best of the tardis

I am the child of the TARDIS. These data streams, this ultron power, all mother’s milk to me! This matrix of yours, connected to all Time Lord minds, all their TARDISes. I only need one mind, and I should know tune by hearts.
—  River Song, when trapped in The Matrix, in Songs of Love

Some of the best/most memorable moments of the RTD era, just because:

•The devastation in Nine’s eyes when Jabe says “Time Lord” in “The End of the World”

•the Dalek being able to levitate in “Dalek”

•the stupid preciousness of Rose trying to say “Raxacoricofallapatorius” in “Boom Town” and her exuberant hugs with Nine and Jack

•the soundless “ex-ter-min-ate” outside Lynda’s window during “The Parting of the Ways” before the Daleks smash through

•In the same episode, that close-up of Rose/Bad Wolf’s face when she says “I want you safe—my Doctor” and the light in her eyes dies out for a second and there are tears running down her cheeks. And you can see that she is burning up and falling apart but she doesn’t stop, and you can tell that she knows she going to die and doesn’t care if it means he’s safe

•Jackie’s shriek of “I’m gonna get killed by a Christmas tree” in “The Christmas Invasion” (I C O N I C)

•"That, that, that is textbook enigmatic"

•Ten’s smug smile at Rose’s exasperation in “School Reunion” when she’s serving chips

•K-9’s increasingly sassy versions of “We are in a car”

•"A door once opened may be stepped through in either direction"

•The Doctor’s giggle when he finds out Rose is a dog in the parallel universe, and Rose being increasingly fed up with him

•"I believe in her"

•Ursula getting preserved as a concrete slab (w h a t)(it wasn’t best but it sure was memorable)

•The Doctor crying in the Tardis when he’s cut off during “Doomsday”

•Jackie hugging Rose on the beach

•"I’m not—I’m not—I’m not from Mars??“ said as though Ten is no longer sure whether he is or not

•Martha’s face as she looks at the Earth from the moon

•The Doctor deciding that electrocuting himself at the top of the Empire State Building is a good idea

•"Don’t they teach recreational mathematics anymore?” Lol FAVE

•"If the Doctor had never visited us, if he’d never chosen this place, on a whim…would anybody here have died?“

•The music in the background of the Master’s hunt for Martha on the streets during "Last of the Time Lords”

•"You’re not falling, Astrid. You’re flying" (I don’t care what you say, I loved this stupid episode)

•Donna waving at fat and her weirded-out look afterward

•When Rose first shows up in “Partners in Crime” like !!!!!

•Halpen TURNING INTO AN OOD WHAT WAS THAT

•Martha breaking down in tears when the Hath dies

•Donna’s enraged “What? Who did I kill?!” in “The Unicorn and the Wasp”

•River’s last words being “Spoilers”

•The Doctor’s look of utter desolation after River dies

•Donna’s frantic clinging to her children when the data core world starts falling apart

•That moment of cold horror when the Doctor questions whether the people on the train would really kill Sky and the Hostess says, “I would”

•The look of complete terror in Ten’s eyes when he starts copying Sky

•THE MUSIC WHILE TEN AND ROSE ARE RUNNING TOWARDS EACH OTHER

•"No really, you can hug me" Donna is so thirsty for Captain Jack and I love it

•ThaT KISS MY PRECIOUS BABIES

•The sudden drop in your stomach when Donna keeps repeating “Binary—binary—binary—”

•That awful moment when Wilf swings the door open and Ten is holding Donna

•Rosita being more competent than everybody else in “The Next Doctor”

•Jackson Lake’s Tardis being a hot-air balloon (that episode was so adorable tbh)

•That feeling of foreboding when Ten turns down Lady Christina de Souza

•Steffi watching the video from her family as she is hit by the water on Mars

•The quiet flash of light after Adelaide enters her house in “Waters of Mars,” and Ten’s broken “I’ve gone too far"—an understated scene but no less chilling for all that

•Ten and Wilf crying together in the cafe

•Ten deciding that jumping through a ceiling was in any way a good idea

•Jack’s final salute

•"Was she happy, in the end?”

•Donna getting a happy ending

•"I bet you’re gonna have a really great year"

•The change in Ten’s expression when he starts regenerating and you can see his choice to die bravely

•Matt Smith at the end honestly what a cutie

Beh, questo è per il mio migliore amico, so che lo leggerà, anzi lo spero.
Hei riccardo,
Magari non sono stata la perfetta migliore amica, anzi probabilmente ero solo qualcuna a cui eri affezzionato in quel periodo che tutto andava male, probabilmente è così. La voglio anzi la devo pensar così perchè qualsiasi altra opzione potrebbe distruggermi, uccidermi un'altra volta e qua sai anche tu, che sei ragione della mia risalita che non sarei più abbastanza potente da alzarmi un'altra volta. Ma non è per questo che voglio scriverti o meglio che voglio dedicarti un posto nella mia pagina tumblr. Sei importante e questo chiunque mi conosca lo sa. Sai fra poco avremmo fatto un'anno, è vero che mancano ancora quattro mesi ma la tua presenza faceva passare le giornate veloci, troppo. C'erano i giorni dove sapevo che ti avrei visto nell'arco di una settimana in cui quei minuti, quelle ore e qui giorni mi sembrava secondi come se neanche avessi avuto il tempo di respirare e il giorno fosse gia arrivato. Sai quei giorni ero sempre nervosa, agitata, avevo paura di farmi vedere e probabilmente non lo notavi, anzi lo so che non te ne sei mai accorto ma dietro quella tenebra che tu vedi c'era inquietudine, sballamento, in un certo senso non avevo un'equilibrio di emozioni nel momento in cui ti vedevo.
Mi ricordo il nostro primo incontro, dove ho avuto il cuore pulsante per ore, dove neanche ci siamo riconosciuti a primo impatto, dove nessuno dei due aveva intenzione di iniziare a parlare e dove tutta la nostra amicizia ebbe veramente inizio. Sai di quel giorno ricordo pure come eri vestito, ricordo i tuoi stivaloni, la tua giacca nera, ricordo quegli occhioni che evitavo ma che ora avrei tanto bisogno di vedere, ricordo la chiaccherata, ricordo le mille domande che mi hai fatto, ricordo la tua frase “com'è passato il tempo.”. Sai la cosa che più ricordo di quel giorno è stato il momento che mi hai chiesto di mio cugino e hai visto, hai capito la mia reazione..a parer mio eri un pochino sconvolto, magari stavi pensando di aver sbagliato a chiedermelo però nonostante tutto non te ne sei andato, la sera mi hai scritto e abbiamo continuato a scriverci. Ricordi? Un tempo non smettivi di scrivermi, avevamo fatto anche una scommessa ma nessuno ha voluto accettarla, te lo ricordi? A me pare che tutto quello che abbiamo passato insieme, anche se sono state poche giornate e son stati pochi messaggi tu non te li ricorda. Ti ricordi? I miliardi di messaggi lunghi che ti piacevano tanto e ti sorprendevano ancor di più.
Probabilmente sono io la bimba, quella cresciuta dove nussuno è riuscito a crescere, magari ho sbagliato io qualcosa e tu non me lo dici o magari sono io proprio io lo sbaglio ma non penso di meritarmi il tuo silenzio, vero a volte mi scrivi ma posso dirtelo ormai sembriamo degli sconosciuti, quelle persone che mai si sono incontrate prima e che si parlano dei problemi solo perchè tanto sanno che non vengono criticate, loro non si conoscono. Noi non ci conosciamo più. Non sappiamo più chi siamo. Magari non ci siamo mai conosciuti e questo è solo un mio brutto sogno. Sai cosa so? Che nonostante il dolore che provo a scriverti questo e la nausa che mi viene quando ti rispondo o ti scrivo nel telefono mi fa male, mi sta raffreddando, sono peggiorata, se una volta riuscivo a trasmettere una smorfia di accettazione verso gli altri ora per colpa tua, non riesco neanche ad avvicinarli. Questo perchè? Perchè ho ridato importanza a una persona che mi ha dato tanto ma che ora mi sta togliendo tutto. Sai? Se pensavi che io non ci stessi male alla tua mancanza o alle tue mezze bugie nel non poter scrivere sbagli, sbagli di grosso. Sai come mi sento?mi sento un vuoto dentro,mi sento mancare la persona a cui volevo più bene, mi manchi cazzo, non sai quanto ma tu non lo capisci più..
Parlerei ore di te, sei qualcosa di magnifico ai miei occhi, sei il guerriero che vorrei essere, sei la fragilità, sei il sorriso di molti miei giorni, sei crudeltà, sei…sei tu.. Ma raccontare ulteriormente di te mi farebbe soltanto che male quindi…
Stammi bene, divertiti con la tua nuova ragazza, spero tu sia quello che io ho conosciuto e che lei si accorga di quanto tu sia speciale, nonostante il dolore che provo nel parlare di te, sto ancora dicendo che tu ti avvicini alla perfezione, saró abbagliata ma il dolore non cambia quello che ho sempre pensato di te…
Spero che un giorno tornerà tutto come un tempo, dubito ma sarebbe un sogno.
Rucas AU | The Bet [11]

[ Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten]

Prompt: After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess.
AN: The next chapter is the final chapter.  
Word Count: 2,015
Chapter: 11

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How things have changed in just a few short weeks. It was a sunlit day of early spring, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Spring Break was finally here and Riley walked barefoot on the weed filled front lawn, looking for wild flowers she loved. She was never much of a rose person, not that she didn’t appreciate its beauty, it’s just that she was more in love with meadow flowers, with forget-me-nots and buttercups. The flowers people often overlooked due to the hype of the rose.

The scratchy green grass was warm under her bare feet and she was glad to be free of the confines of her running shoes. Who needed to run when walking felt so blissful? She stopped and closed her eyes so she could capture the moment of the sunlight on her skin. It was like a kiss of summer but without the fiery heat or beads of sweat. She opened her eyes and let the daylight flood back in, bringing the warm April day right back into focus.

To say she was glad winter was over would be an understatement. She loved the way snow looked when it found itself a home on trees and building tops but nothing made her feel more at peace than the calm slightly warm breeze of springtime. Which was exactly what she needed.

Lately, her mind had been beating itself up trying to figure out what to say to Lucas. She would get up the courage, march right over to him, open her mouth – and nothing would come out. It happened so many times this last month she was convinced she lost all ability to speak to him.

She couldn’t figure out what was holding her back. Farkle and Isadora made sure to put in their two cents, offering that maybe she was being prideful or maybe she was still harboring anger towards him for the mistake he made. But deep down Riley had her own inkling of what it could be. Plain and simple? She missed him. Missing him meant she was vulnerable, and the last thing she wanted was to open herself up once more, let him in again just to have her heart shattered into a million little jagged pieces.

She sighs as she flops down onto the grass, squinting up at the sky, watching birds above her fly back and forth without a care in the world. She envied that.

The smallest of the birds spiraled over her before disappearing into a tree. “Show off.” She mumbles under her breath.

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After their honeymoon the newlyweds return home...

Ester: “Will your parents be welcoming us?”

Edward: “Well I did send them a letter once we left. Knowing my mother we will either have the whole welcoming comity to greet us or no one at all. She never does anything half way.” 

Ester: “That’s what’s scaring me.”

Ester: “And it’s awfully large now isn’t it?”

Edward: “Largest building in the county. You’ll get used to it.”

Ester: “Wait. Don’t ring the doorbell yet.”

Edward: “It’s no use my dear. Best to get it over with. And my mother hates tardiness.” 

The Boyfriend Test

Title: The Boyfriend Test

Imagine: Bringing your boyfriend over to meet Sam and Dean.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request an oneshot where the reader brings her boyfriend over to the bunker to meet her brothers, Sam and Dean?

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: None.

Note: I’m doing my best, guys. Hoping to get another fic out this week. The request didn’t specify on a good or bad ending, so I went with what I thought was best!

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis @tom-is-in-my-tardis @jessicarossouw @brooklynnewsie1899@evyiione @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @saveprettydays

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Hope you enjoy it!

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Originally posted by gameraboy

“Who’s Gavin?”

“What?” You turned around, books resting in your hand. You were in the library with Sam and Dean. Currently in the process of putting up books, until Dean asked that question.

“Who’s Gavin?” Dean asked more strictly. He held up your phone.

It showed a message reading: Sure, babe. - Gavin

You squeezed your books tight, getting nervous. Your brothers stared you down and you had no other excuse.

“My boyfriend.” You said it as bravely as you could, but it was kind of difficult when being stared down.

“Boyfriend. I don’t think so. You know the rule, (Y/N), no relationships.” Dean put your phone back down and crossed him arms.

“Come on, he’s really sweet. You can meet him!” You set the bold on the table and grabbed your phone. “I can tell him to come over!”

Dean didn’t say anything, just looked at you, before looking back at Sam. Sam gave a shrug and Dean sighed.

“Fine. We meet the guy and if he’s okay, then you can keep dating, I guess.” Dean huffed. He wasn’t fond of you dating, neither was Sam, but Sam wasn’t near as bad about it as your oldest brother.


“He’s late!” Dean pointed at his watch. Gavin was suppose to be here at 6 PM.

“Dean, it’s been two minutes.” Sam rolled his eyes. You sighed and just as you opened your mouth, a knock on the door echoed through the bunker.

“He’s here!” You jumped up and headed for the door, only for Dean to grab your arm and pull you back.

“I’ll get it.” Dean growled, heading for the door. You turned towards Sam. He walked over to you.

“As long as he treats you right, he’ll be okay.” Sam wrapped an arm around you. You nodded and the both of you began walking towards Dean.


It was going good so far, Gavin was the gentleman. Other than the occasional daggers Dean sent his way, Sam seemed to like him.

“So, Gavin, how’d you and (Y/N) meet?” Dean asked, with an aggravated tone. You glanced at your oldest brother, you couldn’t really be mad, he was just really looking out for you.

“Some dude was trying to hit on her, when she clearly wasn’t interested, and I was going to step in and tell him off myself, but she beat me to it!” Gavin looked over to you, a smile on his face. You smiled back, still remembering the incident.


You picked up the items your brothers had requested, pie for Dean, fruit for Sam, and candy for yourself. You set down the small basket you had and leaned down to get something off of the bottom shelf.

“Hey, baby! Come over to my place and you can bend down like that anytime!” A voice shouted out. You stood back up and saw some boy in saggy pants, an oversized jacket, and cap.

“No thanks.” You said, turning back and returning to your things.

“Aww, come one, babe! We can have a lot of fun! What do ya say?” He walked closer to you and you balled you fists up. A few people began watching now, you didn’t need the whole store watching.

“Look, I said no. Now get away from me before I rip off your most prized possession.” You growled. A few woman cheered in the back, thanking you. A few others showed impressed looks.

“Man, chill, bruh. I was just kidding.” He raised his hands and walked back out of the isle. You smirked in victory and saw someone walking towards you.


You brothers shared a look, before both smirking slightly.

“She’s a good one, you guys have an awesome sister!” Gavin gave a small laugh.

“I guess we do, don’t we?” Sam looked back at you. You gave the best bow you could, while sitting down.

“Why thank you.” You all gave a laugh.


You had talked for so long, and Gavin was doing wonderful, at least, that’s what you thought.

“Well, kid. You’re actually not that bad.” Dean said, and you could believe it. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Well, I’m honored that you’ll let me keep on dating (Y/N),” He smiled and killed at his watch. “It’s getting late, I should get home.”

“I’ll walk you out.” You said and followed him to the door. Once you were out of sight of your brothers, he gave you a small hug.

“I enjoyed this.” He smiled.

“Me too. I’m so sorry about my brothers, though.” You apologized. They could be a handful.

“Don’t be sorry, they’re just looking out for you.” He said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” You laughed. Gavin stared at you. “What?”

“How did I get lucky as to get you?” He smiled. You felt your face flush. Before you knew it, you both were leaning in.

“Hey! I didn’t say anything about kissing!” Dean yelled. You and Gavin let out a laugh.

Sick Day - Ashton Irwin

A/N: I’m so sorry for my inactivity I’ve been really busy with school and work and although I wrote like five different ones I just couldn’t get them to work but I’ll revisit them later in the mean time here’s a little cliché for you all. It’s so bad but i feel so terrible for not updating so *throws this rubbish at you* please don’t give up on me. All my love and please don’t hate me!

Shivering violently you hurried down the hallway to your lecture room. Running late due to your physical inability to move any faster was not how you’d seen your week heading and frankly you couldn’t afford the time for the sickness plaguing your body but nevertheless here you were. Your head was pounding, your body thermostat fucked majorly and your usual tiredness had turned to extreme fatigue. The result of extreme levels of stress induced by your striving for the highest grades and overloading yourself with work and study.

You couldn’t afford to miss this lecture though and so you were suffering in silence. You had sculled a triple shot latté before class knowing it wouldn’t help your headache but would give you enough of a buzz to make it through the two hour lecture.

Your boyfriend had left home well before you were awake despite your early lecture. He had been heading off to the studio for the day, his band mates picking him up so you could have the car for the drive instead of having to take the bus. Although you could afford to have two cars, you didn’t need more than one. You could catch the bus when Ashton needed the car and when he was touring you could have the car whenever you needed it.

Your caring boyfriend had left you a little note reminding you to stay home and rest if you needed it. You’d barely comprehended it on your hurry out of the house, skipping breakfast in favour of coffee and not being ridiculously late.

The night before you’d been up until two finishing work off, the fourth consecutive night of this and Ashton was terribly worried for you and your health. He had made you tea but hadn’t pushed you to stop knowing you would just ignore him and his requests anyway. Last night you’d had a headache from the stress and lack of sleep and it just hadn’t gone away, in fact it had just gotten worse since then.

You sit down at the back of the lecture hall discretely because despite your best efforts your still a little tardy. As you begin taking out your notebook and pens your phone lights up with a message from Ashton, accompanied very shortly by a Snapchat just for you, not one you’d been included in with the fan base. Your worried boyfriend was making sure you were okay. You send him a snap of you without looking at it with a message a little after when you get no response telling him you’re fine, still a little headache but nothing bad. You don’t want to worry him anymore than he is, he’s recording for the new album and while it’s not so complicated as it is for vocals it’s still stressful and full on. He doesn’t need to be worrying about you.

ASHTON’S POV:
I was sitting in the studio listening to Calum and Luke singing away with Michael as we put the finishing touches on one of the new songs when I decided I couldn’t wait to see Y/N when I got home to see if she was okay. The unknowing was driving me insane. She was worrying me so much lately, she was exhausted and stressed so often. I had sent her the snap hoping she might send one of her.

When I receive it I stand suddenly, swearing loudly causing Mike to look up at me startled. ‘Mate can you drive me to the uni, I need to go get y/n, she looks shit, I fucking told her to not work so hard.’

That was all I needed to say and the Mike had dropped me off in record time wishing me luck and making sure I would message them all how she is. A loved member of the little family everyone was understandably worried for her.

I stand it the car park finding our car and ringing until she answers me. It takes three consecutive calls but she does eventually answers me.

Y/N POV:
Ashton had called you without a break three times even when he knew you were at uni and you were beginning to worry for him. You’d grabbed your bag and hastily but quietly stuffed it with your unwritten in book and slid out of the door silently careful not to disturb the lecture. You’d missed his third call but he was ringing again with in a matter of seconds. This time you answer breathlessly. The effort of putting your things away and leaving the room exhausting you. 'Ash baby what’s wrong are you okay?’ You ask flustered. He barks your name out very un-Ashton-like, 'I’m at the car at uni don’t you dare walk back into that lecture hall Madame, or so god help me I will drag you out.’ He says throwing you off. You mutter an apology telling him you’re coming to the car now. With your thick scarf wrapped around your shoulders you stumble to the car in the freezing air. It’s not worth arguing, you know Ash would tear the whole uni apart to find you and make sure you’re okay.

You trudge along in the cool air cautiously and slowly. You hear running footsteps before you see anything, your head tucked against your chest wrapped up and attempting warmth your shivering still persistent.

Ashton skids to a halt in front of you breaking your stride as he crashes into you engulfing you in a massive hug, he kisses your forehead but pulls away abruptly. 'You’re burning up Y/N! Give me that backpack now! And we are going straight home!’ He orders as you shrug off your bag painstakingly slowly trying to limit the pain in your head. 'Babe why didn’t you stay home I would have come straight away and looked after you.’ Ash asks and you shake your head slowly causing you to cringe at the pain. 'I need to stay on top of everything.’ You mutter barely above a whisper for fear of the stabbing pain to your head. Ash tuts sliding your hand into his warm calloused one leading you along to the car slowly and with such care. 'Babe you need to slow down take care of yourself I should have made you stop yesterday, it’s too much you’ve got to ease up you’re worrying me.’ Ashton looks down at you with weary concern and a sort of guilt that he doesn’t deserve to have. 'Let’s get you home and rested and then tomorrow you’re having another day off and I will make you. I love you too much to let you wear yourself out Y/N.’ he says sternly but without malice. You mumble incoherently in protest and he shushes you. 'I’m not backing down, I’m not letting you get any sicker!’ You know he won’t let you out of his sight for the next at least 48 hours so there is absolutely no hope of protest now.

You reach the car and he sticks the hand that isn’t holding yours in front of you, demanding the keys. You take a deep breath bracing yourself for the pain as you move to rummage through your coat pocket. But Ashton being the helpful man that he is gently whisks your hand away and fossicks for the keys with a caution that makes you want to cry. 'Got 'em’ he says winking at you and unlocking the car. 'Don’t you dare move I’m putting your bag in the back and then I’m helping you in.’ He warns and you don’t have the energy to resist so you stand shivering as he puts your bag in the back and opens the door for you guiding you in letting you lean on him as you get in. He shuts the door as gently as he can and then runs around and gets in himself. He turns the air on to warm and comfortable. But you still shiver uncontrollably. 'Baby I’m so worried about you, do you need a doctor or something this isn’t good at all.’ He states and you feel terrible that he’s so worried when he has so many other things to be doing. 'I’m fine just drop me home and go back to the studio. Really Ash. Don’t worry about me.’ You say unconvincingly and he just gives you a look that assures you he will not be going back for he studio today and probably tomorrow too. You sigh and rest you read against the window with your scarf acting as a pillow. Ashton’s smooth driving lulling you into sleep.

You hear the car stop and open you eyes despite the splitting headache that hadn’t lessened any. You’re in the driveway of your house and Ashton is sprinting around the car to open your door and as you start to move he shakes his head sternly at you. Mother hen that he is. He opens the door and you start shivering again. 'Here let me help you. I would love to carry you in but I’m one hundred percent sure you wouldn’t let me do that so I’ll settle for just helping you walk.’ He says knowing you so well.

With Ashton’s help you do make it into the house having a little break in the kitchen before continuing upstairs to your bedroom. Ash sits you down on the bed unfurling your scarf from around your neck, then gently taking off your jacket. Finally he helps you remove your shirt and jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. 'Here I’ll grab you a shirt baby.’ He reaches under your pillow and locates the shirt of his you sleep in. 'Bra off babe everything off before this goes on, I’m not having you wear a bra to bed that’s no fun for anyone.’ He helps you unclasp your bra and slide you underwear off before slipping the soft cotton shirt over your head gently. He kisses your forehead a look of concern washing over his features. 'Go to bed I’ll put all this in the wash and then make you some tea and soup if you’re feeling up to it.’ He runs a gentle hand down your leg as he stoops to pick up your discarded clothes before leaving the room. As you fall asleep all you can think of is how lucky your are to have given your heart to the man you have, someone who cares so well for you physically surely is a perfect candidate for the holder of your heart.

ASHTON’S POV:
I’d helped her get into bed showing just how sick she really was. After putting her clothes in the wash and then starting to make her some tea and soup I’d wandered up to our room to check on her with the food. I’d made enough that if she was asleep or didn’t want any I could have this lot that was warm. I enter the room to see her cuddled up to her pillow asleep soundly and finally with a look of peace on her face. I slip into bed gently and sip some soup. Tomorrow she is staying here and I am going to make sure she has everything she needs. It’s the least I can do for the beautiful sleeping girl who stole my heart and has cared for it so well.

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SSLL: Chapter 13
*Beach time.
By Organization for Transformative Works

You guys are the best. <3

Please, have an extra-long chapter to make up for this chapter’s tardiness.  

And I’m not even done with the best tropes yet.

Action And Reaction. Tenth Doctor.

Request:  10th doctor where he accidentally kisses the reader. He gets all embarrassed but she just pulls him back down for more but soon things turn heated and smut.

Triggers: Smut. Oral (FR). Edging. Rough sex.

Word Count: 2140 (Oops)

Graphic Writing Ahead. Enjoy ;D

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grinding

summary: it’s easier with her. shallura.
also read on: ao3
for: @queenallura, with a very big thank you for all the good shallura times thus far and soon to come
notes: for Shallura Weekprompt: discovery/recovery.
extra notes: pardon my ever persistent tardiness.
part of “the princess and the paladin” series. link to master list here.


When you startle awake in the morning, you’re drenched in sweat, your gums hurt, your skin is clammy and you can tell it was a nightmare. You can tell because your human hand is shaking and the metal one feels cold at the fingetips—and you never feel anything from that hand.

You close your eyes.

You don’t remember. You don’t remember—not a thing from last night, not a thing from any night before—and you don’t try to remember, and you don’t want to remember because the last time you caught a glimpse of your inglorious past, you saw their fearful eyes and heard their agonized screams.

And you’ve been counting. You’re already well past the murder level of a Galran captain.

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