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I’ve found myself becoming more and more active on Twitter recently. It’s a bit easier to keep hold of threads and in my opinion it’s more active with the fandom there. Feel free to follow me:

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“Kira?? Kiraaaaa!”

His voice could be heard even with the machine’s doors shut, though he would throw them open only moments later, his eyes immediately searching the premisses to make sure he hadn’t landed in an incorrect timeline or anything of the such.

“Guess what day it is!! It’s time for you to come check the date in my big, non-conspicuous box!” A faint chuckle escaped him as he strolled through the home, taking a few moments to look at the picture frames along the counter of the room.

Snooping seemed to be the Timelord’s specialty. Despite so many companions having badgered him not to do so.

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Having got inside her home; Kira drops her backpack next to the door. Sighing out, she is glad that it’s the weekend. Though she would have to grade papers and update her student’s grades via online.

Needing a moment to herself, Kira sits down at the table and lays her head down. Closing her eyes, Kira hears the TARDIS landing in her living room.

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*waves* hi!! :) would it be ok to plot??

Hello! And yes of course it would!

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“WEDNESDAY, JULY 31ST” FANFIC: +18 (TRIGGER WARNING: suicidal actions/angst)

TARDIS blue painted nails slowly dragged over the side of the linoleum countertop. It was obvious by now that things hadn’t gone the way they had planned...she had become too much like him, too adored by him and had blurted something that nearly costed them their reputation on a foreign planet. Something so very stupid about an ex..something that she had thought would cause him to comfort her, yet it backfired..hard.

Now she stood, tense and her arms clasped behind her back; her good hand gently fondling a mangled and limp excuse of a left hand. The TARDIS stood tall before her as the Doctor shuffled through her home. He said he was checking to make sure there was no alien technology that she had taken from the TARDIS or he had simply left lying around her apartment...but part of her hoped he simply was looking for a reason to not say goodbye just yet...

“All done..?” She mumbled softly. Though it didn’t take a response for her to understand as he straightened up from his crouched position at her sofa.

”Done,” that was it... just that one word before he walked to her, kissed her head, and stepped into the doorway of the blue box. Clara didn’t dare speak, she knew she had lost him forever and there was nothing she was to do..

Turning to his side, one half in the TARDIS, and the other out, he raised a hand for an awkward wave before he entered the time and space machine. It took no less than a minute before the familiar whirling started up. Clara’s eyes, though had been dry, immediately began to water, her hands clenched into fists at her side. The apartment was once again filled with silence as the machine materialized into nothingness.

He leaned against the door of the TARDIS, having simply raised his sonic to get it into a piloting stance, the location: deep..deep fucking space. Hopefully a black hole, if he had a preference that was. There was no good way to see this situation, not even in his mind. All he could think about was how broken Clara looked, how tense and silent she had stood whilst he aimlessly wandered her home, searching for “alien tech”.

”I should’ve erased her memories, wiped myself from every crevice of her subconscious—“ his voice broke through the silence, echoing throughout the vastness of the ship...only for a sickeningly familiar voice to retort:

“I was gonna to be with you forever..”

The Doctor’s eyes snapped open and he glared at the center column.

“I know—!! I know, I know, I know!!” His voice raised, practically booming throughout the inner working of the TARDIS. “DONT. LECTURE. ME.” He snarled at the console.

A few soft mechanical whirls echoed through the shell of a ship before he sighed and rubbed his brow as if in an internal argument with the being inside the console.

“I can’t go back...if I do it’ll be out of guilt, sympathy, out-ou-out of..fear!” He had paused momentarily before speaking finally after a small fit of stuttering.

”Love?” There it was...the console had played her voice through the speaker. It sounded..strangely auto tuned, but it was still her nonetheless. ”Not out of love, Doctor?”

“Of course not..” he pushed off of the door, moving in long strides to the console, flicking switches and a few levers roughly before leaning over the metallic surface. The chain attached to his waistcoat dangled and jingled softly with each breath he took, his eyes shifting back and forth as if he were reading the air around him.

“But you said you loved me..you said it so many times..” her voice broke through the silence once more and he couldn’t help but sneer at the fact his ship was using her voice to scold him.

His pupils dilated as he looked across the console before finally stepping away and moving to slump into the nearby leather chair. It swiveled slightly, but he stopped it, seemingly not in the mood for the usual spinning fun he had. Crossing his legs, he propped his elbow up onto his knee and stared longingly at the console.

“Access visual records,” he mumbled. A bright light would shine from the center pillar before the circular base of the roof of the console room began to turn. The Timelord sighed and closed his eyes to block out the harsh light that enveloped the console room.

“Wednesday, July 31, 2019.”

Within seconds, the light would cease him to open his eyes once more, only to see the apparitions of his past self along with his companion. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out just what they were doing..they were arguing and she was in tears and he seemed on the verge of them as well.

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT!” The human girl snapped, her hands slamming against the console of the TARDIS, causing a sickening crunch. Recoiling in pain, she gripped her right hand, it now limply hanging from its socket. More years began to form in her eyes from the pain and the Doctor.....? Well he tilted his head, clearing his throat and trying his hardest to put away any malice and/or frustration as he slowly moved towards Clara. The hologram of the past shoved the other away with her only useful hand, her irises clouded from the moisture.

“Clara..let me see it,” he reached his hands out, clenching his jaw in disgust at the sight of the wound, only for her to shove him away once more. That was it..the final straw..something so small..

“Fine..FINE!” He snarled at her, shoving her out of the way and storming out of the console room.

The Doctor, the true one, sat silently as he watched Clara’s hologram whimper against the console where she leaned, sniffling all the while. Though he didn’t seem surprised in the slightest when his recreated illusion stomped back in holding an assortment of her clothes. Within seconds, they were on the floor. The soft ping of the TARDIS landing echoed throughout the suspended animation and the holographic Timelord snapped his fingers before pointing sternly at the door. Clara turned to look to the door before shaking her head, her eyes meeting his once more as she uttered a soft:

“It was a lie...I-I promise!”

The Doctor’s hologram was unmoving to the other’s words, instead he placed his hands behind his back and gave her a gut wrenching smile. Seconds of Clara’s recreated sniffling past before he finally spoke.

“Dry your eyes, you’re home. Be grateful for once. I’ll help you in and I’m gone.”

A soft sputtering sounded from the console as the holograms suddenly faded, the recording ending.

The Doctor adjusted his position, his eyes heavy with small tears as he rubbed his face with his hand in concentration. He hadn’t even healed her hand, hadn’t even bandaged it, all because he was too angry at the situation before; at her words. Now where was he? Alone. In his time and space machine floating deep in the cosmos.

The soft humming of the machine around him brought him out of his thoughts. Leaning back in the seat, he kicked his boots off and spread his legs, his shoulders against the middle of the back of the chair; a position he often observed humans ‘relaxing’ in, though his thoughts didn’t stop pestering him.

“What would Susan say..?” He finally whispered to himself. “She knew all about humans..about that petty side of them that craved revenge, that craved perfection in the eyes of another and the side of them that felt it right to lie of every little thing for attention they already have..” he mumbled, lecturing to no one other than his TARDIS. The machine hummed in response, listening patiently.

”Clara Oswald, ‘impossibly perfect Clara Oswald’ isn’t as perfect as I thought,” he grumbled as he gave up on the uncomfortable ‘relaxing’ position, standing with a huff.

Almost as soon as he stood, a dull thrum came from the console: the broken Chameleon Circuit attempting to compensate for its surroundings, yet failing. He knew the sound, the only sound other than the breaks that could alert the pilot to the ship landing at its desired destination. The landing lights along the walls of the interior shined brightly before fading to a pale blue, the steam rising from the grates in the floor, it all meant he had landed..but where..?

Gripping the sides of the monitor, the Doctor couldn’t help but smile slightly at the destination that flashed in coordinates on the screen: Earth, though more importantly, Clara’s apartment complex.

“I think it’s time I make things right, eh old girl?” Swiveling on his heels, he bounded toward the door, his usual childish persona gleaming in his naturally flamboyant body language. Thrusting the TARDIS doors open, he frowned, having expected to be back in her main sitting room, yet he wasn’t. Instead he was in her room, the TARDIS having landed in the corner near her vanity mirror and makeup set. Taking an advantage to snoop, he immediately walked forwards towards the vanity, shifting through the powders and creams that Clara smothered across her face to make herself look ‘prettier’, he always found it unnecessary, but she insisted.

Though even as he admired the pink and brown hue of the powders, he couldn’t help but feel as though there was something off, something in the back of his head that was nagging him. Just as he were about to turn around toward the door to search for his companion, he realized the mistake. The nagging feeling in the back of his head was a creaking sound that echoed through the silent room. Lifting his head from the stand of the vanity to look in the triple mirror back, his eyes widened in horror.

Barely in view was the sight of Clara’s small form hanging in mid air, just barely swinging; her broken hand at her side.

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“The Longest Night”

[ANGST/ALCOHOL. WORD COUNT: LONG lmao.]

It had been a long night and while Clara didn’t like to admit to her habits, partaking in alcohol often crept it’s way into her weekly routine.

The truth was, it had been a rather long month. Not only was it the anniversary of her mum’s passing, but among other things, her father still wasn’t handling the loss of his wife well...despite how long it had been since. However, Clara and her father weren’t the closest and therefore; they both, found the comfort in the intoxicating beverage rather than communication..especially on a topic as morbid as Ellie Oswald’s death. It was easy, [not speaking to one another on the topic], given Clara had moved in with the Maitland’s to help them transition through the stages of grief at the loss of their mum as well.

But still, there was something that pushed Clara into a deep sense of longing, something that kept her restless and she needed to tell someone, but who?

Just as she was about to ring up an old friend of hers, the familiar wheezing and groaning of the TARDIS materializing caught her in the midst of a gulp of Brokers.

Springing up from her place on her bed, she practically tossed the half-empty bottle into the waste bin in the corner of the room and tried her hardest to douse herself in the perfume that stayed on her vanity mirror’s counter.

“Clara!” The bow tie-wearing alien pulled open the doors to his ship, his head poking out as he observed her bedroom for the millionth time despite her protests. “I seem to have landed in your room..again. Apologies!”

He was always so quirky and despite the amounts of times she teased and poked fun at him, there truly wasn’t anything she would change. Sitting up, the short brunette eyed him, her head tilting as she checked her phone’s date.

“Um, Doctor? It’s Monday, not Wednesday. What’re you doing here? You might wake the kids! It’s 1:35 am!!”

“The kids? Oh, yes! Angie and Artie! How are they by the way?”

“Doctor,” she paused for a moment before deciding to give into his questions, knowing it would be hopeless if she just ignored them. “They’re fine, though I believe they’re resting right now. I’ll tell them you said hello in the morning when they wake, yeah?”

Her voice was one of urgencies, she didn’t like having to talk, there was no way he couldn’t smell the alcohol on her breath..no way at all..and her suspicions on that matter were only proven when the Timelord raised his head and began to sniff the air around his beloved companion.

“Wait...1:35 in the morning? CLARA! Why are you awake? Have you got someone over? Am I interrupting something?”

“What? No, I haven’t got anyone over—Doctor?!”

He had begun his usual snooping around the room drill. The ‘there’s someone here and I’m going to find them’. She couldn’t help but giggle softly at how jealous he seemed once he got a whiff of alcohol being present in the room with her. But it was also strange, why was he being this way? This wasn’t like him, well not usually.

Finding no one, the Doctor adjusted his bow tie before giving one last glance across the room and moving between Clara and the TARDIS.

“You’ve been drinking. If no one else is here, then it’s only you and you smell like alcohol. Why do you smell like alcohol? Did someone make you drink it? That stuff tastes horrid, almost as bad as the water at the ‘Fountain of Youth’. Did I ever tell you about that-? Who knew it was real, I certainly didn’t-” he had begun his sarcastic storytelling, rambling on about some other adventure whilst he looked her over with a few glances. He seemed to be watching her intently, his eyes narrowing at hers.

“It’s only a few drinks, everyone drinks-”

“But you don’t, you never drink.”

And there it was, the reason she never ever told him.. There were many things she kept from the Doctor, frankly because most of them he would either disapprove of or become...weirdly curious of and she didn’t want to deal with any awkward questions. Choosing to ignore him, she quipped with a question of her own:

“What are you doing here on a Monday? Look, I know you told me about your other friends travelling full time with you, but we discussed this, I need a reality check someti--” Clara went silent as the Doctor lifted a finger to his lips and lightly shushed her. Her mind seemingly going blank as she gave him a look of confusion and discomfort.

“I’m only here to check up on you. You know, the usual pop in - pop out, ‘hey how are you?’ kind of thing~” he mused quietly. His strides were slow, as if cautious, as he walked over to the waste bin and tilted his head to look at the contents inside. With another soft sniff to the air, he grinned and then turned back to Clara, gently clapping his hands together. “Looks like you need a roommate!”

“I’m sorry, a what??” She had finally found her words and frankly she didn’t like where this was going. The Doctor couldn’t be her roommate, it would make things dreadfully awkward all the time and she wouldn’t be able to stand it..

“Only for tonight!” He held his hand up, a bright smile spreading across his lips as his green irises glimmered with a childish spark. “One night Clara Oswin Oswald, I want to see how well you are doing...” speaking softly, he moved to sit in Clara’s leather reading chair next to her bookshelf.

“Once again, that’s not my middle name,” she retorted, watching him disapprovingly. Not even a minute later, she crossed her arms a sighed in defeat. “Fine, fine. Only one night and that’s it..!”

“Of course, one night, as you wish. So then Clara, tell me about your mother,” his eyes met hers. The childish dazzle fading in an instant.

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Spank him, she did..well as soon as she had turned around and went back to his side. By the stars, he didn’t even know she could possibly smack him that hard.. even through his trousers too!

“But first we need to set some ground rules,” she smirked, her hands gently popping the clips of his suspenders. “One: you don’t speak unless spoken to, two: you don’t touch me in anyway unless I say you’re allowed, and three: you get your orgasm when I say so, understood? As far as I’m concerned, this is payback for you leaving me to be frozen by some mad lady with red goo.”

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The Doctor went looking for Clara and searched all over the TARDIS for her.  Finally, he checked in her bedroom and there she was, sitting on the bed.  She was playing with a pair of handcuffs in her hands.  “Did you have something in mind with those?” he asked but barely finished the sentence before she was pulling his hands behind him and cuffed his wrists.

“It seems you do,” he smirked slightly.

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Abruptly, she lifted her arm, her elbow pushing against his shoulder blades, causing him to bend down. With his upper body resting against her bed. Clara let go of his arms, taking a step back.

“Oi! You stay right there,” she grumbled before pacing slightly, occasionally popping his suspenders as she passed. “So many opportunities~ although what I could do is simply—“ her smirk never fading, she chuckled whilst she made her way to the door.

“—leave you there all cuffed up!!”

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The Doctor went looking for Clara and searched all over the TARDIS for her.  Finally, he checked in her bedroom and there she was, sitting on the bed.  She was playing with a pair of handcuffs in her hands.  “Did you have something in mind with those?” he asked but barely finished the sentence before she was pulling his hands behind him and cuffed his wrists.

“It seems you do,” he smirked slightly.

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“Mmm..why wouldn’t I?” The companion chuckled, clamping the cuffs down harshly against his wrists. Frankly, she had been wanting to cuff him ever since he developed a habit of barging into her room.. him doing it once more only seemed to amplify her desire.

Despite the cheeky tone in her voice, she didn’t seem all too joking. Grabbing the Doctor’s arms at the elbow, she pulled him close to her, his back pressing to her chest as if in an officer’s stance. “I’m afraid you’re under arrest, Doctor. Barging into Clara’s room is a level 11 offense on the Shadow Proclaimation by the laws of the Atraxi,” she hummed each and ever syllable before standing on her tip-toes to gently suck along the skin of his neck, relishing in the small bruises that formed.

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The Doctor went looking for Clara and searched all over the TARDIS for her.  Finally, he checked in her bedroom and there she was, sitting on the bed.  She was playing with a pair of handcuffs in her hands.  “Did you have something in mind with those?” he asked but barely finished the sentence before she was pulling his hands behind him and cuffed his wrists.

“It seems you do,” he smirked slightly.

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Clara certainly hadn’t expected him to choose dare right off the bat, but she didn’t mind. With a cheeky grin, she pointed down the long hall.

“I dare you to..” she thought for a few moments. What was there she could dare him to do? Nothing seemed to come to her mind..but... “I dare you to shout your name!”

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“Clara, I discovered this odd Earth game that I figured we could try playing,” he told her as she walked into the room, “I believe it’s called Truth or Dare?”

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With a huff, the ‘Impossible Girl’ crossed her arms and pretended to get serious, her head tilting as she watched him.

“Living clothes..? Are you wearing holographic clothes again?” Clara laughed a bit.

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“What happened to my clothes?  I could have sworn I was just wearing them.”

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“Timelord Self-Control” (NSFW PENDING. WORD COUNT: 1000)

It had been a long night and while Clara didn’t like to admit to her habits, partaking in alcohol often crept it’s way into her weekly routine.

The truth was, it had been a rather long month. Not only was it the anniversary of her mum’s passing, but among other things, her father still wasn’t handling the loss of his wife well...despite how long it had been since. However, Clara and her father weren’t the closest and therefore found the comfort in the intoxicating beverage rather than communication..especially on a topic as morbid as Ellie Oswald’s death. It was easy, [not speaking to one another on the topic], given Clara had moved in with the Maitland’s to help them transition through the stages of grief at the loss of their mum as well.

But still, there was something that pushed Clara into a deep sense of longing, something that kept her restless and she needed to tell someone, but who?

Just as she was about to ring up an old friend of hers, the familiar wheezing and groaning of the TARDIS materializing caught her in the midst of a gulp of Brokers.

Springing up from her place on her bed, she practically tossed the half-empty bottle into the waste bin in the corner of the room and tried her hardest to douse herself in the perfume that stayed on her vanity mirror’s counter. 

“Clara!” The bow tie wearing alien pulled open the doors to his ship, his head poking out as he observed her bedroom for the millionth time despite her protests. “I seem to have landed in your room..again. Apologies!”

He was always so quirky and it made Clara’s heart flutter with ever silly thing he did. Sitting up, the short brunette eyed him, her head tilting as she checked her phone’s date. “Um, Doctor? It’s Monday, not Wednesday. What’re you doing here? You might wake the kids! It’s 1:35 am!!” 

“The kids? Oh, yes! Angie and Artie! How are they by the way, but most importantly, why are you up?”

“Doctor,” she paused for a moment before deciding to give into his questions, knowing it would be hopeless if she just ignored them. “They’re fine, though I believe they’re resting right now. I’ll tell them you said hello in the morning when they wake, yeah?” 

Her voice was one of urgencies, she didn’t like having to talk, there was no way he couldn’t smell the alcohol on her breath..no way at all..and her suspicions on that matter were only proven when the Timelord raised his head and began to sniff the air around his beloved companion.

“Have you got someone over? Am I interrupting something?”

“What? No I haven’t got anyone over, Doctor!?”

He had begun his usual snooping around the room drill. The ‘there’s someone here and I’m going to find them’. She couldn’t help but giggle softly at how jealous he seemed once he got a whiff of alcohol being present in the room with her. But it was also strange, why was he being this way? This wasn’t like him, well not usually. 

Finding no one, the Doctor adjusted his bow tie before giving one last glance across the room and moving to between Clara and the TARDIS.

“You’ve been drinking. If no one else is here, then it’s only you and you smell like alcohol. Why do you smell like alcohol? Did someone make you drink it? That stuff tastes horrid, almost as bad as the water at the ‘Fountain of Youth’. Did I ever tell you about that-? Who knew it wasn’t real, I certainly didn’t-” he had begun his sarcastic storytelling, rambling on about some other adventure whilst he looked her over with a few glances. He seemed to be watching her intently, his eyes narrowing at hers. 

“It’s only a few drinks, everyone drinks-”

“But you don’t, you’d never drink.”

And there it was, the reason she never ever told him.. There were many things she kept from the Doctor, frankly because most of them he would either disapprove of or become...weirdly curious of and she didn’t want to deal with any awkward questions. Choosing to ignore him, she quipped with a question of her own:

“What are you doing here on a Monday? Look, I know you told me about your other friends travelling full time with you, but we discussed this, I need a reality check someti--” Clara went silent as the Doctor lifted a finger to his lips and lightly shushed her. Her mind seemingly going blank as she gave him a look of confusion and discomfort.

“I’m only here to check up on you. You know, the usual pop in - pop out, ‘hey how are you?’ kind of thing~” he mused quietly. His strides were slow, as if cautious, as he walked over to the waste bin and tilted his head to look at the contents inside. With another soft sniff to the air, he grinned and then turned back to Clara, gently clapping his hands together. “Looks like you need a roommate!”

“I’m sorry, a what??” She had finally found her words and frankly she didn’t like where this was going. The Doctor couldn’t be her roommate, it would make things dreadfully awkward all the time and she wouldn’t be able to stand it!

“Only for tonight!” He held his hand up, a bright smile spreading across his lips as his green irises glimmered with a childish spark. “One night Clara Oswin Oswald, I want to see how well you are doing...” speaking softly, he moved to sit in Clara’s leather reading chair next to her bookshelf. 

“Once again, that’s not my middle name,” she retorted, watching him disapprovingly. Not even a minute later, she crossed her arms a sighed in defeat. “Fine, fine. Only one night and that’s it..!” 

“Of course, one night, as you wish. So then Clara, tell me about your mother,” his eyes met hers. The childish dazzle fading in an instant. 

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‘Cause I’m a fucking mess sometimes, but still i could always be whatever you wanted, but not what you needed especially when you been needing me.’

‘Cause I’m a fucking mess sometimes and I’ll say what I dont mean just cause I wanted, or maybe I need it; swear lying’s the only rush I need.’