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[jackienatfailure]

WHERE ARE ALL THE IRIS FICS? MY BABYYY 😭😭😍🥹🥹 someone pull up with a wlw fic where Iris meets an older woman who takes care of her and treats her like the cutie princess that she is.

[jtargaryen18]

House of Shadowed Roses ~ Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

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Words: 4k

Pairing: Edward (Loosely based off a “A Different Man”) x Live-in Companion Reader, Frank Adler x Live-in Companion Reader

Warnings: References to BDSM, possible drugging.

It's the end of your first week living in Edward's Mansion. Should you ignore the warning signs?

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site.

"Every single day And every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you..." - Every Breath You Take, The Police

It was Friday night and you were off for the weekend. It was the end of your first week in your new home and so far, things were going great. You'd gone to work each day. Each day you made it back to Edward's house to find him working out in the garden. And you took that to be a good sign. A sign that he was more comfortable with you now which was exactly what you wanted. He may have been unfortunate with the impact his physical condition had on his appearance, but underneath, Edward was a good man.

His kindness shined through in the way he always stopped what he was doing to walk to your car and help you unload any bags you had from the garden center or the grocery store. He'd ask about your day and you'd ask about his. If there was nothing to carry into the house, he'd show you what he'd been working on. And his work in the gardens was impressive. You had to admire someone so gifted helping things grow, arranging them to look so beautiful. The yard he kept was a work of art.

Today, as you navigated up the drive to the garage, you didn't see Edward. The garage door was already opened and Frank was working on his truck next to where you usually parked your small SUV. Edward kept his cars on the other side of the garage. You'd just cut the engine when Frank peered around the hood of the truck to see who was there, he waved at you. It was all you could do not to stare at the man.

Sweat glistened on his bare, sculpted torso as he leaned over the open hood of the truck, his powerful arms flexing with each measured movement. The golden glow of the late afternoon sun highlighted the ridges of his abs, the defined cut of his obliques, and the smooth lines of muscle shifting beneath sun-kissed skin. He had a few tattoos scattered over his arms and torso, and wouldn't you like to get a closer look at those? His short, tawny hair was tousled, damp at the edges from exertion, and a neatly trimmed beard framed his chiseled jaw.

Piercing blue eyes flicked up from the engine, sharp and assessing, as he wiped a streak of grease from his forearm with a rag. His hands—strong, capable, and roughened from years of hard work—moved with practiced ease, tightening bolts, checking connections, all while the low hum of country rock spilled from the truck’s radio. You slowly climbed out of your SUV, unable to look away from him, standing by your car like a moron.

A bead of sweat trailed down his collarbone, slipping over the curve of his chest before disappearing into the deep cut of his jeans, slung low on his hips. The smell of motor oil and warm leather clung to him, mingling with the faintest hint of cedar and spice from whatever soap he used.

He smirked as he caught you watching, one brow lifting in amusement. “You gonna stand there all day, or you gonna hand me that wrench?”

"Which wrench?" Yeah, he'd caught you. But holy shit, it was hard to care when he looked like that. 

When he pointed to a small wrench on the toolbox next to you, you grabbed it in a rush and walked it over to him. His gaze moved over you and a corner of his mouth curled up into a sexy half smile. "Cute."

It took you a minute to realize that he meant the scrubs you were wearing. They did nothing for your figure but the white scrub top you wore was covered in cartoon puppies and kittens and you assumed that was what he meant. One thing you were sure of? You didn't look nearly as good as he did.

"It was a crazy day," you told him. "We had a pregnant mother cat who delivered, five kittens. Someone brought their Dalmatian in for boarding." You shook your head at the memory. "His name is Pongo but they should have named him Houdini. He got away from one of the vet techs and we chased him from one end of the hospital to the other. And that was after all the spay and neuter surgeries this morning." 

Frank hummed as he worked. "You're going to be a vet one day?"

"That's the plan," you replied. 

"Edward mentioned you were taking a gap year," he went on. "Then you're resuming school here at the vet-med college?"

It was a complete change from the first time you met him when he'd been surly and rude. Now he was interested in your plans? 

Down girl.

"I am," you explained. "I'll be able to finish my degree there. I've got two more years to go."

"You think you'll stay here when you go back to school?" Frank wasn't looking at you as he asked his questions. He still focused on whatever he was doing under the hood of his truck. But you sensed that he was listening carefully for your answers. Edward had the same tendency. You couldn't read Frank well just yet so you had no idea why he wanted to know more about you. You wanted to be careful about what you said.

"I'm hoping I can stay here," you said. "Guess I'll just have to wait and see."

"Good," he said after a minute, seeming to finish his work. Grabbing the rag he'd hung on the open hood, he began wiping his hands. "Edward was going through a rough time just before you answered his ad. You being here seemed to pull him right out of that. You're good for him."

His kindness took you off guard. Of all the things you thought he might say, you didn't expect that. It had you grinning, "Thank you. All of this has been good for me too, I think."

You watched him start cleaning for a minute before heading back to your SUV to get the groceries you picked up. There were several bags but you could make it in a couple of trips. You grabbed several to make the first trip and you had to pass Frank to get into the kitchen. He stopped working as you approached him with the bags. You started when he grabbed the heavier reusable bag out of your hand.

"Can I take this to mean you're making supper?" he asked as he followed you in to the kitchen. "If you haven't already figured it out, Edward and I can only make about five decent things to eat between us."

"I thought I'd make a nice dinner," you explained, your whole body humming because of his close proximity. "I got some ribeyes, some potatoes, salad. I thought it would be a nice way to kick off the weekend."

"Hmmm. So that's why you were asking if anyone was a vegan or vegetarian last night," Frank mused. "That your way of saying you didn't like my meatloaf?"

That had you smiling. "I like your meatloaf," you admitted. "But you've been cooking every night this week. I thought I'd help out."

He followed you back out to the garage to get the rest and you felt his gaze on you. You weren't proud of the way your body was reacting to him. You weren't actively looking for a relationship. That didn't mean you couldn't enjoy someone's company. Especially with a body like that. Little electrical currents raced through your blood every time he spoke to you, when he brushed by you which was often. When you reached your SUV he made it around you to get the rest of the bags and carry them in like they didn't weigh a thing.

Damn.

"I think Edward will really appreciate dinner," Frank said as you followed him back to the kitchen. "We'll have to go down to the wine cellar and pick out a couple of bottles to go with it."

"Wait." It was the first you heard of it. "There's a wine cellar?"

He cut you a "don't be ridiculous" look over his shoulder as he placed the rest of the bags on the kitchen floor for you to sort.

"Can I go?" you asked. "So I know where it is?"

When he cocked a tawny brow at you, you realized that you didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "I promise I won't go down there and drink everything."

He cut you a smirk. Why did that remark amuse him?

"Come on," he whispered, motioning for you to follow him. Just beyond the kitchen was door that you'd assumed was just a closet, like an overflow for the pantry. But when he pulled the dark wooden door open, you saw it led to a narrow staircase. A switch on the wall turned the light on and you followed him down the flight of steps and into what appeared to be an enormous wine cellar. As big as it was, you would have expected to see some dust or cobwebs but there were none. All the shelves neatly organized, clean and perfect, just like the rest of Edward's home. Your new home.

Your mind spun with choices. A red would be nice to go with the meal. But did Edward like red wine? Where would you even find any of those in the enormous cellar where you stood?

Frank stood in front of you. "What are you thinking?"

You weren't nearly so sophisticated that you had a memorized list of the best wine to go with any meal. But you knew a few things thanks to having a couple of wealthy friends in college the first go around. "Maybe a Cabernet Sauvignon? Or a Zinfadel? You think he would like either of those?"

Nodding, Frank stepped around you, weaving through the dimly lit aisles with an ease that sent a ripple of unease down your spine. He moved with purpose, ducking into the next row without hesitation. You froze. How the hell did the handyman know his way around the wine cellar so well?

Before you could question it, he reappeared, carrying two bottles of wine. He handed one to you, and as your fingers curled around the glass, your gaze dropped to the label—2009 Château Lafite Rothschild. For a moment, all you could do was stare. That bottle had to be worth a small fortune.

"Will that work?" he asked, drawing your attention back to him. The smile he flashed you had your heart revving up. For a minute your mind was a complete blank. His eyes were so blue.

"It'll work," you said. "But it looks like it costs more than my SUV honestly. Are you sure we can have this for dinner?"

"Probably does," he said, holding a bottle of zinfadel in his hands and it looked just costly. "And yeah, whatever you want. It'll make him happy. In case you haven't figured it out, Edward's family left him a fortune."

They must have from the looks of everything around you. And you didn't miss the point Frank was trying to make. Edward had a lot of money, money to buy most anything he wanted apparently. But who did he have to share it with? Frank? You?

Frank watched you while you were lost in your thoughts. Finally, you nodded. "Thank you. These will be perfect then."

He followed you up the stairs and you swore you could feel the heat of him all the way to the top. You set about unpacking your groceries as he headed back out to the garage, trying discreetly to watch him walk away from you. Frank had a nice ass too. You couldn't beat your current situation. You were living in a mansion in exchange for running errands for a really nice man. On top of that, there was an amazing wine cellar and man candy. What more could a girl want?

Before you started dinner, you did want to clean up and get out of your stained scrubs. You had yet to enjoy a bath in that beautiful clawfoot tub. You promised yourself you would this weekend. Right now, you were anxious to get cleaned up and get back downstairs to start on dinner. After your shower, you pulled on your favorite jeans, a cute summer top and did a little makeup. Not much. You styled your hair and slid on your flats. You were all ready - except you couldn't find your phone. You swept all the normal places where you kept it but had no luck finding it. You remembered bringing it up to your room after work because you'd checked your messages as soon as you made it upstairs. Where the hell did you put it?

Thinking you may have left it in the pocket of your scrub jacket, you searched for that. You'd tossed your scrubs on the bed when you undressed. Your phone wasn't in those pockets but you checked around the bed to see if it had slid out and sure enough it was under your bed. While you were on all fours there to retrieve your phone you spotted something else that looked, at a quick glance, like a black stocking or tie. Once you had your phone, you reached back under there to grab the item but it was attached to something. It was attached to the bed itself. It wasn't long enough to pull it to the foot of the bed where you were. But when you tried pull it out from the side of the bed, you saw what it was. It was a nylon restraint.

That got your attention. Edward had tennants before you? Someone who had stayed in this room had been into a little BDSM? That had you curious enough to see if there were restraints at the other three corners of the bed but you found none. Interesting. On one level, you tried to tell yourself that different people were into different things. 

On another level, there was a small sense of foreboding that came along with that discovery. Worse, it wasn't like you could just casual ask about it. Maybe one day but...

Shoving your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, and tucking those thoughts away fro now, you headed back down to the kitchen to get started on the potatoes, the salad. The steaks were warming up to room temperature and you'd just started seasoning them when someone walked into the kitchen behind you. From the sound of the steps, you knew it was Edward. You smiled turning to give him a hug. 

"I was wondering where you were today," you said. "Have you had a good day?"

Edward just froze, staring at you with that one blue eye. Had you overstepped in hugging him? Was that what happened?

"I'm sorry," you rushed to say. "I should have--"

"No," Edward cut you off. "You just surprised me is all. That was nice. You can do that... whenever you like."

Thank God. You sighed in relief. 

"What's for supper? Frank said you were cooking tonight," Edward motioned to the counter where you'd been working.

"I am," you told him, letting him look over everything. 

When his gaze went to the wine bottles, you were once again hoping that it was okay. Approaching them, he lifted the bottle of red wine and nodded. "You pick this out?"

"No, Frank did," you admitted. "I told him what I thought might work with dinner and he picked them out."

"Good choices," he said. "I think I stole the bottle opener from here in the kitchen a couple of nights ago. Let me go get it."

Edward took the bottle of wine with him and you continued on with your prep work. In no time at all, he returned with the bottle opened, the corkscrew in his other hand. "We'll let it breathe for a minute. Then you can give it a try."

You were chuckling at that. "Probably shouldn't until I eat something or it will go straight to my head."

"It's the end of the week," Edward pointed out. "We'll live a little. You look beautiful by the way."

It was the second time since you'd met Edward he'd called you that. It wasn't that you couldn't take a compliment. You murmured your thanks.It was just the reverence he used when he said it. You really didn't know what to do with that.

He stayed by your side, peeling potatoes with an effortless rhythm while casually asking about your book collection. The conversation flowed easily—from the classics to the latest thrillers—and as you slid the au gratin potatoes into the oven, he reached into a cabinet for three wine glasses, filling two with deep, velvety red. One for you, one for him.

As you took the offered glass, he mused about how he could never get into Cormac McCarthy, dismissing the books as needlessly violent. You lifted the wine to your lips, taking a tentative sip—then another. The rich, smooth complexity of the flavor hit you immediately. It was, without question, the best wine you’d ever tasted.

You caught Edward watching you as you took another drink. "You like it?"

"I love it," you smiled at him. "But I'd better slow down or I won't be able to finish dinner."

"So you're a lightweight," he teased.

You winked at him. "Maybe."

You'd just started cooking the steaks when Frank walked into the kitchen. He'd cleaned up, wearing a fresh yellow shirt and jeans with a hole worn into one knee. Effortlessly handsome. "How do you like your steaks? Rare? Medium rare? Well done? Burnt?"

"Medium," Edward  told you.

"Rare. Can I help with anything?" Frank asked.

"Set the table," you told him.

"I could have done that," Edward said with a laugh, sitting on a stool at the island at the center of the kitchen.

"Could you?" You grinned at him. "The wine is strong."

"That it is," he told you.

Frank set the table in the dining room, and Edward wandered in, presumably to help as you finished plating the food. You carried out the salad plates first, pausing for a moment as you took in the scene. The table was set beautifully—crisp linens, polished silverware, and to your surprise, someone had even lit a pair of tall, slender candles, casting a soft glow over the room with the lights dimmed. The bottle of Zinfandel had already been opened, and glasses of ice water sat neatly in place.

Frank and Edward were deep in conversation, animatedly discussing Edward’s latest idea for revamping the yard. Their easy banter filled the space as you returned with the dinner plates, impressed by the warmth and attention to detail they’d brought to the evening.

"Someone was a waitress," Frank said with a smile as you placed his supper in front of him. 

"I was," you told him, grinning like a fool. You'd managed to put two glasses of wine down on empty stomach and you weren't drunk so much as you were mildly buzzed. It was a happy little bubble to be in. Edward's gaze was on you as you served him before taking a seat with your own plate, placing the expensive napkin next to it on your lap. 

"This looks amazing," Edward said with so much sincerity you didn't need to be able to read his expression. "Thank you."

"So, what's the big discussion?" you asked as you started eating. 

"I want to replace one of the flower beds outside with a walkway feature," Edward explained as he started cutting up his steak. "It would be situated off the stone path next to the house, a water fountain type feature that would match the path. I think it will look beautiful."

"And it will be a pain in the ass," Frank said. "Me helping you pluck out all of your little flowers and plants before I spend the rest of the summer on said water fountain."

"It won't take you very long," Edward told him, apparently knowing that would irk his handyman. 

"I've heard that before," Frank shot back as you listened, eyeing the fresh glass of Zinfandel and enjoying dinner. "Give it a try." He tipped his head in the direction of the glass before you.

While you preferred the red, it was incredibly good and it did pair well with the dinner you made. But you wanted to stay on the topic of Edward's gardening project.

"I can help the fountain project," you offered. It would give you another way to feel like you were earning your keep. 

"Not when you can cook like this," Edward chuckled. "I'd like to have this meal once a week honestly."

Okay, that was a good sign. "I can make other things too. It might not be the best idea to eat so much red meat."

"Let me enjoy something," Edward teased you. 

Dinner was nice tonight, different from the quick casual meals you'd had with them so far around the island in the kitchen, sitting on bar stools. In the elegance of the dining room drinking wine that cost God only knew how much and enjoying the dinner you made, you relaxed, content to listen to the two of them talk and rib each other. Somehow you made it through most of your meal, but weren't going to be able to finish it. You were increasingly sleepy, relaxed. 

When a pause came in the conversation, you yawned and stretched where you sat. A quick glance at your watch showed you it was almost ten. Deciding it was probably time to clear the dishes and clean up in the kitchen, you rose slowly from your chair. The floor rushed up at you a beat later and you were confused to find yourself sprawled on the polished wooden floor.

"Are you okay?" Frank's deep voice drew your attention to him, crouching on the floor next to you. 

"Why are we down here?" you asked, smiling at him. Frank was very handsome, concern flashing in his blue eyes.

"Good question," he told you, smiling.

"Would you mind helping her to her room?" Edward asked from somewhere. Where did Edward go?

"Yeah," Frank said, holding out a hand to you. "You think you can walk?"

"Sure," you said, missing his hand with your own. Why was standing up a problem?

"That's okay," Frank said, moving closer. The world moved around you as he scooped you up in his arms and just rose from the floor with you like it was nothing. You smoothed a hand over his chest, feeling the muscle beneath the unassuming shirt. You remembered seeing him earlier without his shirt on. You couldn't help thinking he should do that all the time.

"Goodnight," Edward called as Frank walked out of the kitchen with you in his arms. 

"But the dishes," you said, still running your hands over his chest. 

Frank chuckled, starting up the spiral staircase with you. His muscles bounced under your hand. "We'll do them in the morning," he said. "Right now you need to get some sleep."

Sleep sounded good. The air in the mansion was cool. When he reached the door of your room, he managed to open it and carry you in, straight to your bed. He was so careful when he lowered you onto it but you were reluctant to let him go. The surface of your bed was cold, making you shiver. Frank was warm, strong. You loved the way he smelled...

"Will you stay here with me?" you asked, hoping that sounded sexy but knowing it probably didn't. Frank's smile was goreous, had you sliding your arms around his neck, trying to pull him down to you.

"Not tonight," he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Sleep tight."

It was the last thing you remembered.

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Rocks and Rinthonians

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Request: Hi I’m a huge dr who fan and I love your work it’s possible do you think you could create a piece with the 11th doctor where they are on a planet fighting some Daleks and the reader gets injured but hides it until they are back at the Tardis where the reader collapses, then the doctor sees the blood and realized what’s happened and has to stitch her up. Thanks

Pairings: 11th doctor x reader

Warning: Typical Doctor Who Violence, angst, blood, and injuries

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“Let’s go to a mining planet, he said! There are pretty rocks, he said!” You mocked. 

The Doctor flashed you a glare. “It’s not my fault I didn’t know the planet was enslaved by Daleks!”

An explosion thundered nearby as scorching sparks flew in the air. Each spark reached out hoping to burn your skin. The Doctor quickly yanked you to the ground for cover. 

“EXTERMINATE!” The robotic voice of the nearby Daleks loomed over you and the Doctor. 

It was getting hard to focus on anything else besides that cold metallic voice. A unanimous voice you grew to know too well for your comfort. 

The Doctor’s brown hair flopped around as he peeked over the edge of the container you two were hiding behind. He glanced around the room, listening for any trace of the Daleks amongst the chaos of the planet. You didn’t understand how he could focus on anything and everything else besides the threat of death. 

You, on the other hand, were finding it hard to breathe as you closed your eyes and wished you had just stayed on the TARDIS and slept in just like you had promised yourself. 

“Right,” The Doctor said as he crouched back down next to you. “Not long before we reach the control room…” The Doctor’s voice trailed off as he noticed your panicked state. 

The next thing you knew his gentle hand was cupping your cheeks and his sparkling green eyes were staring right at yours. “We’re going to make it.” He comforted. His thumb trailed along your cheek as he raised his lips to kiss your forehead. “I’m going to grab your hand and then we’re going to run. I’m going to say some fancy words. We’ll stop the Daleks and save the day. How’s that sound?” He whispered against your skin. 

You find the courage to nod your head. 

“Good.” The Doctor smiled. Then he grabbed your hand. “Run!” 

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“Welcome to Rinth-678! One of the Rurn galaxy's greatest mining planets.” The Doctor spread his arms out as if presenting the planet to you. 

Like most planets you visited, the view always left you speechless. Even after all the time you spent travelling with the strange man with an even stranger blue box, you never got used to the sight of a new planet. The Doctor had promised you rocks and rocks you got. Icy blue mountains peaked up far above the clouds. The sight reminded you of the glaciers you and the Doctor had visited back on earth except these ones towered over you. You were sure they were ten times larger than Mount Everest. A belief that was soon confirmed by the Doctor as he spewed facts and information about the planet. From the taste of the soil to the economy of the planet. 

“The Rinthonians rely on their mining. An ounce of the ore could provide an entire ship with a whole year's worth of power!” The Doctor exclaimed as he led you around the planet like your own personal tour guide. 

You spun around trying to take in as much of the landscape as you could before the Doctor practically dragged you to a nearby city. It didn’t take long before the two of you snuck off into the mining facility armed with the trusty psychic paper. 

You always enjoyed seeing what the paper came up with each time its use would come in handy. This time you were Chief Mining Inspectors. Well, you were and the Doctor was your assistant. The Rinth planets believed in the superiority of the female sex. A treatment you were not quite used to back on Earth. Soon after, a guide was presented and then you and the Doctor were led straight to the source…and right into the hands of the Daleks. 

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“Daleks. Daleks, DALEKS. You messed with the wrong Doctor–wait, no that doesn’t work,” The Doctor whipped his head over to where you stood in the control room. 

“I think you’re looking for ‘the wrong man’,” You so graciously suggested. 

The Doctor smiled and returned to glare at the Daleks. “What she said.”

“Enough,” The lead Dalek enunciated. “The Doctor and the companion will be exterminated!” Then a chorus of EXTERMINATE sang throughout the facility. One would think you were in a church with how commanding the phrase was. 

“Ah, let me stop you right there. You see this?” The Doctor pointed to the console beside him. His sonic screwdriver was ready to release the signal. 

The Daleks were silent as they eyed the Doctor carefully. “You cannot stop the Daleks!” The Daleks sang once more. 

“See that’s where you’re wrong.”

“The Daleks can never be wrong!” The Dalek bellowed. 

“Just shut up will you!” You barked at the Dalek who turned to look at you. Its electric blue eye narrowed in on you. 

“You see, long ago when the power of the ore was discovered,” the Doctor explained, “The Rinthonians were smart, they knew that the power of the ore could get into the wrong hands, so what did they do…?” The Doctor turned to look at you as if he was a teacher calling on a student for an answer. 

“...They created a safeguard?” You muttered. 

“Exactly! Ten points to Hufflepuff! The Rinthonians, you know what they did, Daleks? They found a frequency that destroys the ore. It hit it at the core causing the ore to lose all sources of power. Brilliant people, the Rinthonians!”

The Doctor raised his sonic screwdriver and pressed a few buttons before pointing it back at the console. “In a few seconds, I will release the frequency, and with the boost of the sonic screwdriver, all the ore you have collected Daleks, all the ore on the planet will lose all power. The very power that keeps you and the other Daleks here alive. Boo ya!” 

The Dalek began to quiver and shake. “EXTERMINATE!” It shouted just as the Doctor turned on the frequency. 

It was hard to see what happened next. Sparks flew, lights went out, the Daleks screamed, and you fell to the floor. It hurt. You couldn’t tell if it was just going dark or if you were losing sight. You could only hear a loud ringing…Suddenly there was the Doctor. You could practically feel the worry dripping from his fingertips as he held your head in his hands. 

“I’m fine…” You croaked as your senses came back to you. 

Then you were enveloped in a hug. The Doctor was hugging you. Now everything seemed to move so fast. One minute you were in the control room of the facility and the next you and the Doctor were being paraded throughout the city like heroes. You smiled as the Rinthonians thanked you for freeing them from the Dalek’s control. Your smile grew tense as you felt something wet drip down your side. It hurt. Why was it hurting? Next thing you knew, you were back in the TARDIS. 

Home. The TARDIS chirped and whirred to life the moment you and the Doctor stepped back into her safe confines. The Doctor was brushing off the dust and wiping away his sweat before flicking some controls. His mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear his voice. Why couldn’t– The next thing you noticed were the black spots in your vision. Was the world always this swirly? You took a step forward falling flat into the darkness.

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Then there was light. It was a piercing and painful light, but soon the colours came into view. Colours became shapes. Shapes became figures. You smiled as you saw a mop of floppy brown hair resting near your hands. You felt compelled to run your hands through the hair, so you did. It was softer than you could have ever imagined. 

The Doctor sighed before shooting up in his seat next to your bed. His eyes were wide and alert as he looked over you. His view began to water when he saw your smile. Then he heard your voice. Oh, how he wished to take a picture and capture this moment forever. A moment that is never affected by time or space. A moment that never wilts like a rose or fades from view. This was forever. You were forever. 

“Doctor?” You whispered. Your voice was dry and coarse. 

The Doctor can’t control what happened next. He blamed it on the gleam in your eyes. You were alive. The flush in your cheeks said so. The breath in your lungs. He wished to breathe the same air as you. He wished to run his fingers over your cheeks. He wished to and so he did. 

Your eyes widened as his lips met yours. You smiled against his lips as he kissed you. You couldn’t help but kiss back. Then he pulled back. 

“Doctor?” You said again. 

His forehead came to rest on yours. His nose brushed against your nose. The two of you shared the same breath–The same life. 

“Don’t you ever do that again, my wonder girl.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, Star-boy.”

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The Wattpad story of Jackie Taylor and Nat’s twin sister starring at me in my drafts begging to be released 👁️👄👁️

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Rewatching Companion and my blood boils every time Josh opens his mouth and the way he treats my baby Iris 😭😭 she deserves a butch lesbian to take care of her.