#tricks and madness | doctor and layla

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Me looking back on old RPs and remembering how adorable things were

@immortaljackal: Layla and The (12th) Doctor - Moodboard

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Car-fessions || Graham & Frankie

Timing: Right after the S1 finale. Parties: @grahamstoker & @offrankies Summary: Sometimes, when life’s too much, a teen human just needs his vampire roommate-dad to be there.

A few hours had passed since they had managed to get home. A few hours since the wall separating reality and fiction had been completely ruptured in Frankie’s world. Not a single word spoken the whole walk home- well, calling it walk was an overstatement; they had to limp, almost crawl their way back, Frankie’s weak frame trying its hardest to hold Layla’s almost mauled body, both of them covered in blood. It had taken a long time to get her girlfriend cleaned and patched up, both of them numb and almost robotically moving around the apartment. But somehow it had been done, and after the human had made sure the werewolf was fast asleep, she had found herself back in the shower, scrubbing all her body with soap, shampoo, shower gel, even bleach - but no matter how much she scrubbed and how long the water ran down her body, she couldn’t stop feeling dirty; disgusting, even. 

She wasn’t sure how long it took her to leave the bathroom, the pink, unaware Kirby decorating her pajamas almost mocking her with its wide smile. Hair was still wet when the door of the apartment opened, but Frankie didn’t even move from her position on the couch, legs propped up so she was hugging them, chin resting against her knees. Both exposed arms had a mix of bandages and bandaids, her right arm clearly the most beaten since the white gauze covered it from elbow to wrist. But Frankie didn’t really feel the physical pain, or how her body felt like it was being crushed by a large rock from both the physical and mental exhaustion. She was just staring at the wall, eyes lost as her brain rewinded once, and then twice, and then for the gazillion time the events that had happened that night. Graham had since grown used to having to slip into the house during the ungodly hours of the night for a couple of reasons - one of which was to prove that he could do it and help get more sneaky and the other because he didn’t want to deal with usually one, now two moody teenage girls if they didn’t get enough sleep. Suffice it to say, as he hung his keys on the hook he deemed as ‘his’ and turned to take his shirt off - it was always the first thing to go when he was safely in his house, he was a little taken aback to find someone on the couch. “Oh shit,” He said with less surprise but the tone was still there as his blue eyes danced up and down Frankie’s diminutive frame, made even smaller from her position. “Uh… everything all right?” He caught the bandages almost immediately and he was glad he had trained himself not to breathe… he was almost certain that the stench of blood filled his apartment and he had the feeling that now was not the time to lose his mind to the frenzy.

The voice coming from the entrance felt distant, as if Frankie had been locked behind an invisible glass wall; and though the small, rational part of her brain knew that it was Graham most likely asking why she wasn’t asleep, she was too confused, too shocked to make out the words, less alone who was delivering them. Talking felt like an impossible task at the moment. The memories of the cop shooting at the lake people, Layla ripping their limbs, fire demon dogs burning corpses, and Nell chanting as two demons fought each other -- how could she continue a relatively normal life after experiencing everything? And not only that - how was she supposed to continue a relatively normal life when she needed to share a bed with Layla? Her heart clenched at the idea, but everyone’s warnings had finally happened. Not only she had hurt her physically - intentionally or not -, but Frankie was now completely destroyed emotionally and could barely even look at her. She didn’t bother looking up, less alone asking him what he had said, but instead sunk deeper on the couch. He was finding himself concerned with the fact that he was concerned about Frankie as she didn’t react to his presence, what he asked, not even making a noise. Graham decided to keep his shirt on and for a moment, he stood in the entryway of his apartment awkwardly, wondering if it would’ve been best to turn around and leave, go straight to his room with maybe one more passing sentence or some third option. He… took the third option. Giving a psychosomatic exhale as he would’ve when he was human, expressing the relinquish of emotional buildup, he went over to the couch and carefully sat next to Frankie, close enough that he could feel her body warmth against his side. He flipped a mental coin on whether to lean forward on his knees or sit back in an open position, ultimately deciding on the latter and he kept his eyes on the television in front of them as if some mundane show were on and he was too lazy to change the channel. He didn’t say anything but he consciously moved his stomach up and down to give the impression that he too was breathing, steady, slow, calm. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t know where Layla was and he didn’t know what Frankie needed but he prepared himself for any possible outcome he could think of.

Frankie was barely aware of the adult moving next to her, empty hazel eyes still fixated on a post in the wall; or at least they looked like they were staring, cause all she could see in front of her was Layla’s wolf form covered in blood, her hands desperately grasping at her fur, trying to locate the source of where it was coming from, but her imagination liked playing cruel tricks, and no matter how much she pressed and tried to cover the wounds, red never stopped flowing, and the wolf quickly stopped moving beneath her hands. It was a repeating nightmare that didn’t wait for her to be asleep to torment her, and at some point her hands started clenching, nails digging at the exposed skin on her legs, breath suddenly spiking. She was trapped in her own mind, her sight red, her hands covered in the wolf’s blood, her hands covered in a murderer’s blood, and Frankie was too slow, she had been too late to save her-- It should’ve been obvious by this point but Graham wasn’t an aura reader; as far as he was concerned in terms of aura reading, Frankie was in braille. However, the man did used to be an empathetic doctor who was damn good at his job. It was that part, the part before his own drama, the human part, that managed to find some form of connection with the teenager that something was very wrong. He wasn’t sure if it was stress or trauma but the heart that lay cold and still in his chest would’ve felt a pang had it still functioned correctly. Still remaining silent, he let the human part activate for just a few moments, acting on what he would’ve done years ago and he placed a strong hand on Frankie’s head ever-so-gently, stroking her wet hair before his hand moved down to her shoulder where he carefully pulled her towards him until she was leaning against his torso. He put his arm on the back of the couch to not make her feel trapped and he kept his position calm and open. “I’ll be okay, kiddo.” That was all he said and he wasn’t sure if it was true but that’s all he could think TO say rather than remain completely quiet.

It could’ve been seconds as well as hours, but one second Frankie was sitting by a wolf’s corpse, drowning in blood, and the next she was back in the apartment with her head softly pressed against a cold chest. It took her a moment for her to grasp what was happening, her eyes slowly processing the bandaged arms in front of them and she found her mind back in the bathroom, rubbing them with bleach as if that would take what had happened away. But she wasn’t at the lake. She wasn’t in the bathroom. She was sitting in the living room with Graham’s arm loosely around her. Frankie’s throat tightened, jaw clenched, and her eyes began to sting as a wave of emotion washed over her, but she refused to let it out, scared that her sobbing that could potentially turn into a loud episode would wake up the sleeping werewolf in her room. But as much as she tried, she couldn’t contain the way her body shook or the tears that had started to run down her face against her will. Frankie tried to hide her face on her legs, ashamed that the vampire had to witness her slow descend to madness, and with the softest broken voice she mumbled: “I can’t do this anymore.”

Graham swallowed the spontaneous urge to laugh and tell her that she was overreacting to whatever was going on but he had to firmly remind himself that she was a human and very well might remain as such; a lot of people weren’t given that second chance whether they wanted it or not so he remained where he was, unusually quiet and strangely receptive. His sharp tongue that he didn’t bother to change in the privacy of his own home slithered out of his mouth and absently scritched at his chin when he heard Frankie talk and he could feel her restraint to keep her composure, getting the feeling that she was doing so to remain quiet - Layla must’ve been in her bedroom. So something happened,something that traumatized Frankie but not Layla to the point that she was either asleep or they were just separated. For a moment, he hoped they didn’t destroy more of his furniture but they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. “...It’s okay.” He replied, repeating what he’d said before. “It’s not your fault.” He was gentle in his delivery but still tried to be objective without being blunt. “It’s hard. It’s really fuckin’ hard and even if someone blames you, just remember that this isn’t your fault.” He reiterated. She must’ve been talking about her relationship with the werewolf. He knew this would happen. He wasn’t sure when or how but he knew it.

More time passed before Frankie said anything in return, Graham’s cold hand gently strokes on her hair were soothing in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time, and for the first time since she had arrived to White Crest, she missed home. She missed her grandma and her cookies and strangely she also missed her mother with her never ending yelling, and she missed Mrs Park and her prying eye. But mostly she missed her normal life that didn’t have demons and dead people and shapeshifters and brainwashing cults and witches. A muffled sob finally managed to escape, which only made Frankie’s frame tighten and cower more, but it was enough to open way for another, and then another, until the young human couldn’t contain them anymore, one hand moving to cover her mouth in a poor attempt to remain as quiet as she possibly could. “There was--” Her voice choked with the sobs, and she needed to take a deep breath in order to talk. “-- a demon and--- fire dogs coming-- coming out of a witch--” As the last word was said, Frankie’s voice broke once more letting out a loud sob, and in half a second the teen found herself shifting on the couch so she could bury herself on Graham’s chest, hand never leaving her mouth to continue muffling the cries. She continued talking, but between the crying and the position she was in, not even she could tell what was leaving her mouth. At least she was finally expressing herself, once again getting body fluids onto his shirt. Graham couldn’t help but wonder whose divine plan it was for him to end up in this position but he figured he had enough time to contemplate that in the long term; for now, he just listened to every muffled word that spilled out of Frankie’s mouth like the tears that ran down  her cheeks. He kept gently petting her head, still keeping his eyes looking at the tv to avoid staring as he processed what she was saying but unable to connect the dots in a coherent enough way. He didn’t deny that witches or demons or fire dogs existed but that sounded like some kind of ritual. Was that where the marks on her arms came from? “It’s okay,” He soothed, keeping himself steady for her as he felt every strained muscle in her small body. “Just, uh… keep breathing. D’you wanna go out to my truck? You can scream in there,” He offered, again trying to be mild but not unwelcoming to her.

The coldness of the body against her made her mind wander to her mother once more. She was also cold but in a different way, with her scolding and harsh words, and how she always brushed her off almost like she had never wanted to have her as a kid. And it didn’t matter how much Frankie tried, she couldn’t remember if Terry Calloway had a warm body like hers, or a cold one like Graham’s, and the thought almost made her laugh in irony. Except the potential laughter only came out as more sobs, and the image of her mother sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee was quickly replaced by the same woman standing at the lake, looking at her with disappointment, before a wolf lounged at her, ripping her neck. Frankie’s head nodded frantically, partly to get rid of the idea of Layla murdering her imaginary mom, and partly to accept the offer to go somewhere else, though her body did little moving beside the waves of sobs that kept relentlessly coming at her, making her shake. Whether intentional or not, Graham pushed energy through his body in what felt like an instant when he got a response and in a fluid motion that seemed like it took no effort, he moved his arm around Frankie’s back, maneuvering around to stick his other arm under the bend in her knees and he swept her up as though she were a stuffed animal. “Hokay, girlie,” He said with a fake grunt as he took her through the door, grabbing his keys and gently shutting it with his foot behind them, down the stairs and out to his little black truck. Unlocking it, he carefully set Frankie down in the passenger seat and shut the door before going around and taking his own place in the driver’s seat, laying his arm across to close the distance between the two as he brushed a knuckle, palm up against her to let her know that it was available for any reason. “Alright, kiddo. What’s going on? Scream at me.”

Getting carried to the car was a blur, and before Frankie could allow herself to continue weeping, she accepted Graham’s hand and held it like her life depended on it, free hand wiping her face to try to get rid of some of the mess on it. She was still partially sobbing, but at least she managed to keep it enough under control to get some coherent words out. “I was--- at work and--- something made me go to the lake…” And as if a switch had been turned on, Frankie started talking, about the three girls and the cop, how she couldn’t leave the imaginary circle, making weird gestures once she started describing the freaky lake people and how the cop and demon dogs had started killing them, her voice slowly getting steadier and louder, until at some point she let go of Graham’s hand to make a huge gesture as she described Layla transforming, before her left hand landed on top of her right, where the bandage covered most of her arm, voice getting quiet once more as she described how the witch had user her blood, and how the wolf had killed several cultists and how she had almost died. Her breathing was hard from talking too fast, from recalling everything that had happened that night, and she finally looked back at Graham, eyes broken and glistering from the tears, but at least they weren’t running down her face anymore. “I don’t-- How. How do I-- How am I supposed to process... this?”

And so he listened to everything from Frankie’s panicked hiccups to her explanation of what happened at the lake, the ritual, Layla’s transformation… and felt how he tensed up when she mentioned that Layla hurt her. Damn werewolves. Damn teenage girl werewolf. Graham waited patiently until she was done, however, before he pinched the bridge of his nose with a false sigh but he wasn’t sure what he was sighing about; there was so much about this situation he found himself hating. “Well, Frankie,” He said first, looking at the younger girl, his expression rather serious as he found himself in rare form. “If I’m being totally honest with you, you have two options. The first one, which I recommend, is that you leave town.” He didn’t sound aggressive or demanding, but pragmatic. “I said this before but it’s dangerous for people, especially the non-cursed, non-powerful and non-violent ones,” He gave a half-shrug. “So you can leave town, start over somewhere new - you’re friendly and sweet so I’m sure you’d have no problem making something of yourself. Do some therapy, process through these feelings and work out the trauma,” He added. “OR you can stay here and let your experiences here shape what you want to become as you remain.” He said. “Search for a therapist here, keep learning about the supernatural, decide what YOU want, how you do want to process this because if you stay, this ritual and shit won’t stop and you’ll need to cope with something else possibly bad happening.” He paused. “... I don’t think Layla did what she did on purpose but that doesn’t change that it happened. So I guess the question now is what you asked but only you have that answer: How are you going to process this?”

Had the space allowed it, she would’ve found herself clinging to Graham’s neck once more; but instead, Frankie listened in silence, bringing her feet up the seat so she was hugging her knees in the same way he had found her earlier, chin resting on them as she stared at the dark parking lot. It felt bittersweet hearing the words she didn’t want to hear, but that she also needed anyways. Leaving town and going back home was definitely the easy route. The safest one too. And though it pained her to admit it, it was also the most tempting one. But she also knew she couldn’t just bail on everything. One month had been enough to plant some roots, and leaving Layla when she needed her the most would cause her a heartbreak she didn’t know she could endure. A soft, almost inaudible chuckle tried to leave her as she thought that, already knowing what the vampire’s reply would be if she said that out loud. “I’ve never been much of a quitter.” She mumbled instead, before finally looking at him with puffy, red eyes, cheek now resting on her knee and the weakest smile on her face. “And I can’t give my mom the satisfaction of being right.” Probably not the best time to be joking, but the truth was hiding behind it. Graham was right, as usual.  “Guess I’m just... going to take everything one step at a time.” Said that, she took a deep breath, the human clearly more calm than before. She straightened on the seat, before leaning to the side, she rested her head on his shoulder. “What do you know about demons?”

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//one thing that tells you, that youve been away from tumblr too long... is that your tags are no longer saved... le sigh (part 1)

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@immortaljackal - Continued from (here)

Honey-gold eyes drift closed as she smiles softly into the kiss. It’s only when he pulls away that a quiet whimper of protest escapes her as she looks up at him.

“If that’s any indication of what the year shall be like, then it will be the happiest,” she sighs contently, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Happy new year, Doctor.”

Playful mischief sparks in her eyes as she taps her fingers lightly against his jaw, her smile growing into a cheeky grin as she says, “Now get back here and kiss me again.”

The Doctor cant help but laugh at her reaction. “I can sure try my best to make the next year like this.” he murmured, Before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into another kiss.

He seems to gain a little more confidence with each kiss that he gives her, but it its still obvious that he isn’t as comfortable with this in this regeneration...

but he is trying.

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Saving this in case it is needed

Hope Verse (Mobile Post) this verse is the one I have with @immortaljackal and Layla’s relationships with the Doctors 9-13.

9th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: the Doctor is best friends with her    10th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: casual flirting starts, pretend marriages when traveling, platonic snuggling, platonic relationship - which get even more clingy after Rose. 11th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: the platonic relationship grows, till he starts to realise that he likes-likes her, and then it turns Into pining till he actually gets the bravery to ask her out and by the time Clara turns up, they are together. 12th Doctor: The Doctor does not lock missy in the vault, He has her on the TARDIS, yes she cant leave without him with her, but she has his tentative trust while on board and the TARDIS is always watching her every move.  (…This has not been explored yet…) Relationship wise: the love grows. This doctor feels very lucky to have Layla. At some point he proposed. And they got married. It’s an adorable stage of the relationship. 13th: spyfall - she didn’t disable the Master’s perception filter. Relationship wise: married couple, shenanigans, very in love, like gosh so cute. Dorks. This Verse does not go along with the Timeless child. As far as the Doctor is concerned Gallifrey is still around. This Verse also leans Quite a bit to EU Who

Flux is a no here as well, but 14 & 15 will follow the canon with the 4 episodes we have had so far.

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TAG DUMP: they were wiped >:(

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//Gah! my tags have been wiped!!

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@immortaljackal - continued from (here)

Delighted laughter fills the air as Layla all but clings to the Doctor as she’s spun, only for it to be replaced by a pleased moan as soon as their lips meet.

A wry smile plays at her lips as she nuzzles her Doctor in return, offering a lilting, “Happy new year indeed, my dearest hearts,” before claiming another kiss for herself.

“Do you know what my new year wish is?” she asked softly as she pressed her forehead again hers.

“To be able to keep you for centuries to come, for this to be for a very long time...” she took a deep breath and looked at her.

“Layla...” she breathed out “... Will you travel with me?”

[cherryao3nova]

He winced slightly, the words like arrows hitting his chest and he swallowed hard, fear gripping his hearts. He had definitely done it this time, he was going to loose her and it would be his own fault... but he definitely deserves it, because Layla deserves better then him.

He’s always known that. She was so wonderful, always putting up with him...

“I- I’m sorry...” he whispers guilt eating away at him and he swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears away. No need to add guilt-tips, he didn’t want to do that. “I- I just didn’t want- I...” He takes a shaky breath, once again trying to collect himself. “I can’t- I was scared that you would get hurt... and then a year turned to ten then to a century and then three had passsed...”

It’s why he sent Clara way.... but- his brain whispers- Layla isn’t Clara... Layla would have stopped the war on the first day... Layla wouldn’t have let it last 3 century’s...

His shoulders slump and he sighed. “I know I’m an idiot... I’m an idiot who doesn’t think ahead... and only come up with better solutions afterwards... I’m sorry... and you’re right... Perhaps...” he can’t even bring himself to agree because it breaks his hearts to even think about her leaving.

Biting his lip he slowly turns to the TARDIS screen, his hands shaking... and glowing... he squeezed a fist... not yet.

drapetxmaniia‌:

The once again ‘young’ mad man, swallowed hard as he placed the phone back on the console, licking his lips nervously.

He knew that he had upset her, one thing that he always strived to never do… but even he couldn’t always be perfect, there would definitely be times where he would mess up. And this was one of them.

He waited silently, leaning heavily on the console, having collected the old war ridden clothes, draping them on the banister. The Doctor knew that he had at least an hour to be able to hold back the change.

Clara hasn’t come to see him yet, and he was glad, because this was a private talk that he wanted to keep between the two of them.

He sucks in a silent breath as the door opened with the usual creak, making him turn to look at the woman he had never been able to forget, not even in his withered state before the TimeLords gave him his new cycle.

“Layla.” He breathed, fondness and affection, both in his voice and shining in his eyes, which had teared up slightly, having not even realised how much he missed her.

“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” Layla mutters in exasperation. 

“Aish, I should just leave you here on your own, you know.” Though by the way she tenses at the very thought, guilt flashing through her eyes the nanosecond that she says it, seems to suggest otherwise. Still…

“I should leave. I should have left centuries ago. This was never my fight. It was like the War and the last Time War all over again. And all that time, I had no idea if you even lived! You cannot do that to me!”

[cherryao3nova]

//Asdfghjkl - a thing that you just threw out there to try and suddenly you ship them just as much as your main ship

*screm*

[gothams-new-rabbit]

His children bickered and spoke like a older sister and little brother should. “A guy you say? Lucky man to go after my little Aspen. Who is he?” He asked, curious if Lapin was in this world too.

When Bunny asked him a question, he sipped his tea. And when he sipped his tea, it was like everything became clear. Like his worries faded and this was his life, not a dream. 

Luke smiled. “I would do anything for you, Bria. But Mister Hatter has promised me all my dreams come true if I help him get his Wonderland back. So please, do as he says.”

Maybe in another life... Another universe, this man might be one of her right hand people in a empire built on drugs and blood. But this was another time and he was under the Mad Hatter’s influence. 

Hatter chuckled. “Oh no, no, no! I am the real deal, Doctor Delgado. I ma the Mad Hatter and I am here to make sure Wonderland rises.”

Selina sat on the desk and licked her hands, like a cat.

Walrus stood behind Bria and put his hands on her shoulders and MADE her sit ad stay still as Hatter explained his plan. He produced a playing card, the Queen of Hearts. “You see, Doctor. I have all the pieces for my plan. I have my cat, my walrus, my Hare. Everyone is here and wants their tea! But I am missing my Queen, my Alice and my Jabberwocky! I have a formula to make anyone I wish be apart of my wonderful Wonderland but it does not last forever I heard you, my dear, are a master with formulas and I want YOU to make it perfect...”

He holds her tea in front of her. “... One way or another.” He looked at her with a evil glare.

Batman looked at Aaliyah in her new suit, mostly white now to reflect her current boyfriend, Ghost Maker. He didn’t say anything. It was for Aaliyah to say. 

Bruce saw Layla and tried not to think of her in a certain way since they had gotten closer these past weeks. He watched as she got into her new suit he made for her. Light blue with black detail and a matching rabbit mask.

“We need to secure the building and get the students to safety. Hatter may have gotten a hold of Bria already so be prepared and don’t fall for his tricks. Aaliyah, Get the students out and get GCPD there. Layla, with me. We are stopping Hatter and whoever is helping him!” 

“Mister Rabbit! How do you feel about time travel?” ( drabrianndelgado )

"Curious question, Miss Delgado."

"I think it is a interesting concept and I hear Bruce, himself, has done a trip or two. As for me? As much I as I am curious of a event or two but I would be too scared of disrupting things to travel myself. Why do you ask?"

@drabrianndelgado

[cherryao3nova]

The doctor knows vaguely what she had been mumbling, the proof was in the blush that dusted his cheeks, yet he knows how sensitive this subject was and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so he just relaxes when Layla played with his hair.

“Okay.” He nods, showing that he wouldn’t ask or force her to repeat herself. “Tho I do hope you know, that you can always talk to me about anything..” he gives her a soft smile, before dropping the subject fully.

“And tea will do for me love... I’ve never tried Coffee, I can’t seem to get it right, alswaus tastes not so good when I try.” The Doctor scrunched up his nose.

“You what? Can you repeat that again cause i need to make sure that you said what I think you said.”

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He kissed the side of her head and then smiled. “Well, there are quite a few that I know off and probably even more that I’ve never even seen. Which garden would you like to visit? On from Earth, Gallifrey? A alien planet or something entirely new?”

Heck, he was sure if Layla asked, the TARDIS would just give her what she wanted... the old girl probably even had Layla’s old garden from way back, from Egypt, in one of the rooms.

drapetxmaniia‌:

“Good to know.” He nods, rather glad that coffee wasn’t easy to make. He then lifts their joint hands and kissed the back of her hand.

“A distraction, hmm? I think we could come up with something… how about we explore the TARDIS? Wander the gardens… or We could even go and swim in the pool or the hot tub.”

Her gaze softens as he kisses her hand, smiling up at him affectionately as she murmurs, “A walk through the gardens sounds lovely, my dearest hearts. It has been some time since we have sought what all the old girl has for us, no?”

Though occasionally some areas feel almost like tombs, evidence of former companions’ lives lived on the TARDIS standing out in sharp relief to the most frequented areas of the ship. Even if some of those companions have yet to even be found by the Doctor and brought on board…

With a bemused shake of her head, she takes her place on the Doctor’s arm, content to let him guide them through the ship. “Shall we, then?”

[cherryao3nova]

“Yup. A buzzing of screaming”

Compared to all the other times, the Doctor was fully hoping that she would provide a distraction and had definitely hoped that she would use that one.

So when she brushed her lips against his, he definitely was ready to kiss back, pressing his more firmly, before allowing her to deepen it, his hands on the small of her back, holding her close.

He pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes, finally feeling more comfortable to relax. “I know... I know... I don’t even know why I feel like this... tho it could just be social anxiety. Never been that good with talking to others in this body.”

❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞ 

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Her breath hitches and the familiar feeling of her hearts racing, made her bit her lip slightly.

“All these years and you still know how to make my hearts race.” She mumbled fondly and kissed her cheek.

“...I love you...” she whispered softly, before she could change her mind and not say it, her hearts racing even more, and her cheeks blushed red.

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The Doctor lay back, head against the sofa’s arm,arms wrapped around her love as she lay on her chest,Listening to her heart beat. Leaning forward she kissed the top of her head.