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The Doctor and River Song + Being A Besotted Old Married Couple

I’m all yours, Sweetie.  Only River Song gets to call me that.

Bonus:

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐘 on this particular day, of all days [ ... ] though rarely expected, she was always welcome. alas, when he'd first addressed her, his back was turned. mulder found himself bespectacled, and remained hunched over a projector screen even after having received a response; melodic tone riddled with that oh-so-familiar english rasp LIKE A COLONY OF ANTS SWARMING A PICNIC BASKET!

a phantom smirk tugs the corners of his mouth into stubbled cheeks, but he has yet to swivel on the stool he occupies to acknowledge river visually ── he's piecing together a particularly damaged negative.

visitors often arrived at the most inconvenient of times.

quid pro quo, he expels a dry chuckle indicative that although his physical attention is fixed elsewhere, he's listening to what she says [ ... ] rudeness only stretches as far as duty before it fizzles. ❛   ────a girl? .. maybe. i guess that would sort of depend on a couple contributing factors. is she a pretty girl?  ❜ caustic humour, oftentimes to the amusement of exactly one (1) person who just so happens to also be named fox mulder. ❛   a woman like you, though? i get this unshakable feeling i'm going to have to carve out a block of time, which does tend to be easier when scheduled in advance.  ❜

at last, he seems to find himself in a better position to spin around and settle green eyes on @stormcaqe right as she appears to grow bored with that time-faded old photograph. his glasses are discarded as he scoffs. ( 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔? ) ❛   i'm working on it. not exactly a whole lotta free real estate in here, if you haven't noticed .. which i might add is exactly what i told agent scully when she asked that very same question.  ❜

“ pretty certainly isn’t the word i’d use. ” river muses, a bit of friendly flirtation in regards to herself, just for the sake of it, really. she has always been a fan of peacocking.

“ i don’t do appointments, agent mulder. unannounced visits are much harder to avoid. ” she makes a show of raising her eyebrows at the word, letting amusement slip into her voice, only a touch let some form of fondness take it’s place upon her tone; and she certainly can’t have that.

eyes fall on the singular desk, how much of the room it takes up, mountains of books and case files, she wonders just how much information is buried here: she always did love excavating . . . but she hardly likes to clean up her own messes, and what's the fun in doing all the work for him ? some things are meant to be discovered independantly, it makes the answers far sweeter, anyway.

“ maybe you just need a smaller desk. ” river retorts, not maliciously, though in a way that insinuates: compensating ? in reality it’s easier to keep just the one, moving another in and then having to move it out again would be a waste of time, the inevitability of expected abandonment. a self fulfilling prophecy if you aren’t careful.

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :           send a number  1 - 20  to take a closer look inside this characters mind and life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside what would be diary    /    journal entries from different moments throughout their life;       the good,       the bad,      and the ugly        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.