i’m an idiot with a box

indie twelfth doctor sideblog || canon divergent from “the world enough and time” (S10E11) muse and mun 21+ || fc peter capaldi || follows from carryindabanner || all gifs are not mine

[yowzariversong]

fearsasuperpower​:

The want was increasingly becoming a gnawing need in the pit of his stomach. Seemed like the berries were doing their job, having her so close with such sheer fabric separating them, her fingers at the nape of his neck, it made him noticeably stir below the belt. He let out a low growl of appreciation.

“I fully intend to follow through Doctor Song, happy wife, happy life. Besides you do look incredible when you’re screaming my name, as if Michelangelo painted you himself, perhaps some day he should, that way I can always remember what you look like coming around me.”

The Doctor had pretty much forgotten about the other lovers around them, right now, all he could see, smell and hear was River. Just the two of them and no one else.

   River can feel how much her husband is enjoying himself – pressed together like this it would be impossible not to – and the low growl that threatens to turn her knees to jelly is merely confirmation of that. What he says next, though, turns her insides molten, skin flushing with pleasure as the proto-TimeLord lets out an audible gasp of surprised delight. What a filthy old man she’s married to.

   “Well there’s always that camera you like so much,” she purrs in response, ever one to match any scandalous suggestion made towards her, and mentally filing away the suggestion of being painted; now is not the time, but she’s far too vain not to find the idea utterly delicious. “It’s hardly Michaleangelo, but if it’s a memento you’re after it should do the trick.” Nails drag their way back upwards into his hair, burying fingers in thick curls and giving a sharp tug. “There might be time for you to run back to the TARDIS for it now… though I can’t promise I’ll wait for you…”

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor hissed when she pulled at his curls. He couldn’t take it anymore, pupils blown and hearts pounding out of his chest.

He grabbed her hand, and began to lead her away from the dancing toward the nests. She’d made him break in away only she could, making him need her with such ferocity and passion. If they weren’t joined together intimately soon he may combust.

He stopped partway to their nest to kiss her, unable to be separated from her much longer, needing just a little something to ease his addiction to her for the rest of the journey to their nest.

The Doctor pressed his forehead to hers after they separated, his breathing heavy. “I love you.”

[yowzariversong]

fearsasuperpower​:

His hearts pounded a little faster, feeling her heel on the back of his leg. He pulled her closer to him, about as close as they could get without crawling into each other’s skin.

He dipped his head so that his lips were by her ear. “We’ll have to see how many times I can make you come in order to properly test it.”

The Doctor knew exactly what this face’s voice did to her and he was fully prepared to use it to his advantage. “For it to be a proper experiment I’ll have to add different variables.” He tapped his long fingers against her spine, following the beat.

   There’s a pleased smirk as the Doctor pulls her closer, skin to skin save for the thin red silk that continues to separate their bodies, enjoying the anticipation that crackles between them– but then his lips are right against her ear, murmuring something that’s actually relatively tame, but so much dirtier than she’s used to hearing from him, that her breath catches in her throat at the picture it paints. (At that and the accent, of course.)

   River can feel her hearts quicken at his touch on her spine, forgetting the music almost entirely to instead focus on those fingers, mind immediately jumping to all the other uses they might have. Gods, he knows her so well.

   “Promises, promises,” is the breathy response as she arches against him ever so slightly, torn between her love of flirting with her husband, especially when he’s like this, and her growing need for more. The proto-TimeLord’s own fingers trail up his arm and over his shoulder, left hand settling at the nape of his neck so she can gently drag her nails up the skin in the way she knows he likes, fingertips briefly playing with the curls at the base of his skull before dragging their way back down again. It’s almost a game they’re playing – who will break first – and River is determined to win.

[fearsasuperpower]

The want was increasingly becoming a gnawing need in the pit of his stomach. Seemed like the berries were doing their job, having her so close with such sheer fabric separating them, her fingers at the nape of his neck, it made him noticeably stir below the belt. He let out a low growl of appreciation.

“I fully intend to follow through Doctor Song, happy wife, happy life. Besides you do look incredible when you’re screaming my name, as if Michelangelo painted you himself, perhaps some day he should, that way I can always remember what you look like coming around me.”

The Doctor had pretty much forgotten about the other lovers around them, right now, all he could see, smell and hear was River. Just the two of them and no one else.

[soulremained-deactivated2022091]

2)  sender tenderly places several kisses on receiver’s belly.  ( @fearsasuperpower )

Her fingers gently stroked through his hair, laying down on their bed with her t-shirt slightly slid up her pregnant belly. She was 6 months pregnant, her bump was large and very prominent. She hummed slightly at his kisses, her body relaxing into the bed.

"Careful my love, she's been kicking a lot..."

[fearsasuperpower]

He rested his head against the bump, looking at her as he did. “Means she’s going to be feisty, like her mum.”

As if on cue he felt something push back against his cheek, he lifted his head to give his unborn daughter his full attention. He used his hand to lightly press back, getting another kick in return. “You’re growing like a weed in there.” He beamed pressing back again and getting the same reaction. He beamed at his wife. “She’s so smart, she’s already playing games with da.”

[soulremained-deactivated2022091]

She watched her husband, a large smile on her lips- the large smile that was reserved for husband and no one else. The comment about her being feisty earned a small chuckle from River, part of her wanted to argue against it, but River knew that would only prove that she was in fact feisty.

"Like a weed? Surely she'd be growing like a little flower..." She asked, shifting slightly in her seat. Her hand reached down gently, slowly brushing her fingers into his curls. "What other games are you going to teach her? Think she'll be our little chess champion?"

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor pressed a featherlight kiss to the bump. “Weeds are flowers but stronger. They can grow no matter what.” And it was no doubt this little girl was already stronger than either of them could imagine.

He laid his head back against the exposed flesh of River’s abdomen. “When she’s older, hopefully, she’ll make a wonderful chess player.” The Doctor began to muse. “Gallifreyan genetics are a lottery of all regenerations. I may find myself needing to brush up on my cricket, and last go around was rather good at football.”

He began to trace the word ‘love’ in circular Gallifreyan on her skin. “Soon as she’s old enough I’ll teach her Venusian aikido, so she can protect herself.”

[yowzariversong]

fearsasuperpower​:

The Doctor knew it was bittersweet for both of them to be here, given it’s intended purposes. To be surrounded by couples with families hoping to expand. It hurt too much to contemplate the possibility any further. They had each other and honeymoon number 56 ahead of them.

He pressed his forehead against hers when the kiss broke. His cheeks were now tinted pink, this face wasn’t much for PDA. But he’d do anything for River. He’d try to push his embarrassment aside. Maybe urge her back to their nest so they could at least be alone. His eyes were already half lidded in lust and adoration.

“The berries.” His Scottish accent showing more as he lowered his voice. “They’re an aphrodisiac and legend says their juices enhance sexual pleasure.”

   As always, her husband’s voice does things to her insides, abdomen twisting in a spike of heated desire as she’s treated to a fresh reminder of why she loves this face’s voice so much. Teeth bite against her lower lip, fighting the urge to drag him back to their nest right now because all she can think of is his voice in her ear, growling all sorts of filthy things in that delicious Scottish accent.

   In an attempt to distract herself, she spins away from the Doctor and then back towards him, curling one foot around her husband’s leg in a move that’s far more tango-like than the gentle waltz they’d been dancing up until this moment. Okay, so maybe it didn’t exactly distract her, but perhaps it will persuade him to heat things up a little, in spite of being in public.

  “An aphrodisiac and a pleasure enhancer?” She flirts back, voice a low purr as she slowly drags her foot up the back of his leg, from ankle to knee, smudging gold along the way. “Sounds like something we should put to the test to see if it’s true – several times of course, just to make properly sure.”

[fearsasuperpower]

His hearts pounded a little faster, feeling her heel on the back of his leg. He pulled her closer to him, about as close as they could get without crawling into each other’s skin.

He dipped his head so that his lips were by her ear. “We’ll have to see how many times I can make you come in order to properly test it.”

The Doctor knew exactly what this face’s voice did to her and he was fully prepared to use it to his advantage. “For it to be a proper experiment I’ll have to add different variables.” He tapped his long fingers against her spine, following the beat.

[soulremained-deactivated2022091]

2)  sender tenderly places several kisses on receiver’s belly.  ( @fearsasuperpower )

Her fingers gently stroked through his hair, laying down on their bed with her t-shirt slightly slid up her pregnant belly. She was 6 months pregnant, her bump was large and very prominent. She hummed slightly at his kisses, her body relaxing into the bed.

"Careful my love, she's been kicking a lot..."

[fearsasuperpower]

He rested his head against the bump, looking at her as he did. “Means she’s going to be feisty, like her mum.”

As if on cue he felt something push back against his cheek, he lifted his head to give his unborn daughter his full attention. He used his hand to lightly press back, getting another kick in return. “You’re growing like a weed in there.” He beamed pressing back again and getting the same reaction. He beamed at his wife. “She’s so smart, she’s already playing games with da.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: +

Clara had the test hidden up her sleeve as she approached him. "We need to talk," she spoke gently, her voice shaking just a little. She almost didn't test, trying to convince herself that her symptoms could be chalked up to stress. But...she had felt it could be something more.

And, apparently, it was much more than stress...

She allowed the white stick to slip from her sleeve and into her hand. "I'm pregnant." She showed him the result.

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor looked up from what he was working on, flipping up his goggles to make eye contact. His eyes widening at the news his best friend was presenting him with.

He swirled to face her completely, he put his hands clasped in his lap. “You’re pregnant? What do you want to do next?”

[shxreditch]

Her breathing quickened as he made eye contact with her. Oh, she was still in shock from it all..."I don't know..." Her voice broke off. She attempted to take a deep breath, though it was a tad unsteady. "I was actually hoping it'd be negative! I'm not ready to be a mother."

She turned the test so she could see the result again. It hadn't changed. It wouldn't change.

[fearsasuperpower]

He stood and stiffly hugged her, not a hugger still but he could make an exception because his impossible girl needed it.

The Doctor held her from him at arms length. “It’s PE’s, yeah?” He felt a bit touched she’d come to him first instead of Danny.

[shxreditch]

The hug felt awkward, but...he hugged her. Progress.

Her brow furrowed. A nod. "We...er..." We weren't careful, she reminded herself silently. So much for maintaining control... "Our timing could have been better." If she had kept track of everything, she wouldn't be in this mess...

[fearsasuperpower]

“Clara, you have options, more options in fact than most women in your situation.” He bit his lip. “You’re a modern woman, if you want I can take you the safest clinic on earth in 3002. No one would know.”

He moved to the TARDIS console. “Or you could go home and tell PE, decide from there. I won’t judge you.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: +

Clara had the test hidden up her sleeve as she approached him. "We need to talk," she spoke gently, her voice shaking just a little. She almost didn't test, trying to convince herself that her symptoms could be chalked up to stress. But...she had felt it could be something more.

And, apparently, it was much more than stress...

She allowed the white stick to slip from her sleeve and into her hand. "I'm pregnant." She showed him the result.

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor looked up from what he was working on, flipping up his goggles to make eye contact. His eyes widening at the news his best friend was presenting him with.

He swirled to face her completely, he put his hands clasped in his lap. “You’re pregnant? What do you want to do next?”

[shxreditch]

Her breathing quickened as he made eye contact with her. Oh, she was still in shock from it all..."I don't know..." Her voice broke off. She attempted to take a deep breath, though it was a tad unsteady. "I was actually hoping it'd be negative! I'm not ready to be a mother."

She turned the test so she could see the result again. It hadn't changed. It wouldn't change.

[fearsasuperpower]

He stood and stiffly hugged her, not a hugger still but he could make an exception because his impossible girl needed it.

The Doctor held her from him at arms length. “It’s PE’s, yeah?” He felt a bit touched she’d come to him first instead of Danny.

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: +

Clara had the test hidden up her sleeve as she approached him. "We need to talk," she spoke gently, her voice shaking just a little. She almost didn't test, trying to convince herself that her symptoms could be chalked up to stress. But...she had felt it could be something more.

And, apparently, it was much more than stress...

She allowed the white stick to slip from her sleeve and into her hand. "I'm pregnant." She showed him the result.

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor looked up from what he was working on, flipping up his goggles to make eye contact. His eyes widening at the news his best friend was presenting him with.

He swirled to face her completely, he put his hands clasped in his lap. “You’re pregnant? What do you want to do next?”

[yowzariversong]

fearsasuperpower​:

The whole ordeal left the Doctor, who was used to layers, rather bare. The tips of his ears had been bright red and hot since he was shown the silk he was expected to wear. He kept reminding himself ‘I’m doing this for River’ whenever he felt like he was losing his nerve.

When he felt her touch his neck, smearing his gold paint, he couldn’t hide the shiver that went down his spine. The Doctor leaned down and kissed her, tasting the berry juice on her lips, holding her close and taking the lead. When he pulled away he kept her close as they swayed to the music.

“You know, the smearing of the gold paint is supposed help the atmospheric changes absorb into your body and kick start reproductive processes.”

   River melts into the kiss, tongue tangling with her husband’s to taste the sweetness of the berry juice, familiar warmth blossoming within her at the feel of their bodies so close. It’s sweet how he sways to the music, gentle and tame and so utterly focused on her; clearly self-conscious, but still here, still staying.

   She knows the gold paint is intended to help with conception – the guide explained earlier while she was winding paint around River’s knees and upwards, higher up her legs than was customary, as per the proto-TimeLord’s request – and would find the concept delightful were it not the subject of such heartache for the two of them in the past. There will be no reproductive processes happening for them today.

   And yet, she is still happy – happier in his arms than anywhere else, more content in these last few years than she’s ever been before: there is no use in pining for something she can never have. So instead she smiles, tracing fingertips over bony shoulders to smudge the gold there, curling hands into grey curls, careful to avoid upsetting his headdress.

   “And the berries?” she purrs, knowing full well what the answer is, but asking anyway just for the joy of hearing the Doctor’s voice, of watching his eyes glow with the excitement of an explanation, of making him even more flustered than he already is.

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor knew it was bittersweet for both of them to be here, given it’s intended purposes. To be surrounded by couples with families hoping to expand. It hurt too much to contemplate the possibility any further. They had each other and honeymoon number 56 ahead of them.

He pressed his forehead against hers when the kiss broke. His cheeks were now tinted pink, this face wasn’t much for PDA. But he’d do anything for River. He’d try to push his embarrassment aside. Maybe urge her back to their nest so they could at least be alone. His eyes were already half lidded in lust and adoration.

“The berries.” His Scottish accent showing more as he lowered his voice. “They’re an aphrodisiac and legend says their juices enhance sexual pleasure.”

[yowzariversong]

@fearsasuperpower sent: [ WEDDING ]: sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple. (From some meme I'm not gonna look for cos I'm on mobile)

It’s not her first wedding to this face, not the first time he’s pulled her close by their joined hands and murmured the question in her ear – River, will you marry me – and it’s not the first time she’s said yes without hesitation. Each time is different, each planet and culture with its own customs and traditions, and the two of them have embraced every one.

This wedding is a lavish occasion, bodies draped in flowing red silk with gold dripping from the hems, headdresses of real leaves and berries, and every inch of visible flesh covered in gold-painted symbols and patterns. The idea, she’s been told, is that by the end of the festival the symbols should be smudged beyond recognition, berries crushed and smeared against skin and clothing — if they aren’t, then it’s evidence you haven’t properly partaken in the festival celebrations. With a smirk, River had reassured the guide that there need be no fear of that happening; she intended to fully immerse herself in the festivities.

The ceremony had been brief and very public, the two TimeLords standing among thousands of other couples (and sometimes trios, or whole groups) with their hands clasped and foreheads pressed together as the master of ceremonies recited the required words. A half-second pause, and then red and yellow flowers are raining down on them, catching in hair and hands, brushing against arms and bare feet: the celebrations have begun. Sharing a kiss isn’t a necessity here, but they do it anyway, grinning lips pressed together as River and the Doctor mark their fifty-sixth wedding on the planet Hecubus 7 during its septennial fertility festival.

The dancing commences almost immediately, notes of music both alluring and joyful coming from some unidentified place in the distance as every newlywed begins to move in time. There are no set steps, no required movements; each dance is entirely unique to those performing it, but very few leave any room for doubt that it’s a fertility festival they’re at. Eyes sparkling, mouth curled in a very self-satisfied smirk, River releases her husband’s hands to run fingers up his silk-covered chest, continuing upwards to smudge a gold pattern on the side of his neck and pluck a berry from his headdress. Crushing the fruit between thumb and forefinger, the proto-TimeLord smears the red-purple juice against her lips in a crude approximation of lipstick: an invitation to him to lick the stains from her mouth and, from there, to take the lead in this dance.

[fearsasuperpower]

The whole ordeal left the Doctor, who was used to layers, rather bare. The tips of his ears had been bright red and hot since he was shown the silk he was expected to wear. He kept reminding himself ‘I’m doing this for River’ whenever he felt like he was losing his nerve.

When he felt her touch his neck, smearing his gold paint, he couldn’t hide the shiver that went down his spine. The Doctor leaned down and kissed her, tasting the berry juice on her lips, holding her close and taking the lead. When he pulled away he kept her close as they swayed to the music.

“You know, the smearing of the gold paint is supposed help the atmospheric changes absorb into your body and kick start reproductive processes.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: 'I want a baby'

After having Arthur, Clara had convinced herself that one child was more than enough. Not that she didn't consider what it would be like to have two or more. And Arthur had been asking for a brother...But, she hadn't been counting on the Doctor bringing up the subject too.

She was a little shocked, but she stayed where she was—comfortably in the Doctor's arms. "As in...with me?"

[fearsasuperpower]

They were laying in bed enjoying the afterglow of their love making when he brought it up. His fingers idly played with her hair. They were bonded on a deepest level he’d only experienced three other times in his life, his first wife on Gallifrey, River and, now, Clara. And all three had made the yearning to father a child come to the surface.

Patience had given him three boys and a girl before the Time War stole them all away leaving an ache, and River, they were always coming from opposite directions in their timeline. What kind of life is that for a child? And now there was Clara, human and his. A child from their DNA would likely not make it far along before ending and leaving them empty. So adoption would be the only way.

“I’d want you to be the mother, obviously, of any small beings who joins our family.”

[shxreditch]

Clara chewed her lip.

She was good with children...But, parenting was different than watching someone else's children. When anything bad happened to Arthur, she felt a deep ache she struggled to explain. Another child could double that. Not to mention losing even more control...

"Well, let's think about the pros and cons before adding to the family. Arthur would be over the moon for a sibling. There are just things we need to work out first."

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor hummed in agreement with her, he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Well pro, Arthur would get his little sibling. And con, if we did acquire another child, we’d both have twice the worry but twice the love.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: 'I want a baby'

After having Arthur, Clara had convinced herself that one child was more than enough. Not that she didn't consider what it would be like to have two or more. And Arthur had been asking for a brother...But, she hadn't been counting on the Doctor bringing up the subject too.

She was a little shocked, but she stayed where she was—comfortably in the Doctor's arms. "As in...with me?"

[fearsasuperpower]

They were laying in bed enjoying the afterglow of their love making when he brought it up. His fingers idly played with her hair. They were bonded on a deepest level he’d only experienced three other times in his life, his first wife on Gallifrey, River and, now, Clara. And all three had made the yearning to father a child come to the surface.

Patience had given him three boys and a girl before the Time War stole them all away leaving an ache, and River, they were always coming from opposite directions in their timeline. What kind of life is that for a child? And now there was Clara, human and his. A child from their DNA would likely not make it far along before ending and leaving them empty. So adoption would be the only way.

“I’d want you to be the mother, obviously, of any small beings who joins our family.”

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Send 'I want a baby' for the receiving muse's reaction to the sending muse saying this to them.

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Someone telling her to stay calm was a sure-fire way for her to feel a bit of worry. It was always proceeded by something she possibly did not want to hear. But, she looked at the Doctor, giving him her full attention.

"I make no promises..."

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor chewed on the side of his thumb anxiously. He’d failed to full protect Arthur from everything, that included the casualties of being a little boy.

“Arthur fell off that one play structure he likes so much, the climbing one. And broke his wrist. He’s okay now, gave him a sedative to calm him down and put a cast on it.” The Doctor explained, heart aching remembering the big fat tears Arthur had cried, putting an impossibly small cast on his arm, tucking the calmed down boy into his bed and sitting with him til he fell asleep.

[shxreditch]

Nope. She could not possibly stay calm when hearing about something that happened to her son. Especially when she knew he had been in pain. Her eyes widened, then settled into a glare when she realized something...

"You kept this from me?" She didn't even try to keep the anger out of her voice. "I should have been phoned the moment you realized his wrist may be broken."

[fearsasuperpower]

“Shh, he’s asleep now.” The Doctor spoke in hushed tones, trying to tame the beast he’d just unleashed. “I didn’t think to call you, i was more focused on Arthur, it honestly was a blur. Dad skills kicked in. And he’s fine now, go look, he’s curled up in bed like it never even happened.”

[shxreditch]

Clara huffed a sigh. On the one hand, she was grateful that the Doctor cared so deeply about Arthur. But, on the other, she would have liked a phone call. Situations like these always left her feeling conflicted.

She knew deep down that he was in safe hands while she worked. And a broken wrist was a part of childhood, right? Still, she struggled to keep negative feelings from coming to the surface. Most notably sadness. I should've been there, she told herself. A deep frown appeared on her face as she made her way to Arthur's room, though it was replaced by a relieved smile when she saw the boy sleeping soundly.

[fearsasuperpower]

There was Arthur, just as the Doctor said, sound asleep where he couldn’t feel the pain of what happened. He had his arm with a cast up near his round face.

“A bot rusty at the whole ‘injury from playing’ thing but I think I did alright, by the time it was all done I was more upset than he was.” The Doctor looked at Clara with apologetic eyes. “I should’ve been there to catch him. It was my mistake for sitting off to the side. I’m sorry I let you both down.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Someone telling her to stay calm was a sure-fire way for her to feel a bit of worry. It was always proceeded by something she possibly did not want to hear. But, she looked at the Doctor, giving him her full attention.

"I make no promises..."

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor chewed on the side of his thumb anxiously. He’d failed to full protect Arthur from everything, that included the casualties of being a little boy.

“Arthur fell off that one play structure he likes so much, the climbing one. And broke his wrist. He’s okay now, gave him a sedative to calm him down and put a cast on it.” The Doctor explained, heart aching remembering the big fat tears Arthur had cried, putting an impossibly small cast on his arm, tucking the calmed down boy into his bed and sitting with him til he fell asleep.

[shxreditch]

Nope. She could not possibly stay calm when hearing about something that happened to her son. Especially when she knew he had been in pain. Her eyes widened, then settled into a glare when she realized something...

"You kept this from me?" She didn't even try to keep the anger out of her voice. "I should have been phoned the moment you realized his wrist may be broken."

[fearsasuperpower]

“Shh, he’s asleep now.” The Doctor spoke in hushed tones, trying to tame the beast he’d just unleashed. “I didn’t think to call you, i was more focused on Arthur, it honestly was a blur. Dad skills kicked in. And he’s fine now, go look, he’s curled up in bed like it never even happened.”

[shxreditch]

Clara huffed a sigh. On the one hand, she was grateful that the Doctor cared so deeply about Arthur. But, on the other, she would have liked a phone call. Situations like these always left her feeling conflicted.

She knew deep down that he was in safe hands while she worked. And a broken wrist was a part of childhood, right? Still, she struggled to keep negative feelings from coming to the surface. Most notably sadness. I should've been there, she told herself. A deep frown appeared on her face as she made her way to Arthur's room, though it was replaced by a relieved smile when she saw the boy sleeping soundly.

[fearsasuperpower]

There was Arthur, just as the Doctor said, sound asleep where he couldn’t feel the pain of what happened. He had his arm with a cast up near his round face.

“A bot rusty at the whole ‘injury from playing’ thing but I think I did alright, by the time it was all done I was more upset than he was.” The Doctor looked at Clara with apologetic eyes. “I should’ve been there to catch him. It was my mistake for sitting off to the side. I’m sorry I let you both down.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Someone telling her to stay calm was a sure-fire way for her to feel a bit of worry. It was always proceeded by something she possibly did not want to hear. But, she looked at the Doctor, giving him her full attention.

"I make no promises..."

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor chewed on the side of his thumb anxiously. He’d failed to full protect Arthur from everything, that included the casualties of being a little boy.

“Arthur fell off that one play structure he likes so much, the climbing one. And broke his wrist. He’s okay now, gave him a sedative to calm him down and put a cast on it.” The Doctor explained, heart aching remembering the big fat tears Arthur had cried, putting an impossibly small cast on his arm, tucking the calmed down boy into his bed and sitting with him til he fell asleep.

[shxreditch]

Nope. She could not possibly stay calm when hearing about something that happened to her son. Especially when she knew he had been in pain. Her eyes widened, then settled into a glare when she realized something...

"You kept this from me?" She didn't even try to keep the anger out of her voice. "I should have been phoned the moment you realized his wrist may be broken."

[fearsasuperpower]

“Shh, he’s asleep now.” The Doctor spoke in hushed tones, trying to tame the beast he’d just unleashed. “I didn’t think to call you, i was more focused on Arthur, it honestly was a blur. Dad skills kicked in. And he’s fine now, go look, he’s curled up in bed like it never even happened.”

[shxreditch]

@fearsasuperpower sent: “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Someone telling her to stay calm was a sure-fire way for her to feel a bit of worry. It was always proceeded by something she possibly did not want to hear. But, she looked at the Doctor, giving him her full attention.

"I make no promises..."

[fearsasuperpower]

The Doctor chewed on the side of his thumb anxiously. He’d failed to full protect Arthur from everything, that included the casualties of being a little boy.

“Arthur fell off that one play structure he likes so much, the climbing one. And broke his wrist. He’s okay now, gave him a sedative to calm him down and put a cast on it.” The Doctor explained, heart aching remembering the big fat tears Arthur had cried, putting an impossibly small cast on his arm, tucking the calmed down boy into his bed and sitting with him til he fell asleep.