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[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Wrong Tardis (Ninth Doctor x M!Reader/ Tenth Doctor x M!Reader)

I'm not a huge fan of Nine but I'm slowly going back and watching his episodes and he's kinda growing on me.

Not sure if he's ooc here (though I'm like 90% sure Rose is) but whatever. I'm super excited for tomorrow's special and really wanted to write more for this series.

If you have any requests for this series send me an ask! (just keep in mind I have my own plans for big episodes like Silence in the Library or End Of Time.

Wordcount: Just over 1k

Series masterpost

The Tardis was old, like really old, like when the Doctor stole it it was already in a museum old. So occasionally it glitched, nothing too big. That is until it glitched and teleported you you to Cardiff 2005.

That was a whole earth year before you even met the Doctor. On the plus side the glimpse of his face you saw before you were teleported told you he would find you and come to pick you up, it was only a matter of time so you walked around.

You had yet to be in Cardiff in 2005, you'd been in to Cardiff circa 1910 but not 2005 so you look around, you saw the sights, you people watched for a bit and then you saw a familiar blue box.

"About time" You told yourself as you walked in.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" You asked, happy to be back. By your calculation is had been about 3 hours.

"Who're you?" Asked a blonde woman who'd put herself between you and the Tardis console. You blinked.

You may have jumped to conclusions.

Looking around the inhabitants of this Tardis were very much not the inhabitants of yours. You only recognized one face. Captain Jack Harkness (Though he wasn't traveling with you when you'd been teleported away).

"You're Rose Tyler" You said to the woman who stood in front of you and she nodded.

"Yeah, and who are you?" She asked again. By now Jack and the Doctor, or the man you assumed was the Doctor were looking at you wearily.

You looked to the Doctor, his hair was darker and buzzed close to his head, his forehead creased in ways your Doctor's didn't and his ears were definitely larger than you remembered them being. Looking into his eyes calmed you though, because those were definitely the eyes of the man you loved. Though perhaps a few years younger.

This was the Doctor before you'd met him. before he knew you existed, maybe even before he destroyed Gallifrey.

"Well? Aren't you gonna answer her?" Asked Jack all three were looking at you expectantly.

"I'm an anthropologist" You finally said.

"An anthropologist?" Rose asked and you nodded.

Both Jack and Rose looked at you intently, not really buying it.

"Is that your name?" Rose asked wearily.

"No" You answered honestly, "But I can't tell you my name. I'm sorry." You told her and once again looked at the Doctor. He hadn't said anything yet.

"What do you mean you can't tell us your name? Why?" Rose asked.

"Because he's from the future Rose" The Doctor finally said, climbing down from the ladder he was perched on when you burst in.

"Aren't you?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're from my future" He said and you smiled almost sadly.

"Inquisitive as ever Doctor" You told him.

"I should go" You said, slowly turning around.

"Wait, if you're really from the future how come you were so shocked to see us? Don't you know us? Like, the future us?" Rose asked.

"He can't tell you anything Rose, it could put the whole timeline at risk" The Doctor said.

"He's right, I really shouldn't even be here. I thought this was my Doctor's Tardis coming to finally pick me up."

"Finally? How long have you been here?" Jack asked.

"About three hours" You told him.

"Does that mean there's another version of the Doctor wanderin' around Cardiff right now?" Rose asked and you chuckled a bit.

"No, we had a bit of glitch—" "With the timezone processor?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you that" You said but he smiled at you with the cheeky little smile that only this face must have because you'd never seen it before and you sighed, "Yes with the timezone processor".

"What's a timezone processor?" Rose asked.

"It's what keeps all occupants of the Tardis in the same time bubble in flight" Both you and the Doctor said together, the two of you looked at each other.

"It's going to be your fault you know. You don't check the timezone processor enough and at some point it's going to act up. I want you to remember me saying this when I see you again. It's your fault" You told him but your voice held no malice, quite the opposite, it was loving teasing and both Rose and Jack could tell.

"I'm gonna go meet Mickey at the train station" Rose said and she grabbed Jack with her as she left. Leaving you and the Doctor alone but not before looking at the Doctor one last time, smiling and giving him a big old wink.

With just the two of you left the Tardis was quiet except for the soft whirring of the engine as it fueled up.

"How do you know what a timezone processor is?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you" You said.

"When are you from?" He asks.

"I can't tell you that either" You repeat.

"Then can you tell me why you're looking at me like that?" He asks.

You step closer to him and gently cradle his face in your hands.

"I've never this face before" You simply say.

"What are you to me?" He asks.

"One day you'll find out. One day you're going to look at this face and smile and you're going to call me brilliant and when you do you're going to remember this and who knows, maybe I'll see this face again" You told him and kissed his cheek.

The wheezing sound of the Tardis landing could be heard faintly from beyond the wooden doors and you smiled widely.

"See you soon" You said and turned around, walking out to hopefully find your Doctor waiting for you.

Outside the Tardis stood another blue police box with the door open and the Doctor stood outside.

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" He said. His face was covered in oil and grease.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" you asked.

"Eh, eventually" The Doctor said.

"And was it sparking because of a loose wire from when we crashed on Auros?" You asked, admittedly somewhat condescendingly.

"Yes" The Doctor mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"I told you to check it" You said as you walked inside. The Doctor closed the door behind you.

"Y/N" He said, calling your name and you turned your attention from the Tardis console to him.

"Yes love?" You asked.

"Have I told you that you're brilliant?" He asked and you smiled.

"Not recently, no" You said.

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[denaliwrites]

Don't Blink

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Summary: Going home was meant to be a vacation from all the aliens and monsters.

Part 2: Don't Turn Your Back Part 3: Don't Look Away Part 4: Dreams See Us Through

Requests: Open!

Tag List: @nyxiethesimp

Warnings: Weeping Angels, babes.

You hadn't slept in days.

It started innocuous enough -- some nerves as you crawled into your bed, for once. You'd assumed it was because you were so used to the TARDIS that home didn't feel as much like home anymore. You thought that maybe, after a day or two, it'd get better.

It got worse.

Waking up the next morning, you were confronted with the feeling of being watched. No matter where you went -- your mum's, the shops, the cellar, even the restroom. Everywhere. All day. By the time you dropped into your bed that night, you were exhausted from being on high alert the whole day.

You didn't sleep well that night.

Nightmares plagued you -- they were nebulous, slipping just out of focus every time you thought you could make out even just a single detail. But despite that -- or maybe because of it -- you were terrified.

You awoke drenched in a cold sweat, covered in goosebumps and with a stomach churning with unease. You felt feverish, but when you took your temperature the thermometer flashed with a perfectly normal number.

Going about your day felt like a monumental task. While your limbs felt weighed down with lead, the rest of you felt light, jittery... panicky. Any attempts to focus for more than thirty seconds at a time failed miserably.

Maybe it was just your heightened state, but you could've sworn that everyone could see that you were starting to lose it.

That was the first night you didn't sleep.

The second night, you finally caught sight of the predator in the underbrush -- the thing that had been stalking you since you arrived back home. Only for a brief, blink-and-you-miss-it moment, but it was still long enough for you to know that it was the cause of your sleepless nights and worsening mental state.

You weren't sure how a perfectly ordinary angel statue could cause so much distress.

The third night, you noticed the statue had moved -- just a couple inches -- but it was enough for you to see the difference. Finally, you called the Doctor. Not five minutes later, you heard the TARDIS materialize outside.

You turned away for all of one second, but when you looked back, the angel had gone.

Well, "gone" was relative. It was out of line of sight, you could say that much for sure. But you knew it was still lurking nearby -- you could still feel it watching you.

The Doctor didn't bother announcing himself as he barged into your flat -- the TARDIS brakes were announcement enough. The sonic screwdriver was held aloft, its light moving in erratic circles in the darkened flat as the Doctor gradually made his way to you.

"Where is it?" he asked once he finally reached you. "Did you blink -- did it move!?"

You weren't sure how to answer. He had told you not to take your eyes off it, you recalled that now that he was here, yelling at you about it -- but you didn't even remember looking away just moments ago you were so exhausted.

In the back of your mind some little part of the normal you knew that the Doctor was just worried, but that little piece was dwindling with every moment you continued to lose sleep.

You'd moved right past delirium at this point -- and, hell, you weren't even sure how much of this was real. What if you were hallucinating? Angel statues that could only move if they weren't being looked at? That was a little crazy, even for the Doctor.

He turned to look at you when you remained silent, and when his eyes met yours they melted into pure, unadulterated concern and some dam inside you broke.

Sobs wracked your body and you collapsed. The only reason you didn't hit the ground was the Doctor surging forward, arms wrapping around you and holding you steady.

"Oh, dear," he cooed, holding you close. You buried your head into his chest, your cries still rocking through you, though the Doctor's arms kept you pretty snugly in place, and his clothes did an excellent job of muffling your blubbering.

You could feel one of his hands running comfortingly through your hair, while the other rubbed soothing circles into your back.

Miraculously, you calmed. For the first time in days, you felt like you could relax. Breathe. Hell, maybe even sleep.

It was with that thought that you felt yourself being effortlessly lifted. The Doctor carried you, bridal style, back to the TARDIS, through the doors and the console room and the halls, until he reached your bedroom and settled you carefully onto the bed.

"What about the angel?"

"You're completely safe in the TARDIS. I promise."

You knew that he knew that you had meant something different, but you were too tired to argue. Now that you were safe, sleep was coming to claim you rather quickly.

Once you fell asleep, you were haunted by nightmares again, but you were just so glad to be getting any sleep at all that you didn't care.

You found the Doctor in the console room the next morning, looking over something on one of the monitors. Without even so much as sparing you a glance, he dived right into it.

"That's no ordinary Weeping Angel."

"What do you mean?" you asked with a yawn and a bleary blink in his direction.

"See, normally a Weeping Angel wouldn't waste any time -- you blink, you're dead. Well. Teleported to another time so that they can feed off the energy that the displacement causes. But this... this is..."

"It's torturing me."

It wasn't a question -- how could it have been? You and the Doctor both could see what it was doing to you.

"Yes," he confirmed sadly.

"Reminds me of something," you said with a shrug.

"Oh?"

"Oh, do I get to be the brainiac for once?" you teased with a smirk, leaning back against the console beside him.

"I guess we'll find out," he teased back, mirroring your expression and bumping your shoulder lightly with his own.

You blushed, suddenly self-conscious, but you forged ahead anyway. "So, usually when a predator becomes a maneater it's because it's sick or injured and almost always starving, and humans are really easy prey compared to deer and antelope and stuff."

He was watching you with such rapt, adoring attention. You could barely stand it.

"But," you continued, "sometimes there are outliers. Predators that kill humans for unknown reasons, reasons that don't align with what we know about typical maneaters. The maneaters of Tsavo -- they were these two perfectly healthy, normal lions by all appearances, that killed anywhere from -- realistically speaking -- twenty-eight to thirty-two people, but reportedly they killed over a hundred. And no one really knows why they did it. There are theories, of course, but because they were healthy, and it happened over a century ago, there's no way to really confirm one way or another why they killed all those people."

You paused, thinking.

"Well, no way for the average person."

The Doctor beamed at you. "Oh, you are clever, aren't you?"

"I try."

"So you think maybe this Angel is an outlier?"

"Yeah, it's possible."

"No indicators of illness or injury, no signs of weakness or starvation. Just..."

"Sadistic tendencies?"

"But why?" he asked no one in particular, leaning back to stare at the monitor again.

"And..." you started thoughtfully. The Doctor turned to look at you again. "Why me?"

"Why you?" he repeated cluelessly.

"I wasn't here when it arrived, and it couldn't have known I was gonna be coming back anytime soon. It's possible it's been waiting for days, weeks for me to come back -- and it could've been waiting even longer if I hadn't decided I needed a break. That's a lot of waiting for a random person you don't know is coming back."

Realization dawned on the Doctor's face. "It's targeted."

"But why?"

"Why indeed?" he asked in that tone that was meant to sound casual but only served to let you know that he was deeply worried. "Let's find out, shall we?"

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[magiccath]

Every Word

Tenth Doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which two idiots who believe their love is unrequited finally admit their feelings for each other

A/N: My old account got accidently deleted so I'm using it as an opportunity to rework some of my older fics.

Sometimes, you were so distracting to the Doctor. Often, you weren’t even trying to be. You just were. Your existence was enough to make him forget what he was doing. Like, right now. 

You were sitting in the TARDIS control room, a book in hand. You leaned casually back against the console, one foot crossed over the other. You bit your thumbnail anxiously as your eyes darted across the pages. Whatever the story was, it had you fully engaged. 

He loved how focused you were - like the book was the most interesting thing in the whole ship. Your head was bent over the pages, causing your hair to fall in your face slightly. He had to resist the urge to reach over and brush the strands away from your eyes. 

He was supposed to be fixing the console. Even if he wasn’t doing that, he should be doing things that weren’t staring at you. He couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong, looking at you like this. He shouldn’t be as enamored with you as he was. 

He ran his hands over his face, tugging slightly. He needed to snap out of it. You shifted slightly, the motion causing his eyes to wander back to you. It was so hard to look away. 

Sensing his eyes on you, you peeked out from behind your book. The Doctor turned a deep scarlet and whipped his head away from your direction, pretending to act busy. You chuckled lightly to yourself and returned to your book. 

The Doctor couldn’t help himself, his eyes drifted over to you again. And again. 

“Doctor?” You laughed when you caught him again. The man blushed and rubbed his neck anxiously. 

“Yes?” 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, setting the book down. The Doctor looked at you, confused. 

“You’re staring,” you elaborated, narrowing your eyes. 

He shook his head vigorously, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear.  

“Do I have something on my face?” you rushed out, raking your hands across your face. 

“No, no,” The Doctor blubbered, “you look beautiful. You always look beautiful.” 

He regretted it immediately. He really shouldn’t have said that. 

You raised your eyebrow inquisitively. The Doctor was prone to rambles and word vomit, but they usually didn’t involve him calling you beautiful. This was uncharted territory, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t interested.

“I mean, you’re just naturally a really gorgeous person. More stunning than any star I have ever seen. Very possibly the most beautiful creature to exist. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone or something that matched your beauty,” the words came out in rushed clumps and you had to bite back a laugh. He was tripping over his words in an attempt to save face, but really he was just digging himself into a deeper hole. 

He averted his gaze and tugged at his hair. You found that he usually did that when the cogs in his brain were racing to keep up with his babbling mouth. 

“What I’m trying to say is there's nothing wrong with your face,” He gasped desperately, putting an end to his ramblings. 

You giggled quietly, trying to hide your laughter with a hand over your mouth. The Doctor chattered on all the time, but it was extremely rare you got to see him this flabbergasted. If you didn’t know better, you would think that he might actually have feelings for you. Ones that weren’t of the friendship variety, that is. 

“Thank you,” You grinned. The Doctor could feel his hearts melting. The minute you flashed him that smile he knew he was a goner. He loved your smile and even more, he loved being the cause of your smile. 

“You’re quite handsome yourself,” you smirked before walking to the other side of the room, averting the Time Lord’s gaze.

You didn’t want to ever admit out loud that you found the Doctor attractive. It’s not that you were ashamed of it. Practically everyone fancied the Doctor, he was just that kind of bloke. Rather, you couldn’t imagine him viewing you as more than a companion. But the way that he had been rambling on only a few minutes ago suggested otherwise…

The two of you never really bantered like this. Is that what this was? Was the Doctor flirting with you? The mere thought of it left you shaky and breathless. It felt too good to be true. 

The Doctor was shocked by your compliment, the words leaving him motionless. His reaction left you scared that you had gone too far, so you busied yourself with the numerous buttons on the console in front of you. Idly, you traced your fingers across them. 

“Really?” The Doctor asked, wide-eyed. You smiled to yourself. He could be so daft sometimes.

“I suppose so,” you said, finally lifting your eyes to meet his. Your words made the Doctor light up, a wide grin quickly taking over his face. 

“I’m quite fond of you, y’know?” You blushed, turning your head back towards the console. 

“I’m quite fond of you as well,” He said, moving closer to you. 

“Insanley fond,” you added. “You might even be my favorite person,” you shook your head.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, taking your hand in his. 

“I am?” You asked, genuinely shocked. 

“Of course! Have you met yourself?” 

You threw your head back laughing, the action making the Doctor smile to himself. 

“I love you,” he smiled adoringly, his wide toothy grin igniting a warmth in your stomach. You blushed and looked away, his gaze feeling insanely heavy.

“I- I mean... Uh,” He stammered, suddenly embarrassed by his confession. 

“Me too,” you interrupted his bumbling thoughts, looking up at his tall form. The Doctor stopped his blubbering and looked down at you. He swallowed anxiously, the action making his Adam’s apple bob aggressively. His eyes darted across your face, settling on your lips multiple times. 

“As more than a friend,” he whispered. 

“As more than a friend,” you repeated with a smile.

The Doctor's eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back, silently asking for permission. You nodded gently, the motion hardly noticeable. It was all the invitation he needed to grasp your face in his hands, delicately leaning in. He hovered for a few seconds, still giving you time to pull away. 

You sighed with frustration, grabbing his tie desperately and using it to pull his lips into yours. 

The Doctor was stunned at first but quickly relaxed into the kiss. His hands draped around your waist, gently pulling you closer to him. 

Your own hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling with the messy brown strands. You sighed deeply, the warm feeling in your stomach spreading across your body. 

The Doctor smiled against your lips, unable to contain his joy. 

After a moment, you pulled apart to gasp for air, your breaths coming out in quick pants. With red faces and lips plumped from the kiss, you smiled at each other before letting out a lighthearted laugh. His thumb trailed lightly across your bottom lip, the gesture gentle and loving. You ran your fingers along the seams of his suit, tracing the familiar lines. 

Still not getting enough of you, the Doctor plastered kisses across your face. He kissed your cheeks, forehead, chin, and collarbone lightly before landing on your lips again. This kiss was softer, more delicate. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. You let out a relaxed sigh and danced your fingers across the nape of his neck. 

“I meant every word,” He whispered, which made you laugh. 

“So did I,” you smiled up at him, before pulling him back in for another kiss.

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[scribble-bunnie]

Let You Go | Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader (Gender Neutral, I think, I didn't specify anything)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending that's also kinda Open?

Summary: Fragments of the process of falling in love with you; and the moment it all built up to.

A/n: This is my first time writing for this fandom and I'm only watched till the 2nd episode of S4 so please forgive any mistakes! Also, the Doctor might be ooc (my biggest nightmare, writing ooc characters) but I was possessed last night to write this instead of studying so ofc I will share it. The pacing is all over the place and I'm not the proudest but it's something. I hope you enjoy it regardless <3

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The Doctor doesn't remember how it happened. It had been too quick, or maybe too slow– or maybe it was both at once, leaving him unable to pinpoint when or how he fell in love with you. All he knew was that it had been easy.

There were moments though– moments when he could remember distinctly the unusual rhythm of his hearts that played only around you. Moments when, in the back of his mind, he had no choice but to admit that he was in love.

The one that hurt him the most to this day was the moment born out of his own anger. It had been at the end of a particularly harsh adventure, one that had left his feelings in a jumble, anger hot and quick to lash out the moment you had pushed a little too far, too close to his heart and to his hurt– he had shouted at you, "Don't you dare! You are not special!"

There was silence for a few seconds, enough to get the Doctor to realise what he had said but it was your response that still haunted him to this day.

"I know," you had said gently. He could see the hurt in your eyes, masked with an understanding and soft smile that was reassured. "I know I'm not special. I'm perfectly ordinary. And isn't that wonderful? Someone special like you needs someone ordinary like me by his side– to remind you that it's okay to be ordinary sometimes. It's not a bad thing, Doctor."

You had inched closer and opened your arms to offer him a hug, a way out of the conversation – a silent way to make an apology. He had taken it, not knowing what else he could have done instead to make you realise that you were wrong. Being ordinary was wonderful, but you were special. Special to him in ways he was too terrified to admit even to himself, so much so that he had said the opposite in a fit of anger because he was scared.

He didn't know how you did it, but you somehow knew that his anger was just him being hurt and scared. And you were always generous with your hugs when anyone was afraid– didn't he know that after seeing you hold so many strangers close while on your dangerous adventures? Those same strangers that he had been jealous of had been replaced by him in that situation and suddenly, the moment was not all that he had hoped it would be. It wasn't a delicate and vulnerable moment like he had thought; he had ruined it by hurting you.

Yet you were never one to hold a grudge. You never really mentioned it, except in passing sometimes when you joked about being ordinary and common whenever an alien or person would think you extraordinary. Every single time, the Doctor regretted not letting you know the truth– but that moment had been one where he couldn't have denied the truth even if he was scared.

There were other times, other memories of you that were a lot more warmer to remember. Like the time when you had asked him, a few days after joining him, whether the TARDIS was alive. He had answered you with a simple yes, and you had just nodded then but he could see you take the time to pet the TARDIS and speak to her sometimes when you thought he wasn't around. It was sweet, the way you were connecting to his only constant through all of time and space.

There was a moment on another planet, one in the far past where an alien species had been under attack from another. The Doctor still remembered the sight of you holding the alien child in your arms while you all tried to escape– had heard the comfort you had whispered into the child's ears despite being scared underneath the surface yourself.

When he asked you about it later, you had just given him a radiant smile and said, "The fear is just my natural instinct, Doctor. But the conscious part of me knows that you are there– and it's never scared because it believes in you."

You believed in him.

Sometimes, he wondered why. On the days when all the two of you encountered was death and destruction, the whispers of the danger that follows the Doctor clanging in the back of his head as hollow reminders, he wondered why you would choose to put all your faith in him. Why would you think that he was special, but you were ordinary? How were you able to still offer him comfort after seeing him destroy planets, species, entire civilizations? What did you see in him, an empty shell of a man he once used to be?

"Doctor?"

Your voice was like a steady anchor whenever he felt like he was drowning in his own thoughts. The loud volume of it was always offset with the gentleness in your tone whenever you spoke to him, and somehow, it always managed to make him feel warm. It sounded a lot like ho–

"Doctor, are you okay?" Your voice was concerned now. The Doctor blinked, snapping out of his own thoughts to look at you. You were holding something in your left hand and reaching out to touch him with your right one. "Is there something I can do?"

"No, no!" He cleared his throat, giving you a bright grin that faded a little at the edges when he realised that you were still staring at him impassively. "Sorry, just got a bit lost in my thoughts there."

You hummed, wrapping your arms around the box in your hands now. The Doctor looked at it curiously; wasn't it one of those cookie tins that you said were always full of sewing materials?

"Was it… about her?" You asked quietly, a little unsure and hesitant. It was the only topic you never really brought up– and whenever you did, you always sounded a little scared. Like anything you said would hurt him too much. Or maybe you were scared to pry too far into his feelings. "The planet we went to today… Did you go there with her?"

He had done that before. You had been there with Martha, when he had taken you two to places he had been with Rose. Never again after that, though.

"No, not this one," he shook his head, trying to look you in the eyes. It was usually so easy, you were always looking at him with wide eyes that seemed to admire him. Now though, you were looking away. He tried again. "I wasn't thinking about her."

"Home, then?" You finally looked him in the eyes, a little tension sucked out but not all. Gallifrey was the second topic you were careful to speak around. You had had your fair share of answers demanded out of him like Martha had, but after that, you had let the choice lie with him whether he wanted to talk about it. And, weirdly enough, sometimes he wanted to tell you everything. Wanted to tell you about the place that once used to be his home. Now…

"This is my home now," he replied quietly, hand slipping to cover yours over the cookie tin. You and the TARDIS. Home. "Anyway, what's this?"

If you realised his terrible attempt at switching topics (which you did, as always), you didn't comment on it. Instead, you held up the box and opened it to reveal not the notorious sewing materials but actual cookies.

"I," you blushed, embarrassed for once. It was surprising, considering you had held steadfast through far more humiliating scenes in all your adventures. Why were you blushing over cookies? "I tried baking some cookies. It's not, it's not much, and they're not all that goo– hey! I'm still speaking!"

The Doctor didn't wait after hearing that you made them. He immediately picked one up to try it. He could tell that the baking powder was just a little bit too much and the mix wasn't done properly in some bits but you were looking at him with a shy smile.

"I thought you deserved a little nice something after the mess our last adventure was," you mumbled, picking up one of the cookies yourself to eat.

"It's good," the Doctor felt a little choked– not on the cookie, but there was a lump in his throat. You rolled your eyes, waving your half eaten cookie at him.

"Liar," you called out, smiling through the action. "I promise the next ones will be better. Or maybe I should try a cake next time. Would you like that?"

The Doctor stiffly nodded, trying to blink away the sting in his eyes. As always, you knew something was off.

"Hey," your voice was soft, concerned. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"No," the word came out before he could stop it. Somehow, neither his brain nor his mouth had a filter when it came to you. "I just… wonder."

You waited for him to speak when he paused, trying hard to put the words together. Speaking his emotions was always so difficult.

"I just wonder," he tried again, "what I did to deserve you."

"It's just cookies, silly," you shook your head, inching closer. The Doctor hoped you would step even closer. A hug would be really, really nice right now. "It's nothing compared to all that you've given me. I have seen so much, gone all across time and space because of you– I could ask you right back what I did to deserve you."

"It's not," he was struggling but he had to let you know. You looked a bit confused, pausing in your actions to look up at him. "It's not nothing. All of time and space is nothing compared to all that you have given me. That understanding, that comfort, that warmth– I can't find it anywhere else in that time and space you speak of."

"Doctor…"

"Do you remember that time I said you were not special?" He asked quietly, taking a step closer. It was the first time he had done it; usually, you were the one who had to cross the space between the two of you. You opened your mouth, probably to say that it was all bygones, but he rushed ahead with, "I lied. I have wanted to tell you ever since then, that I am just a coward, and a liar. Saying that you're not special… that was just me trying to tell myself that I can't let you be special to me. Because the moment I let that happen, that's the moment I–"

He broke off, frustrated at how the words just weren't coming out the way they were supposed to. What was he supposed to say anyway? It's not like he could tell you his feelings. There was no way you would take it kindly. Not after knowing about Rose, not when you had only ever looked at him with respect and admiration.

"Doctor," your voice was quiet but you were so close and the hum of the TARDIS had quietened so much that he could hear you clearly. "Don't."

Was it possible for both his hearts to sink? He stared at you, tears welling up in your eyes as you gave him a painful smile.

"Don't do this," you added shakily, your arms coming up to hold yourself. Beside you, the cookie tin lay forgotten on the console. "Don't… give me hope, only to take it away. I have been strong, but I'm not strong enough for this."

"What–?" He didn't understand. You closed your eyes and took a step back, a step away from him. Something inside him fractured.

"I have loved you in silence, Doctor," you said quietly, "and I thought I did it well enough for you not to realise. But I must not have done a good enough job hiding it– you know how it is. I'm not, I'm not asking you to return my feelings. I don't expect or even hope you to. All I ask is that you forget it. Forget you know it and let me go on one more adventure with you. One last, if you can no longer bear to see my face after this. Just one–"

"Why one?" He stepped closer, covering the distance you had backed up. "Why not all of them?"

You seemed to have lost your breath as you stared at him. "Y- You mean it? I can stay? You will forget this happened?"

"No," he shook his head, hands reaching out to touch your elbows. With his eyes, he asked you for permission. You would be mad to deny it, when that's all you've wanted for so long now. "I can't forget it even if I tried to. I told you, you are something that I can't find anywhere else in all of time and space. And if you choose me, then I'm selfish enough to not let you go."

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The Tenth Doctor x Companion!Reader: Kiss

Summary: You can only hope he’ll give you more credit in the future...and maybe more kisses, too.

Rating/Tags: All (Post-Rose; Human!Reader; Mechanic!Reader)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Notes: Hey! I only saw Doctors 9 and 10, and the latter I stopped watching after Martha left due to becoming a busy college student who wanted to spend most of her time sleeping and watching anime with her friends. Thus A) This is probably not all that accurate and B) Please don’t send requests for more Doctor Who-related things, because I haven’t watched a single episode since, like, 2010, and I’m not likely to start again now. 

Kiss

Would it be cliché of you to remark that, when you decided to run away from your Podunk town hand in hand with a who-knew-how-powerful alien, you had not expected so much running? Yes. Yes, it would. Besides that, the Doctor had made it pretty clear just how in shape you needed to be on that first little adventure of yours back on Earth. What you had not expected, even after several weeks, months, years (you weren’t really sure how long it had been), was that the save of the day would once rely on your running.

“Get back to the TARDIS!” the Doctor snapped, when you’d spun about to help him.

The entire venture had been your idea–a mechanical planet? Well, it turned out to be more a planet inhabited by mechanical beings, a bit like Cars, but not ridiculous–and that seemed to rankle him more than usual. You stood, blinking at him, until the ground began to shake underneath your feet. The Doctor gestured wildly for you to run off.

“You’ve got a better chance of getting it going in this mess than I do," he said. "Go!”

You knew better than to ignore a direct order. The Doctor had reminded you only that morning that failure to obey him would land you right back home working endless hours at the body shop with no hope of bigger and brighter things ahead. Still, the thought that you could fix the TARDIS was laughable, and you figured that the Doctor only wanted you out of the way long enough to prevent you from getting crushed.

Sure enough, the only problem was that the Doctor had left the emergency brake on. Again. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out (unless said genius hadn’t spent enough time reading the manual to decipher the mess of wires and handles). You wrenched the brake into the off position with your heart hammering. Twisting back around toward the doors, you expected him to come sprinting in to start the process of leaving. 

All you got for your efforts was another massive explosion that rocked the floor so hard you nearly shoved the emergency brake back on.

From the sound of things, the fight outside wasn’t going well. You were far enough away that you couldn’t hear the Doctor, but the metallic screech of what was after him sounded off every few seconds. 

What if he didn’t come back?

Oh, the Doctor would come back. You didn’t have to fret over not having someone getting inside to get you off this planet and back to the relative safety of the void of time. But it might not be the Doctor that you were used to–the one that told you time and time again that his regenerations were like death. 

“Sure, my memories will still be there,” he would say when the silences between you got too long, “but they’ll be inside some other man’s head.”

What if that other man didn’t want you coming along? Worse still, what if you didn’t get along with him? What if he stuck you back on Earth without so much as a goodbye?

Even as such frantic thoughts bounced around your head, you cast about the TARDIS’s interior for something you could use to help. You were just a run-of-the-mill human, nothing that could take on the gigantic Transformers-esque beasts outside! 

Then you saw it: the damaging beam weapon you’d thrown together a few days ago from parts lying around the place.

“No,” the Doctor had said firmly, wrenching the enormous bazooka-like item from your grasp. When you tried to protest, he’d scowled. “Too much like a gun! I didn’t bring you along to weaponize my ship.”

But he hadn’t turned it into scrap yet, and, given how busy things had been since, probably hadn’t had time to disable it either. You grabbed the object without a second thought and burst out of the TARDIS while still struggling to heft your “gun” into place.

Outside, the noise was nearly deafening. The fight was closer now, too. You vaguely thought you remembered this whole thing beginning when the robot-alien-things (you had a mind for figures and parts, not names and species) decided the TARDIS probably had parts that could help the planet’s inhabitants along with their invasions, but you didn’t know for sure. 

The large figure continued to stampede, shaking the ground tremendously; the Doctor darted about, stabbing the air with his screwdriver to no discernible affect. As you watched, the creature made a grab for the Doctor that had him stumbling backward. It was time for you to act or resign yourself to whatever regeneration came next. 

You chose the former. Without even knowing if you were in a range close enough to do any damage, you yanked the trigger and kept running forward.

A massive white blast erupted from the other end. Did it do anything? You had no way of knowing. The kickback was much more than you expected; it sent you not only backwards, but up. 

What went up, must therefore come back down. Your back collided against the planet’s rocky surface, knocking all the wind from your lungs. You lay there gasping for breath and staring up at the red sky, hoping that you’d managed to take the alien out and not your road trip buddy. The fact that you could no longer hear the grinding and explosions from before was somewhat heartening, but you could also just have lost your hearing in your fall.

Then the Doctor appeared right above you, frowning one of his angriest frowns. You’d seen it thrown at no small number of beings that got too big for their britches, but never at you. 

You didn’t care. He was okay and himself, as far as you could tell.

Without waiting for you to speak, he grabbed your hand and yanked you to your feet. You lost no time in grabbing him in a hug and burying your face in his chest. He did not return the gesture, but also did not shove you away.

“I told you to go to the TARDIS,” he said.

“I did! And I ‘fixed’ things. But you didn't come back, and I was so worried!”

“I regenerate!” He pointed out waspishly. “You won’t!”

At last, he pushed you an arm’s length away. Still frowning, he looked you up and down. Your face stung from several small scrapes, and your back felt terribly bruised. You tried not to let that show, however; you would hate it if the Doctor decided to abandon you back on Earth because you were unfit for further adventures. 

Unfortunately, whatever he saw there, he wasn’t pleased.

“[Name], I told you just this morning when you asked if we could come here that you had better do everything I say unless you wanted to go back home. You have directly disobeyed my orders and put both of us and the TARDIS in danger!”

He continued to go on, spouting off a list annoyances so fast that you could hardly understand them. You weren’t trying to anyway. Your relief was still too strong. The fact that it was still your familiar Doctor standing in front of you and reaming you out was worth every bit of his frustration–not to mention that you felt a certain amount of satisfaction over being the rescuer yourself for once. As the Doctor’s tirade went on, you stood on your tiptoes, pressed his cheeks between your palms, and brought his face down for a kiss, right on the lips.

When you pulled away, you were panting nearly as hard as you had been after being knocked to the ground. The Doctor looked no less out of breath, though he recovered much more quickly to give you a look of utmost incredulity.

“What are you doing?” he demanded. “You can’t kiss me while I’m lecturing you! You could have died, and–”

“And I didn’t!” you said all in a rush. Your elation was starting to break through your anxiety. You could almost have danced, you were so happy with the situation, the Doctor, and yourself.

After a moment of staring at you as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, the Doctor cracked a smile. More than that: A second later, he let out a whoop of laughter. “And you didn’t!” He grabbed both your hands and leaped once into the air. “We did it!”

“We did it!” you crowed. Both of you were still alive! The TARDIS was fine! The Doctor was the same one that you’d seen that morning over breakfast!

And he felt it too, even if he didn’t admit so with words. He kept his hand around one of your and led you back to the ship. You hummed as if to pretend that you weren’t there to interrupt the mood, but the Doctor refused to play along. He hummed, too, and every so often he would lean down and kiss the top of your head.

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Im so obsessed with dark doctor n u always make fic of them soo good. I cant resist to ask for more. can u pls do a dark!10th doctor x reader in which ur become his wife during john smith fiasco? Afterward he does not give u a choice but to stay in his tardis with him. What happen next is up to u. Thanks in advance.

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Ooh yes, I do like writing dark fics and I hope you like this one!

Title: 'Til Death Do Us Part

Warnings: dark fic, kidnapping

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You pulled your legs up against your chest as you huddled against the far corner of the room you were in. You suppose you could call it a bedroom, after all it did have a bed in it, but the whole atmosphere of this strange place was weird. The constant hum from this strange machine that your husband dragged you into was off putting. A soft knock at the door had you looking up sharply.

“Y/n, it’s me Martha. Can I come in?”

You were relieved it was her. You had a feeling that if it was John, no wait, the Doctor he wouldn’t have knocked.

“Y… yes.”

Slowly the door opened and Martha came in. She gave you what you assumed was meant to be a re-assuring smile but it didn’t quite meet her eyes. She sat down on the floor by the door as silence lapsed over the two of you.

“Where am I?” you asked eventually

“The TARDIS.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“It’s… it’s a time machine,” Martha said eventually, “And a space ship. You see, the Doctor and I-“

“John?”

“Yeah,” Martha couldn’t (or wouldn’t) meet your gaze, “Him. He’s… he’s… he’s not from this planet.”

“And you? Are you human?”

“Yes but I’m from the future.”

“The future,” you closed your eyes and rested your forehead against your knees, “This is madness.”

“I’m sorry,” you could tell from the tone of Martha’s voice that she was, “I didn’t want this for you. I tried to persuade him but-“

You looked up quickly when Martha cut herself off. She was in the same position as you, knees pulled up against her chest.

“He didn’t hurt you,” you said, “This… Doctor?”

“No.”

“Good. I don’t want you to get hurt on my account.”

“He said that he wanted to protect you,” Martha said, “That you’d be safe here.”

“Safe,” you raised your eyebrows at her, “Somehow I have a feeling that I’d be just as safe in here as I would be out there.”

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You woke up with a start, blinking rapidly as you tried to figure out where you were. It took you a second before you remembered that you were on this strange ship. The constant humming had quietened down so you assumed it was night. You breath hitched and strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist and pulled you against a familiar chest.

“It’s late,” Joh- The Doctor said, “And you need to get back to sleep.”

“No,” you struggled in his grip, determined to break free, “No. Let me go!”

The Doctor sighed and just tightened his arms. You whimpered slightly in pain and he pressed his forehead against the back of your head.

“Never wanted it to be like this,” he said, “Had a whole plan but then things moved too quickly. Getting you to safety was my top priority.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What,” the Doctor let out a humourless laugh, “That I’m a time travelling alien? Would you have believed me?”

“No…”

“Then there’s you answer. Now go back to sleep.”

“Once you’re out of my bed.”

“Our bed. We are still married.”

The Doctor raised your hand and in the darkness you could faintly see your wedding ring. You had taken it off and thrown it away when he first dragged you into this strange box. Seeing it on your finger, knowing that he put it back on, made your stomach twist awkwardly.

“’til death do us part,” the Doctor muttered, his lips grazing against your cheek, “Dear.”

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[x-reader-writer]

Communication

Pairing: Doctor Who (10th) x Male Reader

Style: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I've been gone so long guys, I've been very busy and had writers block! Also, my suggestions are still open ♡

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Y/n had been known the Doctor for over three years now. He'd met him not long after he'd regenerated, having seen Rose pass by and was now travelling with the Doctor and Donna. However, Donna had gone home to visit her family - mainly her grandad. So, it was just him and the Time Lord.

Y/n sighed to himself as he was sat in one of the infinite rooms of the TARDIS. The doctor was somewhere galavanting around the ship, so it was just him and the TARDIS.

"You know, sometimes I wish I could understand you as well as he does," y/n grumbled to himself, leaning back on the chair as he looked up at the ceiling.

He heard the iconic sounds of the TARDIS replying to him, making him smile. "You're always so kind to me, even if I don't understand you, you reply to the best of your ability," the man replies, a small smile on his face.

After a few more sounds, he starts to seem to understand what was being 'said'. He looks around confused, assuming the Doctor was walking past.

"Can you understand now?"

"What...?"

"I said, can you understand now, Y/n?" Y/n's eyes widened as he gawked. "From your reaction, I assume you can."

"How is this.. possible?"

"I mean, I'm a living organism that can translate all languages, so why is this not possible?"

"That.. weirdly makes sense," Y/n chuckles to himself, a wide smile on his face. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, dear Y/n."

"Dear?" Y/n questions, raising an eyebrow.

There was silence for a second, before he heard the response, "Don't tell the others, but you're my favourite. Oh, and you shouldn't say that to the Doctor either. He may get jealous."

"Why would he get jealous?"

"He gets rather possessive."

Before y/n could reply, the Doctor walks into the room, a bright smile on his face. "Ah, there you are!" He looks him up and down and looks puzzled. "Why're you just sitting there not doing anything? At least read a book!" He mopes.

Y/n chuckles and smiles back at the doctor. "I was just having a conversation with the TARDIS."

"Well that must be boring," he replies, frowning. "C'mon, there's something I want to show you."

Y/n shrugs his shoulders, before getting up and following the doctor to the control room. The Timelord walked straight to the door and waits for his companion to catch up to him. He smiles at them, before opening the TARDIS doors.

Y/n's eyes widen and his mouth falls agape, before slowly walking through the door to look at the scenery closer.

The TARDIS had landed on a blue, grass field that stretched into the heavens, touching the lilac skies with stars that shined pink. The turquoise trees stretched high and danced in the soft breeze, with light blue fruit resting on the leaves.

It was an incredible sight, and introduced so many cool colours that Y/n adored. The Doctor leant against the TARDIS' doorframe, watching his companion's reaction, before pulling out a picnic blanket and basket from the entryway.

The Doctor lays out the picnic, before Y/n turns to look at him. He smiles brightly and joins the Doctor on the blanket.

"Thank you, this is lovely."

"Well, I know how much you love pretty scenery and some of these colours. Plus, you deserve a nice, peaceful break. After dealing with me for so long."

Y/n blushes softly at realising the Doctor had taken notice of the things he liked and sorted this all out for him. "I really appreciate this, Doctor."

"And I appreciate you," the Doctor replies, before smirking playfully at Y/n. "Now eat up! The food won't last forever!"

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Confusing Introductions

10th Doctor X Reader Summary- The Reader has a very frightening start of their day, until a dashing man and his box comes to their rescue, but due to their brain being overloaded and confused by very new concepts, they think that they HAVE to be dreaming... right?

Writers Note- I wrote this story quite a while ago and have been contemplating if I should post it or not. It's short due to it being the first story i have ever written, but i am very willing to write longer and more in-depth stories in the near future!

It was strange.

Today was meant to go like every other day. but for some reason… Everything went topsy-turvy. I woke up with a startle from my alarm, 10:30pm like usual, signaling that it was time to get up and get dressed for work.

Everything was meant to be normal.... what happened?

I took a shower, made some food, and gathered my things. Anticipating that long work hours for tonight.

I walked to my car, quickly setting my things on the passenger side seat and then making my way around to the driver side… but something stopped me. the low humming…. the soft beeping…. the weird rhythmic vibration of the cement beneath me… I quickly looked around for any sign of machinery or… anything that could make such a noise… nothing. Nothing but the cars that lined my street and the soft buzzing of the street lamps that softly aluminate the pavement beneath me.

I turned back around, quickly opening my car door and about to sit inside until…"Come with us."

I shriek as I am yanked backwards by my wrists and slammed up against my car. I tilt and turn my head as best as I can. "What the hell are you doing!?" I shout at the people dressed as.. robots? I scoff of course, thinking this is some weird prank or an…. odd robbery. I see one of them come to my left side, gun in hand. Looks much like a water gun with shiny metal bits attached. I roll my eyes, a prank… of course. "I'm gonna be lat-" "you do not have permission to communicate." I furrow my brows. This is ridiculous! I stare at the man as he aims the "gun" at me. I wince, waiting for water to shoot out of this thing, until this weird red beam of light comes out seeming to scan me up and down. "It is what we need." I am pulled up from off the car with force. I wince from the strength of his grasp. Trying to shake him off only makes him grip tighter and I am for certain it will leave bruises. I am forced to walk with them, getting shoved every so often to keep pace.

As we walk, my eyes latch on to something I have never seen before... or at least never paid attention to.

In my neighbors yard sits…A strange police…box? I've never seen that there before… unless my neighbors has gotten really into a peculiar sense of decoration. I see a man step out of said box… He's not my neighbor and I’ve definitely haven’t seen this man before in my neighborhood- Who is he? I am knocked from my thoughts with a big shove, having stopped to stare at the man. The "robots" rushing me along as the man makes eye contact with me. He puts his finger up to his lips in a shushing motion as he slowly creeps through the shadows. I look forward hearing the same low humming and soft beeping, seeing some type of ship materialize right in front of me.

My head slowly starts to feel watered down. My brain trying to rationalize everything in front of me, yet every rational guess coming to a screeching halt as nothing right now makes any sense. We slowly approach this air craft of some sort. As we get 20 feet away from the ship, the robots start to spaz in front me, one by one falling to the ground. As the robots that were holding onto me falls, I'm taken down with it. My hands being held by the things harsh grasp, I can not catch my self- crashing into the body of one of the fallen robots. My vision turns dark, all senses seeming to collapse all at once. And that's where I am now... Having woke up in this blue box that is some how bigger on the inside than on the outside and the man that claims that he is the 'doctor' saying he saved me going on and on about quantum physics and time. "I'm gonna be honest," I say, halting the doctors unstopping discussion,

"I have already came to the conclusion that this," I jester around towards…. everything, "is a dream. This talk about time and this… thing…. box… makes no sense, not to mention the weird metal robots that tried to kidnap me….I would like to wake up now."

The doctor laughs seemingly amused, "believe what you want but this…” he mocks my jesters from earlier, "…is reality. I know that may be hard to decipher in that human brain of yours but you can't argue with a Time Lord." I stare, my mouth slightly agape, "a…. time… lord… you're kidding!" i say, laughing out of bewilderment. "nope, sorry to say I'm not kidding!" he says while shaking his head. I laugh, "well, until I am proved that I am not in a dream, I'm just gonna believe that all of this is… weirdly a part of my creativity." He tilts his head, a goofy smile showing up on his face as he makes his way around this table... controller... thing...

"Time shall tell." He quickly slams his fists down on a button, and flips a lever down. Everything kicks into actions from randoms sparks to the shaking and rumbling of the entire box as the doctor frantically pulls levers and turns things. Feeling my feet almost leave from underneath me grasp onto the nearest thing next to me, it being a hand rail. He looks at me, his grin growing huge…

"Oh this is gonna be fun!"

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(Headcanons) Going to Renaissance Faire with the Tenth Doctor

A/N: This wasn’t a request. Just something random I wanted to write about after going to my local Ren Faire. I have more with this same scenario for other characters in mind coming soon! :)

Check out others: Simm!Master

Well, first off, it’s gonna be awkward. Mostly because if he spots a Queen Elizabeth I actress, he’s going to ramble on about the time he married the real Virgin Queen herself and thought she might be a Zygon upon which, you just chuckle and roll your eyes.

But now he’s keeping a careful eye on the actress queen, wondering if she could be a Zygon herself.

In order to change the subject, you drag him along to one of the vendors to look at items everyone is selling. 

He helps you pick out accessories for your Renaissance outfit and encourages you that you will look good in them. 

After, you both go to watch one of the battle shows, upon which the Doctor tells you of course it’s not real and he’s actually seen what the real battle is like.

If you take your eye off of him, even for a moment, he’s gone and you know exactly where to find him. He’s over at the Queen’s court, kneeling down and scanning her with his sonic screwdriver to see if this actress is a Zygon. Once he gets his confirmation that she isn’t, he will leave the matter alone for the rest of the day.

While eating a Turkey leg, the Doctor comments that although he’d prefer to take you to the real Renaissance era in order to get the full experience, he actually prefers this one better because he gets to spend a calm moment with you. 

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Imagine falling asleep in his arms on the Tardis’ couch *A Drabble*

Warnings: Fluff and semi violence

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Y/n had sat down next to the Doctor on the blue sofa with tears leaving her eyes

It was only cause she was really stressed out from the last place they went too

Y/n had almost died, but luckily the Doctor had saved her on time, but it still traumatized her

A meteor had almost hit her just being a couple of inches from her, but the Tardis started to surround her before it could

The Doctor had teleported her inside of the Tardis so she didn’t die

With a stunned look, Y/n headed off to her room to not speak about what just happened

The Doctor had tried to talk to her before now, but she wouldn’t allow him too since she didn’t feel like talking about it quite yet

Of course she actually didn’t need to talk about, but she needed comfort from that now

“I need a hug” she starts as she faces him

The Doctor looks at her and shook his head and then gave her a hug

She was sobbing in his chest and he was rubbing her back too

“Do you want to go home? Cause I could take you back-“ he asked her which makes her even more sad

Y/n didn’t want to leave because of almost dying

She knew the Doctor would just save her or bring her back home since he knew what was best for him and her (despite it hurting more being separated)

“No” she cries out into his chest which he understood perfectly

He felt relieved that she didn’t want to leave quite yet, but he also felt bad since she did almost die

But he saved her….

But what if he couldn’t one day?

These thoughts had soon got interrupted once he heard her quietly snoring

She had cried herself to sleep

The Doctor smiles a bit and lifts her up and brought her to her room

Once in her room, he places her down in her bed and tucked her in

He was about to leave her room, but while he stood in front of the door, he looks back at her

The Doctor was so worried about her right now, but after going into her mind to see what she was dreaming about made him blush

They were going on a date in 2030 Paris in her dream

He knew where to bring her once she was awake now

The door shuts leaving the Doctor at the other end of it with a big smile now

He was excited to tell her where they were off too when she wakes up

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Forgotten Stars: Platonic!Doctor x F!Reader pt 1

AN: This is the sequel to my series An Unexpected Trip, the master list can be found HERE. However this chapter can be read as a standalone. Also this is my first time writing for 10 and Donna. So I apologise if they are too OOC.

If I could name every star in the sky after you I would. I just wish I knew your name.

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The black void of sleep slowly left you as the waking world beckoned harshly to you. Groaning you rolled onto your back. A sharp pebble dug into your spine, eliciting a angry profanity from your lips. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the post sleep brain fog.

Bright sunshine blared down on you in a town square. The pebble in your back was from the stone floor you’d been lying on. Confused you looked frantically around, trying to find absolutely anything that seemed familiar.

However nothing was clicking in your brain, not the town or any of the words on signs, and certainly not the confused looking monks that had gathered about ten feet away from you.

“Uhhhh…Hello?” You awkwardly waved, before the monks quickly started yelling at you in a foreign language, possibly Italian, or wait was that Latin?

Their angry yells and your confusion compounded into a fight or flight response, but before you could run for the hills the advancing monks were halted by a loud commanding voice.

“Oi, Monkies leave her alone!” You turned to face your saviour, a pretty red head in her late thirties early forties, held her hand out to you, as another person, a man in a long brown coat dealt with the monks. Gladly you took the womans hand.

Normally you would be more weary of strangers but this was not a normal situation.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, I’m Donna by the way.” She replied kindly.

“Hi…” You started but were swiftly interrupted by the ridiculously tall and peppy brown haired man. The same one that had talked to the monks and seemingly gotten rid of them.

“And I’m the Doctor, nice to meet you…” He outstretched his hand to you, urging you to introduce yourself, but as you stared at his outstretched hand your mind went completely blank. There was nothing there. A void.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t know who I am.” You stuttered, terrified by your own admission. The Doctor and Donna shared a worried look, not that you really noticed, you were too busy spiralling. Your hands started to shake, your breathing becoming laboured and a cold sweat prickled at your nape. Every thought in your head was screaming.

Why couldn’t you remember your name? How old were you? Where did you grow up? What was happening?

“Hey, hey,” The calming voice of The Doctor broke through your fear, his large hands holding your shoulders steady, he was bent to be eye level with you, his brown eyes caring but probing. He was looking for something, but for what? You couldn’t tell.

“It’s going to be okay, trust me.” He smiled. You wearily eyed him, Donna noted this instantly.

“I know you don’t know us, and if it was me, I’d be side eyeing everyone I met, but if there’s anyone in the whole universe that can help, it’s The Doctor.” Her sincerity eased your nerves a little.

“Okay,” You sighed. “Besides it’s not like have have any other options.” You smiled, accepting their offer.

“That’s the spirit!” The Doctor slapped your shoulder jubilantly. “Come on then, allons y!” He bounced before starting off in the direction he’d come from. You looked to Donna confused by the sudden burst of energy, Donna simply laughed.

“You get used to it.” She answered your silent question as you both followed after the man.

As you walked with the redhead back to where they’d come from, you took a good look at the surrounding area. It was a small town, all stone and wood. It felt ancient compared to yourself, and the Latin the monks had spoken validated that feeling.

“Donna?” You questioned, she hummed in response. “Where are we?”

“Piza, Doctor said it was 1371.”

“So it is Italy,” You mumbled to yourself right before the other shoe dropped. “What’d’ya mean 1371! How are we in 1372?!”

“The Doctor has this box, it travels in time.” Donna gently replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Shut up, no it doesn’t.” You snorted incredulously interrupting her full explanation. A time travelling box, that was just impossible, how stupid did she think you were? Although deep down something told you that she wasn’t lying.

“I had the same reaction,” Donna laughed, “but just you wait. It’s amazing.” Her eyes were dazzling, full of wonder and excitement, it was a little infectious.

Shortly the three of you turned into a cobblestone alleyway, it was like any other alley you’d passed save for the bright blue wooden police box standing tall amongst the stone. The Doctor stood proudly in front of the box, beaming expectantly at you.

You walked towards it like a woman possessed. The low humming emanating from it was seemed inherently familiar. Ignoring The Doctor and Donna’s confused looks, you placed a tentative hand upon the blue wood. The police box hummed louder at your contact. Your hand drew quickly back, not from shock, but from confusion. Something felt off about the noise, at first it had felt comforting, like a long lost friend, however once you’d made contact, it felt different, foreign and not quite right.

“You alright?” The Doctor quirked an eyebrow at you.

“I…” You looked at the man, a deep sadness settling in your chest. “No.”

“Oh sweetheart, come here.” Donna hugged you lightly and you realised you were crying.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying over a box.” You wiped your tears from the redheads embrace.

“If you need to cry cry.” She soothed. “Right Doctor?”

“Right,” He smiled. “Now, I think it’s time we get to the bottom of this.”

With a flourish he opened the double doors and stepped inside. Donna gently encouraged you to step in after him. Slowly you crossed the threshold, a solemn smile spread across your sniffling facade.

A large cavernous room surrounded you, deep orange coral pillars grew from the grated floor right up to the domed ceiling. The walls matched with the pillars in colour but instead of an organic stone they were covered in mechanical hexagons, maybe they were lights or solely decorative, honestly you couldn’t tell. The highlight of the room, quite literally, was the coral control console. Bathed in a fierce green glow, the central pillar of the centre was slowly rising up and down, in time with the low humming of the box, almost as if the ship was breathing. It was simply beautiful.

“She’s gorgeous.” You breathed, as you touched a pillar close to you. The Doctor hovered closely, watching you intently.

“She?” There was a a smirk behind his question, as if he was being secretly validated.

“Oh, uh…” You don’t know why you’d referred to the machine as a she. It had just felt right.

“Oh don’t start spaceman,” Donna closed the doors behind her. “He’s always trying to convince me that the TARDIS is alive.”

“She is.” The Doctor insisted.

“TARDIS?” The word was familiar on your tongue. Permanent deja vu had settled in the back of your head the moment you’d seen the TARDIS in the alley. You were starting to believe that meeting The Doctor and Donna hadn’t been a coincidence, especially with how unfazed the two seemed to be. “This is insane.”

You huffed, sitting down on the grated floor. You were frustrated beyond belief, nothing made sense but it seemed all to normal for you. That frustration was quickly turning to anger. Apparently you had a short fuse. Goody.

Bbzzzzzz

A loud buzzing from behind you, snatched you out of your thoughts. Turning you saw The Doctor pointing some strange device at you, the blue light stung your eyes as he waved it in front of your face.

“Seriously Doctor why is sonicing strangers your go to?” Donna questioned. You were about to say something when The Doctor exclaimed loudly in excitement, causing you to almost jump out of your skin.

“Biometric teleport!” A smile overtook the mans face.

“What?” You and Donna asked in unison.

“Look.” The Doctor pulled you up and brought you to a small screen which he quickly ‘soniced’ as Donna had called it. What looked like a high tech x-ray of a neck and a flashing little dot in it played on the screen. The Doctor looked expectantly between you and Donna.

“What am I looking at?” You asked.

“You. Your neck to be precise. And the biomentric teleport implanted in it.” Your hand instantly shot to your neck.

“How does that work?” Donna beat you to the question.

“It’s brilliant really. Invented in the 52nd century as a sort of lifeboat.” The Doctors voice full of passion as he explained. “It binds to a persons DNA and a specific location. One way transportation for when the user is in mortal danger.”

“Mortal danger?” You questioned.

“Well,” He shrugged, “The device has to be set to a specific heart rate to trigger. Most people set it to an acute tachycardia and the nearest hospital. But for you, it’s set to 250 beats per minute. So I just assumed mortal danger.”

“Or just a regular day with you.” Donna snarked.

“Why was it set to Piza 1371?” You asked, almost more confused that you originally were.

“It wasn’t.” The Doctors eyes shifted away from you. “It’s set for the TARDIS.”

“Excuse me?” You balked. “What’d’ya mean ‘it’s set for the TARDIS.” You imitated his almost flippant tone.

“What’s going on?” Donna demanded, confused just as you were. The two of you stood side by side, a united front of confusion against a suddenly outnumbered Doctor.

“Ah okay” The Doctor raised his hands in surrender. You both shared an expectant glare towards the man. “Blimey there’s two of you.”

“Doctor.” You warned.

“Right, so time isn’t linear. And things don’t always happen to me in the right order. One downside of time travel.”

“Are you implying a you from the future did this?” You weren’t getting any clarity from his explanations, the frustrated anger was slowly building again.

“No…Maybe…Yes.”

“So why didn’t she go to her Doctor then?” Donna broke the tension.

“The teleport tech is short range. We were probably the closest TARDIS to you.”

“So why was I unconscious on the dirty floor of Piza?”

The Doctor looked a tad guilty.

“We were taking off, and you sort of bounced.”

“Bounced?!”

“Is that what that was?” Donna remarked almost to herself. “I wondered why you changed your mind on leaving. Now I know.”

“Yeah Donna, not helping.” The Doctor chastised.

“So that’s it, I bounced off your box and lost my memory in the impact?” This should have sounded too far fetched to be true, but once more there was something familiar about the absurdity of the situation. Maybe your version of The Doctor had thought they were doing the right thing when they implanted the teleport, but you had no way of knowing, and the man in front of you wouldn’t have the answers until some unknown time in the future.

The Doctor shifted uncomfortably under your gaze.

“That is it right?” You prodded. “Isn’t it Doctor?”

The silence in the TARDIS was almost deafening.

“I’m just gonna go put the kettle on.” Donna awkwardly motioned before shuffling away to another room. Leaving you and The Doctor alone.

“How bad is it?” Your voice was small.

“I don’t know, but I’ll fix it, I promise.” The Doctors face serious and determined. His words echoed around in your head, repeating, twisting, transforming into another voice. A more familiar one, one that you most definitely knew.

“Aghh.” You winced in pain, you hand flying up to your forehead. It was like a jackhammer was going off behind your eyes. The Doctor held your shoulders steadying you, worry painted across his face.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Your promise…” You blinked slowly, your gaze meeting the mans in front of you. “I think MY Doctor promised the same thing. Right before you found me.”

“Quite possibly.” Your face fell a little at his statement. “But hey, if you can remember that, it means we can get your memory back.”

You held his hands on your shoulders and nodded.

“Damn right we will.” You smiled. “After all you have promised me, twice.”

The Doctor chuckled lightly, before letting you go and turning towards the direction Donna had run off.

“I should probably tell Donna it’s safe to come out now.” The Doctor chuckled, “Donna!” The Doctor yelled as he disappeared from the room.

You watched after him, your smile slowing fading as you thought about YOUR Doctor. Something didn’t sit right with those words. No, not words. Word. Doctor.

Why was the idea of you travelling with a future Doctor so uncomfortably wrong to you?

What the hell had you been through? And why did it feel like only the beginning of something much, much worse.

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[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

New Face, Fresh Promises (10th Doctor x Timelord!Reader)

pre nanowrimo get all my fanfiction thoughts out challenge, hard mode.

continuation of this

Wordcount: 700(ish)

Series masterpost

Honestly I just wanna post something but I can't get around to finishing my new Doctor's Daughter fic for the as of yet unnamed Doctor Who series so I'm going back to my roots and using the maybe prompt list

23) Don't call me that

29) I'm never leaving, I promise

You burned, your body burned away with a single realization, you loved The Doctor. But not just loved, you were in love. You were in love with The Doctor. The man who saved you and destroyed your world in one day, the man who showed you a glimpse of the universe and left you wanting more. The man in the old blue box.

When a Time Lord regenerates a lot of things can happen, one of which is a loss of consciousness.

When you opened your eyes both The Doctor and Martha were looking down at you. You looked at The Doctor, blinked and smiled, "looks like I won" You said with a lopsided smile.

"Ugh, new mouth, I hate the feeling of a new mouth" You grumbled and tried to bring yourself up but the Doctor's arms quickly surrounded you, helping you up carefully instead. He didn't say anything simply helping you stand.

You tried to take a step on your own only to stumble, your legs felt like burned jelly.

"Doctor" You said carefully and The Doctor kept to himself how much he missed hearing you call him love.

"Yes?" He simply said.

"I don't think I'm done regenerating" You said, fainting into his arms.

The next thing you know you wake up in your room in the Tardis. The feeling of your sheets beneath you and your books and journals lining the walls. Beside you, on a chair you know he brought from somewhere else sat the Doctor. His face was drawn and he looked lost in thought.

You looked over at him and smiled.

"Hello again" You said. He didn't look amused.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"What?"

"Why did you force yourself to regenerate?? He asked.

You looked at him trying to both remember what happened and answer, "Doctor—"

"Don't call me that." He said sternly.

You closed your eyes and sighed.

"Love"

"Why did you do it? Why did you put yourself through that? I told you to go to protect you" He said and you sat up, looking him in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Because I refuse to leave you" You said and he scowled.

"Don't say that—"

"I never want to leave you" You said, taking his hands in yours. You admired the sight.

"Doctor, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my lives with you—"

"No, no, don't say that" He repeated but you held his hands tightly. You knew why he felt this way, why he reacted the way he did but your post regeneration mind still wasn't fully working.

"Do you not feel the same? If you don't, I'll stop—"

"No, I, I" He said. his eyes were tearing up.

"Doctor I love you, do you love me back?" You asked.

"Of course I do, I adore you" He said, "Y/N you light my dark starless sky. You make me feel whole, like I'm no longer alone. It's not that"

"Then what is it?" You asked.

"They always leave." He said solemnly, looking away, "In the end they always leave"

You moved one of your hands up to hold The Doctor's face. forcing him to look at you.

"I'm never leaving, promise" You said and you saw a tiny smile peak it's way through his expression.

"You are brilliant" He whispered and you smiled.

"I love you" You said and he smiled too, a true full smile.

"I love you too" He said.

There was a beautiful moment, the two of you just basking in the love and care you had for one another and then you burst out laughing.

The Doctor was taken aback, his expression only sending you further into your fit of laughter.

"What? What's going on?" He asked only to be met with more laughter.

"Y/N are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes, I—" You could barely control it but you did. You controlled it enough to say, "It's just, stars that was cheesy, I don't know where that came from" You said and you could tell there was a dash of shock and worry on The Doctor's face so you clarified, "I guess this is what I am now. A cheesy romantic"

The Doctor smiled, "There are worse things to be" He said and you nodded.

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[denaliwrites]

Cute Things

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Summary: The Doctor gets you a plushie, thinking it'll be a nice gesture, but it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Warnings: Pure, unadulterated dumbassery.

Requests: Open!

"I thought you'd like it," the Doctor tried hopelessly as you stared down at the gift he'd brought you.

"Why... why would you think that?" you asked, bewildered. You held the object up, bemusedly examining it inch by inch.

"Well... You like cute things... and it's blue, like the TARDIS," he offered. When you shot him a look, eyebrow raised, he continued. As if he couldn't help himself. "And, I'm, well... I'm crabby? Ish? Oh, I don't know!"

You held up the little blue crab plush so that its beady plastic eyes were staring right into the Doctor's soul. Finally, a grin cracked across your face. If he'd been holding the thing, he would've (playfully) thrown it at you.

"You are not crabby," you told him with a laugh.

"I can be!" he protested lightly, hand reaching out to pluck the little crab from your hands.

You held it just out of his reach, cackling. "Oh, no," you said, bouncing back. "He's mine and his name is the Docrab!"

"The Docrab? Really?"

You could hear the exasperation in his voice and it filled you with delight.

"What will my friends think?" he sighed dramatically.

"What friends?!"

"Oi! I have friends!"

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[awindylife-writes]

Soft Mornings

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: the Doctor wakes up after a sleepover or sth.

Warnings: none

Author's notes: Okay l pinky promise l'm working on that Third Doctor AU but l'm exhausted cause FINALS so here's a snapshot of a feeling. I'm not gonna expand it so... Here you go *pushes the plate across the table towards you*

When the Doctor floated to consciousness that morning, you were still asleep.

He always seemed to wake up entangled in you when you shared a bed and oh, what a high that was. Carefully wrapping his hands tighter around you, he pressed your body firmer against him. His eyes fell shut again, he rubbed his cheek into your hair and pressed his lips to your forehead. In the darkness, he tried to memorize the feeling of you on him, your pressure on his limbs, your shape, how his mind finally calmed with your presence.

"You can't hear me now, but you look absolutely lovely when you sleep. You always look lovely, but now l can say it. Because you can't hear me."

He felt the memory of your touch brush against his skin throughout the day and he pulled it tighter around him. He never wanted to separate your atoms from his.

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[starflight4842-fanfic-prompts]

Suddenly you and the doctor are sent hurtling towards a desert like planet, with very little time to prepare and a almost not so great landing, in the spur of the moment you forget to apply suncream, after a wild goose chase on the planet you return to the TARDIS and head straight to bed.

Upon waking up you feel extremely warm, light headed and sore, turns out you're extremely sunburnt and you have heat stroke, the doctor makes it his/her mission to take care of you, chaos and cuteness follows.

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[noforkingclue]

Hello 💙 I was wondering if you could write something with the tenth doctor making you cry by getting angry at you and then when he realizes you're crying he comforts you and turns really sweet? Thank you very very much and also thank you for keeping me company with your fics 😄

Thank you anon! I've re-watched some 10th Doctor stuff recently and I forgot just how much I like him as the Doctor (although not with Rose...)

Hope you like the fic!

Title: Confessions

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You wiped away the stray tears as you sat down heavily on your mattress. You sniffed as you felt more tears well up and you blinked rapidly as you tried to will them away. You had heard the Doctor be that harsh before but never, never, towards you. Your head jerked up as you heard soft knock at your door.

“Y/n,” the Doctor said, “Can I come in?”

When you didn’t answer he sighed and you heard him sit down just outside your door. You were grateful that he didn’t try and come in. You were quite ready to see him just yet.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so, so sorry. I never should’ve raised my voice to you.”

“Then why did you?”

The Doctor sighed and you could picture exactly what he was doing. Closing his eyes and running a hand over his face as he tried to find the right words to say. Words that might be too late.

“Because,” he said eventually, “Because I was scared.”

“Scared?”

You stood up and walked towards the door. You heard the Doctor’s breath hitch slightly, probably thinking that you were going to open the door. Instead you sat down on rest your head against the wood. Such a thin barrier between you and yet you had never felt further away from him.

“Yeah,” the Doctor said, “You know how rare that is?”

He gave a light chuckle but when you didn’t respond it trailed off into an awkward cough. He shifted and continued,

“I thought you were going to die.”

“Wh…What?”

That shocked you. You looked over your shoulder even though you knew that you wouldn’t be able to see the Doctor. You heard him shift on the other side as he continued quietly,

“I’ve lost so many people, y/n. My entire planet, friends, people that I…love,” he practically whispered that word and you almost missed it, “I didn’t want to lose you too. I almost thought I did so when I saw you in the TARDIS I-“

He broke off and gave an awkward cough.

“I was angry at you for almost sacrificing yourself and I was angry at me for almost letting you die. I know that doesn’t excuse what I said and how I said it but I need you to know. I need you to know just how much I care about you.”

While the Doctor was speaking you stood up quietly and put you hand on the door handle. The doctor hadn’t seemed to have noticed you moving until you opened the door. He gave a cry as he fell backwards into your room. He looked up at you and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Is this you telling me that you love me?” you asked

“Yes.”

“Right…”

The Doctor quickly scrambled to his feet, making a point not to make any eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

“If I’ve made you feel awkward as well.”

“Huh?”

“Y’know,” the Doctor shrugged and gave you a quick glance, “If you don’t feel the same.”

“Oh.”

“We can forget it ever happened. The confession that is, not me yelling at you.”

“Doc.”

“Yes?”

“You have a lot of making up to do for yelling at me,” you linked your arm with his, “But I love you too.”

“You do?”

The Doctor beamed at you and pressed at kiss against your cheek. You laughed as you rested your head against his chest as you lead him towards the console room.

“Like I said, you have a lot of making up to do but you can start with a trip of my choosing.”

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