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( @nctamused; twelve )

Donna swore she was going out of her mind. That had to be the only explanation. She sat on the information for days, stewing in her own head while convincing herself that she was losing her grip on reality. Secretly, she was absolutely terrified that this was it. She had had her time on TARDIS, with him. After all, she was supposed to spend the rest of her days in Chiswick, never remembering her time among the stars. The Doctor had other plans but she wondered if his fix was only temporary. She was scared of the idea of leaving him, especially now when she loved him as she did.

So she didn’t tell him at first.

Then she couldn’t take it anymore. Her emotions were all over the place. She could be tucked away in her a corner, her nose in a book and then all of the sudden she was filled with love. She knew emotions could be a fickle thing but she was convinced that this was not her love, but something else. Something different. It would come and go, pulsing until she would push off whatever she was doing in search of a distraction (because it felt like something else was inside of her, pushing at her edges and threatening to overtake her).

Donna found the Doctor, and her nerves flared. She knew he could sense things and he probably felt that. But she had kept the rest shielded from him, not wanting him to worry --- a foolish thing to do because in the end, she needed him to help her figure it out.

She moved to sit next to him. “Doctor,” she began quietly and then looked at him, feeling her (and yes, she knew they were hers) emotion swell like they did whenever she was near him. Still, in the background, it felt like there was something else, something foreign, trying to worm its way into this moment. She took a deep breath, ready to confess. “I think there is something wrong with me.” She reached for his hand and finally removed the roadblock that she had put in place. She was sure he could feel it too --- the strangeness going on inside of her.

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River had long since given up looking for the TARDIS when she heard that familiar sound. It had been three years since the sound had actually lead to that blue box and she’d started to agree that it was just her imagination. It wasn’t unusual for her to hear it on Luna, especially sitting at the park where there was a lot of noise and so she didn’t even look up from the pile of papers she’d been marking.

She kept marking only stopping when a few minutes later she heard her daughter laughing. She looked up with a fond smile expecting to see her playing with some of the other children. Her heart dropped when she saw another adult beside her instead and she was on her feet in moments suddenly wishing she hadn’t gotten out of the habit of keeping something more than a sonic screwdriver in her bag.

“Alba! We do not talk to strangers!” River was practically running to the little girl’s side but suddenly stopped a few feet away when she got a good glimpse of who it was the little girl was talking to. The hair was a giveaway never mind the clothes. “You?”

#nctamused #v: a motherly river

@nctamused said : ♗ ( for whichever muse you like and is easiest for you!!! 💙 ) ~ carp loves making icons

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Gale, GOD!!!!!! We’ve known one another for so long know?? We met in the OUAT fandom and you’ve been here ever since and I wouldn’t give up a single second of it! You’re so nice and funny and SUCH a good listener and writer. You truly deserve all the good and I would buy you a hundred more Beast funkos. I know I’m not the beeeeeeest to deal with it at times but thank you for dealing with me anyway, I love you okay?????????

#nctamused #;sir this is my emotional support literary bottom. (ooc)#<3

@nctamused cont from here:

The Doctor’s nose scrunched at the touch, mostly because it was so unexpected. Something he’d never expect from River, especially.

His head tilted slightly, confusion showing in his furrowed brows and the blinking hidden behind dark lenses. His mouth twitched into a slight smile, however, as he wondered, “What was that for? Not that I minded, of course—rather liked it, actually—but… Not something you’d usually do, is all,” he rambled, one hand slipping into his pocket to fidget as the other reached for her opposite hand.

His hand clasped hers in a gentle hold, long fingers twining with hers as he gave her palm a squeeze. “Liked it much better than a slap, anyway. Though, I don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant that, yet, and I hope I don’t for a while…”

“Maybe not yet,” she hums. “Or well, not with this face. You’ve grown quite a bit. Though well, one is always embarassed at their younger self, aren’t we?” She lets a small chuckle and her thumb gently traces his.

“Call it an apology,” she shrugs nonchalant, though her voice remains soft. She always is around him, it seems - well, this face in particular. “You didn’t have to eat the burnt cookie. But you did.”

#( ch ) river song #nctamused #for some really soft domestic vibes here #( queue ) know nothing

@nctamused asked: [ RELIEF ] : believing the other to be dead, our muses find one another and kiss out of sheer relief.

𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 || 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮!

HE HAD RETURNED.

GRANTED, HE WAS WEARING A FACE HE HADN’T ENCOUNTERED BEFORE, BUT WONKA - ZORANA - DIDN’T HAVE TO RECOGNISE THE DOCTOR TO KNOW WHEN HE WAS IN HIS PRESENCE. It was an instinct, something he had developed during their time together at the Academy, and it was a knack he had never lost, not even during the centuries they had been apart.

AS FOR THOSE CENTURIES, SO MUCH HAD HAPPENED SINCE THEN. Zorana himself had done his own fair share of exploring, before settling down for what he had hoped would be a peaceful existence on Earth - only for the Time War to occur. While having never received his official papers, he had nevertheless participated in his own way, on his own terms, comfortably doing his part while avoiding the all-seeing eye of Gallifrey. However, during it all, and despite the countless stories he heard of his friend’s endeavours, not once did they encounter each other, and that had been the hardest thing of all. Had he even survived? He didn’t know, and it had been something that had kept him ina near-constant limbo with his emotions - never settling, never being complacent, trying his hardest to carry on, even though he had the weight of a vital, unanswered question on his shoulders.

“...Doccy?”

NOW, THOUGH? IT HAD FINALLY BEEN ANSWERED. He was alive - a changed man, that much was certain, but he was alive, and in his factory, no less. The sight alone prompted a lifting of his spirits into the realm of utter bliss, and in no time at all, he was at the grey-haired man’s side, his eyes glistening with happy tears.

INSTINCT, AS IT TURNED OUT, WAS A FUNNY FELLOW. In this circumstance, it prompted him to gently cup his friend’s face in his hands and plant a firm kiss of relief on his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away - maintaining his hold, but allowing him a little space.

“It’s me, Doccy! It’s Zorana! Oh, Doccy, they told me you were dead!”

#SUB // . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 #. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮! (ASK)#nctamused

@nctamused liked this for a starter from Jack!

“Since when did you become a PROFESSOR? Would’ve let you tutor me all night.” He may be sat at the desk, in his chair, eating his food. But Jack was never one for politeness. Not when he was trying to make an IMPRESSIONABLE reintroduction. He grinned from his position, giving a tiny wave at the old bloke. “Sorry for DROPPING IN. Just couldn’t resist.”

#nctamused #ic #c; jack #v; main jack