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Rory Williams was my tv boyfriend for awhile
Doctor Who
Imperfect Proposals and Happy Beginnings
Rory Williams x Amy Pond
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Prompt: Rory/Amy, it was stammered and awkward and he dropped the ring twice
741 words.
He had planned it for months. Well, really it was years if he was going to be honest about it, because in his whole life there had only ever been Amy Pond and sometimes he still couldn’t believe he wasn’t dreaming. So of course with all that meticulous planning and agonizing over the details he’d been through, it was all falling to shambles around him. First the car had broken down and he’d been splattered in mud trying to push it with Amy at the wheel. Then Amy had been splattered with mud when she had taken over (with much more success) and by that point they were an hour late for their dinner reservations at the snooty new-ish French restaurant that Rory had booked seven months in advance. When they had arrived, the head waiter with the funny French-sounding title and affected accent had wrinkled his nose at them (wrinkled his nose at Amy! If Rory had been the punching type he would have definitely attempted to defend her honour. But he wasn’t the punching type and it was all for the best, probably). They were ultimately turned away, their lack of punctuality, failure to meet the dress code requirements, and Amy’s attempt to intimidate the man into accepting them anyway cited as the reasons for their dismissal. In fact, he was pretty sure that they were banned from entering the restaurant. For life.
At this point, Rory was resigned to the fact that his life was and always would be a comedy of errors. This was only confirmed when he reached into his coat pocket and realized in a panic that the little velvet box was missing and oh god, oh god that was at least four months’ worth of pay and he had to find it, he had to find it right bloody now. Amy just watched on with amusement, finally interrupting his worsening dry heaves to say that she was going to run by the local fish and chippery to get them some food while he continued his little meltdown.
Good. Great. That gave him about twenty minutes to retrace his steps and try to find the ring. Rory had never been much of an athlete but he was pretty sure that he’d have broken records that night if anyone had been timing him. He ran through the park like a madman searching the ground wildly, then back to the French restaurant where he stammered unconvincingly at the head waiter again until security was called to escort him from the premises, and finally back at the car where he found the ring box wedged underneath the driver’s seat. He must have kissed the box at least twenty times from relief, fully aware that there were probably germs crawling all over it by now but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
He ran back to the park where Amy was already waiting on a bench with the papery package full of deep fried food that would no doubt one day clog their arteries, and no, focus on the moment, Rory Williams, focus! Exhausted and fully out of breath, Rory wasn’t even sure if he got down on one knee for the sentiment or to keep himself from keeling over due to lack of oxygen.
“Rory, what are you doing?” Amy asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m… you… m-me…” he wheezed out.
It only got worse from there.
He managed to stammer through the rest of his proposal, which mostly consisted of sentiments like how much he loved her (there might have been some unfortunate use of hyperbole there), and how much it would mean to him if he would marry her (worded wrong with more hyperbole, and really at this point what did he have to lose), and how much better this went in his head where things actually worked out. The fact that he had only dropped the ring twice and managed to save it from an overzealous magpie was almost a minor miracle.
After he’d finished, an awkward, heavy silence hung in the air between them as Amy’s eyes grew wider and wider, processing what had just happened. Rory was about ready to pack up the ring and start nursing a broken heart when she squealed, “Yes, you stupid oaf! Yes!” and tackled him to the ground.
“Ow,” was his first response. Then, “Really?”
“Yes, really!” Amy laughed and kissed him, “Now give me my ring!”
Imperfect Proposals and Happy Beginnings
Rory Williams x Amy Pond
Written for
comment_ficPosted here.
Prompt: Rory/Amy, it was stammered and awkward and he dropped the ring twice
741 words.
He had planned it for months. Well, really it was years if he was going to be honest about it, because in his whole life there had only ever been Amy Pond and sometimes he still couldn’t believe he wasn’t dreaming. So of course with all that meticulous planning and agonizing over the details he’d been through, it was all falling to shambles around him. First the car had broken down and he’d been splattered in mud trying to push it with Amy at the wheel. Then Amy had been splattered with mud when she had taken over (with much more success) and by that point they were an hour late for their dinner reservations at the snooty new-ish French restaurant that Rory had booked seven months in advance. When they had arrived, the head waiter with the funny French-sounding title and affected accent had wrinkled his nose at them (wrinkled his nose at Amy! If Rory had been the punching type he would have definitely attempted to defend her honour. But he wasn’t the punching type and it was all for the best, probably). They were ultimately turned away, their lack of punctuality, failure to meet the dress code requirements, and Amy’s attempt to intimidate the man into accepting them anyway cited as the reasons for their dismissal. In fact, he was pretty sure that they were banned from entering the restaurant. For life.
At this point, Rory was resigned to the fact that his life was and always would be a comedy of errors. This was only confirmed when he reached into his coat pocket and realized in a panic that the little velvet box was missing and oh god, oh god that was at least four months’ worth of pay and he had to find it, he had to find it right bloody now. Amy just watched on with amusement, finally interrupting his worsening dry heaves to say that she was going to run by the local fish and chippery to get them some food while he continued his little meltdown.
Good. Great. That gave him about twenty minutes to retrace his steps and try to find the ring. Rory had never been much of an athlete but he was pretty sure that he’d have broken records that night if anyone had been timing him. He ran through the park like a madman searching the ground wildly, then back to the French restaurant where he stammered unconvincingly at the head waiter again until security was called to escort him from the premises, and finally back at the car where he found the ring box wedged underneath the driver’s seat. He must have kissed the box at least twenty times from relief, fully aware that there were probably germs crawling all over it by now but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
He ran back to the park where Amy was already waiting on a bench with the papery package full of deep fried food that would no doubt one day clog their arteries, and no, focus on the moment, Rory Williams, focus! Exhausted and fully out of breath, Rory wasn’t even sure if he got down on one knee for the sentiment or to keep himself from keeling over due to lack of oxygen.
“Rory, what are you doing?” Amy asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m… you… m-me…” he wheezed out.
It only got worse from there.
He managed to stammer through the rest of his proposal, which mostly consisted of sentiments like how much he loved her (there might have been some unfortunate use of hyperbole there), and how much it would mean to him if he would marry her (worded wrong with more hyperbole, and really at this point what did he have to lose), and how much better this went in his head where things actually worked out. The fact that he had only dropped the ring twice and managed to save it from an overzealous magpie was almost a minor miracle.
After he’d finished, an awkward, heavy silence hung in the air between them as Amy’s eyes grew wider and wider, processing what had just happened. Rory was about ready to pack up the ring and start nursing a broken heart when she squealed, “Yes, you stupid oaf! Yes!” and tackled him to the ground.
“Ow,” was his first response. Then, “Really?”
“Yes, really!” Amy laughed and kissed him, “Now give me my ring!”