i was looking through clips and saw this and now i'm crying

this-moon-water  asked:

Oh my god thank you haha! Well, my little shipper heart desires an uninterrupted trailer bughead smut, basically the finale without the knock at the door. I'm literally rewatching the scene over and over again and crying because I can't wait for season two to come out <3

I will try!

His teeth bit hungrily into the soft skin of her neck, leaving butterfly shaped bruises on her tan skin. Betty’s eyes rolled back, her fingers fisting in his hair as she tugged him further down her body. They were doing this, they were actually doing this. His long, slender fingers toyed with the clip on her skirt as he stared up at her with lust filled eyes and trembling lips, he wanted approval, he needed her to tell him this was okay.

“Yes juggie, god yes” she whispered into the quiet air, her hips bucking up as he growled lowly, pulling the blue fabric down her legs and staring for a moment at the white lacy panties wrapped deliciously around her body.

“You’re beautiful, how are you so beautiful?” He whispered, looking to her with awestruck eyes, fully taking in the nearly naked women perched on his counter. She reached for him, pulling him closer to her and placing both of her tiny hands over his heart

“So are you.”

His stomach twisted, the new, unfamiliar emotion coming around full circle as he once again realized just how much he loved her. Although he’d already said it he wanted her to know, needed her to know

“I love you” he groaned as her hands dipped dangerously low on his hips.

Dropping her lips to his ear, she whispered

“Show me.”

That was all it took, in seconds flat he had her wrapped around his body again, delighting in the way her perfect, warm presence felt against his, skin to skin, he cupped her ass, his fingers squeezing experimentally and grinning when he heard her gasp.

He walked backwards into the makeshift bedroom, her lips still on his, biting and tugging as he dropped her onto the mattress.

Betty sat up on her elbows, looking exactly like a painting, he had never wished he was an artist more in his life.

“It’s not really fair, I feel severely underdressed.” She grinned, her eyes dropping to his jeans.

Jughead smirked , ripping his belt off and stumbling with the button.

Betty crawled forward, her tiny fingers making quick work of the denim as she tugged it off his hips.

“Much better.” She gave him a true to form Jughead Jones smirk and he nearly exploded right at that moment.

He leaped on her, causing her to giggle and squeal as he hovered over her, his boxers grinding against the thin material she called panties. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had her head thrown back, her golden curls splayed over the pillow and her knuckles fishing the dark blue bed sheets. He knew how much she hated the word, but perfect was all he could think to describe her right now.

“Juggie.” She whispered, her bright green eyes shooting open to look at his, he stared down at her, the love he felt was shining through and it nearly took her breath away, he was breathing heavily as he spoke in quick words

“I love you, I don’t ever want to be without you, I know that makes me selfish, but I want you all too myself. Everyday of my life.”

Betty nodded, he was reading her mind

“I love you, please juggie.. make love to me”
Her whispered words carried through the tiny trailer and he immediately turned to the draw beside him pulling out a condom and smiling when he saw the confused look on Betty’s face.

“One thing my dad cared about? Safe sex”

Betty giggled, pulling her boyfriend down for a kiss as he clumsily rolled the condom on.

“Are you ready?” He asked, concern in his eyes

Betty nodded, bringing her hips up to meet his.

With that he joined them together, the instant pain had Betty gasping quietly, Jughead peppering kisses down her neck as he whispered how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.

The pain subsided and Betty felt a warm, full heat fill her entire core

“Move juggie.” She moaned, his eyes snapping to hers to make sure.

“Move.” She ordered, bringing her hips to rise and fall as he inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sensation.

It was fast for both of them, Betty never even took off her bra, Jugheads hands found their way underneath the pink lace. Betty came first, a quick twist of her boyfriends hips and she was seeing stars, Jughead following closely behind screaming Betty’s name so loud he was certain the entire Southside had heard it.

They lay together afterwards, content to hold each other in the quiet, Jughead breathing in the vanilla of his loves hair as she drew circles on his bare chest.

“Thankyou” she whispered dreamily “that was perfect. Everything I could have ever wanted”

Jughead pulled away slowly
“No Juliet, thank you. You don’t know what you mean to me, what this means to me.” His voice was thick with emotion and Betty reached up to cup his face, as he was bending down to drop a kiss to her lips a knock on the door knocked them both out of the moment.

“Who could that be?”

You know, I finally got over you. I spilt all my emotions into notebooks and cried through a pen and was left with pages of poems filled with you. It took me years and a strength I never knew I had. You changed me, there is no doubting that, I never returned to the girl I once was. The naïve sixteen-year-old who thought that love would never hurt her. I was angry at you for a while, and then I wasn’t, and then all I did was cry and then I just longed to be held by you at 3am when my tear soaked pillow reminded me of everything we’d lost. Then i was over you. I really was, I could drink black coffee again, I could go out with my friends again and I could listen to all the songs that reminded me of you with out crying. Then I came home for Christmas to visit my parents in the small town we met. The fairy lights and the Christmas tree and the decorations in everyone’s windows changed something and then I saw you. You hadn’t changed, and the soft twinkling lights against your face made me forget that I was over you and I guess I fell again. I hate that you have the power to do this to me, I hate that you can make me feel like a giddy sixteen-year-old again. I left her behind a long time ago, ran away from her. Moved to the biggest city and got the hardest job I could find. Cut my waist length hair and abandoned my favourite candy floss coloured hair clips. Just so I could leave behind the girl who had no other aspirations than to marry you and have kids and a dog and a cute house with a fence and daffodils in the garden the one we always use to talk about. I ran away and left behind the girl who didn’t need anything more than you. You saw me and you smiled. That little smirk that haunts my dreams but makes them worth remembering. You didn’t ask about my job and you didn’t tell me how proud you were of my promotion; you weren’t impressed by the small town girl living in a big city with an expensive apartment and designer shoes. All you said was “you cut your hair? I like it” After all those years and tears and poems and waking up next to strange men with blue eyes and brown hair, all you could say was “I like your hair”? I’ve never fallen harder or faster or deeper in love. We stood on the same pavement we stood when you gave me a plastic ring all those years ago when we were sixteen and we started laughing like we were sixteen again, and you looked at me like you use to before everything got complicated and heavy and hard. We aren’t sixteen anymore and things are even more complicated now and I don’t love you as much as I did. I love you more, because the truth is I never stopped, I didn’t get over you I just buried you and replaced you with the little things I could fall in love with like hot cocoa in the winter and walks through the park on my days off. I guess when I came back to this small town the girl I ran away from all those years ago found me again and now all I can think about is candy floss coloured hair clips and what we might name our kids, whether they’ll have my eyes and your nose or my long legs and your smile. I don’t know but I know I was made to love you and every time I look into your blue eyes I’m certain that I’ll love you as long as I’m alive.


This is my first long one so let me know if you like/don’t like it

A Happy Ending (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! So I am very familiar with the episode Gatekeeper but I did change it up just a little bit to make it work with this imagine and I hope you like it!
Warnings: birth, being held hostage
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: inspired in the end of s9 ep7 of CM where the unsub has spencer’s wife and when they arrive he has to deliver the baby while the unsub is threatening his wife and she is so nervous that there are complications but spencer solves everything out in the end
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: part two of…
You sat on your yoga ball, trying out the new “baby workout” that’s supposed to help with pain but you could barely move with the protruding bump on your stomach.
You heard a knock on the door, hoping it was your Thai food as you slowly walked towards the wood entrance.
When you opened the door you were met with an oddly familiar face.
“Tanner?” You asked, immediately horrified that he knew where you lived.
Tanner Johnson was your high school boyfriend who you immediately broke up with after you found out how psychopathic he was.
After you broke up with him, he developed anger issues, which made it dangerous for you to be around him, which is why you moved a few towns due to his stalking.
“Y/N it’s nice to see you again.”
Spencer looked at the live camera screen and did a double take.
The team suggested you put cameras in your’s and Spencer’s house considering you were a possible victim and your husband Spencer has been watching you non stop while he was at work.
And now, his breathe was taken away when he saw that Tanner was yanking you around and throwing you on the couch.
“Morgan! We need to get to my house now!” He yelled quickly strapping on his bullet proof vest as he ran to the SUV.
Derek quickly jumped in the drivers seat and took off, a few more members of the team following in the car behind.
Tanner stood behind the chair you sat in, displaying a book in front of your face.
“See? See what I did for you?” He said flipping the pages displaying pictures of dead eyes staring back at you.
You gasped in horror as he flipped the multiple pages of blood streaks and hair clipping pasted to the scrapbook.
You started to feel contractions, whether it was from the stress or you were about to go into labor, you didn’t know.
You yelled out in pain, clutching your stomach.
“Is it… is it mine?” He asked looking into your eyes.
“No! I’ve moved on! That's… how…” you yelled out in pain again as you felt your water break, immediately fluid trickling down your long skirt and on the chair. “I need to get to a hospital!” You yell at him.
Tanner’s eyes looked confused and sad but it’s not like you have a crap because you were about to go into labor without your husband, instead him being replaced with a psychopath.
“We… we can be a family. Just like we talked about when we were young, remember?” He said taking your hand making you immediately retract it.
“No! We cannot be a family! Your crazy! I need my husband.” You yell, the last part more to yourself.
All of a sudden you heard the door kick down and a weight got lifted from your shoulders as Derek stormed in.
But the weight was immediately put back on your shoulders when Tanner put a pair of scissors to your neck, gently prodding your skin.
You saw Spencer enter the room, his gun held out and a surprised look on his face.
“Tanner Johnson put the weapon down!” JJ yelled as you locked eyes with Spencer.
He looked so scared.
So harmless, even with a gun pointing in your direction.
He slowly bolstered his weapon as his gaze moved to Tanner.
“Tanner, we need to get her to a hospital.” He said calmly, with a hint of fear in his voice.
Tears streamed down your cheeks from fear and pain.
Your baby wasn’t having it.
“No! I'm… I’m not leaving!” He yelled putting more pressure into your neck than he knew.
You hissed at the pain and Spencer’s eyes got wider.
“I need you to remove the weapon from her neck please. It’s stressing her and it’s not good for the baby.” Spencer begged as he took a step closer.
You saw Spencer’s eyes flicked behind Tanner, but you couldn’t see what he was looking at.
All you saw in his eyes was relief, which made you relax a little.
You slowly felt the scissors retract from your neck, allowing you to let out a sigh of relief.
You heard Tanner yell out “no” and you quickly turned back, sending pain up your spine.
But when you turned back, you saw Hotch handcuffing him, but your attention was drawn back to Spencer when he cupped the side of your face.
“Do we have time to get you to a hospital?” He asked as pain contorted your face.
“No… no Spencer I don’t think so.” You said throwing your head back as sweat trickled down your temple.
“Okay… alright baby I’m going to need you to push when I tell you to okay? I know you can do it, your so strong.” Spencer said as he snapped gloves on his hands.
You nodded, preparing yourself for the pain you were about to be put through.
Spencer knelt between your legs and looked up at you, worry plastered on his face, although he was confident about delivering a baby, he didn’t like seeing you in so much pain.
“Alright Y/N, push for me.” He directed as you pushed as hard as you could, a scream threatening to erupt from your throat.
You felt a hand grab yours, and you looked up to see JJ trying her best to comfort you.
“Alright I can see the head, keep going baby.” Spencer said rubbing the tops of your knees as you pushed and pushed.
Shortly after, you felt a sense of emptiness as the pain started to ease.
You heard a little cry as you looked down to see Spencer holding the baby as you waited for a simple word.
“It’s a boy.” He said with a smile.
You smiled and Derek gave you a glass of water to sip on.
A little while after, Spencer brought you your little boy in a blanket and as he rubbed your neck, you both admired your new little bundle of joy that had just entered your lives.

sithwalker  asked:

reylo w/ “Shit, are you bleeding?!”

Thanks for the prompt, love! Sorry it took me so long to write it. :O It ended up being a little longer than I intended….

Using sticks in place of lightsabers came more naturally to Rey than it did to Kylo. The texture was off, rough and strangely pliable, and he missed the smooth weight of his saber. His strategy would have to remain defensive until he had gotten a feel for it. The girl, however, could make anything into a weapon, even if all she could do with it was jab furiously at vital areas. Her current tactic. He sidestepped a particularly wild blow and caught her makeshift blade with his own, wood striking wood with a hollow crack. She struggled to push him aside, feet sliding on the muddy ground.

“You’re trying to overpower me,” he said, taking advantage of the stalemate.

She growled and pushed harder, lips curling over her teeth.

“Try something else.”

Objectively it was good advice, but he always managed to forget that the scavenger was no more honorable a fighter than he was. She ducked and kicked awkwardly at his shins, clipping the left with her boot. He stumbled forward with a wide swing that almost sent the stick flying out of his hand. Now that his defense was breached, she had seized the opportunity to get in close and stab upward toward his chest. The point grazed the front of his shirt before he got his blade between them and, borrowing a move from her arsenal, thrust forward with all the strength he could summon from between his shoulders. The stick slipped against hers and caught on her hip. A pained cry got halfway out before she stifled it between her teeth and staggered backward, bent over slightly.

Before he had time to feel guilty, she was coming back at him with renewed ferocity. He parried clumsily, backpedaling to gain a moment’s respite from her onslaught. As she doggedly approached, he saw the expanding red stain in her gray shirt, just above her hip.

“Shit, are you bleeding?!” Forgetting his position, he took a step forward. She swung and cracked him across the upper arm. He swore again and held up his hand in a show of surrender. “You need to bandage that.”

“It can wait,” she said, shifting her weight back and forth between her legs with barely contained energy. “I don’t want to stop.” Her shaking fingers curled into a fist, and with a jerky movement she struck the wound.

Kylo’s side twinged involuntarily, as if he were looking into a mirror. “What are you doing?” he demanded. As if he didn’t know.

Her teeth flashed white as her face contorted, but she continued to hit herself even as she held out the stick to ward him off. “It makes you stronger, doesn’t it,” she panted. “That’s why you do it.”

“No, you can’t–”

“I saw you do it on Starkiller!” she shouted. “And you said you would teach me. So teach me.”      

He shook his head. “Not that way. There are other ways to draw on the Force.”

“If I wanted riddles I could have asked Luke!” She struck out at him again. He dodged and hung back as they circled each other. “All he’s got are books and meditations. I want more. I want to fight.”

She swung the stick over her head and brought it down hard on his, in a rough approximation of the technique he’d taught her yesterday. He recognized the fury in her movements, felt it creep from her body into his, the violent energy he spent every waking moment trying to subdue. This darkness was deliciously enticing for her, of course; a whole new kind of power to be uncovered. And now this girl, this scavenger, was going to drag him back down with her when he had only just begun to claw his way out.

The blade rattled painfully in his hands as he finally hit back, again and again, rage igniting his aching arms. She met him with equal aggression, but was unable to match the brute strength in his furious volley of blows. He drove her relentlessly back toward the edge of the cliff, her feet fighting to maintain the mere inches of ground left behind her. But instead of fear, her eyes glittered with a baleful light, narrow as she smiled fiercely.

“I want to fight like you,” she whispered.  

He remembered himself then, the sharp edge of her voice cutting through the red fog in his head and washing the heat from his limbs, though the dull throb in his side remained. He dropped the stick as if it had stung him, and stumbled back a few steps. She watched him, shoulders heaving as she caught her breath, eyes still wild with exhilaration.

“Like that,” she said. “Like there’s fire in your blood.”

He could only meet her gaze for a moment, before shame forced him to look away. But the understanding had already been exchanged, instinctual and involuntary, passing between their minds at the speed of thought. There was fire in their blood, both of them, burning them from the inside out. He wanted it gone, wanted to keep it smothered by sheer force of will. But she wanted to see it, to feel it, to give it the oxygen it needed to consume her. 

And now she knew how.  

Steve Rogers/Captain America - I’m Sorry I Never Told You - Part 8a

Series Summary: Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?

Part Summary: It’s finally the day you and Steve have been waiting for. Your wedding day.

Pairing/s: Steve x Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Jeremy x Peter x Steve, Fem!Reader x Avengers, Fem!Reader x BAU, Vision x Wanda, Clint x Natasha, Will x JJ

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Jeremy Y/L/N, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Bruce Banner, Spencer Reid, Sam Wilson. Wanda Maximoff, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, William LaMontagne, Danny Smith (OMC), Eric Smith (OMC), Henry LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne, Jack Hotchner, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, T'Challa, Scott Lang, Nicholas Joseph Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson (Mentioned)

Warning/s: So. Much. Fluff.

A/N: A huge thank you to @molethemollie and @mo320 for being my betas! 

A/N/N: I got a little carried away with this part and it ended up being a lot longer than I initially thought it would be. So I’ve decided to split it into two parts. Part B will be up at some point tomorrow once it’s been edited.

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My fingers must be made of butter...

… because they kept slipping and sliding all over the keyboard and I’M NOT SORRY FOR ANY OF IT.

I decided to answer my own question of “what would the Spy and Scout look like?” in the form of “how would they act like?” instead.

Here. Have some shitty, self-beta’d, and too-long-for-normal-Tumblr-standard fanfiction of @jf-madjesters1  ‘s TFusion2 AU (nickname pending????)

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anonymous asked:

Leon witnessing his s/o being critically injured

(Want to change the name? Use this!

The battle had begun hours ago, and you were still fighting. Soldiers dropped on either side of the battlefield, the raging war harsh and cruel. It was all you could do to protect your family. Forrest, Leo and Kana fought alongside you, your littlest son happy to tear down ruthless soldiers with you.

“Kana, stay focused!” You shout over the throngs of battle, mages having surrounded your family a touch more than you were comfortable with. Kana struck out whenever you fell back, matching you blow for blow. Whatever training they did in the dimension he was raised in, it was pretty darn amazing.

“Yes, Mother!” He replied in a sweet tone that he always used with you, no matter the situation. Leo yanked you behind him, suddenly, helping you evade the blast of a mage you  hadn’t quite seen.

“Same goes for you.” Leo muttered, Brunhilde decimating the soldier who dare attack you. You nod your thanks before returning to Kana’s side, helping him take down one man after another. Leo glanced over at your fighting, wondering whether or not he should help.

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anonymous asked:


AHAHAHAHA ask and you shall receive, my child! Here we go, you guys! PART TWO TIME!!! If you’re wondering what the heck I’m talking about, go read this nugget of angst.

A woman with a fancy black cane was standing in front of the elevator door when it opened. “John Laurens, is that you?” she asked, squinting her eyes at the boy, who was still sitting on the floor next to Alexander.

“Uh, yes, hi, Mrs. Murkley,” Laurens stammered.

“I’ve been waiting for you!” She sounded exasperated. “You father won’t get off my back about those papers.”

Laurens and Alexander both breathed a small sigh of relief. They stood up and scurried off the elevator. 

“I have them right here, Mrs. Murkley,” Laurens said, pulling off his backpack and unzipping it. He handed the older woman a stack of important looking documents held together with a huge binder clip.

“Thank you, John,” she said with a tight smile. 

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Murkley. Have a great day,” Laurens said, then turned quickly back to the elevator.

“John!” a voice boomed from down the hall. “John, is that you?” 

Alex watched a look of horror pass over his boyfriend’s face. Laurens stood still, as if the stiller he was, the more unlikely it was that he would be spotted.

“John!” the voice was getting angrier.

“Y-yes, father,” Laurens said. He turned to face the man who had approached the two boys and older woman.

“I need to speak with you. Now.” Henry Laurens turned to Alexander. “And he stays out here.” The venom in his voice sent a shiver down Alex’s back.

Mrs. Murkley just raised her eyebrows and shrugged, as if this was all in a day’s work, before waddling back down the hall to her office.

Laurens gave Alexander a pleading look before helplessly following his father down the hallway and out of sight. 

Alexander waited by himself for what felt like a million eternities. He watched a few people get on and off of the elevators, all of them now running smoothly. He stared at the pattern on the rug. He steadfastly looked down at his shoes. But most of all, he berated himself. 

He knew whatever Laurens was facing right now was all his fault. If only he hadn’t had that panic attack. If only he’d been stronger. If only he’d never waltzed into Laurens’ life bringing only destruction and pain.

Alex shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He wanted to sink into the rug and leave his beautiful, freckled Laurens to lead a happy life. He wanted to erase the stain he’d already left there.


Alexander opened his eyes and saw Laurens, looking frailer than Alex had ever seen him, standing in front on him, shaking. 

“What did he do to you?” Alex whispered. 

“I convinced him it wasn’t what it looked like,” Laurens said, his voice hoarse. His eyes were red and puffy, as if he’d been crying. “He’s buying it for now, but it’s only a matter of time.” Laurens eyes were filling with tears again.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Alexander said. 

This time, the two boys jogged down the stairs. Once they were outside, they both headed in the same direction without sharing a single word. Soon, they reached one of their many spots around the city–– a bench mostly concealed from the view of other pedestrians by large shrubs. 

Once they were seated there, Laurens grabbed onto Alexander, burying his face in the smaller boy’s chest, and began to sob. Alex held him close, running his fingers through Laurens’ brown curls and rocking him back and forth. He whispered the same things Laurens always said to him, but he was worried his words were empty. How could he promise Laurens everything would actually be okay?

Soon, Laurens stopped crying. He pulled away from Alexander and wiped his nose on his sleeve. 

“He believed me,” Laurens finally said. “But I have to show up to the next public event with a girl on my arm.”

“Easy. We’ll get one of our friends to help you out,” Alex said, glad he could offer a solution.

Laurens bit his lip and nodded, looking down at the ground.

“What is it?” Alex asked, suddenly worried Laurens hadn’t liked his suggestion.

“I don’t want to go with one of them,” Laurens whispered. “Or any girl.” He looked up at Alexander. “Or anyone but you, Alexander. I’m so tired of hiding us, hiding me. I’m so, so tired.” His eyes started to fill with tears again. 

“Hey, babe, it’s okay. We can manage this,” Alex began to say, but Laurens cut him off.

“I don’t want to manage anymore, Alex. I love you and I’m sick of hiding that like it’s some shameful secret.” Laurens looked away from Alex again. “The more I hide it, the more ashamed I feel of myself. I feel like I’m dirty, and I don’t want to feel that way.”

Alex took Laurens hands in his own, causing the freckled boy to look up at him. “Whatever you decide to do, I’m with you,” Alexander said.

“Really?” Laurens whispered, his eyes wide.

“Of course. I’m always with you.” Alexander leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss onto the tip of Laurens’ nose. “Always.”

Paradise. LRH.

Originally posted by omgcashton

Words: 2100
Pairing: Luke/Reader
Rating: not much swearing, no smut. sfw.

(Not proofread and was also written after 0 hours of sleep, so the grammar may not be good. But trust me, I normally have great grammar.)

Loosely based on Paradise by Coldplay. 

His calloused fingers danced along my naked spine. He drew shapeless pictures into my skin, knowing that even his touch caused me to feel ticklish, almost ultrasensitive. I giggled into the crook of his neck, the echo of my laughter bouncing off of the walls of his collarbone.

I couldn’t believe after all this time, we were still sickeningly sweet like peach iced tea in light breeze of summer. Sure, we would sometimes fight about stupid things like jealousy or housework, but for the most part, it was like we were forever trapped in a honey moon phase.

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fic: To Make It Through (1/?)

Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Teen (for this chapter)
Words: 1,400~
Summary: A trip to a marketplace goes horribly wrong, and the Doctor needs to help Rose heal in the aftermath.
Notes: Many thanks to the brilliant whatwecanfic for letting me discuss this idea with her and for the beta!

The Doctor stood frozen for a moment, staring at the broken pieces of Rose’s new trinket on the ground. The boisterous chatter and bustle of the marketplace behind him faded as everything in his head turned to static. Slowly, he took out his sonic and crouched down, running it over the fragments and watching as the blue light brought them together to look like it was never damaged. Picking it up, he placed it in one of his pockets and stood.

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