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awindylife-writes · 2 years

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Nothing Serious

Relationship: the Doctor x reader (l wrote this with Three in mind but you can imagine any Doctor you like, l wasn't specific)

Summary: You discover you were shot. That's it.

Warnings: description of wounds (you were shot)

Author's notes: l'm working on the story with Three l mentioned in my last post and l promise l'm doing everything l can to post a chapter as soon as possible. The thing is, l'm using two concepts another Doctor Who author came up with and l'm waiting on their permission to use them (they haven't responded to my message in quite a long time, l'm honestly not sure what to do).

This came out in like fifteen minutes, l went what the hell and l'm posting it to give you guys something. It's angst w/o much else, l'm not particularly optimistic right now. Here you go.

"Hng," a stifled whimper escaped you as your fingers brushed your side under your jacket and everyone's heads snapped to you.

This was bad, really, really bad. Now that you'd seen the wound steadily oozing blood on the left of your stomack, it was impossible to ignore the flare of searing pain that made your breath hitch if you moved a single muscle. It was impressive that you were still standing, the dizziness that took hold of your mind made the floor tilt.

"Y/n?" the Doctor's voice was soft but relentless in its quiery and your head snapped up.

"Don't be mad," fell out of your mouth before you could stop it as your other hand shakily gestured downwards for all of them to stay calm. Shit, your eyes were watering from the strain, blurring your sight, and you grit your teeth. "There's just, uh," you swallowed thickly and closed your eyes for a moment, then your gaze flickered to your stomack, "something l need to show y-"

The Doctor was approaching you at a truly impressive speed.

"It's not a big deal," voice breathy and strained, you tried to calm him before he got close enough to touch you and see, "l just got shot a little-"

"You were shot?!?!" he almost shouted as one of his franctic hands took hold of your shoulder and the other carefully pried away the left side of your jacket you were clutching in your trembling grip.

"Don't yell at me," your temper rose in turn as you struggled to breathe from the pain, "it's not like l asked for i-AGH!" Agony flared through your nerves like wildfire that wiped everything away. He'd tried to lift your shirt to see the damage and pressed just a little too hard.

Stars. You were seeing stars, little bright fireflies dancing in the room that swayed under your feet. Pretty.

"... -need to ge- ... -nfirmary-" Someone was talking, you were sure, but the cotton in your brain refused to recognize the words. You couldn't remember what was wrong, you knew there had been pain, but everything was so far away...

"Y/n? Y/n!"

Someone was calling your name with sharp desparation in their voice and you'd have given anything to calm them. A gentle hand was on your cheek and another on your back, trying to keep your wobbling form upright.

"Hmm?" your mouth mumbled as you struggled to distinguish the hazy shapes before you. Funny, the whole thing was... going dark, shadows, swallowing you up...

you

were

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carters-sparks · 4 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Herman Carter | The Doctor/Reader, Amanda Young | The Pig/Reader Characters: Herman Carter | The Doctor, Amanda Young Additional Tags: I don't have much in terms of tags tbh, All general Ideas in the first introduction chapter, I'll still add as I go though, Comfort, Friendship, Romance, eventually romance Summary:

I'm really not good at titles, tags, or summaries. All I know is I need to get back in the swing of things.

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Chapter 4, Sleep Study Pt. 2 is finally finished. Some Doctor and reader because boy howdy there’s not enough that isn’t super dark-

Anyway, now I sleep because it’s 1:30 AM and I’m tired lmao

#Dbd #Reader insert #Doctorxreader #Herman Carter x Reader #Not gonna spam tags so hopefully this is fine

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ivebeenfallingthrutardis4-30mins · 4 years

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10th Doctor x Reader

There was a slight breeze that drifted through your open window giving the room a slightly creepy chill. You rub your eyes and pull your blankets closer to your chin. The only noise was the sound of a soft wind and ticking.

Constant ticking.

You had always hated the sound of ticking clocks, and you weren’t quite sure why you had even bought a clock. You groan turning over, desperately hoping sleep would return soon.

It didn’t.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You turn again, ready to shoot the clock. Or yourself, you honestly didn’t care at this point. You sigh. About ready to get up and take the batteries from the clock, you noticed something that scared you more than the ticking.

There was a shadow in the corner of your room.

If anything scared you more than clock noises it was shadows.

You were about to turn on a light, sure that it was just a pile of clothes or furniture. “Don’t move.”

You freeze.

“They’re watching you.” The voice rang through your ears. It was definitely male. The voice had a British accent and was quite possibly the most serious tone you had ever heard. You watch as the shadow moved from the corner to the foot of your bed. Then you realized it wasn’t a shadow at all, but a man.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“Shhh,” the voice said. “Do you hear that?”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“You mean the clock?” You whisper.

Tick. Tock. Tick .Tock.

“That’s no clock.”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Your eyes grow wide with fear. If it wasn’t a clock, then what was it? There was a small buzzing noise and a faint blue light. The ticking suddenly stopped. “What happened?” You whisper. The man didn’t respond. Fear coursed through your veins and you tried to keep your breath steady. “I-”

“Shhhh.” You bit your tongue, trying to keep from spilling all the questions that ran through your brain. You shiver as a breeze swept through your window. The man stood. In the faint light of the moon you could just make him out. He was tall with a slim build, and his hair stuck up in all different directions. He looked around and stopped suddenly. You stare up at him. “Is there a clock in here?” He asked slowly.

“Ye-” You stop, realizing that there wasn’t actually a clock in your room. “No. No, there isn’t.” The man nodded. “Right,” he said, his accented voice like chocolate in your ears. You see him staring at the corner in which he came from. “Then that would explain...” He trailed off as he pointed to the corner. You turn slowly to see only darkness.

“Who are you?” The man asked. A sudden mechanical sound filled the room. It was like a thousand clocks running all at once. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stick up.

“Excuse me,” you ask, scared; but unable to hold the questions back any longer. “What’s happening?”

“What’s your name?” The man asked. His voice was laced with concern.

“Y/N,” you say, shakily.

“Y/N,” he said. His body was turned toward the window, but his eyes were still focused on the corner. “Lovely name.” The man turned fully to the window and then quickly to you. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” You swallow hard and nod. “If I asked you to jump out the window, would you?” Your eyes meet. “Of course you wouldn’t,” he said, answering his own question. “Any sane person wouldn’t, but you...” Your heart races. “You’re not sane at all- no. Sorry. That was rude.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Y/N, can you move off the bed? Slowly please.” To afraid to disobey, you move off the bed and the man beckons for you to move behind him.

“I’ve seen you before,” he said. “Last time you were in 18th century, France. But what are you doing here?” The only response was the clock noises. “Fine, don’t answer me.” The man turned and stuck his head out your open window. He ducked back in and looked at you closely, his face so close to your own that you could count the freckles on his nose. His eyes shone silver in the moonlight and were fleck with brown (which you guessed was his actual eye color). They seemed to shine with a thousand galaxies and a billion billion stars. “When I say, jump,” he whispered. He pulled a small object from his coat and pointed it at the corner. “Y/N, ask it why it’s here.”

You weren’t exactly sure what you were talking to, but listening to a madman seemed like the most reasonable thing to do at the moment. “Why are you here?” You ask, your voice shaking. Still there was no response. The man shrugged, “Worth a try.”

After stealing a glance at the window, the man pointed the object at your lamp. The tip turned blue and it gave a whirring noise. The lamp turned on and in the corner stood a masked figure. It was dressed as if it was from a time long past.

The figure tilted it’s head with a slightly disturbing clock sound; and slowly started towards you. “Okay, now would probably be a good time to jump.” The man grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the window, the masked creature still coming toward you. He pointed his wand thing at the ground and a swirling portal opened before you.

“Who are you!?” You scream over the loud noise of the portal. The clock noises grew louder.

“I’m the Doctor!” He called.

“DOCTOR WHO!?”

He smiled and grabbed your waist, pulling you away, just a metal object crashed down on where your head had previously been. The Doctor pulled you through the window and you both fell through the portal. As you fell, he whispered three words in your ear.

“Just the Doctor.”

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blankparchment · 5 years

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Imagine the Doctor tells you that you’re going to die; he knew your death was fixed before he met you

This is written with an OC because I’m not a fan of second person. It’s the 11th Doctor in my head but you can imagine it however you want.

I take requests if you’re interested!

"Doctor?"

The door had never been open before. Every adventure, every moment with the Doctor began by opening that door. But not this day. Today it was open. Ryland stepped inside the TARDIS quietly and closed the door behind her, watching the Doctor at the console. He was heaving his breaths and muttering with a tone too low for her to hear. The TARDIS hummed quietly, and the sound was almost forlorn.

It seemed like the Doctor hadn't even heard her. Cautiously, she stepped up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. He was shaking. "Doctor?" she repeated.

"You need to go." His voice was steel. The silence after his words was suffocating.

"Doctor, what are you talking about? What's wrong?" Ryland moved beside him and turned to face him, trying to look him in the eye. He didn't look up from the console. She ignored the pit rising in her chest and the sudden tightness of her throat. Something was wrong with the Doctor.

"You need to leave. I don't care where you go. You need to go and get as far away from me as possible," he told her lowly. Ryland didn't attempt to leave. Instead, she slowly reached for his arm, waiting for him to say more.

He took a quick breath and shook his head. Without warning, he slammed his hands down on the console. Ryland jumped but didn't say anything. "Go!" he shouted. "There is no place for you here! Not anymore."

"What is this about?" Ryland asked, grabbing his arm fully. Her voice was beginning to shake. "You can't just say things like this and expect me to understand."

The Doctor scoffed and brushed her hand off. He turned his back on her and moved to the other side of the console, pulling a lever and hitting a few buttons. "I don't expect you to understand, I expect you to go!"

Ryland shook her head rapidly, stepping back. That wasn't what he meant—that couldn't be what he meant. The Doctor was the one constant in her life, the one person—no. No, this couldn't be right. "What the hell is this? You can't just . . . just shout at me and expect me to go away without an explanation. That's not how this works."

The Doctor stormed up to her, glaring. Ryland took a step back without realizing it. "This works how I say it works!" he snapped. "This is my ship!"

"Screw that!" Ryland snapped. She tried to push him away but he didn't even move. She had to fight not to step back again. She had never been afraid of the Doctor, but then, she has never seen him like this before. "I don't care where we are, you don't get to do that! You don't get to-to invite yourself into my life and then push me away!"

"Ryland, I am only going to tell you this once—"

"Good, then we can finish this conversation!" Ryland shouted, crossing her arms protectively. She let herself have only a single moment to breathe before she pushed on. "I-I don't care what your reasons are, I know something's wrong!"

"Something is wrong!" the Doctor roared. "I don't want you here!"

Ryland took a step back and looked away. She didn't see the Doctor close his eyes briefly or clench his shaking hands into fists. When she looked back at him, all she saw was bitter anger.

"I don't care," she said. Her voice shook and she was tense. "I'm not leaving until you explain."

"There's nothing to explain." He wasn't shouting, but somehow the dead tone of his voice was worse. "There's nothing I want to say to you. I just need you to leave."

Ryland took another step back, until she was against the cold banister of the TARDIS. She grabbed it with both hands, trying to stop herself from trembling. "You promised I wouldn't be alone again. You promised. This isn't you. You've never done something like this before, j-just calm down. We can talk about this. We have to talk about this. I'm not going to leave, Doctor. I can't just leave—"

The Doctor shook his head. "You can't stay!" he bit out. "Do you understand me, Ryland? You can't stay. You don't have that option. You need to leave and get far away from here, far away from me."

"Doctor—"

"Just trust me!" he exploded, throwing his hands out widely. "For once in your life, just trust me!"

Ryland looked down at the floor, taking a deep breath. "How can I trust you, Doctor? I-I don't even know who you are right now."

The Doctor sighed and, for the first time, Ryland could see the fear in his eyes. The tension in his shoulders dropped in resignation. "Ryland. Brilliant Ryland." He stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders. She tensed without meaning to. "I'm so sorry. But there's nothing I can do. I tried everything, I went through every timeline, looked for every loophole, but there's nothing. I can't save you."

"Doctor?" she asked. He watched her expression change and his eyes softened. "What are you talking about?"

"Ryland, it's a terrible thing to know when you're going to die. But I know. I know when you're going to die, Ryland, and I can't stop it. I can't. Every time, in every situation, it's always you or the world. And I've tried. I've thought of everything. But it isn't enough."

Ryland swallowed hard and her breaths became more difficult. "Doctor, what . . . how could you know this? You're being ridiculous, how could you know when I'm going to die?" Her voice shrank and he could hear her trembling deaths. "D-doctor?"

"Ryland, I'm so sorry," he breathed. "The first time you met me wasn't the first time I met you. I met you on your last day on Earth. And I knew you were dying, I knew it was a fixed point. I knew it the moment I met you. But you grabbed my hand and you told me that you didn't want to die alone. You were so afraid." He moved a strand of hair from her cheek with his thumb. "And you were so brave."

"You went back," she whispered. "Y-you went back into my time stream and you . . . met me. You got to know me. Took me on adventures. You became my friend."

The Doctor smiled but his eyes were still pained. "I did. And it's been years since I first met you Ryland. Back then, it was about you. I didn't want you to be alone. I didn't want you to die with a stranger."

Against everything in her, Ryland started to cry. "And now?"

"Now I wish more than anything that you didn't have to die. I wanted to help you, Ryland, but I didn't count on caring about you this much. But how could I not? You're brilliant. Truly magnificent."

"Why would you do that?" she asked. "I was no one to you, and I was going to die either way. Why-why would you go back and befriend me if you knew I was going to die? You must have known it would hurt you. I could have died and you wouldn't have felt a thing. The world would've kept spinning. No one would have mourned. I could have just died and that would have been it. For everyone. No one had to get hurt." Ryland let out a sobbing breath and the Doctor pulled her closer to him, looking her in the eye.

"Oh, Ryland. Innocent, wonderful Ryland. Can't you hear yourself? You're worth so much more than that. It's been an honour to know you."

The Doctor wrapped his arms around her and held her close, letting her cry into his chest.

"I don't want to die," she cried, "I don't—I can't—"

"I know," the Doctor said, holding her closer. "I'm sorry."

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kathrine003 · 3 years

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Lights, Camera, Rodeo (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/251574881-lights-camera-rodeo?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=kathrine_003&wp_originator=pfVnirVBicd8Y7omQ7xrBJ0nyq%2B8Bbw6fhgOkjf2Z9yyZrqShpeSDVqqmnnbmRwKK2WxSztkVX6SSqm%2BkO6WHj9lBxMP%2BFHpb3ptn3a4ifdPYrP2ocOyts6AuYR4ZKGj When an emergency at a rodeo causes barrel racer Kate King to cross paths with up-and-coming movie star Tom Holland the two collide with the force of two comets in the night. How will the relationship last with her job and his? Will they survive the ups and downs of one another job? Will it survive Tom's newfound fame?

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hskibumblebee-blog · 6 years

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11th Doctor x Reader. Welcome to a tale of a mad man with a blue box and his best friend, (Y/N). They can travel through all of time and space. You ran away with him, and you’ve been running ever since. { Written in the form of a full season, the story will be mostly PG-13. The occasional R-Rated chapter (if any) will be marked clearly with SMUT warnings! :) }

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myghostmonument · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

For the Thirteenth Doctor & co Inbox is open for requests as of July 3rd

Reader insert works **all reader inserts are gender neutral except for Dark

Dark (pt2 // pt3)

Intertwined

Darkfall

Home

Breathe

Pyrite

Inhibitions

Non-Reader works

1. Fracture (ao3)

2. Contact (ao3)

3. Shadows (ao3)

4. bleed (ao3)

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konigsfaerie · 5 years

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A year ago you lost The Doctor. A year ago you thought The Doctor was dead. A year ago he kissed you. But now a year has went by and he has a new, older face. Does he still have the same feelings he did a year ago?

You peek out from behind a burgundy curtain, viewing the crowd of at least 500 people. You take a deep breath and straighten out your white gown, your hand easing down your thigh. The last song of the night. It was a perfectly elegant affair of course, in celebration of an engagement. Did people really do this for a simple engagement? You knew these people were important -- politicians -- but shouldn’t this kind of thing be reserved for the wedding? They must have dropped tens of thousands of dollars on this.

You drew a sharp breath in, walking out to the crowd. As you step in front of the microphone, you exhale. People are clapping, excited to hear your voice again. All you ever do is perform nowadays. There would be nothing else to do.

There are jobs in space, but you don’t think you could stomach going on any other spaceship but the tardis. Office jobs, HR. If you talked to U.N.I.T. you’d have any job you wanted. Maybe even captain a ship of your own. But you, like The Doctor, weren’t one to call in favors.

Your voice had never failed you before, and The Doctor was the one that encouraged you to perform for the first time. You had always been scared, shy. Crowds freaked you out, but now you flourished in them.

As the music started, it flowed through you. The people who hired you didn’t want to hear any of your original songs, so you created your own playlist. Your own band that traveled with you looked to you, and gave a small smile of encouragement.

“Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine

Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine”

You looked out to the crowd once again. This was your favorite part. Their reactions to your voice. They stopped almost mid-sentence, putting their martinis down to watch you.

“Red racing cars, sunset and vine

The kids were young and pretty

Where have you been?

Where did you go?”

A gust of wind blew in, your gown flowing. You gripped the microphone, thinking about everything this song reminded you of.

“Those summer nights seem long ago

And so is the girl you used to call

The queen of New York City”

Your memory flashed back to the year 2059, New York City. Prohibition was a normalcy once again, and as you, The Doctor, and the biggest name in New York drank tequila out of the bottle, you watched The Doctor tip his head back to laugh at a joke he made. Detailing one of their adventures, of course.

“But if you send for me, you know I'll come

And if you call for me, you know I'll run

I'll run to you, I'll run to you

I'll run, run, run

I'll come to you, I'll come to you

I'll come, come, come

Oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh”

But it all got so bad so fast. The Daleks had come for you. The Doctor was already a target, but when you turned half of their race half human, they told you it was genocide. The Daleks were split right down the middle, and it was your fault. Two warrior races going to war with each other. The Doctor praised you for it of course, like he did when you did anything brave and stupid. But there was a price on both of your heads, and it didn’t help you were traveling with the archenemy of The Daleks.

“The power of youth is on my mind Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time”

Your voice rang out to the crowd, but your mind was elsewhere. One moment you were all tanned, browner than usual because you had spent a week in the Andaza mountains with The Doctor. You were in your happy place once again. With The Doctor. You could be in the mountains, on an alien planet with sugar for sand, back in your hometown or sitting in the tardis, it didn’t matter. Your happy place was him. He was home. Suddenly you went from leaning on the tardis console to being forced out of The Doctor’s spaceship.

“Will you still love me when I shine

From words but not from beauty”

You had asked where you were, but The Doctor was lost for words. “This can’t be real,” he muttered, a look of pure shock on his face. A look you had never seen before.

“My father's love was always strong

My mother's glamour lives on and on

Yet still inside, I felt alone

For reasons unknown to me”

You asked him repeatedly where we were because there was only one other time you were this scared. When you had both landed on Gallifrey when you both thought it was completely lost. That no one could ever come back.

“Are we on Gallifrey, Doctor?”

“But if you send for me, you know I'll come

And if you call for me, you know I'll run”

“No. Just the opposite. Skaro.”

His voice was shaking. The Doctor’s voice never shook. He looked at you with something in his eyes you had never seen before that day. “I might never get a chance -”

“Exterminate The Doctor and his companion!” Daleks voices sounded from all around, shouting orders.

The Doctor grabbed your waist, pulling him close to you. You couldn’t react before his lips met yours. It was rushed, but his lips didn’t slam against yours. It was soft. Passionate. But it was also a goodbye.

“Run! Run to the tardis, now!” he yelled, letting go of you. Your eyes widened as laser beams were shooting everywhere your eyes could see. You turned your back, running as fast as you could into those big blue doors. Why didn’t you grab his hand like you usually did?

“I'll run to you, I'll run to you

I'll run, run, run

I'll come to you, I'll come to you

I'll come, come, come

Oh-oh oh, oh-oh oh”

As you looked back, attempting to run to The Doctor to help him into the tardis, a beam shot through his stomach. You screamed in horror, about to run after him as he hit the floor when the tardis doors slammed shut and started dematerializing.

“And if you call I'll run, run, run

If you change your mind, I'll come, come, come

Oh-oh oh, ah-ah ah”

For a year now you hadn’t seen your Doctor. For a year you had been separated, and for a year you hadn’t stepped into the tardis. Every night you had slept there, you talked to her. Thanked her for getting you where you needed to go. For protecting both you and The Doctor when you needed it the most. But she wasn’t there that day. And you feared The Doctor was dead. You knew you had a part to play in that.

“Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine

Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine”

A tear escaped your eye.

“Red racing cars, sunset and vine

And we were young and pretty”

As the crowd wildly clapped, blurting out compliments, you wiped your tear. “Thank you,” you said softly into the microphone.

You looked out into the crowd, watching each person your eyes landed on. You admittedly loved to do this. Even just going to the park, sitting on a bench, and summing each person up. You could usually tell what kind of job they had, if they were married, and if they enjoyed the kind of life they led. But then again, maybe you just liked to imagine.

Each one of these people were born into rich and successful families. But in this day and age that meant you had to give back. Nothing like when you were born. At least the tardis had the kindness to land you in a time where everyone wasn’t so greedy.

You gave a small smile and exited the stage to find a man with grey hair holding flowers. A bouquet of sunflowers and roses. Your favorite. How did he know that?

“Y/N.” His eyes flowed over your figure, then back up to your eyes. “You did amazing.”

“Uhm, do I know you?” You shifted onto one heel, your fingers moving around. It’s what they always did when you were nervous. Even though this felt like an ambush, there was something so familiar about him.

“Y-Yes.” By the look of him, you’d think I punched him in his soul. “I’m…

“Doctor,” you let out a gasp of shock and stepped back.

“I found you. Finally.”

You took the flowers from him, setting them down on the chair next to you and wrapping him in a tight hug. You couldn’t help the tears that escaped from your eyes. “A year, Doctor.” You finally let go of him. “How did you get back? I have the tardis.”

“Cheap and nasty time travel.” He gave you a small chuckle and showed you what was on his wrist. “Anything to get back to you.”

Four months later

By some miracle, The Doctor found you again. You had been traveling with him in the tardis for four months, and each adventure was more risky than the next. Just the way you two had liked it. You had been craving danger. No longer could you sit in your apartment and refresh Twitter for the thousandth time. You packed up all of your things within 20 minutes and headed into the tardis.

Four months goes by quickly even though you had savored each moment. You thought that the kiss had something attached to it, but you didn’t know anymore. Was it really just a goodbye? A spur of the moment thing? A mistake?

He had said nothing to you about it. No romantic notions had been said. There was only misadventures and new friends. Two of them being Vastra and Jenny. He had introduced them to you a few weeks ago while investigating a possible alien invasion. It was quiet, covered up. He told you that this would take you longer than usual. You had told him that you didn’t mind, Victorian London looked good on you.

You looked in the mirror, making sure your corset was tight enough. Madame Vastra appeared in front of the mirror and you smiled. She had a tendency to sneak up on you. “Hi, Vastra.” You grabbed the tube of lipstick, spreading it over your lips. It was only a shade lighter than your deep brown skin tone.

“You look simply a picture.” She smiled back into the mirror. “But I didn’t just come in here to compliment you. We need to talk.”

“Of course.” You turned around, leaning both hands on the vanity. “Is everything okay?”

She sat down on your bed, uncovering her veil. As you joined her, she began. “Am I right to assume you are in love with The Doctor?”

The question hit you like a ton of bricks. You tried to speak, but no words came out.

“That is all of the answer I need. You aren’t the first, you know,” she explained, tracing the circles on the bed spread then looking back up to you. “I say this only out of kindness, Y/N. But he is not in love with you, nor will he ever be. He is a 2,500 year-old Time Lord. For you, a year passes. For him, a minute. You age and he simply changes faces. He’s.. a tempting man. Brilliant. Attractive. Clever. But you are just a human. A human who has the privilege of traveling with him in his tardis. A human who ages at a rapid rate compared to a Time Lord. Do you understand?”

You could tell her intentions were pure as you looked up to Jenny standing behind her.

“You don’t think I know that, Vastra?” you asked, dumbfounded. “I know he is not in love with me. But he loves me. I’m the best friend he has. I’d sacrifice my life for him a million times over and he knows it. So does the tardis. That’s why she didn’t..” You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter. I know where I stand. I know I’m just a human. Him just being there, just giving me his attention is enough. But thank you for reminding me.” You grab your clutch purse and exit the room, walking out the large Victorian doors.

You knew everything she said was true, and you knew she wasn’t trying to be rude or unkind. But the words cut through you like a scorching hot knife. As far as the eye could see, multiple stagecoaches were going by, ladies were gossiping with each other or had a man on their arm. You couldn’t stand the sight of it, so you ran to the tardis.

You pulled out the tardis doors, running past the console, down the hallway and to your room. You flung off your dress, untied your corset and got out of the horrid shoes you had bought at the clothing emporium in town. You shrugged on the black crop top, overall shorts, and tied the black Adidas you had in your larger-than-life closet. A large sigh exited your mouth as you walked down two long hallways to get to the tardis library. A room The Doctor had only showed you four months ago. He had told you that Time Lords usually were only allowed in because of the things that had a residence there. But he trusted you.

You stepped onto the ladder, placing your hand on the wooden book shelf and pushing yourself down at least five feet to the fiction section of the library. All of The Doctor’s favorite books. You picked out a fantasy book that held magic, queens and romance. Then you carefully stepped down the ladder and sat on top of the huge wooden table.

200 pages in, you heard The Doctor’s voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yup. Reading.”

The Doctor walked over to you, softly taking the book away from you, getting your bookmark and closing the book. He sat it down on the table.

“Can I show you something?”

“Fine.”

He helped you off the table, walking you to the console room. “Look out of the tardis doors. But be careful. We’re in open space.”

You must have been so wrapped up in your book that you didn’t notice the tardis moving.

You saw something you had never seen before. Every night before bed, you look out space. Or you crawl up the highest building you can and watch the stars. But this was different. It was unexplainable. A million different chasms painted with yellow, blue and red.

“What’s that?” You pointed to five clusters of rocks slowly coming together.

“A planet. It’s just forming. And it will be beautiful. I’ll take you there soon.”

The sight before you was almost too breathtaking to realize how close The Doctor was to you. You could feel his breath, his hand softly touching your hip. He tightened his grip, turning you around.

“I kissed you. Before we lost each other.”

You tried to divert your eyes, but he was so close to you. “You talked to Vastra.”

“No. But I heard you and her talking.”

Your eyes widened, and as you turned away he grabbed your arms, making you face him. “I don’t just love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you. Vastra was wrong. A year without you isn’t a minute to me. It’s a lifetime. But when I kissed you… it was different.”

“H-How?”

“I wasn’t an old man.” Now it’s his eyes that fall.

“Are you really that foolish? To think that it would make a difference? Have you ever considered the fact that I don’t care how old you look? That maybe all I want is to be with you no matter the circumstances?”

He looked at you for a moment in wonder. “No.”

“Kiss me, Doctor. Please.”

In a matter of milliseconds, his lips were on yours, his hands pushing against your waist. It wasn’t rushed this time, but it was just as passionate. He was the only man you’ve ever kissed, but you imagine that it wouldn’t feel this way with just anyone. It felt like sparks through your body, like little butterfly kisses against your skin.

You didn’t want him to let go. And thankfully he never truly did.

#12 #12xreader #fanfic #sfw #dw fic #dw fanfic #dw #12th doctor #peter capaldi #self insert #12xyou #the doctorxreader #the doctor/reader #12/reader #tardis #my fic

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trashy-slashy · 4 years

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Entity Displeased - Part 1(?)(DoctorxReader)

[AN: This is writing practice for an idea I had, which I will probably continue at some point soon. I’m also trying to flesh out my idea of how I want to write Herman as he’s one of my favourites at the moment and I wasn’t happy with my previous headcanons.]

The first time you wandered from the campfire you got lost. Of course navigating through the dense forest would prove troublesome, the ever-lingering fog twirling around your ankles as your shoes glistened with dew from a morning that never came. Your coat didn’t provide any tangible relief from the cold, your breath matching the mist around you. The feeling in your fingers dissipated as the temperature continued to drop, tiny specks of snow joining the broken twigs nestled in your hair.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw the flickering lights ahead of you. Lery’s. Your shoulders sagged as you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The sub-zero temperature began to seep into your skin through your already damp clothes. You despised the map and its warden. Malicious echoes of static teased at your ankles as you remembered succumbing to the madness time and time again.

The fluorescent lights ahead flickered welcomingly, luring you in with promises of warmth. You considered turning back, glancing over your shoulder at the woods behind. Had they always been that dark? Jake once claimed that he’d visited Autohaven and the Wraith was nowhere to be seen. Of course Nancy had argued that he had probably been invisible, but Jake stood firm. He’d been there a good while, ransacking his fair share of flashlights and toolboxes and that any killer was sure to intervene when their home was invaded. The survivors quickly piped down after that, mulling over his words.

Tentatively, you passed through the institutes doors, stuffing your hands under your armpits in an attempt to ward off the cold. Your heart began accelerating as you delved deeper withing its halls, each step ringing obnoxiously in your ears. Sensation seeped back into your fingers as you glanced around, listening for any other sounds of life. It seemed that the crows that normally nested within the realm weren’t present when outside of a trial. Your ears could only pick up the hum from the lights overhead and the distance crackle of distorted TV screens. Pressing on, you wandered into the nearest room, searching for some sort of supplies you could bring back to your allies, blissfully unaware of the camera above the doorway.

After looting a couple of rooms, you began to relax a little, seeing no signs of the Doctor wandering his lair. Your backpack began to weigh you down as you stuffed another med-kit into it, the zip protesting as you tugged it back into place. The warm light from the office peaked through the window to your left. You had left that part of the institute untouched, winding your way through the outer rooms. Shouldering your bag, you pushed yourself up over the frame, eyes darting around wildly as you sneaked into the room.

You’d never been able to get a good look inside of here during trials, the looming threat of the killer keeping you focused on finding your escape. But now, alone, you noticed the sheer amount of books lining the walls. You ran your finger over the dusty tomes, unsurprised when you noticed that all of them seemed to cover the human psyche. A few small stacks sat on top of the desk, even on top of a CRT monitor that didn’t seem to be working. These books were more recently used it seemed, missing the layer of filth the others wore. A solitary book laid open in front of the armchair. Curious, you peered at the open pages, struggling to read the chicken scratched ink.

‘The bond between the entities trophies seems impenetrable. As soon as one falls, they swarm like lambs to slaughter. They persevere through torment and agony for one another, despite my many attempts. A new treatment is needed’

The rest of the page was illegible, despite how much you squinted, turning the paper in your hands.

“That’s not yours now, is it?” You screamed in fright, the book slipping from your hands. Your foot caught on the edge of the desk, sending you stumbling backwards. Dread oozed through your body as your back failed to connect with the bookcase. The Doctor’s unnerving laugh filled the air as you collided with him, your legs tensing immediately to push yourself away from him. Survivor instincts kicking in, you tried to made a break for the window, crying out in despair as he grabbed hold of your shoulder, pulling you backwards. You fell backwards into the soft cushion of the chair, yelping when the contents of your bag dug into your back.

“Come now, I merely would like to discuss with you.” The killer loomed over you, leaning casually against the desk, his arms folded. His voice was monotone, a taunting hint on the end of it. You glared up into his distorted face, the mere sight making you feel sick to your stomach. Despite the way his lips were restrained, every word was perfectly pronounced. You weren’t sure if he was speaking aloud or not. It wasn’t very often survivors heard killers talk, and usually it was one of the members of Legion or Freddy. Between all of you, The Doctor had maybe uttered 10 or so words. Your leg began to twitch of its own volition as anxiety welled inside of you.

“Go to hell.” You spat, trying to get up from your comprised position. The Doctor responded with a tut, unfolding an arm to produce a few charged sparks between his digits.

“I wouldn’t recommend that.” His single red eye was trained on the wandering arcs, seemingly disinterested in your actions, though his comment seemed trained towards keeping you seated. You gulped, settling back down as he requested, adjusting the backpack so it wasn’t digging into you. The Doctor closed his fist, turning his attention to you. “I haven’t tried to hurt you after all.”

“You do normally.” He chuckled, the sound unnerving you further.

“This is no trial, I do not have to hurt you.” His words didn’t serve to comfort you.

“But you still could.”

“Of course.” The killer retrieved the notebook you had been reading from the desk, thumbing his way through the pages.

“What do you want?” You mumbled meekly, watching as he scanned the pages. He took a moment to respond, the snap of the book closing making you jump.

“There is no need to sneak around my institute hoarding supplies.” The Doctor gestured towards your overstuffed bag. “I will gladly assist with any medical needs. Equipment that is.” He added when your expression darkened. “I don’t think you’d much appreciate my personal expertise.” You shuddered.

“What? Why-”

“I have no need for them.” He continued. “Quite frankly, I enjoy the extra challenge.” You assumed the suspicion on your face was evident.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Of course, I would be concerned if you did.” He leveraged himself off the desk, stepping around it to give you a clear exit through the door. “Go. I will provide resources when you next return.” You eased yourself out of the seat, every nerve in your body ready to flee. His gaze made you feel queasy as you walked past.

“And if I don’t come back?” You turned your gaze over your shoulder, watching the Doctor settle at his desk.

“Then I guess you’re as ignorant as the rest of them.”

Everyone was elated when you returned with a sackful of supplies, especially Claudette.

“Where did you get so much? How?” She stacked all the various boxes neatly by the campfire, beaming at you.

“The Asylum.” You didn’t trust the Doctor and the last thing you wanted was for him to try and get his claws into your friends.

“How? The Nurse always catches me the second I appear.” David seemed dumbfounded. You shrugged in return.

“Guess she was having an off day.” Satisfied, he went back to his seat, though you were vaguely aware of Tapp eyeing you up from the other side of the flames.There was no need to tell them about your encounter with the Doctor. It’s not like you were going to go back there anyway. Right?

#Herman Carter #Herman Carter x reader #dead by daylight #dbd

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generallynerdy · 5 years

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Nothing Special (11th Doctor X Reader)

Summary: There’s nothing special about you, aside from the fact that you travel through time and space with a nameless man for kicks-- and that you’re the only person in his 900 years of life that actually listens to him.

Requested by Nala (AO3): I would like you to write a 11th doctorxreader one shot Thanks!

Key: (Y/N) - your name, (L/N) - last name Warnings: none probably Word Count: 1,154

Note: ive had this request for approximately 226 days and ive finally watched enough doctor who to finish it!!!!! (personally tennant is my favourite but damn smith is a close second ill give u that. tho let’s be fair 13 is probably gonna be right there with him once i watch her episodes)

"Amy? What are you doing?"

You watched the redhead with wide eyes as she began to stroll down the hall, away from the big blue box you called home. She turned to you with a smile that you knew meant trouble.

"Exploring," she replied simply. "Coming?"

"The Doctor said to stay put," you said firmly, though the smirk on her face told you not to bother.

She laughed. “He always says that! We never listen and we turn out fine, don’t we?”

“You turn out kidnapped more often than not,” you huffed. “Amy? Amy! Come back here!”

She ignored you with a shrug, disappearing around a corner. You groaned, knowing the Doctor definitely wouldn’t be happy. Whirling around, you gave Rory a hopeful expression, practically begging him to stay put.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Can’t let her go by herself.”

“Rory, don’t you dare--” You started, but he was already running after her.

You sat in front of the Tardis with a huff, leaning against it for support. Whatever, you thought, pulling your knees up to your chest and looking around the musty old temple. I’m staying here. They can go die again if they want.

But after a few minutes, the spite faded away, replacing itself with concern.

“Please don’t get into too much trouble,” you muttered to no one, hoping Amy, Rory, and the Doctor would hear you.

“Too late!” Someone shouted from down the hall.

You leapt to your feet and spotted your three friends sprinting toward you, terrified expressions on their faces. Amy was dragging Rory by the hand, the Doctor leading the way.

“Time to run, we have to find the shrine at the bottom level of the temple but there’s a big thing chasing us--” He started as they came to a skidding stop in front of you. All of a sudden, he just stopped talking, looking at you with the most confused expression you’d ever seen.

“Doctor,” Amy said. “Uh, we should probably run now.”

He ignored her. “You stayed?” He asked you incredulously.

“You told us to stay put,” you shrugged, face only slightly red. “So I stayed put.”

“But you actually listened to me?”

You nodded hesitantly. Was he mad that you didn’t listen? That’d be weird. Maybe he was just surprised you didn’t take after Amy and Rory.

The Doctor blinked a few times. “Nobody ever listens to me.”

“Time to go!” Rory exclaimed.

Before you knew it, the Doctor had your hand and was dragging you down the hall, Amy and Rory following suit.

The four of you made your way down twisted tunnels and damp hallways to find an old temple shaft. It supposedly led down to the very bottom of the structure and conveniently had a cord to hold onto for dear life should you want to use the shaft.

It was probably a horrible idea, but there wasn’t much time to argue about it. Despite this lack of time, the Doctor decided to stop right before going down to the lower levels.

“Hold on!” He shouted, stopping the three of you in your tracks. He turned to you. “You listened to me?”

“You’re the one who travels through all of time and space,” you said. “I’d be daft not to.”

You heard Amy mumble under her breath. “Rude.”

“But nobody ever listens to me!” He exclaimed as if his entire life had just been ruined. “Not Donna, not Martha, not Jack, not Rose, not Amy and Rory--”

Rory snorted. “Definitely not us.”

“Nobody listens to me!” The Doctor guffawed.

You couldn’t help biting your lip, slightly embarrassed at this point. He was making such a big deal out of something so small. “I always listen to you.”

“Exactly!” He snapped his fingers. “So, what makes you, (Y/N) (L/N), so special?”

“Uh…” You hesitated to answer, eventually just shrugging. “Nothing really.”

The Doctor just turned, flapping his hands about as he was prone to do in the middle of a rant. “Nothing! Nothing special to space and time and humanity, so why-- why-- are you the one person in 900 years to listen to me?”

You opened your mouth to speak. You would’ve been offended about the ‘nothing special’ comment if you had any self esteem, but luckily you were lacking in that department.

Before you’d even exhaled, the Doctor had turned back to you. He was a little closer than you should have been comfortable with. You could almost feel his breath, which sent a chill up your spine.

“Nothing special to the universe. But everything special--” He whispered, tone changed in an instant.

Hesitantly, he moved a hand to your chin, tilting it slightly upward so that you could see him. All the air in your lungs seemed to have miraculously disappeared, as did all of your will to continue living.

“--to me.”

Next thing you knew, you were kissing the Doctor-- the Doctor. 900 years of experience kicked in and you were left breathless. It was definitely a kiss you would never forget.

Meanwhile, Rory was wide-eyed. “Well...didn’t expect that.”

“Really?” Amy laughed. “You haven’t seen the drool whenever he takes his jacket off?”

When the Doctor finally let you go, he had the goofiest grin on his face and a bright sparkle in his eyes. You flushed a bright red, but couldn’t wipe your smile away, either.

“I could do that again,” he teased.

“Really?” You asked with a laugh. “I could do that forever.”

“That was painfully awkward,” Amy groaned. “Can we get back to the running, please?”

You gasped and glanced between your friends and the Doctor mischievously. “I’ve just thought up a perfect revenge plan for all the times they made out right in front of us!”

“I like the way you think,” the Doctor grinned.

He went to kiss you again, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Meanwhile, Amy rolled her eyes, took her husband by the hand, and leapt into the shaft tunnel. She held tightly to the rope, but you could hear her scream halfway down, probably out of sheer adrenaline. Rory went after her, cursing under his breath.

When you and the Doctor pulled away, the two of you broke into fits of childish giggles. In the distance, the roar of some vicious, starving alien echoed, but the two of you were too giddy to even care.

“Oh, definitely my favourite adventure,” you told him.

He smiled brighter than the sun when you said that, taking your hand and beginning to pull you toward the rope.

“One more for good measure,” He teased, pecking your lips once more as if he couldn’t help it. “And there’s more where that came from.”

You laughed. “Believe me, Doctor, I look forward to it. But we should probably start running.”

“Right,” he nodded, preparing for the jump. Taking your hand, he leapt off the ledge, taking you down with him. “Geronimo!”

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awindylife-writes · 3 years

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A Leaf

Relationship: 10th Doctor x reader

Summary: the Doctor is tall. There's a leaf in his hair. Something finally happens.

Warnings: none

You sighed as you walked into the safety of the TARDIS. This had certainly been a day.

"Tired?" the Doctor asked with a fond smile.

"Yep," you popped the p as you pulled the lever for the door. He walked to your side. You looked up at him, worn-out but smiling softly and then-

"Oh, wait," you held him in place with a hand to his chest as you reached up. "You have a leaf-"

You failed to notice you were almost completely pressed against him, but the Doctor didn't mind. Quite the contrary. He happily put an arm around your waist to steady you as he leaned down a little to help. You found the side of his head with your fingers and plucked the leaf out, but then-

"Your hair is so soft," you gasped in surprise and then carefully carded your fingers through it. "Oh my god..."

The Doctor chuckled a little, but as he looked down, he noticed how you were standing. A puff of laughter escaped him and got your attention.

"What?" you looked at him with a thoughtless arm around his shoulders. He pointedly looked down with a bright smile still on his face. You followed his gaze and-

You were standing on your tiptoes to reach him. Hm. "Well," you looked back up at his face, completely missing the mischevious glint in his eyes, "it's hardly my fault you're so ta-"

Before you even finished the sentence, he bent down, hooked a hand under your knees and scooped you up in a bridal carry.

You were in his arms. You were in. his. arms. His handsome-handsome-handsome face was close, so much closer than ever before, his arms were around you and you were pressed into his chest and god he smelled so nice, had he always smelled so nice? and there was heat in your cheeks and raging butterflies in your stomack and not a single. thought. in. your. head.

None.

You blinked a few times as your lips tried to form words, but nothing came out of your mouth. Your cheeks were a forest fire. You still had an arm around his shoulders, now gripping his jacket for support. What.

His eyes were so brown, warm deep brown, and they became darker around the pupil. You'd never noticed before. There were laughter lines at the corners and you wanted to caress his cheek, feel his skin under your palm. You wanted to run your fingers through his soft brown hair, mess it up and then put it right again. But most of all you would have given anything, anything, to have him closer.

"How's this for height?" he murmured, still smiling that adorable smile and you had no idea what to say. You had no idea how to produce sounds, let alone words.

You just stared at him, wide-eyed and breathless and goddamnit your cheeks were still red and your heart was beating like it was auditioning for a drum and you were never going to produce a coherent thought again, were you?

Let's face it, this was the best day of your life.

Because you looked at him, you just looked at him and your Doctor's eyes were so full of fondness they were bursting. It made a sun light up in your chest and you were suddenly full of light and full of love and you were happy, so so happy you could cry. You were dear to him.

And then, before you even had a chance to get on top of all that, he murmured "You're absolutely lovely when you blush." Soft. Fond. Full of wonder.

A squeak escaped your mouth as the heat in your cheeks intensified and the only thing you could do was hide your face in his shoulder. This man would be the death of you.

A few moments passed and you heard a small whisper, "Y/n?" But that was the sound of the Doctor, worried he'd done something wrong.

You would not have that, so you slowly spread your fingers and peeked from behind your hand. He was still as breathtaking as before, but he needed to know- "It's alright," you managed, voice soft. Your other hand was on his chest. Was it your imagination or could you really feel a double heartbeat under it?

He smiled in relief. "Oh."

You surprised yourself when you went on, "Doctor, l-" but the- the thing, the emotion, the earth-shattering truth wouldn't leave your mouth. He was looking at you, waiting for what you would say but you were...

You were helpless.

He was close, god, he was so so close, it drove you mad, your noses were almost touching and his lips- His lips. Suddenly the only thing that existed were his lips.

And there it was. The hunger. It spread like an awesome wave until it took you over, its inescapable maw swallowing you whole and you surged forward to catch his mouth with yours. He was soft and warm and his lips parted in surprise and the sweet taste of him under you made your head swim, so you pressed firme-

No!

You tore yourself away, suddenly very, very afraid. "I'm sorry, l didn't- Doctor, l'm so-" Words tumbled out of your mouth but before you could even properly look at him, his lips were on yours again, wonderfully insitent as he practically seized your mouth. You cradled his cheek and pulled him closer as he took your bottom lip between his, then he next kiss and the next, each more desparate than the other and he was there, he was finally there, warm and soft and real against you. When he bit your lip, you whimpered and the Doctor groaned as he chased after the sound.

You were breathless but still hungry when you finally had to part for air. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes still closed.

"Y/n," he whispered, so full of emotion you had to look at him. He smiled so it reached his brown eyes and you could finally, finally, cup his cheek like this, close and intimate.

You smiled back.

First kiss l've ever written, how did l do?

#doctor who #doctorwho #doctor who x reader #doctorwho x reader #the doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #the doctor #10th doctor #tenth doctor #doctorwho fanfiction #doctor who fanfiction #reader insert #doctorxreader #10th doctorxreader #tenth doctorxreader

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carters-sparks · 4 years

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Herman Carter | The Doctor/Reader, Amanda Young | The Pig/Reader Characters: Herman Carter | The Doctor, Amanda Young Additional Tags: I don't have much in terms of tags tbh, All general Ideas in the first introduction chapter, I'll still add as I go though, Comfort, Friendship, Romance, eventually romance Summary:

I'm really not good at titles, tags, or summaries. All I know is I need to get back in the swing of things.

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Debating on if I should do this when I finally write chapters, but I just finished chapter 3 (technically) of my Dead by Daylight reader insert oneshot collection. I finally got the muse to write tonight, so figured I’d share.

Currently I have a chapter “0″ to start the series, a starting chapter for Herman Carter/The Doctor, and a starting chapter for Amanda Young/The Pig. I also have a prologue that would be good to read, so you understand what I’m going for with all of this. Rather than post all the chapters there separate, I figured I’d like the story as a whole, and maybe post chapters as I complete them if they’re well received.

#Dead By Daylight #DbD #DoctorxReader #PigxReader #I don't wanna spam tags too much so I probably won't tag these with 50 tags lmao #reader insert

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ao3feed-elevenriver · 4 years

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Universe.MP3

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/320uGqK

by FayOfTheForest

There are a lot of things you can't remember. Your name, for one. Who you are. Why you're here. What this strange gold light coming from your mouth is. And why this odd man with a bow-tie keeps giving you those funny looks.

Words: 707, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song, Reader

Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, River Song/Reader

Additional Tags: Doctorwho - Freeform, EleventhDoctor, Matt Smith - Freeform, DoctorxReader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/320uGqK

#ao3feed #fanfic #doctor who #eleventh doctor #river song #eleven/river

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faemaidenttv · 5 years

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Shocker (DoctorxReader)

So in the spirit (no pun) of switching things up (but also yes pun), I played some Doctor today. Had one crummy round, then a pretty good one! A nice Jeff/Bill/Meg/Ace combo who let me shock em as they dropped pallets! And I’ve been wanting to write some fluff, so I went for some of Mr. Punny. (yes, I HC that.) It probably sounds weird, but I tried to keep it gender-neutral and not reveal the character. Trying to appeal to all?? and I know there’s not much actual romance... maybe there’ll be a part 2...?

edit: after writing this, it really seems like something I could continue.. I could also make it a story about one of my characters, who I created to have a crush on him, instead of an xReader. All up to.. anyone who actually READS THIS. lol.

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The overhead structure creaked loudly, echoing across the length of the map. Trilling happily, Herman walked past, bouncing his weapon in his hands. He approached the storage building and looked up, trying to spot whoever was on the second floor. Of course, he couldn’t squint.

The clatter of bones stopped as a totem popped.

He stepped into the doorway as a pale face appeared from the corner of the staircase. He gave chase, big boots making heavy thuds that drowned out the rushed Survivor and their breathing. Once he got upstairs, scratches were everywhere, but nothing else. Generator untouched. He leaned out the hole in the wall and saw more scratches darting off in one direction; he let himself down to follow them. A whole minute later, he had nothing to show. A twitch ran up his neck in agitation. It had probably been the Meg he’d seen, which would explain the supposed Sprint Burst.

He did a 180 and went back to the building, kicking a dropped pallet out of his way. Thumping back up the stairs, he stopped short when something moved behind a crate. Slowly, he crept around. Noone there. He glanced over to the other side of the crates; who had it been? Clacking his teeth, he went to step out the broken wall.

Two small arms wrapped around his waist.

He froze up, mental shock going up his spine instead of physical, as he was used to. He tried to look over his shoulder, but couldn’t see far enough. But it was clear it was one of the Survivors.

They held up a crumpled note in one palm, offering it to him.

He took it with his empty hand and skimmed it. Hastily written and a bit hard to understand. He could make out ‘affection’ and ‘okay’.

The Survivor grunted from a shock; with their face pushed into his back, it was too muffled to tell who it was.

He tried to turn around but they shuffled in a circle with him. Reaching around behind him, he tried to grab whoever it was, but their arms vanished from his waist. All he caught was a glimpse of a leg, nearly colorless in the light, speeding down the stairs. Should he chase? He tried to. As soon as he got out the door, the scratches stopped.

Two more generators had been activated in the meantime, taking the total required down to one. Had it been a ploy to distract him? He read the note again. Even to him, it looked a little mad. But… the faint feeling of warmth left in a ring around his belt, it felt… nice.

He turned on his heel and went back upstairs, sitting down on one of the crates. He read the note, again and again.

When the Gates blared on, he wasn’t there to watch them open.

He was too busy thinking.

For once, he was the one feeling shocked.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #dbd doctor #dbd fluff

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