were there. but now that you weren’t, he left her alone.

one night you were feeling extra lonely. you were laying in bed reading a book for english, trying your best not to fall asleep. you dozed off for a few seconds, awakening from the faint smell of men’s cologne, vanilla, and strawberry gum. it was tristan’s scent.

your head shot up and you looked around the room, disappointment filling you as he was no where to be found. it seemed as though you missed him a little bit too much and was now hallucinating.

you closed your book, deciding to get ready for bed and try to get a good night’s sleep. you got changed and was about to turn off the light when you heard a knock on your window.

your head snapped to your right, your heart skipping once you saw tristan in the window. he gave you a small, warm smile, holding up what looked like a box. you went over to your window sill, sitting down and pushing the window up.

“hey, juliet,” he grinned. you couldn’t help but smile, “hi, romeo.”

“i hope me showing up here is okay. i know we uh - didn’t leave things on good terms,” he coughed awkwardly.

“you’re acting like your age, finally. let me guess, your parents kicked you out?” you teased.

he chuckled and shook his head. “not exactly. i told my mom -”

he paused, noticing the nervous, shocked look on your face. he reached out for your hand that was on the window sill, lacing your fingers together.

“i didn’t tell her about the pregnancy - not yet, anyways. i told her that there’s this girl i like - that i love - and that, i might’ve messed it up because i was scared of committing and i wasn’t sure if she loved me back. and my mom told me that if i really loved this girl then i would have to try my hardest to get her, especially if i don’t know if she has feelings for me because she might. and that’s what i’m here to do.”

a smile brightened up your face. “come in,” you said.

he sighed in relief climbing into your room. you shut the window, going over to your bed. you patted the empty pace next to you and tristan sat down, breathing in nervously.

“i’m sorry for not listening to you the other night. i was hurt and frustrated and also scared. i know you’re in love with rory, too, and our relationship wasn’t really the best -”

“woah, woah,” tristan said. he looked into your eyes before speaking. “i know it may have seemed like i was in love with her, but i never was. sure, i noticed that she was pretty, but i never had any romantic feelings for her, or really an urge to chase her. i just thought that if i made you jealous then you’d fight for us more. but i guess i should’ve become a man and fought for us, too.”

you searched his eyes. there was no sign of lying. you could feel his pulse. it was steady, but you couldn’t just believe him. you needed time.

“thank you for apologizing. i really appreciate it, but i just… i can’t just believe you from your words. i need time to trust you. i’m sorry,” you frowned.

you were surprised that he didn’t look disappointed. he actually had a smile on his face.

“why do you look so happy?” you asked.

“because i thought you’d might say that. that's why i bought you this. well, us this." he then held up the box i had seen in the window.

"what's this?" you asked. "open it and see," he handed it to you.

you couldn't help but kick your feet against your bed giddily. you took ahold of the box, opening it slowly, your breathing becoming quick in anticipation. you gasped as you saw a silver necklace with a heart-shaped locket hanging off of it. on the front it read "tristan + y/n + __".

"what's the blank for?" you asked, already knowing the answer. you just wanted to hear him say it.

"for the baby's name. look inside," he grinned.

you took the necklace out of its box, opening the locket carefully, tears springing into your eyes suddenly. inside was a picture of you and tristan at the park during winter. you were wearing his hat since your ears got cold. his arm was around you, holding you close to him to keep you warm. bright smiles light up your faces. you remembered that day like it was yesterday. it was one of the days you and tristan actually got along and acted like a couple.

beside the picture was the empty shell of the other side of the locket. tristan put his finger up and pointed it at it.

"this empty space is for the three of us, or four. who knows, you may have twins," he chuckled

you blinked rapidly, tears falling down your cheeks. tristan frowned, worry filling his face.

"what's wrong? do you not like it? i thought you liked necklaces -"

"i love it, and i love you," you looked up at his face, staring into his eyes.

relief washed over his face and he sighed, laughing. "great. i'm so glad."

"this is so thoughtful, thank you," you smiled.

he smiled, taking your hands in his again. "of course. and i know that you said about our relationship not being great, and i agree. and i heard what you said about you taking time to trust me, and i understand. this locket is for us to have not matter what happens to us, because no matter what this baby - or babies - will be our number one priority. that being said, if it's okay with you, it'd love to try at a relationship. we can stay as friends, or we can start dating and take it slow. i'm fine with whatever, just know that no matter what, i’m always going to love you.”

you stared at him, your heart soaring in your chest at his words. you squeezed his hands, nodding in response.

“i’d love to start dating and take it slow. we can take these nine months slow,” you answered.

his lips broke out into a smile. “i would love to do that.” he scooted closer to you, putting his forehead against yours. “i’m so in love with you, y/n. you don’t understand, but i’m going to spend not only these night months, but for however long you let me proving that to you.”

“i’m already beginning to believe you.” you whispered, then pressing your lips to his.

you two kissed slowly. it was tender, but passionate. it was the first actual kiss you two had in a long time. it was an amazing change of pace.

his right hand left yours and went up to cup your face. butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the gesture. you put your own hands up to his face, setting them on both sides of his face, moving to bring his face impossibly closer to yours. his free hand slid around to the small of your back and he held you, sliding you closer to him.

you pulled away for air, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“why don’t i drawl you a bath and we can cuddle afterwards? it’s the weekend, so i’m sure your parents won’t mind if you have a friend over,” he suggested.

you chuckled, “well, one, you’re more than friend. but, if we’re quiet enough, then i’m sure you can stay.”

“great. i’ll sneak into the bathroom and get the bath ready.” he gave you a small peck on the cheek, getting up and tip-toeing out of your room.

you got up and went to your vanity mirror. you put the necklace on, smiling as you looked at your reflection. it was then you knew that you, tristan, and baby were going to survive this; together.

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❝ love is a choice ❞ chapter v

summary: what was meant to be a simple, calm trip to an intergalactic museum ended up becoming a a trip through memories the doctor rather wanted to forget. only they weren't her memories. they were yours.

pairing: thirteenth doctor x reader (primary), eleventh doctor x reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: slight mention of headaches, anger, murder mentioned

author's note: when i tell you this is the chapter i've been DYING to write!!

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You’d been traveling with the Doctor for a bit of time. While most of your adventures were completed sans slipper-throwing, it didn’t mean that time had made your relationship with the Doctor any better. Snide comments were tossed back and forth like a tennis match, with Amy being the one to catch the ball midair before one of you caused bleeding, internal or external. Rory, who also had joined the fray, hadn’t the courage to get between you and anything, let alone an alien. Even a fish-fingers-and-custard-eating one.

Nearly all the journeys he took the three of you on consisted of two things: running and near-death experiences. The very first one included vampire aliens! Then there was the time you ended up in a dream where you worked as a school teacher and Amy was married and pregnant. You nearly froze to death during that one. Sort of. That was a dream too. So, these harrowing exploits made the calm ones all the more welcome.

The Doctor had taken you to the Amalthea Bookseller, a book store whose walls contained several million books from almost every planet, in every language, and from any point in time. There had to have been about fifty seating areas in the front room alone; you could only imagine how many there were in the other corridors. Apparently, there was a planet with an even larger selection, but the Doctor chose against that one for “reasons.”

The moment you were set loose there, you couldn’t stop smiling. You quickly hunted for your favorite genres, finding a massive selection more extensive than the Waterstones in Piccadilly!

You were only allowed so many books- “The TARDIS is not a bank, you know!” is what the Doctor had proclaimed- so you had to choose wisely. It was hard enough as it was with the entire genre selection, but when your eye spotted the last name of your favorite author, you thought you might burst into confetti on the spot.

You gathered as many of their books as could fit into the complimentary reusable basket the staff gave you upon entry and hurried over to one of the seating areas. If you were going to whittle down which books you could get, you would need time and space. Ironically.

“Well, look at you,” Amy grinned, taking the chair beside you. “In your element, aren’t you?”

“Oh, Amy, this place is amazing!” You half-squealed. “Did you know that my favorite author kept writing well into their seventies? I mean, they’ve got at least twenty novels here! I barely even know where to continue! I already knocked out five, but how can I choose?”

“Well, I’m glad you’re having such a good time,” Amy replied. Her voice had a slant to it that you knew all too well. It meant there was more she had to say and that you weren’t going to like it. Before you could make your escape, Amy said, “You know. The Doctor loves reading too.” 

“Okay, Amy-” 

Also during your adventures, Amy had become quite bothered with the constant bickering between you and the Doctor. As mentioned before, whenever these spats broke out, more often than not, she was the one who had to grab you both by the back of your necks like a mother cat picking up her kittens by their scruffs. 

In her quest to reduce the frequency of these verbal- for now- quarrels, she attempted to find a common ground between you two. Neither of you were very enthusiastic about this. Anytime she thought she might’ve found something, one of you inevitably detested it. There was the time you mentioned how much you adored a song by this one 70’s singer. The Doctor had apparently seen her in concert, a fact Amy was ready to milk until dry. The Doctor, however, felt compelled to inform you that he’d rather fight a hundred Daleks- whatever those were- than listen to her ever again. Apparently, they had a bit of a dispute during the 1975 Grammy Awards and she’d threatened to have a hitman come after him. 

“I just listened to that man rant about how he inspired The Haunting of Hill House for the past thirty minutes! And-And he told me all about his good friend, Jane Austen! He likes literature, you like literature! Talk about it together."

“So, what I’m hearing is that I can no longer read. Well, that’s just wonderful news.” 

“You know I love you, really, I do,” Amy said softly. “And I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about you because you are perfect in every single way imaginable. But please. I am begging you. Just please try to get along with the Doctor.” 

“Me?” You gaped. “Why do I have to be the one that gets along with him? In case you forgot, he’s usually the one that starts it! Remember how he implied I was one of those fish people? That was a low blow.”

“Okay, that’s a fair point. But! Think about how much better our adventures will be! You can just have fun! You won’t have to worry about stress. You know, when we don’t find ourselves in… already stressful situations, anyway! Just, think of it like… a wedding gift! For me!” 

“Oh,” You rolled your eyes. “Was planning it not enough?” 

You knew how much this was upsetting her. There had already been some issues between the Doctor and Rory which had mostly been rectified. It was just you now. Both yourself and the Doctor were two people who Amy cared about. Not only did your inability to get along frustrate her, but it also saddened her. Here you all were: her, her boys, and her best friend on these amazing trips across the stars! And half of the people apart of that group were at each other’s throats on a constant basis. 

That disappointment reflected in her eyes. You were never good when facing that look, and that didn’t change in the span of however long this conversation had lasted. "Please." 

“Fine,” You grumbled. “But the moment he says something out of line, I refuse to be held accountable for my actions, got it?” 

Amy nodded, probably not even caring that you were insinuating physical fighting this time around. She took hold of your wrist and pulled you from the comfort of your chair. Through the twisted hallways of shelves upon shelves of books of all varieties, Amy weaved through them until you landed in the poetry section. You didn’t take the Doctor for a poet, yet there he stood. 

“Doctor!” 

“Ah- Oh.” The Doctor gleamed before he spotted you. 

You looked at Amy with bored eyes, “I’m leaving.” 

“Nope, no,” She tugged you to her side. You were reminded of a mother forcing a child to speak to their relatives over the phone. Except you hadn’t the luxury of it being a conversation that wasn’t face-to-face. “Doctor, did you know how big a fan Y/N here is of reading too? They quite enjoy a good novel, don’t you?” 

Amy jabbed your side with her elbow when you didn't say anything. The force of the motion alone startled a series of words out of your throat, “Yes! Y-Yes, I do. All types! I like to annotate too. Something I picked up in a literature class I took a while ago. My professor says it makes it more engaging.”

He scoffed, “Engaging.”

Whenever the Doctor made these remarks, like he couldn’t possibly fathom the notion that what you said was true, you were more inclined to absolutely throttle him. You could grant him that he was far older than you; thus, he knew about more things than you ever could. What you couldn’t was the belief that just because he was more knowledgeable did not mean that he was always correct.

The Doctor didn’t know everything. He’d made that clear when you were trapped in that dream and were hurtling towards a sun that was burning cold. It was so easy for him to admit that while under stress, but with you, it was like he was some omnipotent deity worthy and demanding of praise. That last bit was how he was with everyone, really, but he just ramped it up to 1,000 whenever you were involved.

This would get under anyone’s skin, and it wasn’t just you! Sometimes you and Rory would have rant sessions beneath the TARDIS’s console when Amy and the Doctor weren’t nearby. You swore that the electric chirping you would occasionally hear was the TARDIS adding to your conversation. You didn’t quite know if she agreed or not, but she seemed invested in what you had to say. Also, you had found out the TARDIS was sentient, which was… something. Cool, but definitely something.

“Is there something wrong with the way I read?”

You placed your hands on your hips, finally turning your body to face the man. You raised your brow and took on a face that you hoped emulated the one you bore the night you joined him. You were quite proud of yourself for making an alien give into your commands, hence why you tried to recreate the winning stare whenever you wanted to intimidate him again.

“Of course not,” The Doctor waved his hand, unaffected by your glare. “It’s just odd.”

“Odd? You’re a bow-tie-wearing alien who carries around a screwdriver that isn’t actually a screwdriver and flies around in a magic box. But, yes, I’m the one that’s odd.”

“I’m starting to feel like you three are always using the bow tie against me. And no, of course you’re not odd,” The Doctor patted your shoulder before resting it there. You stared at it with a blank face until he eventually got the hint and slid it off. “It’s just your reading habits!”

The Doctor says these things so casually that you often feel like you get whiplash. Sometimes it would take you a few seconds to acclimate to the fact that you were just insulted. When you realized, you’d blink away your initial confusion and move on, like now.

“And what’s so odd about them, huh?”

“Well, you could get through books twice as fast if you just read it.”

“Well, where’s the point of attempting to just get through a book? You’re supposed to read it! Really read it!”

“Well, you can still really read it without having to mark all the pages up! It takes up a lot of time just to open a pen cap, and by then you could’ve read ten words!”

“Well-!”

“Okay!” Amy shouted over another formation of a fight. “I have an idea.”

If there was one thing in the universe that you and the Doctor could agree on, Amy with an idea, especially one that concerned the two of you, was a terrifying thing. The mischievous glint in her eyes screamed at you to run like you would when faced with horrifying creatures during your endeavors. However, both of you were stuck in your spot, pinned beneath her plotting gaze.

“Y/N, pick a book for your basket, any of them.”

One of the few you hadn't put away that stuck out to you the most was a murder mystery in a small town. It wasn’t too big, but it was just long enough that you knew you could spend a contented day reading it. “This one.”

Amy took it from your hands before shoving it into the Doctor’s. “Perfect! Now go pay for this.”

"Me?"

“Yes, you!” Amy stated. “You both need to make this friendship work! And the best way to do that is for both of you to contribute to something. Y/N picks the book and you pay for it.”

“That doesn’t seem like a fair exchange at all!” No, but it was definitely Amy’s way of making this an even exchange between you two. You appreciated that.

Amy sent him a look that shut him right up. “Here’s how this is going to go.”

Amy told you what you’d be doing—not asking, telling. You and the Doctor would read the same book, and you’d both write in it. Your thoughts, your theories, your general reactions. You would write in a red pen, and he would write in a blue so that when you were both done, you’d be able to distinguish who wrote what easily. Then, you’d talk about what you read after.

"Like a book club?"

"Exactly."

At first, you were averse to the idea solely because it involved bonding with the Doctor. However, the more you thought about it, the more you realized it was actually quite brilliant. You and the Doctor would interact without ever having to talk to one another. You both could avoid throwing yourselves into another inevitable battle that would only end when Amy reached her wit’s end. You might even get a bit of insight about him.

One thing you noticed about the Doctor the longer you traveled with him was how he guarded himself. You knew what that was like, but the walls around him were different than any you had ever seen. They were secure, fortified, yet they were ancient. Even if you weren’t aware of his ripe age of 907, you knew you'd realize their lifespan was longer than that of the stars themselves. But just like stars, they all eventually burn out.

Amy had already tried asking him about the things that he was hiding away following the Dream Lord events. He’d deflected then, and you liked to think that he would deflect again. You couldn’t do it outright, which is why this book swap was perfect. There was nothing more honest than what someone takes away from literature. The quotes they underline or the paragraphs they highlight say more about a person than one thinks. And, no, the book you chose wasn’t some deep, philosophical epic that would grant you entrance into the inner machinations of the Doctor’s mind, but it was a start.

Also, it was a free book.

Even though the Doctor was an annoying asshole, you couldn’t deny your curiosity. He was an alien from a faraway planet who offered three- technically two since you forced your way onto the TARDIS- humans the chance to explore worlds never before seen by your species. You were taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you had to wonder why.

“Okay,” You agreed. “I’ll do it.”

“So, will I, but! Under one condition! I call reading it first! I’ll get it done quickly, I can assure you,” The Doctor exclaimed. “You humans are exceptionally slow when it comes to reading. Even without the unnecessary writing.”

At that, the Doctor turned and sauntered towards the bookseller. Because his back was turned, he hadn’t seen you with your hands reaching towards him, ready to attack, and Amy with her arms around your middle to keep you from doing that.

True to his word, though, the Doctor had given you the book in only a day’s time. He told you that he would’ve had it sooner had it not been for all the unfortunate writing he had to do. He also complained about the aching of his poor wrists and that if his piloting skills dwindled, it was entirely your fault. You thought about throwing the book at him for that one, and you knew what impressive aim you had. He was lucky you were in a generous mood.

You wandered the halls, hoping to find a nice spot where no one would bother you. As you turned a corner, a light above a door flickered invitingly. The door opened to reveal a small, but not suffocating, room with a warm feel to it. Some plants released a calm, earthy scent while sitting on many of the table surfaces about the room. The walls were made of dark cherry wood and were covered with paintings and photographs of different, beautiful landscapes that were most likely distant planets. A lit fireplace was set on the back wall, and just in front of that was a cream-colored antique couch with a soft-looking blanket thrown across the back.

You gingerly touched the side of the door, smiling softly. You whispered, “Thank you. It’s perfect.”

You placed the throw blanket around your shoulders and got cozy on the couch in front of the fire. You flipped to the title page with your red pen in hand and began reading.

Not even a page in, and your eye was already twitching.

Blue ink took up most of the margins. When you flipped through the rest of the book, many of the other pages got the same treatment. You fought off the temptation to get up and berate the Doctor for leaving you little to no space to write your own opinions. You told yourself that you could make this work. If not for Amy’s sake but for curiosity’s, you could find a way to remedy this.

When you made it about two chapters in, the Doctor had already claimed he knew exactly who the killer was. The moment the main character’s love interest’s dad was introduced, he wrote, “It’s definitely this bloke, I’m positive of that.” You, who hadn’t any clue who the killer was, were very frustrated by his insistence that it was him. You really hoped it wasn’t him so that you could laugh about it later.

At first, you wanted to block out what the Doctor wrote so you could focus on what you wanted to write, but that went against the entire point of this activity. He actually had some funny commentary regarding the heroine and the odd choices she made. There were a few notes about how “curious it was that humans made some of the most stupid decisions in the face of danger.” To that, you wrote a clever remark about his own choices during dangerous situations beneath his comment.

You eventually did manage to make do. With what little room you had, you could jot down your thoughts. You underlined your favorite bits and noted all the hidden details regarding the culprit. The Doctor had beaten you to that, but you still felt smart for finding them too.

You were taken by surprise by the mysterious lack of ink on one page. There had been one marking: a quote from a side character. It had been during a confrontation with the main character who, at this point, everyone in town had discovered was somehow connected to the recent string of murders. While talking to a victim's sibling, she attempted to make the case that it wasn't her fault; she simply wanted to find out what happened to her aunt who died several years prior. The victim's sister said:

"My brother is dead because you wouldn't stop looking into your aunt's death. That's on you. Because, Elena, a t what point do these things stop becoming things that happen to you and things that you do to yourself?"

You read the quote a few times over. You hadn't really known what to expect in letting your eyes roam about it. The meaning wouldn't change just because you looked at it a few more times.

Is this how the Doctor felt? Did he feel as though all the misfortunes he endured were by his own hand? When you thought about it, it didn’t seem totally unimaginable. The adventures you all went on were laden with risk, and there were times where things appeared so dire that things might not turn out alright in the end like he promised. If things did go wrong, he would blame himself. He wasn’t the type of person to turn and point a finger when he was the one who pushed the TARDIS’s buttons. 

But there was something about the Doctor that you knew to be true: he never stopped until he made things right. You’d only been on a handful of adventures, but the Doctor was nothing if not persistent. He didn’t give up, and it was clear that he hadn’t for 907 years. Giving up now would be a waste. He would never stop trying to make things right in the end. And if he did, that’s when he could say it was something he did to himself. 

With more than enough space this time, beneath the underlined quote, you wrote, “When you stop trying to fix it.” 

You watched as the ink dried on the page so you could turn to the next. 

“... replaceable…”

You whipped your head around with a force that gave you a slight headache and were met with nothing. Your eyes flitted about the room, attempting to find the source of whatever just made that noise. You didn’t know exactly what you heard, but you were sure you had heard something . It didn’t have any direction; it was just there. And then it wasn’t. 

You were able to get back into reading after a while, pushing that bizarre event to the back of your mind as best you could. You figured it was just your brain playing tricks on you since you were reading a murder mystery. The TARDIS was safe, and so were you. 

As you neared the end of the book, the killer was unmasked. As per the Doctor’s prediction, it was, in fact, the boyfriend’s father. The Doctor wanted to let you know he had anticipated this outcome by underlining the reveal three separate times and had written, “I TOLD YOU!” in bold letters. 

The main character was close to finding out the killer’s motive, something that had been plaguing you for the last couple chapters. And, just as she was about to say what the murderer had told her, you saw it. Or, rather, you didn’t see it. 

The last page of the book was gone. It wasn’t a misprint, you were sure of that. You looked at the book’s seam to find jagged edges where the page would have been. It looked as if it had been cleanly ripped from its binding.  And, with the Doctor, things weren’t “as if,” they just were, which meant that the bastard had torn out the very last page of the book you were supposed to share! 

You were so close! Just as you felt like you were starting to understand him, he had gone and done this. It almost felt like a joke. There you were, thinking you might be able to connect to him on some level, only to remember just who you were dealing with. Perhaps you should've predicted the Doctor's unpredictability, even with a task as simple as writing your thoughts in a book. It might have made you feel less... was betrayed the right word? Or maybe just defining how you felt as angry was the better option. 

“You son of a bitch,” You practically growled. You tossed off the blanket, letting it fall to the floor. “You son of a bitch!” 

Your feet pounded against the metal floors of the TARDIS as you made your way to the console room. There, the Doctor was fixing some wires on the pillar, his eyes covered with his work goggles. He didn’t notice you enter until you hissed, “Where is it?” while brandishing the book. 

“Ah! Finished the story, I see!” The Doctor remarked.  

“No, I didn’t, actually,” You informed with a dangerous tilt of your head towards the book. “Because someone decided to tear out the last page!”

The Doctor’s face shifted to that of comic, not genuine, guilt. He bared his teeth while the corners of his lips turned downward, eyes probably containing some semblance of shame still hidden behind his goggles. 

“Oh, right,” The Doctor nervously chuckled. “See, forgot to mention! I always throw out the last page of any book I read.” 

This man was going to have to pay for your ophthalmologist bill from all the twitching he was causing to your eye. “W-Why?” 

“Because I don’t like endings.” He said plainly, then returned to his work on the TARDIS. 

Once again, you were in a total state of shock. Your mouth bobbed open a few times in disbelief. You couldn’t find the right words to convey what you wanted to say adequately. When you were able, you asked, “Did you not think that I would want to read the ending maybe? Elena was just about to say why Simon's dad killed her aunt all those years ago!” 

“Didn’t you see I knew it was him?” He smirked, very pleased with himself. 

Your fingers curled into fists. You knew you couldn’t do anything, so you firmly planted your feet in their spot. “So not only did you leave me pretty much no space to even write in the book and spoil who the killer was twenty pages in, but you also decided to rip out the very last one? You realize that this completely goes against the purpose of this whole thing, right? How the hell are we even supposed to talk about the book together if part of the book is missing?” 

The Doctor took off his goggles. He finally understood that this was more than one of your simple bickering matches. He might not have got it to the full extent, but he got there eventually. 

“I’m sorry,” He apologized. “Truly. I hadn't realized at the time, didn't consider it.” 

At his emotion-filled apology, you felt some of your own begin to wane. You realized that this reaction was over the top, even for a response to the Doctor’s antics. You let out a soul-shaking grunt before collapsing in the chair stationed by the console. You balanced your elbows on your knees, the book falling to your lap. Your hands pressed against your face before raking over your hair. A frustrated, beaten sigh left your body, taking any excess energy you had with it upon your exhale.  “I’m sorry too." 

You felt awful that this had gone wrong despite knowing that it wasn’t entirely your fault. Sure, he had done it, but you reacted. Reactions could be just as harmful when taken to an extreme as yours just had. And for what? Because of a little book? You should have been better than that. You just felt so disappointed. Disappointed because you expected more and got your hopes up  while not being able to live up to someone else's. 

Amy was so excited that the two of you had agreed. She hadn’t outright said so, but you knew your best friend well enough to recognize the giddy elation that remained beneath an expression of indifference. You both finally made a step towards resolving your differences, and you blew it. What would you even tell her? 

"We’re really bad at this whole ‘getting along thing,’ aren’t we?” You laughed with no humor in your voice, more to yourself than him. 

“I don’t think so,” The Doctor’s voice broke through your pity party. It was unnaturally soft. He walked over to your defeated form, leaning against the console so he stood across from you. “We’ve learned something about one another, which is good! You learned that I don’t like endings and I learned that you do! I say it’s a start.” 

You gently rubbed your hands across your arms. In your mind, you debated if you wanted to tell him that this statement was incorrect. If you did, you’d have to be open, and open is far more intimidating than closed. The Doctor might have been many things, irritating included, but judgmental wasn’t one of them. You knew he would take your vulnerability with no conviction. 

This was a step in the right direction, you knew that. “Who said I like them? I don't.” 

The Doctor stopped his tinkering on the console to stare at you. You could tell he hadn’t expected such a soft supply. Maybe he thought you would dispute it, but not at such a volume. It caught him by surprise if his slightly parted mouth said anything. He spoke, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I mean, they’re endings. It means things have to end, obviously , and who really likes that? But they…They’re…” 

The Doctor remained quiet. He was silently urging you to continue on. It was foreign to you, him deciding not to speak so that you could, but it wasn’t unwelcome. 

“They mean new beginnings,” You continued. “Can you really have a new one without an ending? Like, you go to college, you spend four years there and work your ass off, and then it’s over. But then you start to work, and you’ve got a whole new beginning right there. Or! You drop out and you begin to work towards something else you're passionate about that they can’t give you there! You do what you really want. Sometimes… sometimes you have to have endings in order for a new beginning. 

“And I know that sometimes the beginnings aren’t kind, and I guess that’s where the scary part comes in. You’re never guaranteed anything. But let’s say you don’t end things and down the line you regret it. Can you really be okay knowing that because you avoided an ending, you missed out on the possibility of a beautiful beginning?”

You tried not to have regrets in your life, but you were human. There would always be things you wished you ended and things you were upset you hadn’t begun. There would always be moments that ended prematurely, leaving you with a hollowed-out feeling. You couldn’t change them, even with a time machine. What you could do was think about what it meant for the next beginning. Because wasn’t that life? A never-ending series of beginnings and endings? If you just avoided the endings, where would you be? How could you live like that? How could anyone?

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that endings are what you make of them.” 

The Doctor was quiet for a long time. You didn’t want to look at him. This was the first moment you were somewhat vulnerable in front of him. It was good. Vulnerability was good. Amy would be proud. She’d be happy. But it didn’t make it any less terrifying. 

“How about this?” The Doctor finally replied. “Next time we swap a book, how about you read it first? That way, you can read the ending.” 

You tilted your head to look at him. He wasn’t full out smiling, just a tiny, warm one. It wasn’t the usual expression he usually had when with you, and for some reason, you were okay with it. 

“Next time?” 

“If you’d like.” 

It wasn’t going to be an easy fix, especially because part of you quite liked messing with the Doctor. You were both flawed in your own ways, and both entirely too stubborn for your own goods.  However, you knew that Amy was right: you would better off if this kind of behavior were to continue. 

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.” 

The Doctor once believed that it was better to just go through books. Flipping through their pages was easy enough, so why go through the trouble of  writing in them? It would just take more time. Those were her exact thoughts, and they were the ones she voiced to you that day.

But if one were to go into the Doctor’s room and open one of her many books, they would find the pages, save for the last, which was torn out, littered with annotations written in blue ink with a lot of extra space, as if something else was going to be written there.

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DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

..

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

..

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

..

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

..

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

..

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.�� She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

..

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

..

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

..

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

..

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

..

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

..

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

..

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

[heytherejulietx]

Okay, Doctor Who opinion: fans who hate on Amy just to glorify Rory are the absolute worst. Just because Amy was a flawed character with a worldview that's different from ours doesn't mean she's a bad person

OKAY NO SERIOUSLY OMG I HAVE A HUGE RANT ABOUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS THAT IM GONNA DROP HERE IF YOU DON’T MIND

i honestly think that amy has some of the best character development of the show, in regards to her love life and rory. when amy first starts in the show she’s running from a wedding that she’s not ready for. she runs away with the doctor in the middle of the night and doesn’t tell rory anything. she tries to kiss the doctor the night before her wedding because she wants that attachment to someone else before she gives herself over to rory for marriage. she really doesn’t seem committed to rory, and doesn’t seem like she loves him at first. in vampires in venice she suggests that rory pretends to be her brother and not her fiancé, but suggested that the doctor should be her fiancé.

amy’s choice is a really pivotal point for amy, because in the dream world she’s pregnant and settled down with rory. she doesn’t want any of that, she doesn’t want to be settled down and ultimately it seems like she will choose the doctor over rory, but then rory dies and it changes everything. she doesn’t want to be settled down but she realises how much she loves rory. the rest of the season develops her love for rory and she grows the ability to give him the commitment that he’s already given her, and by the time they get married she’s ready to hand herself over to him in that way (but still not in the traditional sense, as she stays amelia pond and doesn’t settle down with rory yet)

season six is about still learning to commit to rory. when she thinks she’s pregnant she tells the doctor and not rory and later we find out that rory has always wanted kids so maybe it’s that fear of settling down again. i think every time she loses or is close to losing rory, it lets her get a little closer to that commitment (when house makes her think that rory is dead in the doctor’s wife, when she sees what it’d be like to grow old without him in the girl who waited, and even when she forgets who he is in the wedding of river song. in the god complex, she’s finally ready to start that commitment, even if she’s scared, after the first time the doctor calls her amelia williams.

by season seven, she’d completely become amelia williams and had over two years to be like that with rory. and by that point, i think she loves him so much that she thinks rory deserves more than her because she can’t have children, and he’s always wanted children. she’s willing to hurt herself and lose the love of her life because she thinks rory deserves someone else, and i think that shows huge growth from amy when we see her in season five. for the rest of season seven we see her being domestic with rory (being on good terms with his dad, living together, cute little lovers quarrels, etc) and by their departure she has become completely comfortable with that commitment.

in angels take manhattan, i think it is the most beautiful way any companion has ever left the show, and it really shows how amy has changed. in the together or not at all scene, rory tells her that he’ll come back to life, but she still chooses to jump from the building with him because she doesn’t want him to do it alone, and if they do die then she’d be with him. and then she sends herself back in time to be with him “as i should be”. amy’s story with rory is about her personal growth with commitment and being able to love rory, and the fact that people hate on her character for that is kinda gross. not every couple is going to be okay with commitment.

i mean, not to say that rory isn’t allowed to be upset by this. he’s rightfully sad about her kissing the doctor, telling the doctor she was pregnant, and when they break up. but he loves her so much that he sticks with her through her battle with commitment.

they are my favourite couple in any show ever because they both love each other more than anything else.

[harmony88]

The Twist of the Pendulum

The Doctor and Rose find themselves in an unexpected situation with an unexpected face who wears a bowtie, and they realize things are a lot more complicated than they seem.

Story: The Twist of the Pendulum

Series: Forever With You Part 3

New Chapter Posted October 3rd! 

(Excerpt of chapter under cut) 

“I don’t like it,” he said. "The redecorating."

Rose shot him a look. His counterpart rolled his eyes.

“Oh, piss off. My ship is great and my bowtie is cool. Move on," he said, and the Doctor laughed. “You can set her down if you want. I need an extra set of hands."

He smirked as he kissed Alice’s head before he placed her lovingly on the floor, but when she began to crawl so fast she was practically running on her knees, he sighed. "Rose? She's heading for the door."

"Come here, Trouble," she said, lowering her hands from the wall to scoop her up. She giggled madly, a sound that felt warm and fuzzy to the Doctor in the bowtie, and Rose laughed with her. "Let's go over here."

Both men watched as she guided Alice to the other side of the room, showing her some of the orbs. The Doctor in the pinstripes sniffed and glanced at his counterpart, who was twisting the same dial over and over.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," he lied. For a moment, it was silent, and both were surprised by his next question. "Were you terrified?"

"What?"

"When you found out she was pregnant," he said slowly. "How was... What did you do?"

"We don't have to do this," he muttered. "Tell me what you know about Protocol 3. We should focus."

"They're idiots," he whispered. "Did you plan for her?"

He sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" he muttered, and when his counterpart merely smirked, he shook his head and gave in. "We'd talked about it a few times, but we kept saying we should wait. She was a surprise, but... I was thrilled."

"Really?" the Doctor asked, amazed. "Not terrified?"

"I never said that," he mused. "I was out of my mind. Still am most of the time."

"I can imagine."

"Why are you asking?" he whispered, flipping a switch.

"I'm just curious," he admitted, scanning something with his screwdriver. "If Rose has Huon cells, then Alice...Can she...?"

"No," he said, and the Doctor in the bowtie stared at him. "They're possible, but... no. She can't regenerate."

"You'd better fix that," he said, and the Doctor swallowed hard. "I'd give her mine if I could."

"Stop," he said warningly, and they paused to look at each other. "Don't. That's not fair."

"I think I can be the judge of that, thank you," he grumbled.

"No," he said. "I don't think so."

"What are you two talking about?" Rose asked suddenly, sensing the tone shift in the room, and they both looked at her. "Is it going okay?"

"Fine," the Doctor in the bowtie said, smiling at her. "You know, there's a room with a trampoline now that Rory likes. It's down the hall, up the stairs, third door on the right. She might want to jump?"

"She can't even walk yet," Rose said with a grin, and this time she was certain he blushed. "But thank you."

"Well," he said. "Is she hungry? There's probably fruit or cereal in the galley. She's welcome to it."

Rose locked eyes with her husband, who clenched his jaw.

He needs a minute alone, I think. He asked if she could regenerate.

What?

I'm gonna talk him down.

I should do it, he might -

No. Trust me. Let me try.

Their eyes danced across the room, and she nodded once. "Do you two want anything?"

"Nah, take care of her," he said, and she saw her husband sniff.

"Okay," she whispered, turning around hesitantly, but neither spoke again until she had disappeared down the hall, and her husband nudged his mind once more before putting up his blocks.

Make yourself some chips.

Planning on it.

I love you.

I love you, too.

"Does she eat cereal?" the Doctor in the bowtie asked, snapping his attention back to the room.

"You have to stop."

"I just want to know more about her," he said. "About all of you. Your life."

"Why?"

"Because," he mused, flicking a few more switches. "The way I see it. Every life is a pile of good and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't always spoil the good things and make them unimportant. So if this is all I get of this good thing, then I want to make the most of it."

He stared at him, not sure what he had expected his answer to have been, but he knew it wasn't that, and he just shook his head. "Yes. She eats cereal."