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New Face (11th Doctor x Timelord!Reader)
watch me make a series out of a oneshot that was very much not meant to be a series— anyway, one david tennant hyperfixation led to another and now I'm rewatching Matt Smith's run as The Doctor and you know what that means!
Also requests are open!
Wordcount: 1.4k
Series masterpost
Summery: a new face a new doctor and the start of a new adventure with a lovely little girl who just wants a ride in a time machine.
Things change quickly with the Doctor. You knew that well.
One moment you're comforting the face that rescued you the next you're putting out fires around the Tardis as it wildly flies over the skies of London.
"A little help over here!" The Doctor cried, he's barely holding onto the edge of the Tardis, his body hanging out through the front doors. His new voice is higher than the one you knew.
"In a minute love!" You yell back, there was no other option than yelling over the explosions of the console and the many alarms going off.
Another explosion rocked the Tardis and the Doctor manages to pull himself up as you adjust the angle at which the Tardis is basically crashing towards the ground. There's no other option but to crash so you tried to crash in the least horrific way you could.
The thing is, you crash sideways, tipping you and the Doctor deep into the Tardis.
"Oh for fucksake—" You said as you landed against one of the couches in the library.
"Oi! Language!" The doctor chided. He had the luck of landing with a big splash in the swimming pool that for some reason was in the library.
"Since when do you care about about language?" You asked him, helping him out of the pool.
"Since now evidently" He said and started looking around for ways to get out.
You handed him a grappling line.
"Care to do the honors?" You asked and he smiled, launching it as far as he could and when he felt it was stable he began to climb up.
When he finally made it to the Tardis doors you heard him talking to someone. You hadn't the faintest clue as to who.
"Love, make some room!" You called from below him and he climbed onto the Tardis, looking down.
"Woah, look at that" He said in awe as he looked at the Tardis. It was quite a view though you would have appreciated a hand as you climbed up to join him.
That's when you saw the little girl standing beside the Tardis in her nightie and bright bright red boots that matched her bright red hair. Well not really red. Human red, which was more of a copper.
"Hello there" You said, wiping the sweat from your brow.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Just had a fall, all the way down there right to the library. Hell of a climb back up" The Doctor told her.
"You're soaking wet" The little girl said.
"He landed in the swimming pool" You added.
She turned to look at the Doctor, "You said you were in the library".
"So was the swimming pool" He answered.
She looked a bit confused but quickly kept the questions coming.
"Are you a policeman?" She asked.
"Why? Did you call a policeman?" The Doctor asked, meanwhile you climbed down from the Tardis and onto the ground, inspecting the crash site.
"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" The little girl asked.
"What crack—" The Doctor started but he fell, clutching his chest as he groaned in pain.
You weren't worried. He was still coming off of his regeneration meaning he was practically invincible.
"Are you okay mister?" The little girl asked.
"I'm fine, it's okay, this is all perfectly normal" He said, some fleck of regeneration energy floating out of his mouth.
You turned back to the Doctor and the little girl, content with you assessments of the crash site.
"I'm sorry, we seem to have crashed into your shed" You said to the little girl and she looked between you and the Doctor.
"Who are you?" She asked and you smiled, leaning down to be at her eye level.
"My name is Y/N and he" You said, pointing at your lover who was currently watching the regeneration energy still filling his hands "-is The Doctor."
The Doctor got his bearings, or at least tried to, coming up beside you.
"Does it scare you?" He asked.
"Does what scare me?" She asked.
"The crack in your wall, does it scare you?" He repeated.
"Yes" She answered, almost shyly.
This excited him.
"Well then, no time to lose. Like he said I'm The Doctor, do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off" He said confidently and started walking.
"Love" You said and he turned his head back to face you, causing him to walk straight into the tree you wanted to warn him about.
The little girl walked over to him where he was just lying on the ground.
"You alright?" She asked.
"Early days" He said, "Steering's a bit off plus he distacted me" he said, pointing at you.
With a roll of your eyes you went over to help him up.
"You really should sit down and eat something love, you're running on fumes" You told him and shrugged.
"I'll be fine" He said and you sighed, turning to the little girl.
"Can you do me a favor and get him something to eat? Maybe then the two of you can have a look at that scary crack in your wall" You suggested and she nodded, you gave her The Doctor's hand and told her to be careful with him cause he's very iratible right now and he complained as the little girl walked with him into the house and you stayed outside with the Tardis.
You had a feeling this would be a regular thing with this new Doctor. You cleaning up after him.
You could already see so many differences between his old self and this new one.
Besides the obvious physical difference this new body was much more wild. He was already all over the place much more than your old Doctor. But he was also charming. You were sure you'd love him just as much once he figured himself out a bit more, after all he did the same for you.
All that time ago when you promised you would never leave him, when you told you loved him, when you stayed by his side even as the power of a sun was burning through his body. You stayed with him and regenerated and he helped you. He carefully picked you up and placed you back in the medbay of the ship you were on and when you woke up he helped you get accustomed to your new body and he kept loving you just like he did before. So you would do the same.
You checked the grappling line and when you were sure it would hold you went back into the Tardis.
nothing in the console room was on fire anymore which was good. You went one by one checking the systems and resetting what needed it. That is until the ringing started.
you hadn't actually gotten to checking the engines yet. The ringing was coming from the engines.
"No, no, no, no, no— Come on!" You cried as you tried to settle them.
"Just calm down a bit will you?" You tried to ask the Tardis but she wasn't having it.
"Y/N! What's going on in there?" The Doctor hollered as he ran out of the house.
"She's throwing a tantrum!" You yelled through the open Tardis doors.
"It's just a box, how can a box be throwing a tantrum?" The little girl said. You still didn't know her name.
"Not a box, it's a time machine" The Doctor said.
"What, a real one?" she asked, you popped your head out of the Tardis just enough to look at them.
"Doctor come on!" You said, popping back into the console room.
"Five minute hop into the future should do it" The Doctor said, climbing onto the Tardis.
"Can I come?" The girl asked.
"Not safe in here, five minutes, give me five minutes, I'll be right back" He said.
"People always say that" She said and the Doctor stopped, he climbed back down to the ground and kneeled in front of the little girl.
"Am I people?" He asked, "Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor" He said.
He climbed back onto the Tardis, gave the girl one last look and jumped in, "Geronimo!"
With him inside the ringing finally stopped.
"There you go, you just don't like it when Y/N drives" The Doctor cooed at the console.
You rolled your eyes.
"Doctor" You asked, "What did you tell that little girl?"
"I told her we'd be back in five minutes" He said, running around the console, hitting buttons and turning switches.
"Did you get her name?" You asked and he smiled.
"Yes! Amelia Pond! Brilliant name isn't it? Amelia Pond"
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11th Doctor x reader
When you awoke, the darkness of your bedroom upon the TARDIS greeted you. As always, the little light you have that projects stars onto your ceiling is on. Realistic to where you live on Earth, courtesy of the Doctor.
The next thing you noticed was breathing, you blink while youre drowsy mind tries to come up with an exclaimation. Perhaps you're snoring as you're waking up?
Then you finally registered the pressure on top of you. There's a chill on your neck, something soft and cool pressing against it. And then there's the occasional puff of air, perfectly timed with the snoring.
You froze for a moment, before finally gaining the confidence to look down. The familiar sight of the dark, floppy hair immediately calmed you. It was just the Doctor, sleeping on top of you. With his face in your neck.
Your chest tightened when you realized that this is the Doctor and he doesn't normally crawl into bed with you.
Anyone else probably would've just left him be, too afraid to wake him up for fear of embarrassment on both of your parts. Unluckily, you have no such sense of self-preservation. So, you shook him awake.
The Doctor awakes with a small sputter before immediately relaxing. If you didn't know better, you would say he was cuddling closer.
"Doctor." He groans in response, somehow burying his face even deaper into your neck. "Hey, what are you doing here? You're heavy."
A small mumble tickles your neck. "Sorry, what?"
With another groan, he moves his face from your neck momentarily to speak. "I sleepwalked"
You huff, calling bullshit. But before you can say so he's back to snoring away. So, you do the only thing you can when you notice the wet lines under his cheeks. You wrap an arm around him.
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Rocks and Rinthonians
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Request: Hi I’m a huge dr who fan and I love your work it’s possible do you think you could create a piece with the 11th doctor where they are on a planet fighting some Daleks and the reader gets injured but hides it until they are back at the Tardis where the reader collapses, then the doctor sees the blood and realized what’s happened and has to stitch her up. Thanks
Pairings: 11th doctor x reader
Warning: Typical Doctor Who Violence, angst, blood, and injuries
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“Let’s go to a mining planet, he said! There are pretty rocks, he said!” You mocked.
The Doctor flashed you a glare. “It’s not my fault I didn’t know the planet was enslaved by Daleks!”
An explosion thundered nearby as scorching sparks flew in the air. Each spark reached out hoping to burn your skin. The Doctor quickly yanked you to the ground for cover.
“EXTERMINATE!” The robotic voice of the nearby Daleks loomed over you and the Doctor.
It was getting hard to focus on anything else besides that cold metallic voice. A unanimous voice you grew to know too well for your comfort.
The Doctor’s brown hair flopped around as he peeked over the edge of the container you two were hiding behind. He glanced around the room, listening for any trace of the Daleks amongst the chaos of the planet. You didn’t understand how he could focus on anything and everything else besides the threat of death.
You, on the other hand, were finding it hard to breathe as you closed your eyes and wished you had just stayed on the TARDIS and slept in just like you had promised yourself.
“Right,” The Doctor said as he crouched back down next to you. “Not long before we reach the control room…” The Doctor’s voice trailed off as he noticed your panicked state.
The next thing you knew his gentle hand was cupping your cheeks and his sparkling green eyes were staring right at yours. “We’re going to make it.” He comforted. His thumb trailed along your cheek as he raised his lips to kiss your forehead. “I’m going to grab your hand and then we’re going to run. I’m going to say some fancy words. We’ll stop the Daleks and save the day. How’s that sound?” He whispered against your skin.
You find the courage to nod your head.
“Good.” The Doctor smiled. Then he grabbed your hand. “Run!”
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“Welcome to Rinth-678! One of the Rurn galaxy's greatest mining planets.” The Doctor spread his arms out as if presenting the planet to you.
Like most planets you visited, the view always left you speechless. Even after all the time you spent travelling with the strange man with an even stranger blue box, you never got used to the sight of a new planet. The Doctor had promised you rocks and rocks you got. Icy blue mountains peaked up far above the clouds. The sight reminded you of the glaciers you and the Doctor had visited back on earth except these ones towered over you. You were sure they were ten times larger than Mount Everest. A belief that was soon confirmed by the Doctor as he spewed facts and information about the planet. From the taste of the soil to the economy of the planet.
“The Rinthonians rely on their mining. An ounce of the ore could provide an entire ship with a whole year's worth of power!” The Doctor exclaimed as he led you around the planet like your own personal tour guide.
You spun around trying to take in as much of the landscape as you could before the Doctor practically dragged you to a nearby city. It didn’t take long before the two of you snuck off into the mining facility armed with the trusty psychic paper.
You always enjoyed seeing what the paper came up with each time its use would come in handy. This time you were Chief Mining Inspectors. Well, you were and the Doctor was your assistant. The Rinth planets believed in the superiority of the female sex. A treatment you were not quite used to back on Earth. Soon after, a guide was presented and then you and the Doctor were led straight to the source…and right into the hands of the Daleks.
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“Daleks. Daleks, DALEKS. You messed with the wrong Doctor–wait, no that doesn’t work,” The Doctor whipped his head over to where you stood in the control room.
“I think you’re looking for ‘the wrong man’,” You so graciously suggested.
The Doctor smiled and returned to glare at the Daleks. “What she said.”
“Enough,” The lead Dalek enunciated. “The Doctor and the companion will be exterminated!” Then a chorus of EXTERMINATE sang throughout the facility. One would think you were in a church with how commanding the phrase was.
“Ah, let me stop you right there. You see this?” The Doctor pointed to the console beside him. His sonic screwdriver was ready to release the signal.
The Daleks were silent as they eyed the Doctor carefully. “You cannot stop the Daleks!” The Daleks sang once more.
“See that’s where you’re wrong.”
“The Daleks can never be wrong!” The Dalek bellowed.
“Just shut up will you!” You barked at the Dalek who turned to look at you. Its electric blue eye narrowed in on you.
“You see, long ago when the power of the ore was discovered,” the Doctor explained, “The Rinthonians were smart, they knew that the power of the ore could get into the wrong hands, so what did they do…?” The Doctor turned to look at you as if he was a teacher calling on a student for an answer.
“...They created a safeguard?” You muttered.
“Exactly! Ten points to Hufflepuff! The Rinthonians, you know what they did, Daleks? They found a frequency that destroys the ore. It hit it at the core causing the ore to lose all sources of power. Brilliant people, the Rinthonians!”
The Doctor raised his sonic screwdriver and pressed a few buttons before pointing it back at the console. “In a few seconds, I will release the frequency, and with the boost of the sonic screwdriver, all the ore you have collected Daleks, all the ore on the planet will lose all power. The very power that keeps you and the other Daleks here alive. Boo ya!”
The Dalek began to quiver and shake. “EXTERMINATE!” It shouted just as the Doctor turned on the frequency.
It was hard to see what happened next. Sparks flew, lights went out, the Daleks screamed, and you fell to the floor. It hurt. You couldn’t tell if it was just going dark or if you were losing sight. You could only hear a loud ringing…Suddenly there was the Doctor. You could practically feel the worry dripping from his fingertips as he held your head in his hands.
“I’m fine…” You croaked as your senses came back to you.
Then you were enveloped in a hug. The Doctor was hugging you. Now everything seemed to move so fast. One minute you were in the control room of the facility and the next you and the Doctor were being paraded throughout the city like heroes. You smiled as the Rinthonians thanked you for freeing them from the Dalek’s control. Your smile grew tense as you felt something wet drip down your side. It hurt. Why was it hurting? Next thing you knew, you were back in the TARDIS.
Home. The TARDIS chirped and whirred to life the moment you and the Doctor stepped back into her safe confines. The Doctor was brushing off the dust and wiping away his sweat before flicking some controls. His mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear his voice. Why couldn’t– The next thing you noticed were the black spots in your vision. Was the world always this swirly? You took a step forward falling flat into the darkness.
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Then there was light. It was a piercing and painful light, but soon the colours came into view. Colours became shapes. Shapes became figures. You smiled as you saw a mop of floppy brown hair resting near your hands. You felt compelled to run your hands through the hair, so you did. It was softer than you could have ever imagined.
The Doctor sighed before shooting up in his seat next to your bed. His eyes were wide and alert as he looked over you. His view began to water when he saw your smile. Then he heard your voice. Oh, how he wished to take a picture and capture this moment forever. A moment that is never affected by time or space. A moment that never wilts like a rose or fades from view. This was forever. You were forever.
“Doctor?” You whispered. Your voice was dry and coarse.
The Doctor can’t control what happened next. He blamed it on the gleam in your eyes. You were alive. The flush in your cheeks said so. The breath in your lungs. He wished to breathe the same air as you. He wished to run his fingers over your cheeks. He wished to and so he did.
Your eyes widened as his lips met yours. You smiled against his lips as he kissed you. You couldn’t help but kiss back. Then he pulled back.
“Doctor?” You said again.
His forehead came to rest on yours. His nose brushed against your nose. The two of you shared the same breath–The same life.
“Don’t you ever do that again, my wonder girl.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, Star-boy.”
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dangerous habits (pt. 2)
(eleventh doctor x reader)
it’s me again, your favorite procrastinating fanfiction author, (finally) doing a follow-up to dangerous habits! i am a sucker for pet names as stated previously, but i am also a sucker for using them on other people. if you are my friend and okay with it you’re getting sweet-talked out the wazoo. this is dangerous if you have male friends. we don’t talk about the times i called my crush ‘honey’.
you can read the first part here! it’s not required, but it does provide a little more context?
author’s rec while you read: the flower garden by joe hisaishi
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He likes to catch you off guard with them.
Thanks to your habit of losing yourself in thought (you were in space all the time! There wasn’t a weekend you weren’t visiting a new planet! You had a lot to think about!), it was pretty easy for him to appear behind you, warm hands sliding a familiar path around your waist, chest pressing into your back.
“Hello, dear.”
“Darling, you’ve disappeared again.”
“Love, what are you thinking about this time?”
You were starting to get used to being startled, and that was a strange paradox all its own. It was the worst on his happy days, because the gentle hugs were usually accompanied by the softest kiss to the back of your neck, or your jaw, or, if he felt especially cheeky, your mouth, after he’d spun you around and made you gasp. And, as he liked to say into your skin, he’d never been happier.
So now it was time to turn the tables on him.
The benefit to having an especially flirty sort of lover is that you were picking up quite a lot of ideas for romantic teasing. Despite the fact that he knew exactly how to push your buttons, you were learning what exactly made him click–and you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your new knowledge. (You’d tried flirting to yourself in the mirror, once, to make sure you knew what you were doing, and made yourself laugh so hard that the Doctor had come running to make sure you weren’t choking.)
“You sure Hayao Miyazaki isn’t from here?” you ask, knee deep in endless flowers. This planet was nothing but fields and always a gentle springtime. There was a pocket storm rumbling gently in the distance. The sun was a little cooler than Earth’s, so you had the Doctor’s coat draped around your shoulders like a cape, despite the bright weather.
“Took him here once,” the Doctor says carelessly, a flower stuck behind his ear. “I think he made a film about it later.”
“Remind me: we’re having a movie night later,” you say, knowing he’d forget. You wade to him, stepping delicately around a rock buried in the flowers to move into his space. You grasp one of his suspenders, pulling him down a bit to your level, trying not to smile at the way his eyes widen, at the way he sputters a bit when you touch him. You smooth his hair down and slide the goggles he’d forgotten to take off out of his hair. Then, you place the flower crown you’d twisted on top of his head, giving it a pat so it would stay. He’d been so wrapped up in watching the oncoming storm that you’d had plenty of time to weave the crown behind his back. It hangs a little down over one of his ears, and he twitches his nose at the smell of the flowers, blinking, adjusting to its weight. The bright yellow of the blossoms brings out the green in his eyes.
“You’re really handsome, sweetheart,” you say, dropping your voice an octave, and lean up to kiss his temple, right underneath the crown. “Thanks for taking me here today. I love getting to spend time with you.”
You can see his hands fluttering at his sides out of the corner of your eye. For someone so attractively smooth, he was remarkably awkward.
“Close your eyes, love,” you say, and when he does, you grab his face and tilt it down, pressing your lips to his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids. The storm behind you makes the breeze kick up. The Doctor shivers a little and leans into your warmth. His hands come to rest on your hips. You can feel the tremble in his fingers.
Oh, now you knew why he did it to you. This was fun.
His eyes flutter open, a kaleidoscope of greens and blues and grays, a little unfocused as you adjust his bow tie and straighten the collar of his shirt.
“What are you doing?” he says, almost to himself.
“Flustering you,” you tell him, barely speaking above a whisper, and it makes his fingers tighten on your hips. “Come here, love.”
You can smell the rain in the air when you grab his lapels and kiss him. It mingles with the scent of the flowers.
“This is unfair,” the Doctor groans, chasing your mouth when you pull away. You run your fingers up into his hair and the words die in his throat.
“I’m just returning a favor, Sexy,” you say, pulling him close as the rain comes down. You hold him like you’re leading a dance, wrapping him up in your arms as thunder rolls above your heads. The flower crown drips petals onto your shoulders. Both of you look like wet cats when you finally stumble back into the TARDIS, shivering, giggling, hands full of drooping flowers and each other.
When the Doctor sneaks up behind you and grabs your waist while you’re toweling off your hair, making you scream and laugh, the TARDIS lights glitter with amusement.
look at this small precious bean man like what I wouldn’t give to fluster this fool--
(also, tagging @greycircles1 because you asked me months ago if I would do a follow-up and I wanted to but couldn’t think of anything so I didn’t answer your DM and sorry about that! I hope you enjoy this :))
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Tally- Doctor Who.
Summary: You’re running from the silence. You’ve been separated from the doctor and the Ponds and life seems to be slowly coming to an end. What if the madman doesn’t come to save you?
Warnings: Fear, pain, mentions of death, dehydration, exhaustion, pet names, mentions of hallucinations, crying.
Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x GN!reader. (Platonic or otherwise.)
Word count: 1,151.
The rushing of blood echoed in my ears and my limbs ached with exhaustion. I had been running for god knows how long and I just seemed to get more lost. I allowed myself a break, falling to my knees in the fine, desert sand, chest heaving as I caught my breath. Dizzying pain ripped through my ribs from the stitch I had; I knew I couldn't stop for long. I didn't know what I was running from, but the fear that had acclimated forced me to run. Whatever it was, my body was in fight or flight and my senses told me it was something life-threatening.
An assortment of tally marks stained my skin, and though I knew I was the one who put them there, I couldn't remember why and that chilled me to the bone. The marker pen in my pocket seemed to dig into my flesh as my ears caught a gurgling sound behind me. My head turned slowly to face the noise as my hand grappled to pull the pen from my jeans as the creature came into view. My body felt as though it was sinking into the ground as I scrambled against the ground.
The wind seemed to pick up out of nowhere as it lumbered closer to me, kicking sand into the air around us. I groaned in pain as it blew into my eyes, blinking furiously.
My mind felt fuzzy as the sand finally cleared and I sat up, shaking my head to clear it before standing. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, but I didn't understand why. Fresh markings littered my skin and I stared at them, questions and fears rolling around in my head. My eyes watered as I scraped through my mind to work out what was happening but all I could work out was I was terrified and whatever I was terrified of was causing me to lose my memory.
I let out a few sobs as I fought off my panic before huffing out a long sigh. Now wasn't the time to break down, now was the time I needed to run and find someone who knew what was happening. I had to keep moving. I was in a desert with no food or water and was constantly moving. I wasn't stupid, I knew I had days to live in this condition and I didn't know how long I had been running for.
In the past hour, I had gained a total of 11 extra tallies despite the empty desert around me. My legs were barely holding me up, knees trembling with exertion but I forced myself to keep going. I longed for the wheezing of that beautiful blue box to fill the dry air, desperate to feel the cold metal of her interior on my scorched flesh. And that madman's voice to just tell me everything was okay, that he had fixed everything and I was safe but I had slowed to a stumble.
I didn't have the energy to run anymore and soon I would collapse, the sand would cover me and I would be forgotten to the world. There was no TARDIS on the horizon, no Doctor to save me and no Ponds to make me feel better.
Precious tears streamed down my face as my body gasped for breath, pain flaring through my body as my knees buckled beneath me. I didn't want to die, not like this and not in such a beautifully dangerous place but as hope drained from my body, I was slowly coming to terms with it.
"Y/N!" My head snapped up at the voice and my eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous blue monument ahead of me. "Don't give up, keep going," I scoffed at the hallucination of the Doctor, of course, it was him my dying brain would imagine. "You're nearly there now, Love." I clambered to my feet unsteadily, if I was going out then I might as well use every ounce of energy.
The sun glared into my eyes as I trudged along, feet slipping against mounds of sand. The TARDIS seemed to get closer and I had a horrible feeling that as soon as I reached her, I was going to die. She was like my light that people warned you not to walk into. So be it, I'd die happy if they were my afterlife.
"Nearly there, come on, you can do it." He coaxed me closer, holding open the door as I kicked up sand in my fight to reach him. I held my hand out towards the Timelord, his hallucination blurred by tears as I closed my eyes to welcome death.
But death never came. Instead, my hand was met with the calloused skin of another as fingers curled around my own. He was never a hallucination.
My eyes shot open as the hand pulled me forward, the familiar creaking of the TARDIS door behind me, as I all but fell into the police box and into waiting arms. The pen in my pocket clattered to the floor as I gripped the tweed jacket and buried my head against the time lord.
"I know, you're safe, Love, just breathe." My sobs echoed through the console as my body became overwhelmed with relief and pain, dragging me through a tidal wave of emotion.
I gasped as we sunk to the floor; pain, exhaustion, confusion, fear, relief, and happiness all at once. The chest beneath my head vibrated as softly spoken words carried me through the feelings.
"I've got you, you're safe," he whispered into my ear, my gasps settling to shuddering breaths. "I'm so sorry Y/N," my body leant against him bonelessly as his hand smoothed over my hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into my back. "That's it, good job, Love." Silence followed as I clung to him, the ambience of the TARDIS comforting me. After a few minutes, I tilted my head to look into those beautifully old eyes and smiled weakly.
"Knew you'd find me," I whispered, ignoring my hoarse throat. "Cutting a bit short weren't you." I teased, his green eyes glazed with tears as he smiled down at me, wiping my cheeks gently.
"We had some trouble," he chuckled, "Someone didn't want us to find you but I couldn't let that slide now could I? Not for one of my favourite humans eh?" I forced my arms to wrap around him, gripping the back of his jacket in a hug and buried my head in his neck as the past few days caught up with me.
I was safe now, my body had clocked on to that fact. I couldn't help how my eyes slipped closed as I relaxed into the Timelord's grip, finally letting my body and mind shut down to recover from the ordeal.
He would always save me, no matter what.
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How the Doctors would react if you get injured
Ninth Doctor
Mad isn't enough to describe how he feels about it, eons of pain and grief coming afloat in the second he saw you were trying to stop the bleeding.
Still he doesn't want to make you more nervous, so he remains as sarcastic as usual to cheer you up.
"Dont worry Doctor, it is nothing!"
"It is something! And I was having such a nice day."
Tenth Doctor
He would try to help you in anything he can, of course he would joke about it as he checks your wounds.
He wont say it too loud, but he is planning how to return you to your normal life before something terrible happens to you. This time it was a minor injury, next time... He knows that it would get worse, but it was hard to say goodbye.
"Well, (Y/N)! Seems like I will need to cut your arm off!"
"Its just a cat scratch! You are overreacting!"
"That's the point (Y/N)! Someone has once said that laughing was the best medicine."
Eleventh Doctor
Overwhelmed by fear, fear of losing you, fear of being unable to save you from his enemies.
"I want to keep you safe, please stay in the TARDIS! It was my fault that they tried to hurt you."
"Doctor! I only twisted my ankle!"
"Yes, because you were running away from the Cybermen!"
Twelve Doctor
He is... Like your worried and overprotective grandparent?
He acts and pretends that he doesn't care at all, but he is the same sweet man (time lord) as always and can't help but find the way to fix everything. He is like a mother-hen, an alien and eons yeors old mother-hen.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Outside? Where those little aliens need us?"
"No, no. You stay in the TARDIS. You are injured."
"Doctor! It has been a month! My wound has long healed!"
13th Doctor
If you thought that the Twelve Doctor was an over protective mother-hen it was because you haven't met the Thirteenth Doctor. She jokes all the time, but she cares deeply about everyone in the TARDIS, its like having a second mother and some times you almost get guilty each time you get hurt.
"OH MY, WHAT HAPPENED?"
"Doctor, before you do something like... I don't know. Travel to space and time to find a hospital. I will say, this is just a small injury."
"Its not small! Its the size of my pinky finger! Get into the TARDIS! I will see it myself!"
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Short from my story
The Doctor had come a long way from the reckless and borderline suicidal man he was in his ninth incarnation. But he still had moments of sadness.
Like the time the two of you were striding through a field, hand in hand, looking for an ancient cave network that housed 10 foot sparkling crystals.
“Do you know where you’re going?”
“This way, y/n. You’re gonna love this! The crystalline structures were formed from silica created by a huge lava pit that used to be here. They’ve been growing for thousands of years. Bioluminescent organisms in the molecules of the crystals make them glow!” The Doctor rambled on happily leading you over rolling hills.
“Doctor I think I see an opening in the hillside over there” You said pointing across the clearing.
“That’s the one!”
He began tugging you in that direction. The two of you trudged down, into a valley between hills.
He had stopped abruptly, forcing you to stop with him. You turned to the Doctor, fully prepared to tug him along impatiently, as he often did to you. But the look on his face made you pause.
Big, sad eyes, framed by his creased brow. You couldn’t quite place the emotion. You followed his gaze back to the scene in front of you. It was beautiful, sure, but not something you’d guess would warrant that look.
But as you took in the mountains, the sinking sun casting an orange halo around them. And the field that stretched out between you, it clicked.
His voice in your memory, leaned towards you and hushed, for your ears only. He spoke of his home. Gallifrey, with its burnt orange sky and giant, magnificent citadel. Incased in a glass dome. You could picture the resemblance.
You could now put a name to the emotion spread across his face; a bittersweet nostalgia., homesickness. Your gaze softened and you took a step closer to him, gently squeezing his hand.
The Doctor finally glanced away from the scene to meet your eyes.
“It’s beautiful here” You say, keeping your voice soft.
“It is, isn’t it?” The Doctor smiles down at you and begins walking again at a slower pace towards the cave.
#eleventh doctor x reader#11th doctor x reader#eleventh doctor#11th doctor#doctor who#self indulgent#self insert#time lords#writing
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Small Town (11th Doctor x Reader) - Part 1
Summary: What goes on in a small town has to stay in a small town. You and the Doctor check out a small town and now you can't leave.
Count: 2k
Warnings: unreality, self gaslighting
A/N: Maybe if i post this I can bully myself into finishing it lmao who knows? -L
MASTERLIST | PART ONE (you are here !) | PART TWO
“So we’re investigating today?” You questioned as you walked into the console room, seeing it was set up in a way so the doctor could stare at most of the controls and look at the monitor intensely through his glasses, as he mumbled something about the information he was examining.
“Yes we are, just trying to get the exact coordinates, time gets weird around here, some kind of temporal anomaly” The Doctor grumbled, pointing vaguely at the monitor before adjusting a few more dials and switches, “I think I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, throwing off his glasses and running to the TARDIS doors and flinging them open. You trailed behind, wrapping a jacket around your arms to protect from the potential cold. You were above a small town, somewhere in America if you had to guess, but all the states blurred together and high up, cities always looked vaguely similar. Suspended you both stood, watching the world tick by.
“So, what we do know,” The Doctor began, staring out over the oblivious world, “there was town, gone for close to a month, no contact in or out excluding military communications. Weird energy signatures, freak weather, electromagnetic pulses, nightmares and weird happenings. And one day it stopped. Some say it was a witch, others say some weird government test and a handful even say aliens. So we’re going to find out, and try and help,” He smiled the last part
“That's what we do,” You returned the smile.
After a while of watching and waiting out of the corner of your eye you spotted it, a massive red and black pulse. Electrical? No it couldn’t be. It looked fierce and magical, but nothing like the fairytale magic in the books you read as a child.
“There!” You almost shouted, pointing. It wasn’t slowing down. It was speeding up.
“Hold on to something! Keep a lookout” You heard the doctor shout, as he ran back to the machine, punching random buttons and flicking random switches in an attempt to hold the ship in place, despite it already shifting under the weight of the barrier edging closer
“It’s not slowing down” You almost screamed from the door, clinging to the handrails in desperation
“I know, I wasn’t trying to slow it, I was trying to keep us from moving but it's too strong. Who knows where we’ll end up or what’ll happen,” He pressed more buttons in a futile attempt, before giving up and racing towards you, “Better we face it together,” He smiled, grabbing your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You squeezed his hand almost like a sign you were ready “Together,”
And with that you both stepped from the ship, falling into the pulse.
Your eyes snapped open. Another bad dream, you always woke up before you hit the floor. They’d been happening frequently and showed no sign of stopping, perhaps one day you’d realise what had happened as the floor came closer. Your husband snored gently next to you, his sharp chin pressed into your forehead. The clock next to you read 7:30, 25rd October 1954 , that meant for you it was time to wake up and get some breakfast ready. You appeared downstairs and started cooking, seemingly it was done almost as quick as it had begun, at least you were getting quicker you thought to yourself. Your husband, John, came down the stairs fully dressed for work muttering something about the car having issues, and needing to get some circuit in it fixed. “Thank you for the meal, my love,” John thanked as he adjusted his bowtie and took a sip of his freshly-made drink. You didn’t remember making it. You frowned and he saw it.
“How’s your head?” He asked noticing
“Well, I haven’t had any complaints,” You giggled, And that’s when you heard it. Laughter. It wasn’t even that funny. Canned laughter. Studio audience level laughter. You didn’t even think it was a funny joke. There was a pause for it to die down.
“Darling I think we should invite that new couple that moved in,” He pondered aloud “I just think it would be nice, new neighbours make some friends,”
“Yeah I mean we have been living here… living here, how long?” You asked rhetorically at first but at one point or another during the sentence you realised you didn’t actually have an answer. More laughter.
“Well, you know… you know,” John said, wandering through the sentence, fiddling with his bowtie of choice for the day, clearly as unsure as you were “you know what? I’m going to be late for work,” He stood up quickly staring at his watch, finishing the final bite of his breakfast.
“Have a good day at work, my love,” you shouted to him, as you heard the door swing shut. He was a Doctor, local hospital, taking care of people was always something he prioritised. Long days and long nights were common, time seeming to slip away from you both. Clocks never seemed right, some too fast, others too slow. You were at your own pace and it was a familiar and comforting feeling.
At some point during the day you found yourself in the park. Something felt off. Not alarmingly, not a gut punching sense of anxiety, just out of place. The Sun seemed too bright for the time of day maybe.
What time was it again? 2pm. But that couldn’t be right, you’d left the house at half 11, seemingly 20 minutes ago. You chalked it up to being lost in your reading, a mere quirk of habit. As you examined it, the pages were empty, void of information. Looking up assuming it was some trick of your half asleep mind you shook your head, as the words shifted back onto the page with a breakneck speed. You spotted your new neighbours from across the park, you collected your things and sauntered over. They were talking about something you couldn’t quite make out when you gave them a wave and they stopped, smiled and welcomed you into the conversation. The laughter rang again, this time it seemingly felt normal, a quiet comfort in the almost now familiar situation.
“Hi my name’s Y/N, I noticed you moved in about a week ago, on our street. My Husband and I live at number 11,” You explained with a smile.
“Oh Hi! This is Augustus and I’m Elizbeth, Bee for short,” He smile was warm and welcoming. She was a relatively small woman, long blonde hair curled in whichever way it pleased, her eyes were a soft blue colour almost matching the sky.
“I hate it when you use my full name, I prefer Gus,” The man rolled his eyes jokingly before extending his hand out to you which you shook. You briefly chatted about your time in the neighbourhood, and your husband. Gus and Bee were invited to dinner at your house that evening.
As you wandered the streets of Amberpoint, the world seemed to still. It was a quiet comfort, and when the light hit the glass just right, it lived up to its name. You reflected on your life, your travels and how it felt like you were travelling to distant worlds sometimes, and maybe in a way you were. Amberpoint was small, no more than 5,000. Hundreds of matching brickwork houses, how had you ended up here? Settling for suburbia never sat in your plans, but as you thought through scatters of memories, maybe it didn’t matter, maybe you just were supposed to be there. Maybe sometimes you end up where you need to be by accident.
Your home was uncharacteristically silent. A cautionary hello was shouted by. A non-committal noise sounded from the garage. There John was sat tinkering with some gadget, screwdrivers and tiny spanners, thrown in by the handful for good measure.
“How was work dear?” You asked, not daring to question the smoke now gently leaking from the item.
“Fine, empty office today, they let me come home early, no appointments other than Mr Reed’s eyes and you know how those go,”
You didn’t, but coughed up a half laugh anyway. “That couple from 17 are coming over tonight, like you suggested so please keep your gadgets and gizmos away from dinner,” You frowned, turning on your heel and exiting the room. Cue laughter.
Dinner prep was relatively easy, you’d fought monsters on other planets, with nothing but a sonic screwdriver and a blue box. No. No, you hadn’t. You’d fought hard against Mandy Cunningham for those test scores in your exams even with that broken arm, how hard could meal prep for four people go. They arrived and took their seats. Bee smiled and offered you a hand in the kitchen so John and Gus could get to know each other. Bee seemed to smile in a way you hadn’t imagined a person could. It was bright, and seemed almost like it could be turned on and off like a tap. Like a command, or a magic trick. Her hair fell down to her hips, it never seemed out of place, even with the length, not a tangle in sight. Her dress was yellow, at some point through the cooking she’d informed you it was her favourite colour, with a joke about honey bees. That stage smile, taking front and centre.
The meal was going well, not that it wouldn’t have. But in the light of your dining room you noticed how pale Gus looked, almost sickly, light sweat brushed his forehead. Your husband had noticed “You alright old chap?” Your husband said to him at one point
“Yeah, I’m absolutely fine, never better,” He hummed in between bites of food. And despite your insistence and wanting to feel normal around your neighbours, John got up and wandered over to the garage and pulled out one of his contraptions from an old box of his. “So this should help stabilise the headache you’re no good at hiding. I am a Doctor after all,” He mumbled to Gus. John flicked a switch and waited, a loud sound poured from the machine and the world seemed to shift slightly. Like the reminder that the world is on an axis. A gut feeling that the world is not wholly the way you perceive it. A rush of memories and feeling flashed for a brief second before retreating, seemingly as if it hadn’t happened at all. Fleeing anytime you decided to cling to them, as the machine collapsed into cartoon-like pieces. You blinked and with that the memories had never happened. What were you thinking about again?
“Hm,” John frowned “That shouldn’t have happened,”
“John fancies himself as somewhat of an inventor, because apparently saving people’s lives isn’t enough to cram into 24 hours,” You explained with a nervous laugh and a few apologies thrown in.
The remainder of dinner passed relatively uneventfully. Simple small talk, how long you’d lived there John pulling a number from thin air. They left with a hug and smile. You and your husband collapsed on the sofa, worn out from the day.
“So dinner parties, hey, we don’t do too badly,” He smiled wrapping his arm around you
“I think everything considered we did pretty well,” You laughed and lent in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, he hesitated slightly before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours with a gentle smile.
“So what do we do now dear?” He laughed staring at the mess on the table
“Leave it for tomorrow,” you chuckled, screwing your eyes shut thinking about the amount of work it would be between you “I’m tired.”
And with that you both retreated to bed for the night to collapse into another dream filled sleep. Or maybe you would wake up in reality. Maybe it didn’t matter which way around it was. And as Amberpoint fell asleep, something ticked over. Maybe nothing sinister, but perhaps a quiet solumness filled the sleep-ridden air.
#11th doctor x reader#11th doctor#11th doctor x you#eleventh doctor x reader#eleventh doctor#eleventh doctor x you#doctor who self insert#the doctor x reader#the doctor x you#doctor who fic#doctor who fanfiction#self insert doctor who#self insert fanfiction
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Imagine being the annoying kid that the 11th Doctor is trying to interrogate :
11th Doctor : How can someone as small as you be involved with something as big as this?
(Y/n) : I think that’s a bit rude mate-
11th Doctor : *walking around (Y/n) in circles* Are you perhaps special? Because you look rather normal to me
(Y/n) : Look, I would answer that incredibly odd question but my answer is going to make me seem like the main character and I don’t want to be that
11th Doctor : *face of confusion*
(Y/n) : So I am going to say my backup answer
11th Doctor : And that is?
(Y/n) : Your mum *runs away*
11th Doctor : I was wrong
11th Doctor : I will stay away from all children in the future
#x reader#y/n#reader insert#x fem!reader#x female reader#x fem reader#x female!reader#fluff#doctor who#doctor who x reader#11th doctor#matt smith#imagine#dw
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who) & Reader, Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who) & Reader
Characters: Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor (Doctor Who)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader-Insert, Hugs, Hinted Depression, but only slightly - Freeform, it took me three years to finally post this, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
"Are you... really here?" As soon as I saw him I knew, but my brain was still catching up with me, and I needed to make sure this wasn't a dream.
"Here?" He smiled inquisitively.
"Are you real?" I qualified. For who, I wasn't sure exactly.
"Well, of course I'm real!" He answered swiftly, making a quick spin around as if to demonstrate that he was telling the truth. "We're both here, both real." He dug a hand into his tweed jacket, pulled out the sonic and gave it a quick buzz, "You too. Definitely real."
I stared at him. After a moment or two while he patiently waited - I noticed that too and then I wanted to cry again, because he was so nice - I slowly extended a hand towards him.
He took it, gently, and shook in a handshake.
I really wasn't sure if I was crying or not at that point, because my God, it was him, and he was there and he was shaking my hand.
As the realization hit me I pulled away.
Then I finally said what I was thinking all along.
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#11th doctor x reader#11th-doctor-x-reader#11th doctor#doctor who#reader insert#eleventh doctor#the doctor#hurt/comfort#hugs
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okay i have zero idea on who to write for next so im gonna do a couple of polls and see what people want because *i* am indecisive 😎
#x reader#the doctor#doctor who#matt smith x reader#fluff#11th doctor x reader#walter marshall#good omens#sherlock x you#sherlock reader insert#sherlock fanfic#bbc sherlock#marvel films#mcu#tony stark#bucky barns x reader#steve rogers#peaky blinders#peaky fookin blinders#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#the last of us#joel miller
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Can I Hold Your Hand? (11th Doctor x GN!Reader)
Maybe actually writing a blurb? This can't be. Shock.
Anyway this series finally has a name! My Doctor Who x Genderfluid!Reader series is officially named Changing Faces, Static Hearts and just in time for me to be too lazy to write any of the serious stories I wanted to write for it so you get stupid blurbs like this🙃
I'll find the energy eventually, maybe when word dies down a bit.
according to it's place in the series Reader is technically male here but it's not mentioned so I'm putting it as GN
Wordcount: like 200
27) "Can I hold your hand?"
28) "There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person"
You'd been in a lot of very strange situations with the Doctor. You'd been kidnapped, snowed into a haunted hotel, almost married (twice), you'd even met another version of yourself(long story) but you had yet to be wrapped in the tongue of a giant reptilian monster, smooshed against the man who's big mouth had gotten you wrapped in the slimy tongue of said reptile.
"Y/N?" The Doctor asked.
"Yes love?" You asked in return, your face stretched in exasperation.
"Can I hold your hand?" Asked the Doctor. You could feel his slime covered palm worming it's way closer to your own hand.
"Why?" You asked.
"Because I feel like your mad at me and I was hoping if we were holding hands you'd be less mad at me" The Doctor said, trying to pry your clenched fist open to insert his palm against yours.
You took a deep breath.
"I'm not mad at you" You said.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his floppy hair was stuck to his forehead as wind blew in your faces. The monster holding you was running and had been running for at least 15 minutes. It had yet to so much as slow down.
"I'm sure love"
"Then why does your face look like that?" He asked and you took a deep breath.
"Because there is no way so much stupid can fit inside one person" You said.
"Oi!"
#gn reader#male reader#11th doctor x male reader#11th doctor x reader#11th doctor#eleventh doctor x reader#eleventh doctor#doctor who#doctor who x reader#doctor who reader insert
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WIP snippets/ sneak peeks
Despite my claws final part
Marcus groaned, rolling over to glare at you for setting something to go off at that ungodly hour. He paused when he saw the look on your face as you stared at the notification.
“what’s wrong?” he questioned sleepily, placing his hand on your pregnant belly.
“We just got on the train…” you whispered, glancing to the man lying in the bed beside you. a couple years ago this would have felt like great news, finally getting to go back to the little warehouse you’d made home. But now? You haven’t changed much over the past three years, but you still made a home here with Marcus. Will you be expected to be on your best behaviour the moment you set foot back in America? He hasn’t exactly trying to make you change…
Lavender perfume PT2
“I’m not sure you should go through with your appointment today, [Y/N]. he’s been acting up for nearly an hour now.” Smith says as she glances at the sealed door. “we’re not sure it’s safe.”
“I think I’ll make that decision but thank you for the warning, smith.” You her, nodding to the door for them to open it.
The room is darker than usual as you step inside, the smell of lavender fills the air, wafting in from the vents. 049 is lying on his bed, his hands clasped atop his stomach.
“Are you ok?” you ask gently as you step further in, unsure if he’d noticed your entry. To your surprise he sits up quickly at the sound of your voice, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.
“you’re late, are you okay? I was starting to worry” he asks, standing to approach you.
11th doctor X reader
You feel a shift in the air as you take your seat before the fire pit, ready to start your prophecies for the day.
You dip your fingers into the dishes either side of you, the flowers and scented oils floating on the surface sticking to your skin. You flick the excess into the flames, filling the air with scented steam that wafts around the candles scattered around the room.
You nod toward the temple guard, and he opens the door, allowing the day’s desperate pilgrims to enter for their prophecies. As the first person enters, taking a seat across your fire, you push away the new feeling. A serene smile spreads across your lips and you begin to answer their questions.
the bad batch x reader
“All clear” another voice responds to your right, the opposite side of the clearing to the other. You look up at him as he approaches. He’s covered head to toe in what almost looks like clone armour, colour grey with segments of red. He slings a sniper rifle over his shoulder as he squats down beside you, making no effort to help you. “You sure she’s who we’re here for?” he asks, his helmet tilting up toward the other person. “she doesn’t seem like a powerful jedi”
“Yes.” The other man grunts as he pulls the beast off of you. you hiss as you move your leg, pain throbbing throughout the limb. “[Y/N], right?” he asks as he kneels beside your leg, tying a length of cloth above your knee to slow the blood flow.
“yeah” you affirm as you lift yourself up onto your elbows. You close your eyes, trying to breathe through the pain.
“How long have you been here?” Crosshair asks, your bag and lightsabre in his hand as he steps out from your cave. You hadn’t even noticed him stand from beside you, let alone walk off into the cave.
“Little over two months.” You reply, watching the other man as he stands and offers you a hand to help you up.
(haven't decided how many of the bad batch i want it to be)
A/N: other things in the works mentally but not enough on page to do a peek.
Feel free to send an ask if you wanna know more!! 😊
#11th doctor x reader#the bad batch x reader#scp 049 x reader#marcus moreno x reader#we can be heroes#bad batch hunter x reader#tech x reader#captain rex x reader#reader insert
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“my point is...” [reader x Doctor]
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ship: 11th Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 1144 words
Summary: After countless adventures with the Doctor, and an incident that left you mildly injured, He orders you to stay at home, but you kinda disobeyed, since you had nothing to do, which leads to a surprise when you get home.
Warnings: none that I can think of
(a/n: it’s my first fanfic after literal *years* of not writing stories and I have been on multiple brainrot runs, and I thought, might as well write one for one of my favorite characters of all time, hope what i wrote isn’t too terrible, happy reading!)
Your adventures with the Doctor were never described as “normal”, truth be told it’s far from the norm, and most of the thrilling adventures were fun, some of the time they were dangerous, but both of you and the Doctor knew that.
Being with the Doctor would also include some near-death experiences, and meeting otherworldly beings, but what you weren’t prepared for was the emotional bond with the Doctor, you thought it wouldn’t go further than a platonic friendship, but yet, here you are, slowly developing more feelings for him, caring for him, more than a friend would care. You admired the Doctor after all, but unsure of what would happen or how would he feel if or when he finds out, and afraid of the change that could happen and what would he say to you.
However, after a certain incident that happened last week, where there were claw marks on your arm, and some cuts on your neck and face, it sounded serious for a bit, but thanks to the Doctor’s medicine and supplies in the TARDIS, your wounds were almost fully healed.
You wanted to go on more adventures out there, insisting and trying to convince the Doctor that you were completely fine, and the wounds you had were not that serious at all, but He was still adamant in his decision that he told you to stay at home, without any further explanation aside from the incident last week, It was “Doctor’s orders” apparently.
This made you question if you were still needed by him, or if you were just a burden to him, after all, it was your fault for being careless while helping the Doctor, all you wanted to do was help but you got injured in the end, and there was a pang of lingering guilt by making him worry about you when he was patching you up in the infirmary. You hated this feeling every time it came into mind, but it was worse today, considering the length of action he had to do, which ended up with his decision for you to stay at home.
It’s been a couple of days since the Doctor left to go on some space adventure without you, it was unusual for him to go on adventures solo, and insisted for you to stay behind in your house.
A few minutes passed since midnight, and you were on the way back from working late, obviously kind of disobeying the Doctor’s orders but you couldn’t help it, you had nothing to do, and it’s extra cash, so why the hell not?
These thoughts wander as the night during the walk home seemed darker than usual as you were trying to get your mind off the Doctor, worried that he was going to be gone for another day, or worse, something bad had happened to him.
Fumbling your hands in the pockets of your coat, looking for the keys to your house, as you were a minute away from the front door, there was a certain feeling in your gut that something was different.
You stopped at the front door of your house, and saw a folded piece of paper taped on the door, a bit concerned, you grabbed the paper carefully, before looking around, making sure no one watching. Opening the paper, there were only two words written on the paper,
“Missed Me?”
Nervously, you rush to grab the keys, and as soon as you tried to insert the keys into your door, it suddenly opened and you were pulled in and pinned against the wall by the Doctor with some mild scratches and cuts on his face, accompanied by his messy, disheveled hair.
It took you a while to calm down and catch your breath, but after you do so, your faces were inches away,
“I thought I told you to stay at home,” he says as he looks into your eyes.
“I’m a grown adult, I can take care of myself.” you retorted as you rolled your eyes
“Still, I can’t have you running around and potentially lose you when I’m not with you.” He leaned his forehead against yours as he relaxes a bit, “At least I can relax now, knowing you’re safe and sound here, with me”
“What do you mean?” you ask, confused by his sudden sentiment and bravery, you weren’t used to him telling you that he wasn’t relaxed when you were not around.
“Look, ever since last week, I regrettably put you in harm’s way and I realized I can’t live with the fact or bear the thought of losing you because of my irresponsibility.” he explained, “And because of that, I decided to tell you to stay here, even though it hurts every single time I had to leave to venture off out there without you, and I also regret that decision.” He looks down and you could feel the pain and guilt that was in him. “I hated the fact that every time I found something or the times I wanted a second thought or someone to share ideas, I turn around and forgot that you weren’t there.”
“So what’s your point, Doctor?” you look at him and cupped his cheeks, making him look into your eyes, looking at his, there was a hint of nervousness in his mind.
“My point is..” he sighs and closes his eyes before closing the distance by placing his lips onto yours, he was gentle but there was a mix of aggression like he was waiting for this moment for a long time. After a moment of processing, you slowly kissed back, and he was continuing this kiss by going deeper and letting his hands roam from your wrists to your waist, slowly caressing and pulling you closer even more, before snaking one of his arms around your waist and the other hand holding the back of your head.
After a while, you both pulled away, both trying to catch your breaths after the moment, he looks at you again, “the question now is, are you okay with this?” he asked, wanting confirmation, “This being, You, and Me, together.” He said as he held your face.
“You should know by now Doctor, I would like this, you and me together.” You repeated his line as your hand played with his hair, making him release all the tension he had built in him.
“I love you so much.” He says as he smiled and looks at you before kissing you on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck.
He pulls away but still held your hand as he planted one more kiss on the top of your hand, “Shall we?” he gestures to the TARDIS that was parked in the living room. You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the next adventure, wherever and, or whenever.
(a/n: again, i hope it’s not too terrible, i wanna try writing more again, since i kinda rediscovered why i liked storytelling, but yeah, hope you enjoyed this read!)
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dangerous habits
(eleventh doctor x reader)
time for more unabashed crushing on Matt Smith’s Doctor! i’m sort of a sucker for pet names (in the right context, of course) and Eleven’s offhand habit of calling things sweet names usually has me blushing a bit, so of course i had to write about it, because that’s how fanfiction works, and i really, really like him, sometimes against my better judgement. hopeless romantic, me.
author’s rec while you read: i had bad habits by ed sheeran running through my head the entire time i was coming up with a title, go figure. if that’s not your bowl of rice then anything that makes you happy will bop just fine. :)
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It’s official.
That habit of his was going to kill you.
“Oi, do you have the wrench?”
Quickly adjusting your leg so it stops needling and tingling, you place the tool in the hand waggling at you from under the TARDIS console. The Doctor pokes his head out briefly to give you a teasing smile.
“Thanks, dear.”
Your shoulders tense almost involuntarily. There it was.
He disappears under the console before you can smack him, leaving you hot and bothered. His little endearments have always rubbed you the right way, but more so than usual lately. The tone in his voice when he calls the TARDIS Sexy is enough cause to bang your head against something, never mind when he does it to you.
(It was apparently a long story, the TARDIS’ nickname. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to know.)
“You’re awfully quiet today, love. Something wrong?”
You can’t look at him as he emerges, putting his ridiculous goggles atop his head and wiping the grease from his face and hands.
“Hey? Hello? Anyone in there?” He raps his knuckles against your forehead, grinning. “Oi. It’s just me. Did I do something?”
“No,” you manage finally, flashing him a quick smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“No, when you’re thinking, you do this.” He scrunches his face into a remarkable imitation of you, even resting his chin on the heel of his hand and spacing out so well you almost wave a hand in front of his face. Then he’s got your attention, so quickly you can’t look away.
“When you’re bothered,” he says, “you make that face.” He pokes your cheek. “Tell me. I can help.”
“Sorry, Doc. You can’t help with this one.”
He looks offended. “Oi! I can help with just about anything, if you’ll remember?”
“You and your pride,” you tease, lightening up at his childish behaviour. “I’m serious, though. This isn’t really something you can fix.”
“And why’s that, love?”
His sudden closeness, combined with the endearment, startles you. A hot blush surges up your cheeks. His motley eyes search your face. They widen.
Oh, he knows.
Oh, no.
He knows.
A smirk starts to tweak the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, dear,” he almost purrs, and how on earth is such an awkward man being this attractive; creative curses run through your mind because there’s almost no space between you now, and the glow of the console is casting sharp shadows on his cheekbones, and his eyes are galaxies...
“I understand now,” he murmurs, lips so close to the shell of your ear that you shudder. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I...sexy?”
You reach out to push him away, you really do. But when your hands land on his chest, and his hand slides onto your knee, and you meet his eyes again, well—you don’t even think the TARDIS blames you for kissing him.
Though you’re almost positive the staccato flare of the lowlights is her way of laughing at your visible shock when the Doctor grasps your waist and kisses you back with everything he has in him.
look at this dumb man ugh I love him and his stupid goggles and pretty backlighting
#eleventh doctor x reader#eleventh doctor#matt smith#matt smith is stupidly adorable#reader insert#11th Doctor#11th doctor x reader#vera writes#vera has crushes and writes fanfictions about them#the scene the gif is taken from really lives rent free in my head#despite it being more of a small throwaway scene#i just loved the weird calm of him working on the TARDIS#sitting under there with him would be really nice#despite the sparks flying#literally and figuratively#hehehehe#vera makes bad puns
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Doctor Who Masterlist
Warnings included in posts.
Tally - Eleventh Doctor x GN!reader. (Platonic or otherwise.)
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