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Depression Hit Me Hard by hxidxn
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Ally Sahyounie used to be a happy soul, but as she grows older, she found herself being a depressed teenager. To make it worse, the bad boy in her school wouldn't leave her alone. She thought he was just another jerk, but it turns out he isn't. Who knew a bad boy could help out in situations like this? They're known for breaking girls' hearts, being a player, and so on. When Luke Thompson - the very well-known bad boy in her school - came into her life, he made her realize she's so much more. Who knows, behind that arrogant smirk, is a caring soul? Warning: This story contains a shitload of swearing, you have been warned. This story may also be triggering in some parts, refrain from reading if it affects you. - Apologies if this story is not to your liking. -
Hello Sweetie by wholockedpsycho7
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River and the Doctor are finally at a point in their time stream where they are both married. Unfortunately for the Doctor, his father-in-law can be very protective of his not-so-little girl. And he has a pointy sword. But how complicated will things get when they meet Rose, Martha, Jack Harkness, and a variety of others? Not to mention the amount of danger faced on something as simple as a honey moon.... Read for plenty of fluff, awkward moments, and a surprise! (The beginning chapters aren't all that good, ok? I'm pretty sure I've immensely improved my writing skills since I wrote those. I promise, it gets better as you read.) Cover by ThaliaGrace3214 These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by BBC and Steven Moffat. No money is being made from them and no infringement is intended.
Every Breath She Takes [CURRENTLY ON HOLD] by WolfWynd
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Tales are told of the dark, where the snow lies deep in the streets, and all sounds are muffled. These tales are told around a kitchen table, where once they may have been told around the hearth fire; told to scare young children, to keep them from wandering at night. The night I disappeared was a night of darkness, where the snow was falling thickly, muffling the sounds. Only my breath could be heard.