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He took your hands in his and gave them a light squeeze.

“Y/N,” he murmured, urging you to look at him. When you did, it was through the blurring clouds of tears.

“Forget them,” he whispered, “All of them. They’re worth an ounce of your pain. We’ll get you through this.

I’ll get you through this.”

Growing up until now

I used to think of a Doctor and i saw 

I would read the name Sherlock and my imagination would see

And the Supernatural would haunt my nightmares like

Now i hear DOCTOR and all i can think of is

I hear SHERLOCK and i see

And i hear SUPERNATURAL and all i can see

And in reality, i’m happy i ended up here.

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Stumbling under the weight of your school books, you huffed as you fished around in your bag for your car keys. They had to be in your bag somewhere, surely. Shifting the weight of the tall stack of books to the other arm, you put more purpose into the routing around of your things but still couldn’t find them.

“Y/N?” A voice came from behind you.

At your name, you spun round- careful to not knock over the precarious pile of books- and eyed the man standing in front of you curiously. “Yes?” you asked, suspiciously.

“Y/N, it’s me, the Doctor,” he told you slowly, gesturing to himself as though you were supposed to know who he was.

You stopped and took a moment to scrutinise him properly. He looked to be around late twenties to early thirties, with fair brown hair that tousled apparently effortlessly around his head. A light splash of freckles spotted his nose and cheeks; his eyes were bright but quickly filling with hurt when he realised you hadn’t recognised him. He wore an ankle-length brown trench coat over a pristine blue suit.

“I’m sorry,” you shrugged, offering him a small smile. “I don’t know who you are.”

Turning away, you triumphed as you found your keys in your pocket and unlocked the car door, shoving everything in your arms into the back seat before clambering into the front.

As you drove away, you glanced at your mirror to see the man -the doctor- still watching you drive away.

Unexplainable pain etched into his features…

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You’ve known Captain Jack Harkness for a long time now, but it seems the flirting never ceases.

“Y/N!” he greets you again. “Its brilliant to see you again…” and it goes from there…

At first you’re only messing about with him because he’s an old friend and back-and-forth flirtation is something the two of you have done for a while. But then the Doctor seemed to be getting increasingly agitated.

When Jack had just begun another cheesy pickup line, you felt yourself being tugged off to the side and was face to face with the Doctor.

“Doctor?” you said, raising an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic actions.

He was practically seething, but when he opened his mouth to say something, all he could do was stutter and run his hands nervously through his hair.

“What is it?” you prompted.

“I love you,” he managed to choke out, wetting his lips and looking down at you nervously, “A-and I can’t stand it whenever the– two of you– are…are…yeah.”

A wide grin spread slowly across your face.

“Somebody’s jealous,” you singsonged, cupping your hand around the back of his neck and capturing his lips in a kiss before he could stutter and stammer himself into a shy puddle on the floor.

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The Doctor had been looking particularly down-heartened recently and it made your heart sink when you saw him like that. You’d thought it was because he was remembering his old family and friends- those that he had lost- and had tried everything to try and cheer him up.

“Y/N!” he sighed one day. “That isn’t the reason I’m sad…”

Taking his hands, you caught his gaze and asked him, “Then what is?”

Gushing his words out in a rush of breath, he replied, “It’s that I’m utterly in love with you and I know you won’t feel the same.”

At that proclamation, a grin spread across your face and leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss.

“What a silly thing to be sad about.”

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Flourishing your lilac gown, you smoothed down the fabric and teased your hair a bit more, until you finally took a breath and smiled at yourself. It was your prom!

A knock at the door told you that your date was here and you rushed down to greet him, flinging open the door.

“Luc-! You’re not Lucas,” you frowned, then rolled your eyes and allowed a small chuckle. “Hello, Doctor.”

“‘Evening,” was the reply as he continued to look you up and down. “Wait a minute. What’re you dressed like that for?”

With another roll of your eyes, you told him, “Well, I’m going to my prom. You’ve been away long enough that I got back into school.”

The furrow of his brow hadn’t yet gone. “Prom?”

Spotting your date just heading up the road, you said, “Yeah, I’ll explain it on the way, but I’m gonna need to borrow your TARDIS…I just thought of something that’ll literally blow the doors off a limo…”