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thestarsoutofyourwindow · 2 years

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Four Years Old - Revival

I know I've got a bit of a history of being very on-and-off with Doctor Who, and I want to thank you all for being so patient and understanding through the years. Here's the summary to those of you who don't know me well. (More information is under the cut).

As a sort-of thank you to you all, I'm going to start working through my 60 inbox requests. I probably won't even finish half of them, but I'll make sure I give it my best go. I'll be sorting through my asks, and also writing some new fics, based on what you guys want on this short Google Form.

I just looking for a bit of information on what kinds of Doctors you want to see, and what tropes/stories you want. You don't have to but I appreciate it!

I came to the realisation today that my Tumblr recently hit 4 years old. I've been writing fanfiction for nearly 6 years of my life. It's absolutely crazy to reflect on how much I've changed, and how different everything has grown. I won't rabbit on too much, but it's nice.

Doctor Who was the fandom that started such a massive part of my life, way back in early 2017. There's a handful of people who probably followed me from my Wattpad, with @manicmarsupial being the first, to my memory. I want to thank you all, even if I don't remember your names. I also think I owe @anne-white-star a mention for being such a supportive figure over these four years. You've been here for everything, so I wanted to thank you especially.

(Sorry for the tags)

#doctor who x reader #the doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #new who x reader #classic who x reader #tenth doctor x reader #eleventh doctor x reader

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xblackreader · 3 months

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>> Just convinced my grandmother that this was a picture of an actor and his actress wife.

Her immediate thoughts: What’d I tell you? Them Italian men…

Cause if this isn’t an old Italian mob couple idk who is

#Cause if this isn’t an old Italian mob couple idk who is #I need sydcarmy AUs NOW #I NEED A MAFIA AU #MAFIA AU #ONE SET IN THE 40s #I NEED CLASSIC CARS #KISSING AT THE DRIVE IN #black women #x black reader #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #sydney sweeney #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear tv #jeremy allen white #ayo edebiri

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sk3tch404 · 8 days

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He be having 3 diff looks smh 🤦‍♀️

Eyelashes.... so pretty... but boy is so crazy... 😔

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daydreaming-of-doctor-who · 5 months

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Hi! I love your writing!! I was wondering if there was any way I could get a headcanons list with Four, Six and Eight and a romantic companion reader 'stealing' their iconic clothes, like Four's scarf or Six and Eight's coats? Thank you!!

A/N: I'm always down for comfy things like this! Who wouldn't want to do this? XD I may have had a little too much fun with this one.

Headcanons of Romantic Companion Reader 'stealing' the Doctor's (4, 6 & 8's) iconic clothing items:

Fourth Doctor:

You can't help yourself. The Doctor has taken off his iconic long scarf and left it right there, all alone. Surely he won't mind if you use it for yourself, only for a little bit?

It's soft, as you wrap it around your neck, practically smelling the Jelly Babies from it. Yep, it smells exactly like him.

It really is comforting, especially just knowing it is his.

There's a certain feeling of power that comes with it too. You can't help but start imitating him, maybe strutting around a bit, not noticing he has been watching you with curiosity and amusement from the door the whole time.

There is a wide grin on his face, and you suddenly feel embarassed.

Four only comes up towards you, patting your head, and then wrapping you up nice and snug in his scarf himself.

"If you wanted to wear it, you could have just asked, Y/N."

I mean, just imagine when you want his attention, you just yank on his scarf and it stops him in his tracks. You can just quite literally pull him towards you and he can't escape.

Sixth Doctor:

The Doctor takes off his coat so he can work on some TARDIS maintenance without getting it dirty or ruined. Your eyes keep glancing at the iconic multicolored piece of fashion.

Then you find yourself slowly taking the coat while he isn't looking, sneaking it on. Wow...it's still warm. It feels as though he's wrapped his arms around you and enveloped you in a hug.

It even smells like him, giving you a strange sense of calm.

However, the coat is definetly too big for you, but it makes it all the better.

You hear the Doctor clear his throat, looking to see him glancing up at you knowingly. You've been caught.

He stands up and you stay still, cheeks red. However, he surprises you by glancing you over.

"It clearly doesn't fit you size wise, but it looks just as fabulous on you, my dear Y/N. I may just have to get one made for you."

"But I like yours."

"Then you can borrow it whenever."

Eighth Doctor:

Oh my. Ever the gentlemen, honestly. You really don't need to 'steal' his coat from him. He'll gladly give it to you whenever you need it, even if you think you don't.

Whether it's rain, or shine, or snow, he just automatically pops it off and covers you in it.

But you like to use it as a security blanket of sorts, especially for anxiety or just bad days.

Eight is always coming in, seeing you cuddled up with it, or sleeping with it, sending a heartfelt grin to his face.

However, there are times when you get bold and brave enough to just say: "I'm taking your coat, now!" as you proceed to pull it off him.

He doesn't mind. If anything, it touches his hearts knowing you want a little piece of him with you.

#the doctor x reader #doctor who imagines #doctor who reader insert #doctor who headcanons #classic who #eighth doctor x reader #fourth doctor x reader #sixth doctor x reader #eighth doctor #fourth doctor #sixth doctor #doctor who

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catchthewindd · 5 months

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Craving Kisses - David Bowie

You are David Bowie’s makeup artist, and he has a new makeup idea he’d like you to try for tonight’s show…

“Do send her in, I’m ready for her now.”, David told his personal assistant. She left the room after his request, and promptly fetched you, David’s makeup artist for the tour. As you entered, you were greeted with a pensive smile from Mr. Bowie. You made your way over to the makeup chair where he already sat, ready for you to pretty him up.

“I was wondering if we could try a slightly different look for tonight’s show. And by slightly, I mean completely different.”, David asked you, cheekily delivered and all.

Being the adaptive professional you are, you swiftly agreed, “Absolutely, David. What did you have in mind?”

David did not initially answer you with words, but instead with an action. He reached out for a bright red lipstick residing on the countertop, and applied it to his lips. He then stood up, getting close enough to the vanity mirror, then beginning to pepper said mirror in perfectly placed lipstick kisses.

You watched, confused. And then his words came:

“The mirror is my face. My lips are your lips.”

You froze. It was hard enough to touch his face with just your brushes, or worse, hands on a normal day. To pepper his face with kisses from your lips and remain normal about it? It seemed impossible.

As if sensing your nervousness, which to be clear was quite obvious, he spoke again.

“It’s just me, it’s just art. Nothing to be afraid of, darling. I don’t bite- unless you want me to.”, he playfully added. He knew your response would be that of a flustered one. And flustered you were.

Unsure what to even say back to him, you slowly grabbed the lipstick from his hand, and started applying it on yourself. He cheered as you did such, and smugly awaited your touch.

“Where would you like me to start, David?”, you shyly asked him.

“Here love, I’ll just point and you just pucker, okay?”, he replied and you nodded profusely. Probably a little too profusely.

The first kiss was on his forehead.

His long, pale, finger pointed to the center of his forehead, lightly tapping there until you made contact. You cautiously started to lean closer to him, your eyes fixed on his, his eyes fixed on your lips, your lips ready to pucker, his lips resting in a smirk. You could hear him whispering “Any day now, sweetheart”, and just as he did so, you found your lips crashing into his face, a soft murmur you could have sworn was a moan escaping his lips as you did so. As you pulled back, you were certain your face was red as a tomato. Yes it was “just art”, but it was so intimate, so personal, your lip print adorning his face. He looked beautiful with just the single kiss on his face, but he wanted more. And he made sure you knew he wanted more, by tapping his left cheekbone next.

It wasn’t confidence, instead more of an experience thing (now having done this once before) that lead this cheekbone kiss to happen much quicker than the last. You let this one linger a little longer, and David surely noticed as he chuckled slightly as you pulled away again.

You slowly started to gain a rhythm. Tap. Kiss. Tap. Kiss. Re-apply lipstick. Tap. Kiss. The more you kissed him, the more you found yourself getting comfortable around him. It seems he too could sense this, so he started pointing to face-adjacent locations for you to decorate. He started with his jaw, his ears, then his neck, to almost his chest. By now, he had thought it clear that his intentions were lustful. But yet again being the professional you are, you still managed to convince yourself that this was just another makeup gig. Just another pay check. You were about to be proved wrong.

He pointed once again to his chin, which slightly perplexed you, seeing as you had already kissed him in that spot. Not wanting to lose momentum though, you leaned in without question. As your lips approached landing, David’s head suddenly jolted down, ensuring that your lips met his lips, instead of meeting his chin. He smiled into the kiss, and although it startled you, your increasing desperation and hunger for him allowed you to get lost in it all. Neither of you pulled away for a while, instead you began bringing yourselves closer to one another, him grasping your face, and you weaving your fingers through his hair. When you did finally pull away from each other, there were no words from either one of you. Intense eye contact and heavy breathing told the both of you everything you needed to know.

He came close to you once again, and whispered in your ear: “after the show.”

#david bowie #david bowie x reader #david bowie imagines #70s #classical rock #classic rock imagines #ziggy stardust #the thin white duke #the man who fell to earth #bowie

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seatbythevampyre · 1 year

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hi, can you make a singer! female reader for David Bowie, during the Ziggy Stardust Era, where David needs help with his nails or makeup before a show and she helps? lots of flirting and sexual tension but you can decide to smut or not

thanks

Absolutely!! Sorry it’s taken so long, and thanks for being my first request🫶👨🏻‍🎤 let me know if you want a part 2

NSFW. TW: A LITTLE BIT OF BLOOD. (Reader bites their lip a bit too hard…)

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You sighed, looking in the mirror and nitpicking every detail of your makeup and outfit. You were opening for David Bowie at the Stone Balloon. It was your first performance in front of more than 50 people, and considering Springsteen played there the night before AND you were opening for David, you really had to not fuck this up.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a knock on the door. Before you could get to it, it swung open. And there he was. David Bowie. He was completely ready to go… beautiful makeup and a very tight fitting jumpsuit. Left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Hi, love. I know you go on soon but can you help me paint my nails? The spiders are still getting ready.” He said in a bit of a mumbled and frantic tone. The thought of touching his pale, slender fingers sent shock waves through your body. You nodded.

“Of course, David,” You smiled and you two sat on the couch before he handed you the gold nail polish. You extended your hand to him so you could start, but he placed his hand down softly on your thigh. He smiled at the way it made you tremble. He wasn’t oblivious to the effect he had on just about everyone.

“You know, Y/N, I’m very excited to see you perform tonight.” He smiled that smile that made you melt. The contrast between the bold move he made and the shyness in his voice made you want to grab him by his waist and- “Y/N…?” He gently tapped your thigh.

“Oh, dear… I’m sorry I guess I zoned out.” Your cheeks were red, you were sure of that. “But thank you. It means a lot. Coming from someone such as yourself, you know…” You trailed off as you finally opened the nail polish, needing a distraction from all that was going on in your head. You heard him giggle as you started painting his nails, softly steadying his hand on your thigh with your own.

“Such as me?” He asked, teasing. You looked up at him for a moment and smiled before continuing what you were doing.

“Yes, silly. You’re David Bowie. God, I’m nervous to even be touching you right now.” You gasped a bit, meaning to say that last bit in your head. You bit your lip so hard that the sensitive skin pricked blood. But you didn’t care about that. Your hands shook and it became increasingly difficult to focus on painting his nails.

“Nervous from such a simple touch? My, my, sweetheart. I didn’t think you had it as bad as me.” Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his words. You looked up and met his eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re beautiful.”

He glanced down at your lips for a moment before leaning in. You closed your eyes and leaned in, but you were disappointed when no contact was made. You opened your eyes and before you could tell him he was being a tease, he smirked and swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. The moan it elicited from you was embarrassing. All you could do was stare in awe at your blood smeared on his lips. The smirk on his face…he was waiting for you to do something. You’d heard stories of the kind of partner he was… all kinds of rumors about his bedroom tendencies. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding. You had an idea of what he wanted…and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t imagined tying him to a bedpost and riding him until he was crying underneath you. He was perfect. Slender, pale, strange… and that waist. Oh, that waist. A smirk found its way to your lips as the lust drowned out the nervousness. You hummed and looked down, going back to painting his nails.

He whined, “Come here, babe. I don’t need the nail polish as bad as I need you.” The thought of David being so needy for you already just made you enjoy this little plan of yours even more.

“And you’ll have me, darling…in just a moment.” You finished painting the last nail and closed the bottle, setting in on the vanity of your changing room. You came back from the vanity and stood in front of where he was sitting. You hummed approvingly when he looked up at you.

“But I can’t…” he waved his hands around. “They aren’t dry yet,” he groaned and flopped over dramatically so that he was laying on his back. Perfect.

“I know,” you mumbled and moved to straddle his lap. You wasted no time in grinding yourself against him. He gawked up at you, assumingely not expecting this from you. You felt him get hard from your torturous grinding. He couldn’t touch you. You had all the control.

“Ohhh, you’re evil…” he moaned out with a little chuckle. His eyes remained steadfast on you, and a permanent rosy pink dusting his cheeks and ears. He sat up on his elbows and leaned forward in attempt to capture your lips, but you pulled back. The pathetic whimper that escaped his mouth only further stoked the fire burning in you. “Please…please…” He choked out and looked up at you, “I’ve been good, haven’t I? I need to cum I- Oh fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head and you quickly hopped off of him.

“Aww…no, babyboy. Not yet.” You kissed his forehead and watched the aftermath of his ruined orgasm. His body was trembling as he moved his hand down to palm himself through his pants. You swatted his hand away. “No.” Then you remember what you were even doing here. Oh right I’m fucking performing. You glanced at the clock and smirked.

David sighed and leaned his head on your leg. “Be careful treating me like this. I may just become obsessed with you.” He smirked.

“Yeah? I wouldn’t mind.” You ruffled his hair and chuckled before leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Be good and keep your hands off of that pretty cock of yours until after the show and I may just fuck you as a reward.” He nodded furiously.

As you turned to walk out of the dressing room to go on stage, he grabbed your wrist and stood up clumsily. David wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a sweet kiss. It was slow, passionate…a kiss that made you feel like the world around you didn’t exist. After he pulled away you just smiled and kissed his forehead before walking out of the dressing room.

You couldn’t deny the way he makes you feel. The way he’s always made you feel. It was scary. What if you fell for him? And how could you not after having him in such an intimate way? Little did you know, he was already madly in love with you.

#David Bowie #david bowie x reader #ziggy x reader #ziggy stardust #David Bowie fanfic #jareth x reader #the goblin king x reader #thomas jerome newton #the man who fell to earth #bowie #x reader #fanfic #classic rock

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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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Hiiiiiiiii how are you? Id like to request a farah with a extremely hyper energetic and bubbly reader🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hello! I'm doing fine! I went to my country house for the first time this year and grilled some sausages and meat with my parents, so I had a pretty good day today!

Farah with an Energetic and Bubbly Reader

It would most definitely be different from what she’s used to, being surrounded by serious, and mostly grumpy people at all times. But it’s not like you could blame them either, they’re at war and need to be alert, not having the time to be cheerful. SO having you along is definitely a breath of fresh air. Someone, who doesn’t think of all the bad things that could happen at any point in time. You’re always up for an adventure, even if Farah doesn’t always have the time for them. Don’t get me wrong, she’d love nothing more than to explore the world with you, go inside every forest and every cave just to see some cute animals and maybe pet them, but she can’t unfortunately. Even so, she can appreciate you being this bubbly, it’s nice. You may talk a lot, but that’s alright, sometimes she’s too tired to talk anyway and lets you take the lead. Not having to think about all the godawful things war brings with it for a few moments is nice, especially if it’s because of a loved one. Besides, you’re always in a good mood, and it rubs off on her as well, leaving her smiling and thinking about the time you pet a cat and ushered her to do the same as you held the mammal out towards her. You having a lot of energy can be a bit exhausting to her at times, though. Sometimes, when she’s tired, she just wants to rest a bit, but you always wanna do big things with her. She’d love to, again, but she can’t always. But once all of this is over, she’s gonna take you to an amusement park. Not because she’s never been to one, definitely not because of that, but because they seem like something you would enjoy. However, on those days where she has a bit more energy as well, you’re more than welcome to dance with her, or maybe even race each other to the top of one of the hills nearby. Farah wants nothing more than to share her country with you, especially the good things such as the culture and the landscape, so she would never say no to the both of you going outside when you can, provided the times are a bit more peaceful. If she’s feeling especially playful, or if you’re being too energetic, Farah will tire you out a bit by play fighting with you. Good luck trying to beat her. She may play fair with you, but that doesn’t mean she won’t go all out trying to get you to calm down a bit. However, she will apologize if she accidentally hurts you, such a thing was never her intention.

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #been getting a lot of requests for Farah as of late #I don't mind since I barely got any for my second masterpost unfortunately. she's literally so cool though #one of these days I would like to be especially cringe and write some HCs of her reader and Alex in a poly relationship #Alex is so underrated it hurts. we love a loyal and sweet king who would give his life for his wife #I don't think he's ever been properly requested either #if I ever find the time I will write some HCs for that. I'm such a sucker for poly relationships. but I've mentioned that already #I also had another cod dream the other day!!! no girls though :( I was cuddling with König a bit. he was a sweetheart in my dream #been getting lots of cod dreams as of late. I hope it stays that way since I do like dreaming about the lads and lasses a lot #the next request is rather interesting. I'm gonna get to it today as well. I don't think I know what a mosh pit is exactly #you folks send in interesting stuff but I can't complain since I love rock and punk myself #my co worker always plays classic rock in our office and it's my favorite thing at work. just listening to paint it black all of a sudden #so good. I also have times where I can't get bastards by motörhead out of my head. another really good song #but I gotta look at what a mosh pit is first and foremost before I can write that request

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neonnoir-ao3 · 5 months

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“The Song of Songs, also called the Canticle of Canticles or the Song of Solomon, is an erotic poem—”

What the Song of Songs says when translated:

#sorry to the 90% of people who followed me for Showtime/TADC content #I am in full TMC Gabriel zone #if this wasn’t obvious #also that one Gabriel/Reader fic that incorporates the Song of Songs goes SO FUCKING HARD PLEASE READ IT #“Ani l’dodi v’dodi li” by Mossbride #it’s one of the first Gabriel/Reader fics on the site #truly a classic #gabriel x reader #alt gabriel x reader

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awindylife-writes · 2 years

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My Masterlist

Created: 6. July 2022

Last updated: 31. December 2022

Total works: 36

Fandoms: Doctor Who

Tenth Doctor

Poisoned: You get poisoned when you help the Doctor save a planet. Feelings ensue.

A Nightmare about Him Screaming: You have a nightmare about the Doctor getting dissected and seek him out to make sure that he's okay. A sleepover and feelings ensue.

What Did You Call Me?: The Doctor keeps repeating a Gallifreyan word when talking to you. But what does it mean?

Mine: A short drabble, l don't even know.

His Death: You get kidnapped and the Doctor gets shot. You both think the other is dead, but things work out very well.

Asleep on His Shoulder: You fall asleep in his shoulder on a bus.

Asleep on the Transport: You fall asleep on his shoulder.

Sister: Rose and you talk about your past and your future.

Warmth: After an adventure where you almost died, the Doctor and you have a cuddle.

Joint Sleepover: After you have a nightmare, you have a sleepover with Rose and later the Doctor joins you.

Help Him: You have powers of time and space travel. When the Doctor and you are caught in a deadly situation you blindly transport both of you out.

Dissing the Time Lords: l (or anyone who whishes to) yell at Rassilon and the High Council in the second person, first about trying to end time and becoming creatures of pure thought, and second about initiating Time Lord children by making them look into the Time Vortex. They had it coming.

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pt. ll

His Nightmare: The Doctor has a nightmare and goes to you for help.

Some Pirates and a Chest: There's a pirate ship with a peculiar chest on board. Something powerful lays sleeping in it, but what happens when it's opened?

Mutiny

The Eternal Chamber

Waking up

The Storm

Your Storm

Hair: This is a very short drabble where the Doctor really likes your hair.

Stop: The Doctor keeps throwing himself into danger and you beg him to stop.

The Size of a Thumb: The Doctor has been shrunk to the size of a thumb. It's up to you to defend him and oh boy are you gonna do it.

Trust: Hadestown inspired drabble.

After the End (Comes the Beginning): Christmas bride rewrite. The Doctor and you cope with the loss of Rose and meet Donna.

Meeting Martha: S3E1 Smith and Jones rewrite. The Doctor and you meet Martha and defeat the Plazmavore Florence.

The Shakespeare Code: S3E2 The shakespeare code rewrite. The Doctor, Martha and you meet Shakespeare and battle witches.

Gridlock: S3E3 Gridlock rewrite. The Doctor, Martha and you find yourselves in New New York. When Martha is kidnapped, the Doctor and you have to find out what's wrong with the city's motorway.

Daleks in Manhattan: S3E6 Daleks in Manhattan rewrite. The end of the episode didn't sit right with me, so l wrote my own.

42: S3E7 42 rewrite. The Doctor, Martha and you find yourselves on a ship that's about to crash into the sun. And if that weren't enough, one of the crew has been infected by something that made him turn into a murderer.

42 (addition)

Voyage of the Damned: The Doctor and you find yourselves on the Titanic, space edition. You meet Astrid and get ready for a wonderful day, but then a meteor shower hits the ship and it starts falling towards Earth.

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

Partners in Crime: S4E1 Partners in Crime rewrite. Donna has a question to ask the Doctor but is scared of the answer.

The Poison Sky: S4E5 rewrite of the end of The Poison Sky. You go with the Doctor when he leaves to give the Sontarans a choice.

Silence in the Library, Forest of the dead: rewrite of S4e7 and S4e8. No romantic Doctor x River, l'm sorry. The Doctor, Donna and you find yourselves in the biggest library in the universe. You meet a woman called River Song, and then the shadows turn against you.

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sick: The Doctor and you find yourselves on a spaceship in desparate need of repair and you are determined to help the crew (Kaisa, Lincoln and Bressa), but then the ship also gets highjacked. And on top of that, you fall sick.

The Bar: Jack, the Doctor and you go to a bar. You are drugged and a man tries to take you but the Doctor luckily intervenes in time.

Come Hold Me as l Sleep: You seek the Doctor out in the middle of the night and you fall asleep together.

Bruised: You are slapped by one of the guards of the prison you're in and the Doctor reacts to it when you see him as you escape.

A Leaf: The Doctor is tall. There's a leaf in his hair. Something finally happens.

Third Doctor

Nothing Serious: You discover you were shot. That's it.

Soft Mornings: The Doctor wakes up after a sleepover.

This Time Around: You crash at UNIT headquarters in 1980 (ish) after an adventure goes wrong with the tenth Doctor, whom you married in both the human and Time Lord sense. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, intermission chapter (ongoing)

A Morning Bath: The Doctor and you get out of bed to have a morning bath and he scoops you up into his arms.

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ant1quarian · 7 months

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A SOUL lot of problems - A Sans x Reader

Genocide Route after Genocide Route, you couldn't stop yourself. Something drove you to do it over and over again- the weight on your heart pushing you further and further.

Then, one day, Frisk decides to play a game and inputs their own name.

Suddenly, the turns table when it turns out monsters are real, and Frisk has decided to be their ambassador.

... And you have to live with the fact you've killed all of the monsters you see over and over again, and the one monster who happens to remember everything... is your SOULmate.

Do be aware that because this is a previously-genocidal Reader, there are plenty of heavy topics. Warnings are placed at the top of the chapter generally, but just understand that there'll always be some sort of... relation to either accidental self-harm, angst, murder, or violence.

Take care of yourselves and please don't read this if anything is a trigger for you.

Reader is gender neutral, and I they have no set appearance.

Chapters written: 8/?

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newbie-whovian · 2 years

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Hey hey it’s me again 😅👉🏼👈🏼

I’ve always loved the concept of current companion meeting past regenerations of the Doctor. So I was wondering if you’d like to play around with that?? (I do prefer a 12 x reader, but honestly do whatever you want, go ham bestie!)

(Hell yeah 👌 lovely to hear from you again! 😁)

Echoes - The Twelfth Doctor x Reader, Featuring The Fourth and Eighth Doctors

Out of everything you knew about the Doctor, the fact that he'd been other people in the past was probably the hardest to grasp. Regeneration had always been a little hard to wrap your head around, and every time he explained it, it somehow got harder to comprehend.

You looked at the Doctor over the console and exchanged a smile when he met your gaze, bracing yourself as the TARDIS landed with a jolt. "Go ahead," he said, checking something on one of the monitors. "I'll be right out." You smirked to yourself as he snapped his fingers to open the door and you stepped outside. "Right out" could mean anywhere from five minutes to three hours, although more often than not, it erred towards the latter.

The TARDIS had landed on an enormous cliffside, looking out over unfathomably tall trees that stretched past the mountains and towards the sky. The branches of these trees were nearly as wide as small buildings, and formed bridges from the various cliffs to the enormous forest ahead. Branches met and formed a web that tangled the trees together, and the winged inhabitants walked along them as if the whole thing were a massive outdoor mall.

You took in the sights with a wide smile, stepping towards the edge of the cliff and the beginning of one of the branches. It looked sturdy enough, but you held your breath slightly as you stepped over to the branch, continuing towards the stalls and tents set up along the walkways. Vendors shouted and held out their wares, showing you jewelry and fabric and various weapons and tools, and you lamented that you should have asked for some pocket money.

You didn't get far into the market, however, when a man in an olive velvet coat and gray slacks stopped in his tracks and made a beeline straight to you.

"Excuse me, but I seem to have misplaced a large blue box, could you help me?" the stranger said, giving you a grin. You had begun to walk away but you paused, saying slowly, “This blue box wouldn’t happen to be called a TARDIS, would it…?”

His face lit up and he said enthusiastically, “Yes!” His smile didn’t dim a single notch as he asked in a voice full of wonder, “How did you know that?”

You gave him a smile and said, “I’ve been around. Where have you already looked?”

A question flashed behind his eyes before he dismissed it with a shake of his head, sending his wavy hair flying around his face. He walked with an undeniable energy, like he was a kid exploring a zoo, and he said as you followed him, “I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, I’m the Doctor, and you are?”

You stopped in your tracks. He halted after a moment when he realized you weren’t following, turning back with a curious frown and saying, “Have I offended you? You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head with a small laugh, saying, “No, no no, you haven’t offended me, it’s just… I didn’t think it was possible for me to be here.” You met his gaze, recognizing some small piece of your Doctor in this stranger’s eyes and allowing yourself a small smile. You offered your name and thought for a second, saying, “We should find your TARDIS.”

He examined your face with an odd half smile dancing around his face before continuing along the branch, a bounce in his step. “Why shouldn’t you be here?” he asked in that strange tone your Doctor always donned whenever he was asking a question he already had an answer for.

“Well, I thought you weren’t supposed to be able to cross your own timeline, was all,” you said, and you didn’t think his smile could get any wider.

“So you travel with me? Or some future version of me, anyway? Or past, it’s entirely possible, this body’s memory isn’t the most reliable,” he rattled off, and you answered him with a finger pressed over your lips.

“Spoilers,” you muttered with a grin. His eyes sparkled with mischief.

As it turns out, he’d left his TARDIS tucked in between two similarly colored tents, and when you pointed it out, his reaction was as if it were Christmas morning. He dashed towards it with a small wave, unlocking it with an oddly shaped pendant around his neck. He was close to disappearing inside before he turned back to face you, beckoning you closer.

You made your way through the stalls and the bustling crowd, and once you were close enough to hear, he said, “I can’t wait to meet you!” You tugged him in for a hug that he returned with a laugh, lifting you off of your feet for a moment before letting you go.

He stepped inside and the doors shut behind him, and you stepped back with a wide smile as his TARDIS began to dematerialize.

You found your Doctor wandering through the market with a concerned look on his face. He gave you a smirk and said, “Of course, the one time I actually mean ‘right out,’ you wander off to Rassilon knows where.” You apologized with a small smile, and he returned it reluctantly. “Should I even bother asking where you ran off to?” he said, heading towards one of the larger groups of tents.

You looped your arm through his elbow and shook your head, resting your head on his shoulder as he let out a sigh.

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You’d been put on guard duty, and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. You stood across the street from some sort of apothecary, tasked with letting the Doctor know about everyone who came and went. So far, there’d been no one, and it had been almost an hour now. You let out an exasperated groan, crossing your arms and slumping against the wall.

All of the sudden, a tall man wearing an outrageous scarf tore around the corner onto the street, looking around with wide eyes. He caught sight of you, not exactly hard to do, seeing as you two were the only people around, and jogged across the street with that ridiculous scarf coming dangerously close to tripping him.

Before you could get a word in, he said, “Have you seen a young lady about this high?” holding a hand up to his shoulder. You frowned and answered, “No, you’re the first person I’ve seen for about an hour.”

He almost cursed under his breath, burying his hands in his pockets and pulling out a small white paper bag. That bug-eyed gaze stayed locked on the cobblestone street as he offered you the bag, muttering, “Would you like a jelly baby?” You looked into the bag with a puzzled expression, grabbing one of the multi-colored candies and popping it in your mouth. He ate three before the bag disappeared back into his pocket.

“You’re the only other person I’ve seen in this entire town,” he said with something resembling abject fascination in his voice, “The only one.”

“Why do you think that is?” you asked, “I mean, people live here, right?” You looked down at the sidewalk and kicked a pebble into the street. He watched it bounce into a storm drain and said, “That’s not necessarily true, towns can be empty for a number of reasons, none of which are very appetizing at the moment since we both have people we’re waiting for. Although I assume yours at least gave you a bit of an errand before they ran off without a word.”

You frowned and looked at him quickly, saying, “And how do you know that?”

“Why else would we be waiting outside a closed apothecary?” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You crossed your arms and said, “Well yes, the Doctor told me to wait outside this dump and he-”

“The Doctor?” the stranger interrupted, his face lighting up with a smile with entirely too many teeth. “Now that does make things more interesting. You see, I’m the Doctor, and if you’re telling the truth, then there’s another me running around, am I correct?”

You paused before narrowing your eyes at him, and he said, “I suppose you’ll want proof?”

You pause again before saying slowly, “Honestly, I don’t think I know a single other person who could ever be anyone close to you,” giving him a smirk. “And besides, that scarf…”

He gave you an indignant look before flipping the scarf over one shoulder defiantly, saying, “Let’s go, we've got to find Sarah."

"And you!"

"Yes yes, and me I suppose."

#doctor who #doctor who fic #classic who #twelfth doctor #twelfth doctor x reader #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader #eighth doctor #8th doctor #fourth doctor #4th doctor

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deadartistssocietyy · 2 months

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I love Franz Kafka with all my heart! ♡

#franz kafka #kafkaesque #the metamorphosis #books #classic #literature #me and who #kafka x reader #girlhood #he gets me #i am him #german literature #die verwandlung #me and the girls #girlblogging #i want this

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tree0frog · 2 years

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Dating the 11 the doctor would be like

This man like his tenth self is a fully grown child

You some times wonder if your dating a toddler or a grow time lord

You met once when you were helping Torchwood out and had ran into him with jack

Soon after you stared to travel with him as well as the ponds

He has no sense of timing

Meaning he will kiss you anywhere

Which gets you to in to shit often

The TARDIS moved your things into his after you got injured on a trip and the doctor was on 24/7 watch over you

He is such a sweet person he will hug you and won’t let go

Like I mean he will show you his love like he will never see you ageing

He gives you thing small tokens of your time together

#y/n #x reader #fanfic #tardis #doctor who #doctor who x reader #classic who #drwho #11th x reader #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor

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toshidou · 1 year

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wai wait wait are you writing for valeria

yes! yes i am! as a lesbian, the lack of fics for her was genuinely killing me. so, since i'm trying to get over my own insecurities about my writing, i shall give you a snippet of what i have so far!

It’s as you’re lost in daydreams of red one pieces and wanting eyes that the door slams open, a shouted curse expelled from gagged lips as your heart beats so fast you feel the telltale buzz of your Apple Watch notifying you that your heart rate is worryingly high. And although it should be normal that it doesn’t decrease, confronted with whoever wanted you tied up in their basement, you find yourself sustaining your rapidly beating heart for an entirely different reason.

“Ah, she’s awake.”

Because standing at the stop of a small flight of stairs, mere feet away from you, is perhaps the most beautiful, powerful woman you have ever had the blessing to lay eyes on.

“Fuck me.” Thankfully the words are muffled by the rag, a slurred mess of incomprehensible syllables. Of course, you mean it as an expression of shock, rather than a request; although, you certainly wouldn’t be complaining, that’s for sure. A single eyebrow arches in response, the confusion in her eyes quickly melting to sadistic amusement.

“Ey, Diego. ¿Qué tan fuerte le pegaste a la pobre perra? She's still out of it.”

‘No I’m not, you’re just gorgeous’, you’re grateful the thought remains to yourself this time, barely even noticing the man that appears behind her, recognition flashing across your muddled memories as you glance at the man who gagged you. Not that he has your attention for long, quickly being stolen back as the Goddess before you as she begins to walk down the steps, her hand dipping into her waistband to pull out a long knife, the decorated blade glinting in the artificial light that swings above your head.

It’s almost hypnotic, the way your eyes trace along thin metal, taking in each delicate detail to a weapon that has no doubt rid many a person of their last breath. Snakes line each side of the dagger, the design flowing from the sharpened tip, all the way to the hilt, where solid metal gives way to wood, carved out in the shape of a snake's head. It’s nothing short of stunning, much like the woman who wields it.

#anon.exe #VALERIA!!#honestly this fic is more humour based?#less serious #sure you get mistakenly taken hostage by a cartel gang #and sure #you get threatened with torture #but you do also immediately fall in love with the woman who kidnapped and is wanting to torture you so #classic lesbian things #valeria x reader #valeria garza

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daydreaming-of-doctor-who · 5 months

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~Alexa, play Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood~

So, hi 😬

Can we imagine a teen reader being the 3rd doctor's and the Delgado master’s companion? Like, would be nice to see them bickering about how dangerous a place can be for him/her and (s)he’s like: don’t fight, divorce parents

A/N: THIS IS PERFECTION! You know they would be such 'dad's.' I mean, they already act it with Jo!

Teen!Reader being the Third Doctor's and Delgado!Master's Companion:

They may be best enemies, but when it comes to you, their teenage companion who is practically like a child to them both, they come together like the concerned divorced papa's they are.

It starts with you almost getting yourself into a dangerous situation and one of them telling you: NO.

Then it follows with them both bickering with each other over how to better teach you, or watch over you, or what's best for you, or how to should learn, etc.

"The best way for Y/N to learn is to experience it for themselves."

"No, no. Guidance is what Y/N needs. They need someone watching and--"

"Y/N's gone! Where have they gone now?!"

You got bored of listening to them bicker with one another again, so you went to find something more entertaining.

It's weird knowing one of them is trying to (maybe) sometimes kill the other. Honestly, it's not quite sure if the Master wants to kill the Doctor or not, or they just need to really talk out their problems.

At least you know the Master doesn't mean for you to get involved in his plans with the Doctor. It just...happens?!

One of them is teaching you how to be environmentally friendly towards the planet and protect it. The other, is teaching you how to set traps and use people or things to your advantage.

Life's even more confusing, but at least one thing is certain: You've been adopted by two Time Lords who are divorced and will also probably be the safest person in the universe.

#the master x reader #the doctor x reader #delgado!master x reader #third doctor x reader #delgado!master #third doctor #doctor who reader insert #doctor who imagines #doctor who headcanons #classic who #doctor who #the master #the doctor

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meredithhk8702 · 6 days

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Nothing but ai bait. Just scroll past this.

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