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flightlessangelwings · 7 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 30- Cunnilingus

Thirteenth Doctor x fem!reader

Word count- 1.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), oral (reader receiving), pining, feelings, fluff, praise, no use of y/n

Notes- My wifey how I've missed writing for her!!! I actually got to meet Jodie too and she's just as nice and pretty in person too!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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You missed her. It had been weeks… months since you last saw the Doctor and every day without her was agony. She promised she would be back, though, and you knew she wouldn’t break a promise to you. All you had to do was wait for her. But, the waiting was harder and harder every single day.

A knock at the door made you jump from your thoughts, and without a second thought you bolted for the door. Your heart pounded in your chest as your trembling hands opened the door. Hoping against hope, there was only one face you wanted to see on the other side. And your heart almost burst from your chest when you saw…

“Doctor,” you breathed in relief, “Is it really you?”

The Doctor looked up from where her gaze was focused on the floor, and her face lit up as he whispered your name, “It’s me, love,” she lingered in the doorway for a moment, “I’m sorry I was gone so long. I…”

In your relief, you didn’t care what happened and you crashed your lips into hers in a heated kiss. Explanations can happen later, right now, all you wanted to do was feel her, have her close to you. You wrapped your arms around her, and your heat bloomed when you felt her embrace you as well. Guiding her inside, you fumbled with the door while never breaking away from her lips.

“Well this was a nice welcome,” the Doctor laughed between kisses as she caressed your body.

You broke away just for a moment to look into her eyes, “I missed you, Doctor.”

She smiled sadly as he cupped your face, “I missed you too, love,” her eyes lingered on yours for another moment. The Doctor breathed your name as her thumb brushed across your cheek, “Come here,” she leaned in and kissed you again, this time slowly yet deeply.

You moaned into her as you clung to her coat. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let her guide you across the space; she knew the layout well enough by now. Without even opening your eyes, you knew where she was leaning you, and it sent a pulse of need through your body right to your core.

The Doctor led you through the doorway to your bedroom, and spun you around so that your back was to your bed. Without hesitation she pushed you down so that you landed on your back, and she smiled brightly as she watched you bounce on the mattress.

“Doctor…” you whined as you immediately parted your legs for her.

“That’s my girl,” she purred with pride as she slipped her coat off.

A needy whine escaped your lips before you could stop it. In a rush of desperation, you quickly undressed yourself, knowing what that look in her eyes meant without the words needed. The Doctor grinned with satisfaction and she slipped off her shirt and pants before she crawled on top of you.

“Just as beautiful as I remembered,” she cooed before she took your lips with hers.

“So are you, Doctor,” you breathed between kisses. You bucked your hips against hers in a silent plea, “Please… It’s been so long… I need you.”

The Doctor looked down at you, her hand on the side of your face tenderly, “I know, love,” she placed a light kiss on your lips, “I am sorry I was gone so long,” she paused as her eyes trailed up and down your figure, “Let me make it up to you.”

“Doctor… Ahhh…” you cried out as she kissed her way down your body, stopping at your breasts to lick and suck at your soft flesh. Your hands landed in her soft hair as she circled your nipple with her tongue, eliciting louder moans from you. Arching your back, you lost yourself in your touch as she kneaded your other breast.

“That’s it,” she cooed. The Doctor shifted herself and continued to kiss her way down your stomach. Her breath ghosted over your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt. But when she reached your pussy, she paused, lost in admiration for your body. “Lovely,” she murmured as her fingers ran along your folds, teasing you with her light touch.

“Please,” you begged as you blinked your eyes open and met her gaze as she looked up at you from your parted legs, “Doctor…”

“Shh,” she shushed you gently, “I’ve got you, love.”

Not wanting to tease you anymore, and having missed you just as much if not more than you missed her, the Doctor dove into your pussy with an open mouth. She savored the scream you let out as her lips made contact with your skin for the first time in a long time. You tasted even better than she remembered, and the Doctor was instantly hooked on you once more.

She moaned into you, a rush of need pulsing through your veins as she devoured you. Her tongue ran up and down your folds, exploring your pussy like it was the first time. You moaned loudly as your hand landed in her hair, gently tugging it as your hips bucked into her face.

“Fuck… Doctor…�� you cried out as your skin warmed.

The Doctor groaned into you as she grabbed onto your thighs, parting them more. She nodded her head up and down as her tongue hit your clit over and over again. Losing control of herself, she rutted against the bed, desperate for some fiction for herself. Between the beautiful sounds you made and the intoxicating taste of you, the Doctor lost herself for a moment. Nothing else in the world- in the universe- mattered. All she wanted to do was taste you for hours, to give you a pleasure unlike anything else.

“Shit… Doctor! Right here!” you moaned as you felt dizzy from the way she worked you with her tongue.

She smiled against you as she turned her attention fully to you. Determined to send you over the edge, the Doctor moaned into you as she picked up her pace with her tongue. Her movements were precise and calculated as she licked and sucked as your clit until your legs started to shake under her grip.

Heat rose in the room as your moans grew louder and louder. You saw stars as your climax hit without warning while the Doctor’s tongue ran up and down your folds. Your entire body shook as you screamed loudly and threw your head back against the mattress. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you gushed into her mouth.

She didn’t stop, not until she was sure she had pulled every once of your climax from your body. It was only when you let out a whimper that she reluctantly pulled away with a loud pop. The Doctor pushed herself on her elbows and watched as your breasts rose and fell from your heavy breaths as you came down from your high.

Feeling her gaze on you, you blinked your eyes open and smiled when you locked eyes, “Doctor,” you breathed as you reached and caressed her face, “Welcome home,” you whispered.

The Doctor smiled back at you as she leaned into your touch, “It’s good to be back, love,” she kissed your palm before her tone dropped and she smirked, “But I’m not done with you yet.”

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worfs-glorious-hair · 7 months

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Greetings beloved people!

Io and behold, my first time writing smut!

Thirteenth Doctor x (Genderneutral) Reader: Sex Pollen on a beautiful moon - shameless smut edition!

Reader is AFAB and body parts are referred to by name but I did not use any pronouns to refer to the reader themselves!

No beta, we die like men! I wrote this instead of sleeping! Enjoy!

********* Smut is way under the cut!*************

Bouquet (13 x Reader)

“This is the best day to go exploring with Y/N!”, the Doctor exclaimed excitedly while grabbing your hand to pull you with her towards a glittering field of flowers with an equally vibrant forest shimmering on the horizon.

You laughed, thrilled to be chosen by her to spend a day with her. To be close to her and to see her contagious, a billion galaxies erupting in light, smile.

Travelling with the Doctor was like a fever dream, in the best and worst meaning. At times so dangerous and scary that you were afraid to take just one more step. Usually the Doctor would then turn around to you and would encourage you to go on.

“Come on, Y/N,”, she would say with her beautiful eyes full of stars and her scrunched nose and deliciously curved lips, “I need your help here, I can’t do it without you!”

And at other times it was so unbelievable and beautiful that you feared you would wake up and find it all not to be real.

Today you had landed on a small moon of a busy planet.

Yaz, Graham and Ryan had decided to go shopping and sightseeing on the planet below and you and the Doctor had dropped them off and then she had told you about the rich nature and brilliant, crystal clear flowers and and jewel-like singing tress on the moon that she knew you would love to see.

And now you were here, running with your Doctor through the field, feeling the buzzing life around you in the air, trying to keep up with her, even though she was still holding your hand.

“Isn’t it brilliant?”, she screamed and you nodded, a little out of breath.

You reached a little island of colorful bushes and some small trees on the field and you motioned towards them.

Something urged you to take a closer look.

“Can we take a break there? I need to see these colours up close!”, you asked-yelled and the Doctor just grinned and changed the direction towards the closest tree.

It looked just like an earth-birch, but instead of being white and black was this one light-blue with specks of gold and purple.

You inspected the tree closer and found some tiny red glowing mushrooms growing on it.

“Adorable”, you mused to yourself as you smelled the sweetest, fullest fragrance you have ever smelled.

You looked to find the source and it turned out to be coming from the purple, nearly black flowers that were blooming on a nearby bush. Leaning closer you breathed in deeply.

The scent was flowery, surprisingly heavy for such fine, delicate flowers and with a spicy depth that reminded you maybe of musk, or maybe of naturally scented woods like cedar or sandalwood. Something earthy, rich and dark. Something warm that heightened your senses, with a hot burning flame beneath.

“Doctor…”, you turned to look for her, when you heard your name being called at the same time.

“You have to smell these flowers!”, you continued to say unison and you both laughed when you realised it.

“You found the flowers as well?”, you asked and stepped aside to let the Doctor smell your flowers.

She breathed in deeply and smiled contentedly.

“It reminds me of you”, she said and you froze in your movements.

You had just turned to smell the flowers the Doctor had found, which were the same ones as you had seen and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“Oh I wanted to say the same thing”, you said cheerfully, only rarely registering that you had said that out loud what you would usually had only thought.

Mentally you shrugged and couldn’t care less.

The Doctor’s eyes lit up and the stars in them shone brighter than ever before.

She smiled her happy, toothy smile and you beamed back at her.

Smelling the flowers again, inhaling deeply, you decided to pick one.

“Here”, you offered the flower to the Doctor.

“It’s for you, you should wear it in your hair. I love it when you wear pretty things, it makes you even more beautiful…”

And another thing you would usually never had said out loud. How odd.

The Doctor’s eyes grew even bigger with joy as she took the flower from you and carefully pushed the stem behind her ear and arranged her hair around the flower.

“You should have one, too”, she said and picked one for you.

You placed your flower just like she had done and when she rose her hand to help you secure it, she stepped closer to you than it would have been necessary.

You gulped and felt oddly brave, so you grabbed her hand, when it was close to your face and kept it in place.

Something was burning inside of you, flooding your nerves and senses, rushing through your veins in your blood, making you feel the air tingling on your skin. You were suddenly very aware of your body in your clothes, feeling very hot and very bothered.

You felt your nipples stroke against the fabric of your bra and you felt your panties over your tingling and pulsating vulva. Of course they weren’t providing any friction.

But you wanted friction. Badly.

You felt how the Doctor’s usually cool hand close to your face, that you were holding got hotter as well. Maybe her skin burned as much as yours. Maybe her core felt just as yours did. All tingly and wet.

This thought sent even more heat through your body, tangling into a ball of arousal deep in your lower abdomen.

Your eyes were locked into each other, standing there, you felt your heart beat as you were unable to blink.

The Doctor made a step towards you and it made your eyes flicker to her lips, parted and wet, she must have been licking them.

The thought of her tongue flicking made the ball inside of you coil even closer together.

You were relatively the same height as her, so it did not take much to kiss her.

And so you did.

Using your free arm to pull her the remaining centimetres towards you, keeping your grab on your hand, you kissed her.

She responded immediately, opening her mouth for you, strangled sounds coming from her as you kissed her with everything that you’ve got.

It was an open mouth, very wet kiss, an all-consuming, senses overflowing kiss, it was her and her lips and body and nothing else.

She used her other hand to really get a hold of your face, pulling it closer to her, while pushing her knee and thigh between your legs.

You yelped into her mouth, as she pushed a sturdy seam on the inside of your jeans between your labia, exactly where you wanted some friction to be.

You started grinding on her knee and thigh, rather subconsciously, while you tried to remove her coat, kind of blindly, eyes half-way closed and mind filled with her kiss.

She had broken away from you, as the need for air took over and had opted to kiss, suckle and nibble at your jaw and neck instead.

She was working on opening the buttons of your blouse, while you tried to push down her suspenders after having successfully took off her coat from her, when she jumped back, as if she was hit with an electric shock.

“No!”, she gasped for air, making a big step back from you.

“Ohhh, Y/N, I am so, so sorry!”, she panted, a pained expression all over her face.

Your mind barely registered her words, you felt the emptiness, you felt rejected and betrayed and still so, so hot!

You were burning from the inside out!

You still felt your nipples, your tingling core and now warm and very wet underwear. You only wanted her lips back on your skin, so you made a few, shaky steps towards her.

“Ohhh”, she groaned, hands running over her face and through her tousled hair, which was your work, a proud part inside of you pointed out.

“Stupid, stupid Doctor!”, she muttered to herself, while hitting herself on the forehead.

“I should have recognised them… I should have… Think! Think! Think! Concentrate! Concentrate! You have to bring your Y/N out of here! No kissing, kissing is bad!”

You had only listened to her with half an ear, your body and soul hurting from her rejection. Why else should she have pushed you away, if she did not want it as bad as you did?

Maybe you were the only one with burning skin and a desperate pussy.

You rarely considered the whole oddity of the whole situation, how you had acted on your desires so suddenly, how your desires had manifested themselves so quickly on a physical level, when you usually sucked them up and stored them away somewhere deep inside your heart, never even considering to act on them in real life.

So you missed the pained expression on the Doctor’s face, how her chest heaved and how she fought for control over the danger she had put you two into unknowingly. And how she fought down her desire.

You only felt rejected and your soul cried in bitter pain. But your body had it way worse. Had it been a sweet pleasurable desire before, an exciting ache while you had kissed the Doctor was it now an actual pain.

Your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin felt open and irritated and the pressure in between your legs was more than you could bare.

“Y/N. Y/N! Look at me!”, you suddenly saw how the Doctor’s face came into your field of view, kind of blurry, so you tried to blink to get her image clear.

“We were drugged. You need to concentrate. Y/N!”

The word ‘drugged’ had enough effect on you that you managed to finally see her clearly, you tried to focus on her words and the information she wanted to give you.

No, not her lips! Not her soft flushed skin! Not the lips. Not her sparkling eyes! Her words! Her words! Important words!

“Listen to me! Those pretty flowers contain pollen that are toxic to most humanoids…”

“Toxic?”, you managed to blur out. “Are we going to die?”

The Doctor looked at you with her continuous worried, pained expression.

“How — how — how are they toxic? I don’t feel poisoned. But my body hurts!”, you started crying.

“Please make it stop! It hurts so much!”

Hot tears streamed down your face and you desperately tried to rub yourself over your panties inside of your jeans but it did not do much.

“Pl-please!”

You fell to the ground, legs spread wide and you still tried to find release by fervently rubbing over and through your now soaking wet clit and slit.

But it was too wet, your fingers couldn’t do anything, they were unsuccessfully slipping over your skin and you groaned and cried in frustration and pain.

“This is what the pollen do”, the Doctor tried to explain the situation as easy as possible. Also as quick as possible.

“They arouse most humanoids sexually and if they don’t get to climax within three hours the nervous system and the brain could get severe damage. I am so sorry!”

The Doctor had crouched next to you and was biting her lips and pressing together her own legs. If you would have been able to read her body more closely, you would have seen the sweat on her forehead and neck and chest, her panting and her dilated pupils. She was in as much pain as you and her hearts burned with the same desire for you as your heart did for her.

“I will get us out of here and find a solution, I won’t let anything happen to you! I promise!”

She helped you to sit up and to close your jeans again and you saw everything clear as day.

“You don’t want me!”, the thought sobered you up enough to look at her properly and to think like a human being again.

“You don’t want me!”, you repeated, now with an aching heart that nearly lessened the ache in your core.

“Can I do it myself?”, you asked and stood up on shaky legs, pushing yourself up from the ground in a very ungracious way.

The Doctor stood there and watched you with furrowed brows and lips a thin line.

“Do what yourself?”

“Climaxing…”, you answered and stomped towards the TARDIS, not being waiting for her answer.

Legs feeling wobbly and every step was a sensory hell.

Your still felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra, the tightness and the coiling of your insides, your throbbing clit and the seam of your jeans against your slit with every second step.

But now you were also angry.

Angry at the Doctor, angry at yourself that you had let it come so far and angry that you were still so incredible aroused that you just wanted to hump the nearest tree to find release.

“Please Y/N…”, a soft hand on your arm stopped you right in your tracks and you found yourself face to face with the Doctor. Still your Doctor with the beautiful eyes and deliciously curved lips and the soft blond hair, that now looked very dishevelled, still the woman you wanted to kiss, taking all of her in, tasting her everywhere, the woman you wanted to hear scream out in pleasure as a result to your fingers, your tongue on her, inside of her …

“Wait please, don’t go like this!“, the Doctor pleaded with big, desperate eyes, pupils huge.

She sighed heavily and bowed her head in defeat.

“It is not that I don’t want you, on the contrary. I want you so much and I know I shouldn’t. I promise I’ll find a cure for you. Just kiss me again, please! I promise I’ll— “

The sound you let out was a high-pitched moan of relief and eagerness as you pressed your lips to hers again.

And immediately the pain subsided, leaving the pleasurable ache once again behind.

The Doctor’s kiss was eager, eager to please you, taste you, feel you.

Her fingers finished unbuttoning your blouse and impatiently helped you out of the sleeves.

Your burning skin was immediately met with a cool breeze that made you shiver in the most stimulating way.

The Doctor kissed your neck, right at the juncture to your shoulder at the soft hollow above your collarbone and you sighed and sighed and sighed out loud.

The Doctor’s lips and tongue, wet and warm, were working on your shoulder while her skilled and quick fingers opened your bra. She only stopped kissing your shoulder for a second to pull the straps of the bra down your arms and the moment your sensitive nipples were hit with the gently blowing breeze around you, you threw back your head and screamed out in pleasure.

This was what you had wanted all the time, since this madness began.

So the Doctor went immediately towards your left nipple, she licked across it, once, twice, thrice and then very gently grazed it with her teeth.

She held you stable with one arm and used her other hand to pinch and stroke your right nipple.

You arched yourself towards her and tried once again to remove her suspenders, this time you succeeded as far as it was possible to the point, where she held you tight.

She unlatched from your breast and you let out an involuntary sound of disappointment.

“Shhh”, the Doctor quickly kissed you

“One second, my love!”, she murmured close to your lips and and finished taking off her suspenders, while you tried to kiss her again.

“I just want to lay out my coat for you. I don’t want you to come while standing up, I want you to feel as comfortable and good as possible. I’ll be quick!”, she purred and quickly took her coat from the ground, gave it a shake and laid it flat out.

While she had worked with the coat you had opened your jeans and were just about to pull them down as her hand stopped you.

“Let me help you with that!”

And the Doctor pulled down your jeans, helped you to step out of them and then kissed the hemline of your panties.

“We do not need them anymore, do we?” Her voice was like melted butter and you squirmed.

Everything inside of you was throbbing in painful anticipation, your nipples hard, begging to be touched again and you just wanted to ride the Doctor’s face until you came.

Laying down was overrated!

“Ple-please, ge’em off…”, your voice was slurred but the Doctor understood anyways.

She kneeled down in front of you and pulled your underwear down.

She sighed excitedly at the sight of your now fully exposed body.

“I have dreamed of this moment!, she admitted, while looking up to you through her lashes.

“Likewise!”, you answered with a slurry voice and she grinned happily.

And it was a sight for the gods — the Doctor on her knees for you, her hands tightly on your thighs, admiring every inch of your body with endless hunger in her eyes.

She looked at every jiggly curve and soft, dimpled patch of skin, every warm and oh so human part of you and looked as if she was offered every answer to every question in this universe.

“Lay down!”, the Doctor commanded as you tried to throw one of your legs over her shoulder, to get her face where you wanted it the most!

You eagerly complied, laying down on your back on her coat.

The ground beneath it was surprisingly lush, soft and plush, nothing like hard, uncomfortable grounds you knew from home on Earth. You had slept on beds that were not even half as perfect and snuggly as this random meadow on a random moon.

‘Sex moon’ your cloudy mind corrected.

It was like the moon wanted people to be comfortable after they inhaled the flower’s pollen.

You opened your legs for the Doctor and she crawled between them, but not before taking everything of your exposed sex in.

The still gently blowing breeze danced over your slick, wet bare core and provided you with a delicious tickle of sensual cold, that made your whole body tingle in lust.

You bucked your hips aimlessly into the wind, as if it could provide you with some friction.

While the wind was cool, you were getting hotter and bothered by the second.

The Doctor’s eyes glittered and she beamed at you.

“You are even more beautiful than I imagined you would be! So wet, so hot, so ready for me…”

Normally you would have been ashamed, self-conscious or shy at words or even looks like hers but the untameable desire in you burned all of your fear or shame down to dust. What was left was your lust, your passion and your love for the Doctor.

And your need for the Doctor to finally, finally touch you.

But after the Doctor was done with her admiring, she crawled on top of you, kneeling between your legs and took once again your nipple in her mouth. You groaned in frustration and pleasure.

This was not were you wanted her tongue to go.

You were still bucking your hips, this time towards her, as she pushed two fingers into your vagina.

You yelped and moaned out loud as her thumb started to stroke your clit.

“More, more, more”, you pleaded with each thrust as you still bucked, now at her hand.

And she added a third finger. She pushed knuckle-deep inside you, curled her fingers upwards and also sucked and nibbled on your nipple with even more force.

“Ahhhh!”

You cried out, pleasure and lust washing over you and yet it was not enough.

“Ahhh, MORE!”

She let go of your nipple and smiled at you, you looked at her a little confused and questioning but her fingers still pumping inside of you and massaging your clit kept you occupied.

“I have something for you, let me get it…”

She slowed down her pace and reached around into the pocket of her trousers and took out her screwdriver.

You watched her every move and as she put it to a low vibrating setting you were starting to be intrigued. You even forgot your disappointment about her slower movements.

“Lift your bottom, please, my love”, she urged you and you raised your butt even higher into the air, you had it partially there anyways to meet her hands and movements.

She removed her fingers from you and you looked at her angrily, you were too weak, to lust-stridden to express your disappointment vocally.

She shook her head.

“Don’t be angry at me, you asked for more and I will give you more!”

And she carefully parted your buttocks and placed her buzzing screwdriver right between them.

The screwdriver’s vibration went over your anus as well partly towards your vagina.

You bit your lips, this was going to be very good!

And the Doctor returned to insert three fingers inside you, immediately starting pumping and massaging your clit with her thumb and biting and pulling on your nipples.

She varied the directions of her tongue on your nipple, drew numbers and letters and all kind of patterns onto you clit with her thumb and took all the time in the world to fill you out with her fingers, stroking, massaging your insides and curling her fingers, finding out which directions got you to scream the loudest…

The vibrating screwdriver on your ass added extra pleasure and you were not holding back.

You bucked your hips, rode along the screwdriver, as much as you could, took her fingers in and screamed out your pleasure into the world around you.

Your moans and screams echoed around you in the forest and it just turned you on even more.

And what you did not know was that the Doctor was a mess, hearing you, hearing the echoes of your screams, feeling you, your wetness all over her hand and your beautiful breast in her mouth made her insides burn just as much.

And then you came. You bucked your hips against her one last time and screamed louder than before. It just came over you.

An orgasm so intense like you never experienced it before.

You think you blacked out for a moment, overcome with your hot, intense relief.

You panted and slowly came back into your body.

And the Doctor?

Her body ached and ached and ached, her desire just as hot as yours, she could not wait to come herself. To be touched by you, to be held by you…

She had carefully continued to pump her fingers inside of you through your orgasm, now she took them out again, stroke over your clit one last time and kissed the nipple she had last worked on.

You laid back, panting.

You slowly came back into your body and took the Doctor in, how she sat between your legs, and grinned.

Your aching, burning pain had subsided but was not gone completely, it had turned down enough that you knew that this had been incredible but that your Doctor was there and still unpleasured. Still unsatisfied.

She rocked back and forth, pushing her legs together.

“Hmm…” You sat up and cocked your head to the side.

“Looks like it’s my turn now to be good to you. Don’t you think?”

“You do not have to do it. I can take care of it myself, you do not have to do anything…”

You sighed, sometimes (very often) you wondered what was going on inside this woman’s head. Did she still think that you did not want her, did not want to touch her?

“Ohhh, no… I want to… desperately”, you darted forwards and kissed her neck, sucking on her skin, her hands immediately grabbed your waist and she sighed, laying her head back to give you more space to kiss her and you smiled against her skin.

“And I also want to make you scream, like you did to me…”, you whispered into her ear, after you sucked on her earlobe.

The Doctor shivered at your words and groaned softly at your soft lips on her ear.

She wanted your lips everywhere!

“But first we need to remove that”, your finger tips graced the neckline of her shirt and she nodded, eyes glued to you.

She raised her arms and you helped her out of her shirt and the tank top with the broad straps underneath and you found that she was also wearing a simple bra.

You removed it and immediately kissed her shoulders, upper chest, breast and nipples like she had done to yours.

She moaned, it was a high-pitched surprised sound that made you smile proudly and that also made your insides tighten again.

You stroke down the sides of her body with soft, determined fingers and stopped at her trousers. You looked up at her and she nodded wordlessly, her eyes still big and in awe.

So you opened her trousers and pushed them down, while she laid back and lifted her cute bottom to the air to assist you.

When she laid there, bare and open, you admired her, just like she had done when you had laid there before her.

But she pushed her legs together and also crossed her arms over her chest.

“Are you uncomfortable? Should I stop?”, you looked at her with a worried expression, you were confused by her actions, but yet she was visible aroused and wanted you. Were the pollen affecting her differently than you?

“I never slept with anyone in this body!”, she admitted, the words tumbling out of her as if she was afraid that she would never say them if she was not quick enough.

“I do not really know how. I want you to feel good and safe and… I don’t know what to do…”, she added with big, worried puppy eye.

“I have a few ideas”, you grinned and laid down next to her on your side.

“You don’t have to do anything and if you don’t like it or I am bad at it we stop and try something else…”

The Doctor looked at you with pure desire in her eyes and you felt her squirm next to you.

“Now…”, you carefully swung a leg over her and straddled her, “I’ll start kissing your neck, we know you enjoy that!”

And with that you were back at sucking, nibbling, softly biting and marking her neck, wandering down to her chest, to her stomach and then finally to her pelvic area.

While you had been working on her, she became first finally relaxed and had then slowly started to open up to you and your touches.

“Ohhh Y/N!”, she had moaned and her legs had opened and her hips bucked and you could not hide a pleasant shit-eating grin, while you kissed her down her stomach.

Your hand carefully parted her legs a little wider and palmed her vulva, she bucked against it immediately.

You grinned again.

You could not believe your luck, the Doctor moaning your name in pleasure, bucking and rutting against you, asking for more from you…

You went on to kiss over her stomach and her lower abdomen and stopped right before you reached the insides of her thighs.

“Hnnnghhh, Y/N… Please!”

Oh how you wanted to hear that, to hear her moan and beg for more from you.

And you happily obliged.

You opened her folds with one hand and kissed directly onto her hot, wet core.

She jolted up, as your lips reached her and moaned.

“So this is what it feels like…”, she said and you licked directly through her slick folds and the Doctor gasped.

And you went all in. Sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside of her, feeling her walls around it, pumping a little and then exchanging your finger with your tongue, drawing patterns all over her.

Pushing your tongue inside of her, licking as much as you could reach…

“Ohhhhhhhh, plea-please! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”, the Doctor begged, clawing at the floor beneath her, pushing herself into your face.

“Deeper, deeper!”, she screamed as you used your fingers and tongue simultaneously on her, pushing deep inside her, licking and lapping all of her overflowing wetness…

“Y/N, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” and she came and screamed and nearly squirted and bucked her hips and you suckled on her clit throughout her orgasm, letting her ride it out.

The Doctor breathed out and laid back, her chest was heaving and you admired your work.

The Doctor all loose, satisfied and torn apart.

The Oncoming Storm stilled at your hands and tongue. At your love.

She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could look at you and breathed out.

“Whew, this was something, wasn’t it?”

You nodded.

“Oh yes!”

“We should try to get back to the TARDIS as long as we still can”, she said while sitting up and reaching for her clothes.

You followed her movements and your shoulders slumped.

Was she done with you, was this an one time thing due to dangerous pollen and an immediate threat?

You sighed and breathed in deeply, your arms and legs felt like jelly and you just wanted to rest for a awhile on this beautiful lush planet with the sweet, flowery air and the Doctor between your thighs.

You felt yourself getting all tingly and aroused again, apparently you were not done yet…

“Doctor can we please stay for a moment? If this was the last time that this happened I want to take it all in…”

The Doctor was already pulling up her trousers again and tucking her shirt in as she turned towards you, smiling brightly and bending down to you.

“Listen, YN, listen very closely now”, she took your face in her hands and you just wanted to melt into her eyes full of stars. Her beautiful lips, swollen and pink and perfect…

“Y/N, I love you, I love you very much but we have to get off this planet! The wind has turned, don’t you smell it? The pollen are everywhere now and while I feel like I have never felt before, thanks to you and I hope, and think I know,”, she smiled proudly at these words, “you feel like I do, too, we have to get away from here NOW!

The more pollen we breathe in, the more dangerous they become to our nervous system and right now we are in the strongest place to fight them off. We both climaxed very nicely and our bodies are happy and relaxed, so please, get off the ground now!”

She was right. Your orgasm had helped to think more clearly again and while your skin and nipples and pussy and overall your whole body was sensitive and excited about being touched again, you still felt like yourself.

And maybe she was down to continue once you were safely in the TARDIS…

“Okay”, you sighed and pushed yourself up.

You quickly put on your panties, blouse and pants, there you had to grab her arm for stability and stuffed your bra into the pocket of your pants. You definitely did not feel like wearing it, too tight and unpleasant and putting it on just took too much time.

The Doctor grabbed your hand but instead of starting to walk she pulled you closer to her.

“You know we can continue again as soon as we are in the TARDIS… You know that, right?”, she quickly purred into your ear and a warm shiver ran down your spine and you giggled excitedly.

“Yes please!”

And the two of you ran towards the TARDIS, laughing, giggling like school girls.

Once inside you collapsed to the ground, trying to catch your breath while the Doctor was working on the console.

“Hey”, she turned to you, “I know a beautiful nebula, there are no flowers and definitely no people around, we can be just on our own…”

She came closer, while the TARDIS was wheezing and huffing around you, squatting down next to you.

“There I can make you scream even louder than on the moon…

I could kiss you and nib you and taste you and I promise you will forget your own name…”

“Is that so?”, you whispered, voice low and breathy and you slowly, tantalisingly so, opened the buttons on your blouse, one by one, the Doctor’s eyes glued to your every move.

She gulped and you smiled.

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Hello, so I'm new to this app. I thought I'd expand my writing and use it as well as publishing my work on Wattpad. I recently wrote a couple of Marvel soulmate books as well as some video game based fanfics. I am very into the idea of writing crossovers like Marvel x Doctor Who or Doctor Who x Harry Potter which is a fandom I haven't fully got into yet but I am gradually, pls don't hate on me. When I do start posting some fics I'll see about taking requests, I've never done that before but I am open to the idea.

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greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

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mattiecreepypastanew · 1 year

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Today’s the thirteenth anniversary of SCP-049’s creation. To celebrate, may I request a 049 x female reader oneshot?

im sorry i was getting a Christmas tree)

he doesn't understand the concept of "love" so someone broke it down for him

he honestly is kinda surprised how he someone who only cares about his work can fall inlove

He would regret the idea thinking it's a phase

After realizing he loved you he asked probably iris for help since she's been in a relationship (rip)

She'll give him the rundown

but for when you guys start dating

He's probably the sweetest boyfriend even if you can't touch him

Expect him to be your right hand support and doctor

He is old fashioned since his era so he'll give you roses and sweet stuff like that cause he's a gentleman

He may let you wear his hat

Probably has tried finding ways to touch you

He is a overprotective bird man

Expect 035 to be a b!tch about it

Hope you enjoyed these headcanons:]

#scp 049 #scp fandom #headcanons ;#scp foundation

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phantomstatistician · 2 years

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The wait time for a request is: 47 working days

Upcoming charts (if the sample size is large enough):

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okay-j-hannah · 2 years

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anyway, i have few things to ask and maybe a request or two, they are open right?i) will you ever write for thirteen or any of the other female characters, i'm bi so id love to see some wlw/nblw fics! (sorry if you've answered this question before, but i don't think i saw any of their fics in your masterlist)

Yes, my requests are open right now! The only kinds of requests that are closed are oneshots and multishots. ⭐Types of Requests⭐ 🌸Rules🌸

I believe I'll eventually write for the thirteenth doctor. I haven't yet watched any of her seasons because I'm still stuck on the twelfth doctor. It took me almost three years to move on from ten and eleven to watch twelve because I was so scared it wasn't going to be as good 😂

But I was pleasantly surprised with how much I adore the twelfth doctor! But that also means I'm scared to finish his seasons because I'll be sad. That means that eventually, yes, I'll write for thirteen, but not until I watch her seasons and get a feel for her version of the character.

I will let the blog know when that happens because I'll add thirteen to my character and tag lists. I've only just added twelve because I recently started watching him.

As for the second part of your question, I would love to write more for female characters. I've always wanted to write a comfort or platonic fic for female characters because I love them too! I'm always open to trying new things and want to accommodate the tastes of all my readers. So ask away with female characters x reader and I'll take a shot!

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ao3feed-doctorxrose · 2 years

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✭Doctor Who Oneshots✭

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Qt2qyTs

by MultiFandomPlanet

Including all ships from who, including x reader ships. Requests are always open! Please feel free!!! Read the first chapter for details! (More info to come)

—MFP—

Words: 1346, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair, Graham O'Brien, Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Reader, Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Tenth Doctor's Hand (Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion), Eleventh Doctor, Cyber-Controlled Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Twelfth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor, Thirteenth Doctor's Fam (Doctor Who), Martha Jones, Clara Oswin Oswald, Donna Noble, Original Jack Harkness (Torchwood: Captain Jack Harkness), Wilfred Mott, Sylvia Noble, Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, Peter Tyler, Jackie Tyler, The Master (Doctor Who), Jenny (Doctor Who: The Doctor's Daughter), The Doctor's Wife (Doctor Who), The Doctor, The Doctor's TARDIS

Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Twelfth Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, Eleventh Doctor/River Song, Eleventh Doctor/Clara Oswin Oswald, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, The Doctor & Yasmin Khan, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/You, The Doctor (Doctor Who) & Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Doctor Who References, Time War (Doctor Who), Multiple Doctors (Doctor Who), doctor who - Freeform, Pete's World (Doctor Who), Female Doctor (Doctor Who), Doctor Who Feels, Dark Doctor (Doctor Who), Chameleon Arch (Doctor Who), POV The Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor (Doctor Who) Needs a Hug, Regeneration (Doctor Who), The Year That Never Was (Doctor Who), The Doctor Loves Rose Tyler, First Trip in the Doctor's TARDIS (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler Loves the Doctor, Episode: The Day of the Doctor, Reader is The Doctor's Companion (Doctor Who), One Shot Collection, Doctor Who Oneshots, All The Ships, Bad Wolf Rose Tyler, Time Lord Rose Tyler, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, First Time, Time Travel, TARDIS Rooms, Life in the TARDIS, The TARDIS Ships It (Doctor Who), Heart of the TARDIS, Exploring the TARDIS, Travelling in the TARDIS (Doctor Who), Team TARDIS

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cykirs · 1 year

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𝜗 ݁ princess REVONICA’S RULES 𝜚 ݁ ˖

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ WILL smut, fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, platonic works such as siblings or child reader, dom reader/sub character, female reader, nonbinary reader, transfem/mtf reader, aus, nsfw + sfw alphabets, wife/spouse!reader and spouse!character, transfem/mtf or transmasc/ftm characters, etc.

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ WON'T incest, selfcest, dubcon/noncon/connoncon, sa, scat/piss, age/pet play, romanticisation of mental illness/health conditions, teacher x student, somnophilia, male readers, sub reader/dom character, beastiality, transmasc/ftm reader, etc.

• this blog is a safe space for people who like the thirteenth doctor from doctor who, or a safe space for doctor who enjoyers in general. (if you send hate, you will be blocked!)

• also note that this blog mainly writes sapphic content, fem or nonbinary readers being paired with male characters might be rare.

mostly writing for: doctor who, broadchurch (for doctor who, i can write for every doctor (i’ll mostly write for 13 though) and almost every companion, and for broadchurch, i only write for alec and beth :p)

requests are: OPEN

REMEMBER. no male readers, only female, nonbinary or transfem readers.

#ִ 𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ revonica’s navi.

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ranxiaolong · 4 years

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The Woman who fell in Love with the Stars - Chapter 1 - And to You, the Stars

Chapters: 1 [2] [3] [4] [5]

Summary: You stared wistfully towards the night sky. You had loved the stars ever since you were small. They held all sorts of secrets and wonderful mysteries you could not even begin to fathom. At least, until the Doctor had whisked you away to see them. You still could hardly articulate how much the stars intrigued you, their glow blurred through the Earth's atmosphere. The Doctor showed you the wonders of the universe, gave you a taste of magnificent splendor.

The Doctor was many things. She was a traveler, a Time Lord, and a keeper of secrets. To some, she was like a flame, warm and inviting. To others, she cut like ice. And to you? To you, she was the stars.

A/n: this one’s got angst!

The Doctor stood frozen as your lips were pressed against hers. This was something she hadn’t been expecting. She supposed a lot of your recent actions had begun to make sense now, all the stolen glances, the lingering touches, rosy cheeks. She was an idiot for not connecting the dots sooner. As you pulled away your eyelids fluttered open, anxious orbs searching her face, teeth pulling fitfully at your bottom lip. She recalled how you had been the past few weeks: always a touch closer than usual, a bit more nervous in her presence.

Maybe Donna had been right all those years ago. She really was thick.

The Doctor felt her hearts race—but she remembered all the people before. This was how she felt when she was with Rose. How she felt when she was with River. Could she really accept these feelings? Accept the heartbreak that was going to come with them? Accept that as long as she cared for you and let you travel with her, you would be in the most danger you could possibly be in?

The Doctor became scared. Scared of her emotions, scared of her past, scared of the future.

So, she did the only thing she knew how to do.

She ran.

You found yourself dumped at your flat, a promise to pick you up later given only from Yaz. The Doctor had remained silent. The TARDIS doors slammed shut.

It had been three weeks since you had last seen the Time Lord.

You had started cooping yourself up since the end of the first week. You had most definitely seen Yaz and Ryan around in passing but had never managed to catch either for a quick exchange to see if they had seen the Doctor. It became unnecessary once you saw them out your window late one night running towards the fantastic blue box, the telltale sound of the TARDIS starting as soon as the door slammed shut behind them. The Doctor had not been waiting for you.

You padded over to your bed, falling across the mattress and face-planting onto your pillow. You laid nearly motionless, a few blinks away from passing out. You only rose from the bed two hours later, peeling your face away from a damp pillow.

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You spent countless hours staring at the posters in your room. Foreign planets, solar systems, stars, and galaxies lined your walls. Some you had ever since you were a child, others were definitely newer as more were discovered. You glanced at the telescope you kept stored in the corner of your room. Ever since you were a child, you were completely obsessed with the stars. Your parents would tell you and the guests you brought over (much to your embarrassment and sometimes abject horror in your later years) the fantastical stories you would come up with as a child about being a space traveler—able to jump between the stars.

A humorless chuckle parted your lips as you reminisced.

Jump between the stars, indeed.

A sigh swelled and deflated your chest. Your eyes traced over the celestial figures taped to your wall, one poster, in particular, standing out. A mass of reds and blues and greens. The gaseous form had never failed to catch your eye. The Orion Nebula. Out of all of the extraterrestrial forms that grabbed your attention, nothing did it more than the Orion Nebula. You had no idea why, but the nebulous cocoon fascinated you.

Maybe it was how the stars were unattainable. You had always believed that you could only reach them through a telescope until the Doctor gathered you in her arms and let you walk amongst the stars. She let you touch what was only to be looked at through glass and hundreds of light-years away. An invisible barrier that was not meant to be breached.

The Doctor was many things. She was a traveler, a Time Lord, and a keeper of secrets. To some, she was like a flame, warm and inviting. To others, she cut like ice. But to you? To you, she was the stars.

You fell backward onto your bed, softly bouncing upon impact.

What you wouldn’t give to jump between the stars again. What you wouldn’t give to be with the woman who was the stars.

Was the woman you thought to be the stars to be as unattainable as you thought the stars were as well?

The TARDIS let you reach out to the stars.

But would the stars ever reach out to you?

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Around the second week of solitude, Yaz had stopped by. She had hesitated in front of your door before knocking, unsure of what to say. You had a stagnant conversation over tea.

You sipped your tea quietly, waiting for your best friend to speak.

“So...” Yaz hesitated, “How have you been?”

Your eyes never left Yasmin. She was obviously uncomfortable.

“Fine. You?” You tersely replied.

“Good. I’m good.”

Silence engulfed the room.

“How has work been?”

“The same. Exactly the same as always.”

“I see.”

Another pause.

“Have anything going on this weekend?”

“No.”

Yaz’s eyes flicked between her cooling beverage and your eyes, nervousness intertwined with an unreadable expression on her face.

“See anything good on telly?”

Yaz spoke carefully, like stepping over broken glass. You could tell she was purposefully avoiding talking about the Time Lord. You insisted there was no need for her to check up on you, you were fine, and most certainly weren’t broken. You had shown her out the door with a clipped tone.

After Yasmin departed you sat back down at your dining table, staring at your now cold, half-filled cup of tea. Your mind raced with the quick glances Yaz cast between her cup and your face, eyebrows scrunched and a hesitant tongue.

You let out a shaky breath as you planted your elbows on the table, head rested in your hands. You were fine.

The Doctor had not been waiting for you. The Doctor wasn’t going to wait for you.

The stars never reached out to others. The stars were to be admired from afar.

A lone droplet made its way down your cheek.

You were fine.

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Nearly three days passed after Yaz visited your flat that it really hit you. You supposed before was just a numb sort of denial, but Yaz sitting in front of you must have slapped whatever part of your brain that was responsible for the numbness awake. Why had the Doctor left you? Why did she drop you in front of your doorstep without so much as a goodbye? You thought that you had calculated correctly. Even if the Doctor didn’t return your feelings, you thought she would at worst graciously let you down then continue on as if it never happened.

The stars were many things, but they were never intentionally cruel.

They just were. Higher than anything else, conflict was beneath them.

You set the kettle on the stove as you turned up the flame, racking your brain for the potential cause of your exile from the Doctor’s presence. Your mind flitted to a planet you had visited months ago.

You had saved the royalty from a plot to scandalize them. As thanks, they threw a ball and insisted on extending your stay another night. There had been a large banquet. The amazing visual spectacle of otherworldly food, customs, dances, and clothes enamored you. The princess has insisted on dancing a few songs with the Doctor and you had thought the Doctor’s rapidly filling dance card was merely a show of thanks in the customs of the alien race.

The sharp whistle of the kettle broke you out of your thoughts temporarily, removing the boiling water from the stove to pour yourself a cup of tea. Your mind was once again with the thought of the ball. A frown tugged at your lips once you remembered stepping out onto the terrace for a quick breath of fresh air.

You had seen the back of the Doctor’s head across a few potted bushes and had eagerly stepped towards her in hopes of asking for a dance before you left. Just as you opened your mouth to call out to the Time Lord you heard the voice of the princess, causing your mouth to quickly snap shut as you hid behind a wall. You vividly remembered the twist in your stomach as the princess started flirting with the Doctor, coy phrases thrown her way. You still felt the clench of your gut when the princess had out-right declared her affections towards the Doctor, asking for her to stay and permission to court her.

The stars are never asked to be wooed. They are chased after with no hope of ever catching them in your arms.

You had quietly slipped away, hearing a soft murmur of an answer from the blonde alien. You couldn’t make out the words but the tone of voice led you to believe (along with the lack of the princess traveling with you when you left) that the Doctor had rejected her politely. Despite the rivalry for the Time Lord’s affections, your heart ached for the princess.

You quickly gulped down your tea.

You were an idiot. A massive, colossal, monumental idiot. Fresh tears spilled over your cheeks. She had the entire universe at her feet, all of space and time to choose from. She was the stars.

Why would she choose you?

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You spent the following four days locked inside your flat when you weren’t at work. Yaz had stopped by regularly, knocking at your door the same time every day after her shift, like clockwork. You explicitly ignored the door. You couldn’t figure out if Yaz had felt bad about the Doctor’s actions or if it was something else. You didn’t particularly care to know, and you much preferred to wallow in peace.

On the fifth day of your self-insured solitude, the anger came.

You slammed the door behind you harshly when you returned from work that night, nearly missing the bowl you stored your keys in as you stomp towards the kitchen, the sharp metallic notes bouncing off the walls of your flat. Your teeth grit as you yanked the fridge door open, looking for ingredients to make dinner. You growled in frustration at the lack of food, kicking the door, fridge door banging shut. You pulled a takeaway menu from a drawer, your corse movements causing a pen to clatter noisily to the floor. You dialed up your usual Chinese restaurant, the phone static and long dial tone grated on your nerves. As the man on the other end picked up the phone you plastered a false smile to your face, scraping up enough civility to refrain from shouting over the phone. Once the bag was delivered you plopped down on the couch in front of the television screen, eating noodles straight out of the container.

After you finished your meal you threw the paper takeaway box and disposable chopsticks into the bin. You headed directly to the shower, cranking the temperature up to a nearly scalding degree. Stepping out of the washroom you pulled a small towel with you to rub at your hair. Mood slightly tempered, you run the towel over your hair as you padded into your bedroom. Your eyes flitted to a scrape on your wall, the scratch caused by the alien when she was running about your room looking for something to use as part of some sort of complex device she was throwing together. Some sort of “timey-wimey detector” by her definition. The scratch was etched into the wall just beneath one of your many posters of the Orion Nebula.

The anger rushed back.

You glared intently at the spot, stepping closer.

The bottled-up resentment exploded, physically manifesting in a violent punch to the wall. The loud thud was followed shortly by a loud string of curses. You cradled your bleeding fist. It hurt—you thought numbly.

Good.

You exited your room to find your first aid kit to clean and wrap your hand.

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The following day you gave into Yaz’s insistent knocking, opening the door to find Yasmin’s eyes wide with surprise, her arms and legs in a position indicating she was about to forcefully ram the door open. You sighed, leaving the door open behind you as you turned around to walk back into the kitchen, turning on the gas to boil a kettle of water.

“Tea?”

“Ah, if you’ve got the kettle on then please.” Yaz shifted nervously at the mouth of the kitchen.

The two of you stood in silence as you waited for the whistle of the kettle. Once the shrill noise started you turned off the gas and poured out two cups. You offered a ceramic cup to Yaz who took it gratefully, a soft “thanks” leaving her lips. You led her to the table and sat down, waiting for her explanation.

Yaz sucked in a breath, “I want to start off by apologizing,” the Pakistani woman fiddled with her fingers. “I know it won’t be enough for what happened, but I’d like to anyway. I didn’t think that the Doc would just leave you here and not explain anything. I thought she had talked with you or something had happened. I couldn’t imagine the Doc wanted you to leave.”

You slammed your mug down, the harsh sound of ceramic on wood made Yaz flinch. “Wanted? The Doctor kicked me out without so much as a goodbye!”

Yaz held her hands up attempting to backtrack, “I just meant that before she seemed pretty attached to you. I honestly thought that if you weren’t coming it would have had to have been your own decision—which I found odd since you love traveling with the Doc. I tried asking her about it but...” Yaz bit her lip, “I guess when I pieced it all together was her total avoidance of the topic.”

You fell back against the backing of the chair. The Doctor refused to even talk about you. A sigh passed your lips. Well, if the message wasn’t clear enough from the Doctor shunning you like you were some personified form of the plague, her refusal of admitting to your existence did the job quite nicely.

“I don’t know what happened, but if there’s been some sort of misunderstanding between you two, at least let me help,” Yaz’s worried eyes flickered across your face, “You’re my best friend, I don’t want to see you upset because of this.”

A dry chuckle left your lips, “Trust me, the only misunderstanding was entirely my fault. I made a miscalculated decision. I obviously read the signs wrong.”

Yaz’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “What’d you mean?”

You bit at the inside of your cheek, “Nothing. It’s unimportant.”

A frown made its way onto Yaz’s lips, “Unimportant? My best friend locks herself away for days on end and you say it’s unimportant?” Yaz suddenly stood up, chair legs scraping harshly against the floor, “I don’t care what anybody says—I don’t care if the bloody Queen says it’s unimportant—but if you’re feeling so upset that you won’t even let me into your flat for nearly three and a half bloody weeks then nothing regarding it is unimportant!” Yasmin breathed heavily, her arms trembling now on the table from where she slammed her hands down. “Nothing about you is unimportant,” she added softly.

You sat in shock at the forcefulness of Yaz’s words. You knew she cared deeply for you, as you did her, but that was on a different level. You grimaced as you mulled over your actions over the past few weeks. True, you were mad, but it was no justification for shutting your best friend out entirely.

You sighed as you pinched the crease between your eyebrows with your hand. You were acting like a total twat to Yaz when this wasn’t even her fault.

“What happened to your hand?”

You looked up, your confused irises making a connection with Yasmin’s concerned-slash-alarmed ones. You glanced down at your hand, realizing it was the one you did a poor job wrapping up the past night.

You waved it off, “It’s fine, just a scratch. Really. It’s—” you cut yourself off, the word ‘unimportant’ on the tip of your tongue, “fine. I’m good.”

The frown on Yaz’s lips returned as she walked around the side of the table and kneeled in front of you, taking your injured hand gingerly between her’s. She carefully unwrapped the haphazardly applied bandaging, causing a low hiss to escape your clenched teeth.

“Not fine,” Yaz mumbled.

“Trust me, the wall had it worse.” You attempted to joke, wincing as she turned the joint of your wrist in her hand.

“That doesn’t make it any better.” Yaz glanced up to your face, grimace present, before going back to inspect the wound. “The joint doesn’t seem too damaged but it needs ice. I’ll help you clean up and wrap the scrape.”

“Yaz, really, I’m good,” you fumbled as she stood up, “you don’t need to—“

“I want to. Now let me help or I’m going to tie you down if I have to and properly wrap it.” Yaz squinted, challenging you to retaliate.

You let out a squeak but shut your mouth, conceding. You watched Yaz leave the room to fetch the first aid kit you kept in the bathroom cupboard. You could hear the shuffling and the muffled “ah-ha” once Yaz must have found it.

Her head swung out from around the corner, raising an expectant eyebrow at you. You nearly raised one back in question, earning you a long-suffering sigh.

Yaz pulled you by the arm towards the bathroom, rolled up your sleeve and turned on the tap. She felt the running water until it was at a suitable temperature then brought your hand to rest beneath it. You hissed at the warm water, the wound still open and stinging.

Your eyes flitted towards Yaz’s face, her concentrated yet soft expression catching you by surprise. You felt her thumbs carefully brush over the skin of your knuckles.

“You need to be more careful, I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Yaz opened a bottle of antibiotic cream and rubbed it gently over the torn skin.

You bit your tongue to prevent another long hiss from escaping your mouth. “A bit late for that.” Not quite enough to bite back a remark, however.

Yaz’s eyes flicked up to your eyes momentarily, quickly going back to dressing your hand, pulling out the gauze. “Then tell me what happened. If there’s anything I can do to help I’ll do it.” You opened your mouth and before you got a single word out Yaz cut in, “Not about the wall. You know what I was talking about.”

You couldn’t prevent the lopsided half-grin that edged its way into your face for an instant. Yaz always knew when you were about to dodge a question. She was always so keen at picking things up when she was around you. “Well, I suppose that attempt has been thwarted.” Your smile fell as you remembered what landed you in this situation in the first place. “Ahhh, how to start this… I guess I should start at the beginning. So you remember when we went to the Orion Nebula? That was—”

“When you first realized you fancied the Doctor?” Yaz finished your sentence.

Your eyes widened in alarm, your surprise quickly brushing off how her voice, for a split second, sounded rather forced.

“How did…”

“Trust me, everybody else noticed it except for her.” Yasmin didn’t look up at your eyes that time, hers glued to the bandage she was slowly wrapping.

You let out the breath you were holding. “Then I guess I don’t need to explain that bit.” You bit your lip as you carefully chose which words to proceed with. “I sort of confessed to her.”

The bandage abruptly tightened around your wrist, causing a sharp cuss to be drawn from your lips.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! That caught me by surprise.” Yaz loosened the fabric before going back to tie it properly. “So you confessed,” her voice rose a pitch at the first syllable before dropping to her usual octave, “That’s exciting. How did she respond?”

A forceful smile that more closely resembled a grimace pulled tightly on your lips. “I was thrown out of the TARDIS.”

Yaz’s hands stopped moving.

“Yaz?”

Yasmin was completely still. “I’m sorry, she what?”

You hesitated, not sure what the tone Yaz was using meant. “She threw me out of the TARDIS.” You annunciated each word carefully.

Yaz resumed wrapping your bandage, securing the loose end so it wouldn’t unwind. As soon as she tugged a few times to make sure it was properly on, Yasmin stood up and turned to walk out the door. “Right, then if you’ll excuse me I have some business to take care of.”

Your eyes widened in alarm, “Yaz it’s fine, you don’t need to talk to her about it!”

“It’s not fine!” Yaz wheeled around, anger and something you couldn’t quite place reflected back in her eyes, “You’ve been depressed and angry and I don’t know what else, but this is not fine! She can’t just kick you out because you happen to like her! You’re worth more than that!” Yaz’s fists tightened, “You aren’t just some person she can brush aside.”

“Yaz, really, please don’t talk to her about this. I’m sure she just wants a bit of space and it’ll be alright.” You forced a smile on your face. “It’ll be alright in the end. I’m sure she just wants a bit of space.”

You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince.

Your best friend worried at her lip. She eventually sighed, giving in, “If it’s what you want, then I’ll listen.” Yaz’s eyes flicked over your face, “Would it make you feel better if I stopped traveling with her too?”

“What?”

Yaz let out a huff, “I just thought that you must be feeling left out from everything she takes us to do. If it would make you feel better I could sit out of the next few and stay with you.”

You shook your head quickly, “No! Please don’t on my account.”

Yaz inspected your face.

“Really, Yaz. Actually…” you paused, “if you could just tell me what adventures you’ve gone on while I wasn’t with you would be good. I miss it.” You fiddled with your fingers. “Just describing it and all that would be enough.”

Tell me about the stars.

Yasmin eyed you critically before relenting, “Alright then. But if you have second thoughts, I won’t hesitate to give the Doc a piece of my mind on the matter.”

A small smile made its way onto your mouth, “I don’t doubt it. Our tea has gone cold, let me pour out a new cup and you tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Yaz shook her head as a small grin etched its way onto her face, following you into the kitchen. “You win. So the first place we went to was this weird planet with an enormous bird that looked like a dodo that tried dressing up for some sort of alien disco…”

And for the first time in nearly four weeks, everything was unequivocally, indisputably, incontrovertibly fine.

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voiddrop · 6 years

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Green-Eyed Monster

A/N

I have honestly never had so much trouble trying to get a piece of writing edited and posted, major shoutouts to @toogayforwords for not only editing this piece of writing but also for dealing with my panicked screeching throughout the whole process.

Requested by @etxm : hi!! can u do another one where the doctor gets jealous of yaz flirting w her girl? loved ur last one!

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The wall against her back, the warm body pressed against hers, fingers tangled in her hair and soft lips pressed against hers, devouring and claiming. With all this surrounding her, Y/N could only think one thing.

The Doctor was awful with handling jealousy.

She was a stubborn git, and instead of approaching her girlfriend to talk about it she would sit and stew in her annoyance until it got worse and worse. So, when the Doctor had seen her girlfriend, Y/N, and Yasmine huddled up one of the couches in the library, both holding steaming cups and chatting amongst themselves she had been a little bothered but had pushed those thoughts away, they were good friends they were allowed to sit together. Then she began to notice how often the two of them would be next to one another, how close they usually were. Yasmine could lean against Y/N and the female would simply shift to adjust to the weight. Sometimes the Doctor would catch the two stood close together, having a hushed conversation and giggling amongst themselves.

She didn't like it.

Y/N was allowed friends, of course, she was, but she was too close to Yasmine and the Doctor hated it. The shift in her attitude was obvious but the blonde refused to talk about it, not even when she was cornered by her girlfriend. She felt kind of bad for dismissing the other woman so quickly but didn't get to dwell on it much longer because the TARDIS had locked onto a distress signal and the gang had been thrown onto another adventure.

As with most emotions, there's only so long you can push it away and ignore it before it explodes. The Doctor had finally met her limit after Y/N's attempts to question her strange behaviour again, without warning the human had found herself pinned against one of the crystal columns in the TARDIS control room, her girlfriend pressed flush against her. The Time Lady wasted no time in capturing Y/N's lips with her own, and that was where the two of them were now. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, lips moving passionately while muffled sounds escaped both of them.

Y/N's hands curled into the Doctor's blonde strands, tugging lightly and smirking when she heard the pleased gasp that left the time traveller's lips. Without warning she tugged her back gently, breaking the kiss and fixing her eyes on her girlfriend's flushed face. "Are you going to tell me why you've been acting strange now?" She asked breathlessly.

The Doctor's lips curved into a pout as she looked away, seeming almost nervous now that she was really trapped. "I don't like how close you and Yaz are." She blurted out after a few seconds, eyes snapping back towards her girlfriend when laughter bubbled free from her mouth. Y/N brought one of her hands to cover her face while she giggled, eyes shining in amusement. The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed together.

"You're jealous." Y/N pointed out, her lips curling into a grin which widened when the Time Lady's mouth dropped open and she stammered to argue, stopped by her girlfriend's finger when it was pressed against her lips gently, "no need to argue, but you should know there's nothing to be jealous about, Doctor. Yaz and I are good friends, yeah, but that's all we are. Friends. I love you, Doctor." The human assured, leaning closer to lightly peck the blonde's lips.

The Doctor's tense body relaxed and her lips curled into a gentle smile, her arms wrapping around her girlfriend's waist as she tugged her closer, "That's good then," The Doctor murmured, "I love you too." The blonde's lips pressed against her girlfriend's, lacking the fire that had been there earlier. With the green-eyed monster quelled, the Doctor chose to take the kiss slowly, gently caressing her human's curves as her tongue licked at the seem in her lips until they parted and gave her access.

The two sighed in unison, devolving into gentle caresses as their mouths spoke without words, getting lost in their embrace. A surprised cough caused the two to jump apart, two pairs of eyes focusing on the alarmed looking Graham who had strolled into the console room, "I'm sorry, I was just... Uh, we're all meeting up in the library if you two want to come." He explained quickly, managing an awkward smile before scurrying back off down the hallway.

The two females were silent for a few moments, both of them frozen as their faces slowly heated up. A shared glance was all it took for the two of them to crumble into a mess of laughter, holding each other as their bodies shook with their amusement. The Doctor loved the sound of Y/N's laugh and was glad to hear it in such close range. "Let's go join them," The human said once her laughter was over, though her lips didn't drop from the smile that had made itself home there.

The Doctor nodded, stepping back and holding her hand out towards her girlfriend, "Let's," She nodded, smiling when Y/N took her hand before the two made their way out of the console room and towards the library. The Doctor leaned against Y/N as they walked and felt her hearts flutter when her girlfriend did nothing more than shift her body to adjust to the added weight.

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wild-lavender-rose · 3 years

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13th Doctor x reader misquote #1

Doctor: Look, fam! Whipped cream! In a can!

Yaz: Where’d that come from, anyway?

Doctor: Dunno *tips head back and begins squirting cream into mouth*

Ryan: Has anyone seen Graham’s shaving cream, he’s gone and lost it again-

Doctor: *gags*

Doctor: This stuff’s horrid.

Doctor: *hands can to Ryan* Don’t let him eat that, it’s definitely gone bad.

Doctor: Really coats your tongue, doesn’t it?

Ryan:

Yaz:

Ryan: That was...horrible to watch.

You: Yeah and you’re not even the one who kisses her.

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mackeydoodledoo · 2 years

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Brawn and Brains: Chapter 1

Pairing: 13th Doctor x (Fem!)MC

Summary: Traveling with the Doc had changed your life, compared to the street life you had back in Sheffield: Street Fighting under the name "Nyx". You basically owe the Doc your life. Being both Street smart and Brain smart, you can get out of any pickle. But when the Doctor is in danger, leaving you with her TARDIS, how much can you pull together to save your Doctor?

Warnings: Not-so-Stable Companionship, Blood

A/n: So I am totally not watching the most recent seasons of Doctor Who for Jodie Whittaker....

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You dash through the doors of the TARDIS, following closely behind with the Doctor; panting, wheezing for oxygen as the Doctor immediately practically runs right into her control panel, her hand slamming on the warp lever, hoping to get the hell off of the planet you were just on.

“Hold on tight Nyx!” The Doctor pulls the lever

To what was it that you had to hold onto exactly? You were on the floor, dazed from all of the parkour and running you had to do. The TARDIS shakes and roars as it travels through space and time, knocking you into one of its columns. Still clinging onto the object, you allow your back to slam into said column.

“Bollux!” You yelp, ending it with a groan

“Nyx!” the Doctor yells

Once she had stabilized the TARDIS she runs over to you to help you up as you crack your back.

“Are you alright?” She asks

Once you look at her; her mouth hangs agape. Busted cheek, busted lip, bloody nose with all of the blood dried.

“You got into another fight didn’t you Nyx?” The Doctor sighs

You stand up and watch her as she turns her back to you.

“Doc, it wasn’t that bad,” You sigh, “I followed your plan, stuck to it the best I did. I just... Simply ran into some obstacles.”

“Are you sure you weren't looking to pick a fight were you?" She continues asking, pacing around the TARDIS

"Absolutely not!" You exclaim, "I told you, once I had gotten... Whatever this is to help repair the TARDIS, I ran into some obstacles on the way back out to you."

"You know how much danger you have put us in?!" She asks you, "We could have compromised the mission, my TARDIS... You!"

"Doc, I can handle myself out there," You say, calmly, "I know I more rely on brawn than brain. But you don't have to worry about me you know. You can easily drop me back in Sheffield if you so choose to."

You brush past her and begin walking towards your room that the TARDIS had made for you when you came aboard as the Doctor's Companion. The Doctor watched you as you made your leave; longingly, hoping you'd walk back to her. She noticed something small. On you. So small, not even you would notice on yourself. She noticed small smears of blood trailing to where you had just gone.

You groan in pain as you removed your shirt to reveal a nasty bruise and a nasty gash combo that the alien soldier had given you in mid-brawl.

"Blimey...." You groan

You slowly turn back to your door to head to the med-bay to patch yourself up. The Doctor was standing against the doorframe, you guessed she was either about to scold you once more or admiring you.

No in between for that...

"Shouldn't you be piloting the TARDIS?" You ask, trying to sound like you haven't been beaten to a pulp, knowing damn well the Doctor is seeing all of your injuries

"She'll do fine," she replies to you, "Come on love. Let's get you to med-bay."

You're glad she turned her back to you because you're sure you felt goosebumps all over your body.

"You coming or what?" The Doctor's face pops into view once more

"Yeah, I'm coming Doc," You clear your throat, slowly following behind her

The adrenaline coursing through you long wore off and you were trying not to twitch, wince or even yelp in pain as the Doctor was ever so gently dabbing your gash with hydrogen peroxide.

"Taking me back to Sheffield I suppose?" You ask, breaking the awkward silence that fell between the both of you

You could feel the Doctor's gentle fingers stop patching you up as you could feel her eyes gaze up at you.

"To... Give me time to heal," You lie

It's not a complete lie... I guess...

"Thought you never wanted to turn back?" She asks you, standing up to dispose the soiled cloth and grab fresh new bandages

"I don't," You reply, "But I guess, winding down from all the adventures isn't a bad idea. Because what much help would I be if I'm banged up like this. Or even in general.. I look like rubbish."

You chuckle when you end your sentence, hoping it could lift the mood. But, the Doctor says nothing as she stands and stands in front of you. Her honey brown eyes meeting your amber ones. Her face was scrunched. As cute as it was to you, you were also quite terrified if she scrunched her face at you.

"Nyx," She starts, "You've been a lot of help to me when you decided to stay with me. You don't rely on your brawn too much, you've shown me that you can also use your brains. You've gotten us out of more pickles than one."

You slightly smile as you look away from her eyes and your view drifts to the floor.

"Like I said Doc, I've mostly relied on my brawn to get us out," You say, "The brain is really you."

"It's both of us love," She states, "Now come on, let's have some tea."

"Where at?" You ask, following behind her while putting a new shirt on

"Your place of course,” She says happily

“Left it in a bit of a mess though,” You say, “Plus, I haven’t been there for god knows how long.”

“I’ll just park me TARDIS in your backyard then,” She replies, turning a few knobs and then pulling the lever

In a panic of being injured and the TARDIS running, you had clung to the first thing that you had come into contact with.

“I’ve got you,” The Doctor says, the palm of her hand curling around your shoulder

You were taller than the Doctor by mere inches, but the feeling of her arms, her hands, embracing you...

It’s just the best feeling ever.

“We’ve um... Landed love,” She says, looking up at you

You tilt your head down slightly, catching her honey brown eyes once more. You clear your throat and gently back away from her.

“Sorry... I uhh... didn’t know I ended up clinging onto you,” You straighten yourself out, “Sorry if I... Almost knocked you over.”

“It’s alright Nyx,” She smiles

The Doctor allows you out of the TARDIS first as you come face to face with a familiar setting.

“Home sweet... Home... I suppose,” You sigh

You never expected to find yourself back home that soon. But, you did tell the Doctor you wanted to wind down for a bit before heading off to the next adventure.

"This is so exciting!" The Doctor jitters before dashing past you and into your back door

"D-Doctor!" You dash after her, "I told you that I haven't been here for awhile!"

Once you stepped into the house, you were met with astonishment.

"Thought I was gone longer..." You say, calmly, looking around for any piling dust along your appliances

You walk into your kitchen to flip on the light switch; your eyes slightly widen to the lights turning on.

"You forget time doesn't really pass the longer we're gone Nyx," The Doctor explains to you again, "Now...."

You watch the Doctor rummage through your fridge and pantry: figuring out what to have for tea.

"You seriously have nothing?" The Doctor sighs

"I'm one person," You say, "There's a bar I used to go to. Wanna go there instead?"

She nods. However, she begins heading towards the back door.

"We are not going there by TARDIS Doc," You say, "It's not that far away."

"Then what do you suggest we take... For transportation?" She asks

You give her a smirk as you gesture her to follow you. When you open another door; you reveal a Motorcycle.

"I'm driving!" The Doctor exclaims

"If you had the keys to it," You chuckle, holding the keys between your fingers, "No one drives my bike but me. My bike, my rules love. Got it?"

You gently brush past her as you grab two helmets, hand one to her, hoist your leg over the vehicle and seat yourself upon it; turning the key in the ignition.

"What are you waiting for?" You gesture for the Doctor to sit behind you

She hastily walks over and follows your similar movements. Only, she places her hands on your hip. You nearly wince in pain from the recently patched up injury. But you sigh it off, before you leaned forward to catch the handles in your hands, you gently take the Doctor's hands into yours and have her fully wrap them around your midsection. She leans towards and lies against your broad back, her head resting atop your shoulder.

"Hold on tight Doc," You say, before revving your motorcycle with the throttle

You hear the Doctor gasp and cling onto you as the vehicle speeds off towards the city. You look towards the horizon as the sun has just begun to set. You try to exhale but you look down to see the Doctor's arms wrapped tight against your ribcage.

"Ease up Doc," You tell her, "Here..."

You turn the throttle back to a comfortable position and the vehicle begins going slower.

"Doc, look up," You tell her

The Doctor's head pokes out from behind your shoulder, taking in the city lights combined with the Sun's setting skies; a mix of warm colors dispersing into cold colors.

"Beautiful isn't it?" You ask her

You feel her chin make contact with your shoulder, hinting that she was nodding. Cutting through some traffic, you arrive to the bar you had mentioned to the Doctor.

"Here we are, " You take your vehicle keys out of the ignition and remove your helmet

You wait for the Doctor to get off from your vehicle first, however when you get off, you turn to her to see her helmet still on.

"You can take that off now," You smile

You curl your fingers from the bottom and you lift the helmet off of her head. You take a strap lock and weave it around the handles of your bike. You turn back to the Doctor and see some strands of hair. Your arm reaches upward and you tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear: revealing her cufflink earring she always wears.

"There," You smile, "Come on."

You lace your fingers with the Doctor's and lead her through the doors.

Chapter 2

#13th doctor x reader #doctor who #female reader #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker

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honesthammie · 3 years

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Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

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