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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months
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A Little Paradox Never Hurt Nobody (Doctor Who One-Shot)
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Tenth Doctor x Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
Summary: It's been six months since Eleven joined you both, and it's safe to say things have escalated a little.
CW: smut, threesome, filthy stuff im so proud of this
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See, the thing about Time Lords is that they are notoriously competitive. Particularly Time Lords of different regenerations in the same place at the same time. Particularly Time Lords of different regenerations in the same place at the same time who both had (or was it has?) the same companion. Said companion was you. Said Time Lords were the Tenth and the Eleventh regenerations of the Doctor. 
When the eleventh Doctor had spouted his way out of a portal and into the tenth’s console room, there had been rather a lot of shouting, a lot of confusion, and a lot of use of the word ‘paradox.’ Quite frankly, if you never heard that word ever again it would be far too soon. 
After that, there was a lot of discussion around Eleven not being able to be there because he already knew how all this was going to go. All the things Ten had yet to live, Eleven had already been through and while it was general knowledge that one should not attempt to change one’s own past- one was not always able to control oneself if that particular opportunity should arise. 
They’d tried pretty hard at first to figure out how to get him back. There was some ‘timey wimey’ reason as to why they couldn’t just use the TARDIS, and that had been about the extent of time and space travel knowledge you had, so you didn’t put any other suggestions in after that. 
And so, Eleven was still with you six months later. 
You didn’t know, of course, that Eleven still had you with him after Ten was due to regenerate in the future, not that you knew when that was, but what you also didn’t know until about a month into Eleven’s presence was that your relationship with Ten continued on with Eleven after a brief adjustment period. Fair enough. 
And then Ten found out, and as they were both technically (but also not really) the same person, you ended up sleeping with them both. It had been their idea, though you were pretty sure that it had just sort of happened and they decided to take the credit. 
Anyway, all this to say- Ten and Eleven knew how to play your body like a violin, and when they worked together it was as if they moved in tandem. It’s own kind of chaotic different to when they were feuding. They did that a lot too, to be fair. 
Today it seemed as though they wanted to work as one. Riling you up every way they knew how. Lingering touches in bed, a hard squeeze on the way past you, whispered words of desire in corridors and spare rooms. Ten had rutted himself up against your thighs at some point and had unfortunately had to leave before he or yourself could finish- some urgent TARDIS thing. 
Eleven had you pressed into the wall of his bedroom and had you grind yourself silly on his thigh. You’d not been able to get off, and Eleven had tutted when you’d whined that you needed more. You’d practically begged him, but he’d said no- “later, Petal.” 
Things had continued on like that, teasing and close calls where whomever it was teasing you had to run for whatever reason. 
Of course- they’d been planning it that way. The two of them, working together to get you as desperate as they possibly could so that when they finally had at you, you’d succumb to the pleasure with no thoughts left in your pretty little head. 
“Oh, look at that,” Ten said from behind you, pinning your legs open with his own. You made some sort of sound- you weren’t even sure it sounded human. “Haven’t even been fucking into you for that long yet- already fucked dumb, love.” 
Ten’s hands were wrapped around your waist, squeezing comfortingly as Eleven laid one hand on your knee and the other on your breast, flicking at the nipple while he fucked his hard cock into you over and over without mercy. 
“Mm- she does, rather, doesn’t she?” Eleven commented, taking the hand on your breast to grab you by the chin and turn your face side to side. With your muscles so lax, you didn’t fight the motion, and Eleven wasn’t being rough with you anyway (yet) so it wasn’t a big deal. You whimpered, eyes screwing shut and head lolling against Ten’s shoulder. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you, love?” 
You could barely form a response, tears welling as Eleven found a particularly good spot and rammed his cock into it repeatedly. Your muscles were non-existent by this point, having been eaten out twice and fingered to completion once on top of that as well. Ten had to keep your legs spread with his own, and he did so without complaint. Getting to see Eleven fuck you silly over the top of your shoulder was more than enough of an incentive for him. 
On top of barely being able to form a response to anything your boys were saying, you could barely keep your eyes open. You were so cockdrunk that nothing was registering for you except the deep thrusting of Eleven’s cock into your g-spot over and over like a mantra you never wanted to end. 
And because you were unable to keep your eyes open for more than two seconds at a time, you didn’t notice Ten’s fingers trailing over your hips to rub at your clit. You felt it though, and Ten had to tighten his muscles to keep you from snapping your legs shut around Eleven’s hips. 
“Oh, my darling,” Ten cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your ear. “I know, darling. I know, love. It’s so much. It’s too much. You can do it, oh yes, I know you can. You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” It was all you could do to not start crying with the overstimulation. 
And it wasn’t to say you didn’t feel good. You felt fucking amazing, so so good, but it was so much. So much pleasure firing through your nerve endings. You could feel how puffy and swollen your lips were stretched around Eleven and it only served to make you cry out louder. 
“Hush now, dear,” Eleven said, pressing his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You didn’t argue, whole body limp against their whims. Whatever they wanted, you would give it to them. Anything at all. 
Eleven grinned breathily, and fucked up into you harshly, not seeming to care how fucked out you were in the slightest. You wriggled against the fingers on your clit, and clung to Ten as though he were your lifeline. 
“There there,” Ten said softly, fingers rubbing tight little circles. “Oh, darling, oh yes, I know. He’s so mean to you, isn’t he? Mhm. Oh yes.” 
Eleven grumbled though it evened out into a moan when your cunt fluttered around him. His head dropped forward, already mussed hair falling into a curtain in front of his eyes. He gave his hips a few especially hard rolls, and your eyes fazed out onto the ceiling above you. 
“Oh, look at that, Doctor,” Ten said, cooing and shushing you comfortingly. “We thought she was fucked out before. Look at her now. Maybe we should give her a break, eh?” 
Eleven grunted, hips rocking softly now for a moment, giving himself time to think on it. 
“Nah, don’t think so,” Eleven replied, getting back into his rhythm. 
Ten’s fingers revived their assault, rubbing against you with such ferocity that you were afraid you might actually combust. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your body forced you to climax again, the pleasure bordering on pain with how intense it was. Your clit almost felt like it was burning- and yet you didn’t want it to stop. Ten shushed you gently, rubbing his nose along the shell of your ear and pressing kisses to your sweaty hair as your body spasmed between them. 
Your cunt contracting harshly around Eleven forced him to cum, ropes of his seed painting inside you. The heat of them- warmer than a humans- filled you up so nicely that you were genuinely concerned under the foggy waves of pleasure that you might start crying. 
Eleven rode his high out with your body, no care given for your poor overstimulated cunt, and finally when the last rolls of pleasure were done with him, he pulled himself out. He did so slowly, and you grimaced slightly at the tug of your puffy walls around him. 
Eleven cooed and pressed a kiss to your cheek to placate you. 
Ten let his legs slide down the bed, and yours followed accordingly, unable to hold themselves up for even another minute more. God, you were well and truly fucked. Literally, not figuratively (at the moment, anyway). You lolled back against him, nuzzling your cheek into his neck. 
You hadn’t even noticed Eleven leave, but you definitely noticed him returning, towel in hand and water dripping off his face. Ah, he’d gone to clean up. 
“Now, Ten, dearest, are you planning to fuck her before we all retire for the evening?” Eleven asked without much charm. He was just like that. You didn’t take offence. In fact, his crass command of language was one of the things that made you love him more. “Only asking in relation to clean up, of course.” 
You could feel Ten hard against your backside, and you gave a half-hearted attempt to grind up against him. You were quite sore, but you wouldn’t say no if he wanted to use you.
“Can fuck ‘er tits if you like,” Eleven added, noting the way your legs subconsciously closed themselves. The ache was intense, but you considered it an added bonus to the pleasure you’d just been subjected to. 
“Oh, big load of charming you are,” Ten scolded. “Blimey, you’re lucky I was there to lay the foundations for you both or you’d have had no chance.” 
“Now, now, boys,” you said- the first words in a fair while to come out of your mouth and it was to stop them bickering. Even your voice sounded as though it had been thoroughly ravaged. 
“Can I?” The Doctor asked, turning his attention back to you. One of his hands squeezed at your tit, and you swore you could feel the lust rolling off him in waves from that one action alone. You nodded tiredly. Of course, he could. 
Ten leaned you forward so he could escape from behind you. Eleven took his spot without issue, pulling you up to sit against him rather than lay against him as you did with Ten. 
Eleven brushed the hair behind your ear as Ten positioned himself in front of you. You looked up at his eager face, running a hand over his chest and down over his tummy to wrap around his upper thigh. 
Just as you were about to let go and hold your breasts together for him, Eleven’s big, warm hands took their place, pressing against your skin, one forefinger flicking at a nipple quickly just to tease. 
“You’re so gorgeous,” Ten breathed, dribbling some lube onto your tits. “So brilliant, love. Just like that- oh, yes- f-fuck.” 
“Look at him,” Eleven whispered hotly into your ear. “Not even started yet and already stuttering.” 
You let out a giggle of a whimper, and Ten’s hips started to rock against you. Your tired arms wrapped around the backs of his thighs, giving his ass a little squeeze. 
Ten groaned, fucking your tits desperately. He wasn’t going to last long after having been teasing you and therefore himself as well all day, and it was barely another two minutes before his cock was starting to twitch and he started to moan with that lilt that he always did when he was close to spilling. 
“Please,” you whined, head dropping back against Eleven’s shoulder. “Ten, please- Doctor-” 
“Well, you heard the lady,” Eleven tutted, pushing your tits together that little bit harder to create a touch more friction for him. “You’d better cum then, shouldn’t you?” 
Ten groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his gorgeous neck to you both. Eleven nipped at the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp. 
“Cum on me, please- I need it,” you whined, brows drawing inwards in desperation. Ten seemed to finally hear you, and he let out a desperate little ‘o-hoh, yes, fuck-’ and he was cumming, spilling over your tits, rolling his hips back and forth to make sure he got the most out of his orgasm. 
You groaned pleasurably as Eleven let go of your breasts. A drip of cum dribbled off the curve of your tit and onto Eleven’s hand, who deftly and without hesitation licked it up. 
You were so fucked out and so busy thinking about how covered in spend you were that you barely noticed as Ten decided to collapse softly on top of you both. He snuggled close, not caring about the fact that he was now also covered in his own cum as well, and you huffed out a grunt. 
“Oh, that’s just lovely,” Eleven said sarcastically, now being crushed under two grown people. “Now I’m trapped. I suppose you’re both happy, aren’t you?” 
You giggled out a nod, and you could see Ten trying to contain his laughter as well. 
“Alright,” you say, yawning tiredly. Wow, that came out of nowhere. Suddenly you were oh-so-tired. “Ten minutes of cuddles and then it’s group shower time, yes?” 
“Maybe fifteen,” Ten replied tiredly. 
“Yes, dears,” Eleven added, and you could hear the affectionate roll of his eyes. 
Was it wrong, perhaps, to wish that Eleven would stay forever? Possibly. Was it going to stop you from wishing it quietly to yourself anyway? 
Absolutely not.
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specialagentlokitty · 5 months
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10th doctor x deaf!reader - the way you talk
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Heya! Absolutely love your work! I've been rewatching doctor who ready for davids comeback😍 it's kinda hard because i'm deaf and sometimes the subtitles dont keep up with the timings😫 i was wondering if i could request a 10th doctor with a deaf reader if possible pleaseeee, thanks 💜 - Anon💜
A/N: Italics will be sign language
The TARDIS enabled the doctor to speak and listen to every language there was.
And for somebody like it, it was amazing, incredibly useful, meaning there wasn’t anything that would be lost in translation.
But, he realised there was limitations to this, and that he wouldn’t make him an expert in some areas, especially sign language.
He knew some, enough to get by if needed.
But when he met you, he realised that wouldn’t be enough if he wanted to communicate with you.
You talked through notepads and text messages, but for him it wasn’t enough, he wanted more. He wanted to communicate with you the way you had to.
So, when he had some free time, which surprisingly was quite a lot considering he always seemed so busy, he began to learn.
And when he next went to pick you up, he wore a grin from ear to ear as he waved at you.
You waved back, following him into the TARDIS, and you set your notepad and pen on the console, putting your bag out of the way before coming back over.
The doctor was flicking through the notepad, and you waved your hand at him, gesturing for him to pass it back.
Quickly writing in it, you flipped it over and held it out to him.
‘Where are we going?’
The doctor beamed.
He took it from you and set it down, making you furrow your brows a little bit, and he began to put some coordinates in.
You took the notepad again, asking him where he was taking you, but he wouldn’t reply, so you knew it was a surprise he had planned for you.
Which wasn’t so bad, except usually his surprises ended in some sort of running or rescue situation.
He was bouncing around, and you smiled as you watched him, leaning against the railing as you just watched him bounce from thing to thing, doing whatever it was he needed to do.
You didn’t quite know how the whole TARDIS worked, and he had offered to explain it, but you didn’t want him to sit there for hour writing it all down.
You were happy not knowing.
As long as you were travelling with him you didn’t care.
He bounding over, and with a grin he held out his hand to you.
“Come with me.” He said.
He knew you could lip read, so often he would just speak to you.
Sometimes he would forget and be stood behind you, trying to have a whole conversation with you and getting confused when you wouldn’t talk back.
You smiled, placing your hand in his, letting him lead you to the doors and outside.
It was bright, multiple sun sun the sky. It was warm, it wasn’t hot, it seemed like the perfect temperature.
The sand was a vibrant shade of gold, and in the distance the heatwaves rippled about, creating almost an illusion if there being water over there.
The doctor looked at you, smiling even more when he saw you smiling, and he reached out, tapping your shoulder.
You turned to him and he took a small breath.
I don’t know if I’m doing this right, I’m still learning.
Your eyes shot open at the sight of him signing, carefully watching what he was doing as he carried on.
But I want to make it easier for you to talk.
He looked at you slightly nervous.
How long have you been learning? When did you start?
You carried on signing questions and he quickly took your hands to stop you.
Laughing slightly, the doctor smiled and let go.
Not so fast, I’m still learning.
You grinned sheepishly.
Sorry. Why did you start?
So I could talk to you.
You furrowed your brows a little bit.
Yes we write or text to each other, but I want to talk to you properly. The way you do, I wanted to make it easier on you.
You smiled and rushed to hug him tightly, and he happily hugged you back.
He had a long way to go, but with some practice and you to help guide him, he would be able to have longer conversations with you in no time
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gracesimp · 7 months
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Say It
tenth doctor x fem!reader
Warnings: smut. praise, edging, dom!doctor.
MINORS DNI
First time ever writing smut. oh god.
Summary: After feeling insecure about her body, (previous chubby!reader, but can be read by non-chubby reader I think), the Doctor shows Y/n just how much he loves it.
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"Say it." He commands, voice thick. Y/n's mouth stays open as she looks up to the ceiling, her thick thighs wrapped around the Doctor as he thrusts into her pussy. "Now."
"I-I can't." She manages to cry out, eyes closing tightly as the knot in her belly tightens. The Doctor growls, digging his nails into her hips, the mixture of the spark of pain and pure pleasure making her clench around him.
"Be a good girl and say it." He grunts as his hips thrust harder and faster. Y/n moans loudly as he brushes against her clit with every push. The noise is probably enough to wake Rose from down the corridor, but if anything, that just motivates the Doctor more.
"Please, I-" She's on the verge of coming, and he knows, so he slows down.
"Say it!" He yells, his hips slowing to an almost stop, causing a whine of desperation and protest to leave Y/n's lips. "If you don't say it, I won't let you cum."
"Oh, my-" Y/n whimpers, her face heating as she shyly avoids his eyes. He removes one hand from her hip and forcefully turns her head to meet his.
"I'll stop." He threatens.
In an act of desperation as the feeling begins to dissipate with his halted movements, Y/n quickly mutters the words he had been demanding of her since the beginning. Since he kissed her neck, then her belly, then her thighs. When he mumbled while sucking her clit, to now as he demands her to say it as he pushes into her so deep. "I'm perfect."
To taunt her further, he leans down, still refusing to move his hips as his cock was buried in her soaking sex. "Couldn't hear you."
"I'm perfect!" She screams. Begs. He smirks, finally satisfied as he begins to move again, causing a gasp to leave both of their lips.
"That's it," He praises softly, giving her a quick kiss before resuming to his vigorous thrusting. "such a good girl. Well done, my angel. And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?" He teases, their skin slapping and headboard banging filling the room. "They get rewarded."
With that, he uses his fingers to rub her clit as he fucks her. She moans loudly, tits bouncing with every hard plunge of his cock deep into her. "Cum for me, angel." He whispers, the feeling of her clenching around him urging him to his own release. "Fuck, angel, cum for me, you can do it."
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Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader established relationship
A/N: I've been rewatching the 9th and 10th Doctors' series recently, and found myself getting attached all over again, so I've decided to add the Tenth Doctor to my list of characters I write for! Enjoy!
The reader here is gender-neutral.
Content warnings: None.
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Loves any happy stims you have! He finds that it makes your joy more contagious – and since his positive energy tends to similarly rub off on you, he gets to see you stim often, to his delight.
Like Thirteen, he’s genuinely interested in any toys or jewellery you may use to stim, and likes to learn about how it helps you. If he comes across anything that might serve a similar purpose for you during his trips, he won’t hesitate to get it for you, if possible.
He listens enthusiastically to you when you talk about your special interest(s). While he may struggle with explicit verbal affection, he more than makes up for it by giving you his full attention, and watching with sheer adoration as you engage with the things you love.
Even if you can't tell how he feels about you from his facial expression alone, you can rest assured that once there's someone else around you (especially if it's Donna), you'll be made aware by them teasing him relentlessly for his heart-eyes.
Once again, there’s a sensory room in the TARDIS all for yourself! It has everything you could need to calm down from sensory overload, meltdowns, or just feeling a bit “off”.
The Doctor won’t go in unless you explicitly allow him to – though admittedly, he's happy if you do, because he also gets some use out of some of the stim and sensory items!
While he’s often quite energetic, he knows when to calm down, if you get overstimulated. You may not always be able to avoid things that make you feel that way in your adventures, but he’s mindful in finding ways to help you endure it, at least until you make it back to the TARDIS.
Those moments where his darker, “oncoming storm” side comes out can be a bit complicated. He'll most likely tell you to go back to the TARDIS, because he doesn’t want you to get overwhelmed from seeing him like that, but he usually also needs you there to reign him in.
By the time you’re together, you’ve come to recognise this, and always focus on stopping him from going too far. He feels awful if you do get overwhelmed, so he’ll either give you some space for as long as you need it, or stay with you to help you calm down, depending on what you want.
If you lose speech for any reason, or are nonverbal, the Doctor will gladly talk enough for the two of you, and will immediately steer anyone who asks any uncomfortable questions about it away from the subject. He also isn’t afraid to call them out if they don’t relent.
He'll do anything you need to keep you safe during your travels, because he genuinely loves being with you!
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justsomerandomfanfic · 4 months
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Mysterious Boyfriend - Tenth Doctor X Female Reader
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Title: Mysterious Boyfriend
Tenth Doctor X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Sarah OC, Lucas OC, and Jaime OC
WC: 2,768
Warnings: Reader is drunk, alcohol, mentions of throwing up (no throwing up happens), teasing, cursing, nicknames, and fluff
You let out an infectious laugh as you walked back over to the table with your friends, setting down another round of drinks and food. Sitting down on the leather bench, you let out another giggle, your head feeling light and fluffy. Reaching out, you tried to grab your vodka cherry, but your best friend quickly pulled it from your reach, making you pout. Your friend, Sarah, gave you a look, gesturing to you with an extra hand. 
"Nuh, uh, sweetheart." She spoke over the loud, bumping music, "You're already super drunk, don't want you throwing up anytime soon."
"No fair," You muttered, stuffing your mouth with the greasy bowl of fries in front of you, "I am not that drunk."
Your second friend in attendance, Lucas, only rolled his eyes, giving you the same look Sarah had given you, "You are drunk. You had like... Four shots."
You threw your hands up in the air, "What!? I want to have fun tonight! I haven't been out to a bar in ages!" You exclaimed, waving your arms around for emphasis. 
Jaime smirked at your response, resting her chin on her hand that was propped up against the table, "Yeah, you've been so busy traveling with that mysterious boyfriend of yours." She teased, winking at you before taking a sip of her beer.
Lucas only shook his head, mimicking Jaime's position; resting his chin on his open palm, "Yeah, that's right... When are we going to meet this mystery man of yours?"
You sputtered out a nervous laugh, brushing your hair out of the way, "I don't know guys..." You trailed off, shaking your head, "What have you three been up to anyway?" You tried to change the topic, but your friends weren’t having it.
Sarah quickly let out a full-blown cackle, her head falling back before she shook her head at you, "Oh, hell no! You have to tell us about him! It's been what? A year that you've been together?"
You nodded, taking a few bites of your burger before responding, "Yeah… A little bit over a year." You sighed out.
Lucas frowned at your expression, as did your other two friends, "Why don't you talk about him ever? I mean, I think I say this for everyone but you don't have to tell us anything that you're not comfortable with... We are just curious-"
"Super curious, mind you," Sarah interrupted. 
Lucas stole a fry from Sarah's bowl in retaliation before continuing, "A lot of people are... Uh, secretive? Is that the right word? About their relationships. So, we totally understand if you don't want to tell us everything."
You chewed thoughtfully, sobering up a bit at his words, "Thank you, for the consideration. It's not that I don't want to tell you guys anything..." You let out a small chuckle, shrugging a shoulder, "I guess I'm still in that 'I can't believe this is real' stage..."
Jaime sighed dreamily at your words, "He must be amazing then."
You nodded, smiling at the thought of him, "Yeah, he is."
"Well, what's his name anyway?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of her coke, "So we don't have to call him the 'mysterious boyfriend.'"
You worried on your bottom lip momentarily, quickly thinking, "Uh, his- his name is John... John Smith." You answered, remembering the fake name that he used when needed in your - sometimes rather dangerous - adventures. 
Sarah, Lucas, and Jaime all looked at you with such curiosity and excitement, Sarah slapped the palms of her hands on the table, "What does he do? He's got to have a lot of money to be able to take you overseas and everything." She asked so enthusiastically, that she shifted in her seat, unable to sit still. “I mean, you’re always somewhere!”
You laughed quietly, "Yeah, he's a doctor."
"A doctor!" Jaime exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward, "Really? What kind of doctor!?"
"Doctor of medicine." You smiled lightly at their reactions, though, on the inside you were panicking slightly, "His specialty is medical regeneration." You told them, holding back the cheeky grin at your little joke to yourself.
Their reactions were almost instantaneous, "Where has he taken you? France? Italy?" Lucas then asked, eating more of his fries and taking a sip of his own drink, "I bet he's a romantic, taking you to all the wonders of the world." He muttered thoughtfully.
‘Through the universe and time, more like it.’ You thought as you nodded, grabbing a fry, "He says he hates that romance stuff, but he really is a pretty romantic guy… And he's taken me practically everywhere. In fact..," You trailed off, gesturing to the necklace around your neck, "I got this on one of our trips recently. In France. He gave it to me. But that was after he took me to see a concert that I was dying to see."
The necklace in question was a gift from the Doctor when he had taken you back to 1950 France, giving you the Dior necklace only a couple of years after the jewelry company was invented. And that was right after traveling to 1970 England to see Queen live for their first performance at Truro City Hall. Which was amazing, as you fully expected. 
Jaime dreamily sighed again, her eyes drooping slightly as she mentally daydreamed, "I wish I had a cute partner that would give me things..." She trailed off before her eyes widened and she stared at you, "He is cute, right?" She asked, and you scoffed, waving a hand at her as if her question was ridiculous... Which it was.
You shook your head, a bright smile appearing on your lips, "Oh, don't get me started! He's gorgeous! Dark brown hair, always sticking out at odd angles no matter how many times he tries to fix it. Dark brown eyes that I can't help but fall into every time I see or look at him..." Your voice rose into the falsetto pitch, your cheeks growing warm as you spoke. "And those dimples... Oh, gosh, and that smile..." You said, covering your burning cheeks with your hands, groaning softly, "His smile makes my heart stop..."
"He sounds wonderful, and handsome..." Lucus spoke, laughing lightly as you gushed over your man. "But, uh, he does treat you right, right?" He asked and you sputtered out another laugh, tossing a fry into your mouth.
"Is that even a question? He's perfect! Such a gentleman... Always opening doors for me... He's funny, always making me laugh. He's so smug, but in a cute way, and he's playful." You paused for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, remembering the time he took you to a planet that was covered in a purple substance that was very similar to snow. You had both just played in that snow, making purple snowmen, and starting purple snowball fights which ended up with the both of you holding hands as you lay on the cold ground, laughing softly up at the pink sky. Your memories seemed to play in your mind like a slideshow, making your bright smile soften into one of admiration, "He can be serious too. And so protective. Always putting my safety first..." You whispered, staring off into space as you reminisced. “And he listens to me, gives me advice…”
"That's nice." Sarah spoke, placing a soft hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze, "He does sound wonderful. You must really love him."
"Love him?" Jaime spoke up with a small laugh, gesturing to you, "She's head over heels, whipped, smitten!" She spoke, pointing her finger at you mockingly, and you stuck your tongue out at her.
Finishing the rest of your fries, you glanced back up at your friends, "Who knows, you might be lucky enough to meet him tonight. He's picking me up in an hour." You shrugged, standing up from your booth, "And so before I have to go... Let's dance!"
For the next handful of minutes, you danced with your three friends, jumping up and down to the music that played loudly over the sound speakers! You let yourself get lost in the music, feeling as if all your problems and the world around you seemed to disappear into the background as you danced with your friends in the middle of the dancefloor. It was nice to just hang out with your friends. It had been over three months since you had seen them, and you had missed them dearly. It was nice to take a break from traveling, especially if it meant having your old group of friends there with you.
As the night began to wind down, you leaned against Jaime, arms looped with hers as you walked out of the bar with Lucas and Sarah. You let out another laugh, still feeling a bit drunk, having snuck one more drink and a glass of water. You were mumbling a song that had been playing at the bar, almost stumbling over your own two feet.
"Dude, we should not have let her have that watermelon Jack Daniels," Jaime laughed, pulling you closer to her, "She's probably gonna end up being super ew tomorrow." She teased, poking you lightly in the side, making you burst out in giggles once more.
Lucas shook his head at the both of you, "Yeah, she's gonna have one killer headache in the morning. That’s for sure." He laughed along as you continued to giggle. “I mean, can’t blame her, I might have one too.”
Sarah hummed, fiddling with the keys in her hands, being the driver since she only had one beer over an hour ago. "Where is this handsome, doctor boyfriend of yours, anyway, sugar?" She asked, looking around them, the city lights illuminating the street and sidewalk enough for everyone to easily see. 
Leaning your cheek on Jaime's shoulder, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, flipping it open. "He should be here soon." And right before any of your friends could say anything more, your eyes widened with such joy when you noticed the Doctor walking down the sidewalk towards you; looking as handsome as ever in his usual attire. "Hey, honey!" You waved excitedly at him.
Your friends turned their heads, Jaime's jaw dropping at the sight of the Doctor making his way over. You shimmied out of her arms before falling into the Doctor's arms instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his thin, but strong, body. "Hello there, love." His arms automatically wrapped securely around your waist, instantly taking note of how intoxicated you were. 
Suddenly, you pulled back, tugging on his arm, and pulling him over to your awaiting friends, "Guys! This is my boyfriend!" You giggled, leaning against the Doctor's side as you looked up at him with such adoration in your eyes.
Sarah immediately offered her hand, "It is so nice to finally meet you!" She said as he shook the Doctor's hand, who gave her a pleasant but slightly awkward smile.
Lucas was next, shaking the Doctor's hand with a grin, "Nice to meet you, man. She wouldn't stop talking about you once we got her going. Impressive profession, I must say, my mother's a doctor as well."
Immediately after shaking Lucas's hand, Jaime introduced herself, "Break her heart, I will crush your soul," She lightly threatened, smiling innocently as the Doctor let out a small chuckle.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all-" His sentence was interrupted slightly when Jaime gasped, tugging on Sarah's arm with wide eyes.
"He's British!" She whisper-yelled, making you laugh again, "You never told us he had an accent!"
You nuzzled your cheek into the Doctor's arm as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "English accent, but yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that..." Doctor just stood back and watched everything happen, a small grin on his face as he watched you and your friends interact. 
"You're killing us, Y/N/N," Lucas said, raising a hand to his heart, "You better give us all the tea next time we hang out." He pointed at you before gesturing back to the car a few steps away, "Well, we'll let you go. I got to work in the morning. It was nice meeting you, Doc." He spoke, saluting you both before looping his arm with Jaime's.
"Yeah, meeting you was awesome!" Sarah spoke, waving to the both of you as she walked backward to her car, "See you soon, girl! Call me!"
You waved back to your friends, "See you guys! Love you!"
As they got in the car, you watched with the Doctor as they drove away. Once they were pretty far down the road, you turned and looked up at the Doctor, "Hi..." You greeted him softly, a smile bright on your face as he leaned down to your height, giving you a kiss to the middle of your forehead.
"Hello, darling. Are you ready to go home?" The Doctor smiled, grabbing your hand in his as he led down the sidewalk towards where he parked the TARDIS.
"Yup!" You chimed happily, "Home sweet home." You let out another laugh, squeezing his hand as you walked up to the TARDIS door.
When the Doctor opened the door for you, he stepped inside, helping you slip your shoes off, and then helped you slip out of your jacket, tossing it to hang over a railing. Turning back to you, he paused to watch you spin around the TARDIS's console, humming some other song. A small, fond smile graced his lips, watching as you danced around, a happy look on your face. You looked beautiful - in every sense of the word; your hair flowing around you as you moved around the console in your party attire; the lights of the TARDIS making you look angelic. 
You spun, landing perfectly in front of him, looking up at him with shining shimmering eyes. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting against his chest as he held your waist gently. "Did you have fun with your friends tonight?" He asked softly, swaying you both side to side.
"Yeah..." You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, "I missed you though..." You murmured softly, letting out a long sigh as you relaxed in his strong embrace, "You should hang out with us next time." You stated, pouting cutely up at him before your expression immediately changed, your eyes brightening as a thought popped into your head, "Oh! We should have ice cream!"
"I would love to join you next time, love," He spoke, lifting his hand from your waist to run it through your hair, brushing strands from your face and behind your ears, "But, right now... We should get you to bed." He spoke, kissing the top of your head before guiding you out of the console room.
"Alright." You agreed, yawning, your hand reaching up to hold onto his.
The two of you made your way up the stairs, and then down the hall. The Doctor quietly opened the bedroom door, leading you inside. You dropped onto the bed, falling back, your head and hitting the pillow; you quickly ranted on and on about all the different ice cream flavors you knew during the next couple of minutes the Doctor helped you change into your pajamas - which was a pair of sweats and one of his many button-ups. You were out like a light right after, which amused the two-hearted man as he grabbed you a glass of water and ibuprofen for your head in the morning. Heading back into the control room, he started up the TARDIS to float around somewhere safe in the galaxy before heading back to you.
Dressed in his own pajamas, the Doctor slipped into bed, smiling as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around his stomach, your leg tangling with his own as your head nuzzled into his chest. “Love you.” You muttered out sleepily, making the Doctor smile.
Wrapping his own arms around you, he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head before nuzzling his cheek into your hair, “Love you too…” He replied before staring up at the ceiling; his hand trailing up and down your back. The warmth of your body seeped through his shirt as he held you close, listening to your even breathing. It was moments like these that he felt lucky to have found you. And for the rest of the night, he simply lay there, holding you, until his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep.
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okay-j-hannah · 1 year
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They Kiss You To Escape
Preference
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Rory Williams
Warnings:
Request: “Good night! I love Doctor Who and I really wanted to send you a request about a preference 😁 10, 11, Jack and Rory having to kiss their crushes to escape/hide from someone, please!” Anon
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Tenth Doctor
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The Doctor looked so uncomfortable.
He was pressed into the corner of the conference room, unable to escape the chattering of a persistent woman. She laughed ridiculously, shaking her whole body until she was bumping into him. The Doctor shook her off with a forced smile.
(Y/N) watched them from afar, perhaps enjoying his state of panic – very rarely do you see the Doctor knocked down a peg.
Though it was peculiar to see him so resistant of a flirtatious encounter. He was always sweeping strangers off their feet with talk of space and how brilliant he was. But right then there was nothing but strain on his face as the touchy woman sought his arm.
“I should take pity on him,” (Y/N) thought, sipping the remaining of her cocktail and envisioning a list of things the Doctor could do to repay her kindness.
She nudged through the crowd of babbling businessmen and their escorts to reach the corner of the room, starting to hear the high pitch voice of the confounding woman.
“Oh, stop!” she shrieked in laughter, “You couldn’t possibly have anything else to do tonight.”
“W-Well…” the Doctor stuttered, “I’ve got people to see, lords to meet, p-planets to save.” He frantically sought an excuse to escape.
(Y/N) could have sworn she watched the clouds part and sunshine fall on his face as the Doctor spotted her arrival. He practically yelled at her.
“(Y/N)!”
The insistent woman turned brazenly, a hand against her collarbone.
“Hi there,” (Y/N) said brightly.
“Hello, darling,” the Doctor said, pushing to reach her side. “How are you?”
But he didn’t give her a chance to respond as he gripped her waist and pulled her to his lips. He kissed her hard and fierce, leaving no room to question how he felt about her. (Y/N) was shocked into a standstill, hands braced against his arms as he leaned into her hungrily.
It was all-consuming, his fingers digging into her sides, holding her in place as he claimed her mouth.
The pair of them were so absorbed in each other’s embrace that they completely missed the departure of the flustered woman.
It might’ve been minutes later that (Y/N) pushed against the Doctor’s arms, gasping for air. “Woah…”
The Doctor instantly pulled away, believing that he had overstepped beyond repair. He rubbed at his face, fingers lingering over his lips as he fumbled over something to say.
“I… you – I’m sorry, (Y/N),” and he looked it too. “I couldn’t get that infernal woman to leave and then you… I didn’t mean to come at you like that.”
(Y/N) had a hand to her chest, chasing the rapid beating of her heart. “Um…” she gulped, “I didn’t mind.”
His head was downturned, but his eyes flew to hers. “Sorry?”
She shook her head, “I didn’t mind.”
He got a wonderous look on his face. And (Y/N) had the sneaking suspicion there was a reason he didn’t fancy going out with the stranger.
Eleventh Doctor
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His mind was reeling, jumping from one scenario to another. It was making his jittery movements more erratic, his fingers dancing about as he saw his thoughts before him.
He was starting to sweat with the anticipation, “By George,” he muttered, “I’m in a right state.”
“Sorry?” (Y/N) asked, lounging near the tardis. It was stuck in a quantum lock by a devious friend of the Doctor’s, one that peevishly sought to jest his companions with silly requests.
The Doctor winced at her words, on the brink of bolting, “I’ve got to do something.” He rubbed his fingertips together, inching towards her like every step was crunching over glass. “And in all my years, it’s comparable to some of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done.”
“Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked, standing to meet him, “You’re a bit jumpy.”
He gave a breathy laugh, “I’m just twitterpated.”
She scrunched her brow, “Okay,” she eyed his nervous gaze.
He licked his lips, “See the problem is I’ve made a deal with the magistrate,” he gestured towards the palace behind them, “And there’s no way we can unlock the tardis without me meeting the terms.”
“Alright,” (Y/N) smiled, “What is he asking you to do?”
“Something I’ve given a great deal of thought to,” he bounced on the balls of his feet, “And my friend finds it appropriate to make it a requirement for our escape.”
“Can I help?”
He laughed again, high and nervous, “Bear with me.” He reached her standing figure, “This isn’t quite how I imagined it, but… right.” He went to cup her face with nimble fingers, fear lining his gaze.
(Y/N) grew worried, reaching to grab his arm, but before she could voice her concern, the Doctor put his lips on hers. Gentle and apprehensive and sweet at first, he pulled away just an inch – only to plant a stronger kiss right after. It was as if he wanted to capture one memorable kiss before the possible rejection that might follow.
He had to pry himself away, stumbling back and ashamedly looking at her as the tardis doors swung open as if on command.
“I’m sorry,” he said, twisting his fingers.
She stared at him with wide eyes, “You daft old man.” His continual look of shame brought a smile to her face, “I would have agreed if you just asked.”
His posture straightened out, surprised, “You… you didn’t mind.”
“Doctor,” she laughed, “I’ve known about your little crush since our first adventure. You’re so terribly obvious.”
He started to smile, “I always thought myself mysterious and debonair.”
“And who was I to crush that confidence.” She went for his hand, “You would have thought he asked you to wipe my memory or send me away with how scared you looked.”
“You happen to be a very scary person.”
“Said no one, ever.”
He shrugged, giddily enjoying his hand in hers, “We’re holding hands.”
She laughed, “Well spotted, Doctor.”
Jack
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They raced down the corridor, blaring red lights illuminating their path. The terrifying sound of dozens of army boots pounded away behind them.
Jack grappled for her hand.
“Just around this corner!” he yelled over the sirens, “There’s gotta be a way out.”
“What if there isn’t?”
“Don’t think like that,” Jack cried, swinging around the corner.
They came face to face with a high security door. It was sealed airtight, powered by an electrical panel.
“Dammit,” Jack ground out, pounding on the metal door, once – twice. “Right.” He tore at the electrical panel, revealing a mess of buzzing wires. A few began sparking as he tugged at them, whipping his hand away at singeing his fingers.
“We don’t have a way to open it,” (Y/N) muttered, feeling her gut sink at the realization that they were trapped with the inevitable chasing after them.
Jack rolled up his sleeves, “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He gave her a wink, “I told you I’d get us out of here – a few wires aren’t going to stop us.”
“But you’ll be electric-“ She was cut off with a scream as Jack reached in and yanked a fistful of wires out of the box.
His teeth clenched, his body seizing as volts of lightning shot through him, effectively stopping his heart. He flew to the ground, singed and smoking, completely still as the life left him.
(Y/N) cried out, falling to her knees, “Jack,” she gasped. “Oh my god, Jack!” She reached for his chest, ignoring how the door unsealed itself, snapping open with a hiss.
“Come on,” she said shakily, placing her fists over his heart and beginning to push down. “I swear to god, Jack, if you die because of opening a bloody door…”
She cupped his face, kissing him gently and blowing air into his lungs. He didn’t stir for another minute, the taste of salty tears on his lips as she began to cry above him.
It was not how she envisioned their first kiss.
“Please,” she begged, “Please, wake up.”
And with an almighty breath, Jack sat up, crying out, “Woah!” He planted his hands on his chest, wincing, “Did you give me CPR?”
(Y/N) had her hands over her mouth, staring at him in horror.
He was touching his lips then, “Were we kissing?” He gave her a raised eyebrow, “And I missed it?”
She smacked him across the arm, “Why are you acting like that? You just died, Jack!”
“Yeah, about that…” he climbed to his feet, “I sort of can’t – you know – die.”
(Y/N) glared at him, “Would’ve been nice to know beforehand.”
He shrugged, giving her that charismatic smile, “I have a flare for the dramatic.” He took a step towards her, “Now, about that kiss.”
“You mean the CPR I was giving you to save your life.”
“Potato, patato,” he grinned, “I think we should do it again sometime.”
She shook her head, unable to contain her smile, “Unbelievable.”
Rory
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They walked as inconspicuously as possible, not wishing to draw the attention of the crowds. Rory had her wrist in his hand, paving the way through the masses. They tried to hide their growing looks of panic, taking short, shallow breaths.
“Do they know we’re here?” (Y/N) asked quietly near his back.
He swallowed, “I hope not.”
“Very reassuring,” she muttered, whipping her eyes around. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
He led her towards the nearest corridor, checking to see if any uniforms were waiting just around the corner. They moved quicker, jogging around to find the exit. It was just another day in the life of adventure with the Doctor.
And what could be more brilliant than getting lost on a foreign planet without any idea where the tardis was.
“Do you hear that?” (Y/N) tugged on Rory’s hand, pausing their steps.
He scrunched his brow, “Reinforcements.” Heavy footfalls seemed to come from all around them. “They must be changing shifts.”
(Y/N) spotted a helmet turning the corner on their left, “Incoming.”
Rory cursed, looking towards the right and seeing the same thing. Soldiers were winding their way through the traveling people.
“What do we do?” (Y/N) whispered, feeling Rory’s fingers fidget against her wrist. “They’re going to spot us for sure.”
Rory looked unsure of himself, pulling (Y/N) towards him, “Do you trust me?”
“What?” She eyed his apprehension, “Of course I trust you.”
He gulped, pressing her flush against him and waiting for the soldiers to be mere feet away. Finally he took a shaky breath and twisted her around, pressing her into the wall behind them. He slammed his lips onto hers, shielding as much of her body with his.
She was hesitant at first but went along with the plan as soon as her shock wore off. She wound her fingers into his hair, keeping him against her mouth. They melded together, hot and heavy against the wall as groups of people wanders past.
It was a lifetime before they pulled apart for some air.
“Well, that was…” (Y/N) started off.
Rory blinked, all in a daze, “Yeah…”
She bit her lip, “I think we’re in the clear.”
“Right, of course,” he cleared his throat. “But when we get back…”
She raised her eyebrows, “Pick up where we left off?”
“Yes, please.”
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doctorcrowleywho · 1 year
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Midnight Dances (10th Doctor x Gn! Reader)
Midnight Dances (10th doctor x gn! reader)  
Word count -   1753  
Warnings - tons of fluff with angst sprinkled in
Pairing(s) - 10th doctor x Gn! Reader
Summary - You show The Doctor a few new moves
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Never travel alone. That was the one piece of advice The Doctor always seemed to get. But, no matter how hard he tried he always lost everyone. Some would call him a hero, others a villain. He would call himself a lost cause, a soul floating alone in the wide universe desperate for a friend. 
He never viewed his past companions in a negative light. For him, they sparkled like diamonds in the Gallifrey suns. Only to be tarnished by the sadness that seemed to wash over him if he sat and thought about them for too long. 
Especially Rose, always Rose. She was one of the special ones. The one that saw him for who he truly was and still choose to stay and even love him. Gods did he truly love her. She was everything to him, and that’s why it pained him so badly to say goodbye and that's why he’d never let something like that happen again. At least not if he could help it. 
The Doctor needed a break, he needed to go somewhere where he wasn’t a walking hazard to everyone around him. Where ever he went trouble always seemed to follow, and he wanted to desperately avoid that this time. He wanted to live up to his name this time around and actually do some good (at least good in his eyes).
So, he sent the Tardis to 14th-century England. The good old renaissance period! He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting when it came to showing up in this period. If anything he’d just walk around watching the humans as they were a little more native during this period, and maybe even eat one of those big turkey legs. He always wondered how humans were able to simply eat a turkeys leg that big. But, that's humans for you - always finding new ways to eat things. 
With a small hum, he parked the Tardis in a discreet corner and trudged around the town square. A tiny shadow of a smile began to tug at his lips as he let his eyes wander around the town. The hustle and bustle of it all warmed his heart. Slowly but surely he spun around trying to get the full effect of everything that was happening around him. 
Sudden music lit up the town as he walked deeper into the heart of the square and everyone seemed to happily join in on the fun. Respectfully he kept his distance from it all. He wanted to watch for now instead of interrupt things. However, that plan was practically destroyed when he saw you.
You were in the center of what looked like to be a dance circle. Spinning, dancing, and clapping to your heart's content. The Doctor felt both his hearts melt at the same time and knew he was truly in for it now.  
Without even realizing it he began to walk closer to the action, or if he was being truthful- closer to you. You were like the warmest bit of sunshine the universe had to offer, and he was freezing to death. The simple sight of you was enough to grip him by his wacky tie and pull him deep down for a wild ride he had no idea he signed up for. 
Whilst you were dancing you couldn’t help the smile that graced your features. You weren’t relatively sought after on any other normal day. Being the daughter of the village's flower seller didn’t come with any amazing dowry. However, when you danced during the festival heads turned. You secretly adored the attention, any person surely would. 
However, this night was different and you couldn’t put your finger quite on why. Until you saw him. The tall handsome stranger that seemed to only have eyes for you. He wore the strangest clothes you had ever seen. But, they seemed to fit him rather well. Your eyes mainly wanted to focus on his deep brown chocolate eyes and the messiest hair you’d ever seen. 
As he seemed to get closer and closer to you, you reached out your hand silently asking for a dance. The whole world seemed to stop as he slowly glanced down at your hand and then back up to your eyes. His right eyebrow rose up almost to ask if you truly meant it. To this, you nodded and noticed the sweetest gentle smile that rose to his lips upon seeing this. 
Even The Doctor, the oncoming storm, couldn’t deny nor fight the spark that rose within him when he finally took your hand in his. Excitedly, you practically dragged him into the center and let the music move your feet. Both of The Doctor’s heart’s raced against his chest as you lead him in a semi-traditional dance. His eyes were glued to your feet desperately trying to save you from the pain of him accidentally stepping on you. 
You, however, would not settle for this. Gently you stopped and took his chin in your fingers lifting his head up to meet yours again. With the warmest smile on your face you took one of his hands and guided it to your waist, and helped the other up with your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, which seemed to make the entire universe halt to a standstill. 
“Ready?” He said taking the biggest breath his lungs could manage.
“Always,” you replied with an eager grin on your face.
“Well in that case,” he paused for dramatic effect (time lords were drama kings but you knew this already) “, ALLONS-Y!” He cheered along with the crowd.
This was when he truly let loose, showing you exactly what he was made of. Each giggle that escaped your lips only pushed him further as he skipped with you throughout the dance circle. Lifting you high into the air, you practically felt like you were flying. When he did bring you back to earth, you could feel yourself slowly fall in love. You two spun and twirled, and he even managed a few dips in there. 
“And here I thought you weren't a dancer!” You giggled as he spun you in a lift, that giggle being music to his ears. 
“Well, you know what they say…. You have dancing shoes with nimble shoes. I have a soul of lead.” he spoke fast trying to brush over the fact that what he said hit too close to home, and that he just ripped off a future playwright.
The evening seemed to fly by with the brightest colors. You and The Doctor were stuck to each other like paper and glue, and neither of you wanted to leave the other's sight. You showed him everything your small English town had to offer, and he even got to impress you by buying you whatever you wanted from the local vendors.  
“Wait so you’re saying you’ve never had a turkey leg?” You over dramatically gasped as you stared at him with wide eyes. In which he swore he could see stars.
“Yep!” he said popping the ‘p’ “What is that so hard to believe?” He raised an eyebrow trying to keep a serious expression. But, that was proven impossible by what happened next.
You shoved a turkey leg into his hands as you looked up expectantly. “Yes it is, try it!” You sassed not leaving him any room to question you. Well here went nothing. The things people (and timelords) did when falling in love right? Closing his eyes he bit into it, and surprisingly it wasn’t…the worst. In fact, it was far from it. “Oh my goodness this is brilliant! What legs will you humans think of eating next?” he chuckled shaking his head as he prepared himself for another bite.
There you stood utterly bewildered by the fact that this man in front of you could look at life with as much excitement and joy as you did. But, perhaps that’s because he called you lot humans instead something…..normal. Which, should have worried you more than it did. Maybe all you needed was a man from the stars to truly understand you, to whisk you away to far-off places, and help you never return again. But, that was just wishful thinking. 
As the night came to a close you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the fact that you might never see this handsome stranger ever again. But, perhaps that’s all you were ever meant to be. Just two passing ships in the night.  
You two walked aimlessly back to the center of town where it all began, and The Doctor paused for a brief moment. Thinking that what he was going to say next he might regret in the future, but he had to let his hearts try. At least one last time. 
“So, listen tonight was great…fantastic even and I was-”
“Doctor listen if you’re trying to let me down easy, just tell me I’m used to it by now.” you cut him off nervously and his eyes widened. 
“What no! I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my erm…box I’d love to show you something.” Once that sentence left his lips he inwardly cringed, that never EVER came out right. 
Your face scrunched up hearing this “Show me something….in your box?” you asked awkwardly. So, he was crazy. Leave it to you to fall in love with the crazy visitor. 
“It’s about as weird as it sounds, but trust me it’ll blow-oh just come with me.” he huffed taking your hand in his once more and tugging you towards his Tardis. 
Jokingly, you rolled your eyes finding it hard to keep up with him at times. “Well, Allons-y then.” you teased repeating him from earlier that night. 
Upon seeing the strange blue box your suspicions were only raised. At least he wasn’t lying about the box part. Your eyes flicked back and forth between The Doctor and the box. A soft grin lay on his face as he opened the door. 
“Please you first,” he said holding the door wide open for you. 
Sighing, you swallowed your courage and walked into The Doctor’s box not even slightly prepared for what you were about to see. 
Your eyes widened as you danced around the center console room trying to grasp what exactly was happening. 
What fell out of your lips was The Doctors absolute favorite part of gaining a new companion. “It’s bigger on the inside!” you gasped. 
The Doctor smiled.
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Request by @jaziona92
How about a TenxFem!Reader where Rose gets her heart shattered because Ten has found his long lost Wife who used the Chameleon Arch and fled the Time War? (The only reason he knows it's her is because she still has the same face she last had with him?)
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Lost and found
Warnings: none!
She’s been running, but not from anything, but to find her husband. Y/n would run into possible danger in hopes to find him, but had no luck. She also could barely get to any danger, which was odd since she was the second remaining Time Lord
Y/n should be happy that danger isn’t chasing after her, but then again, how’s she gonna find her lover? She sighs as she sits outside of her Tardis; scanning the crowd of current London (not 2023 London). She had hoped that maybe she’d spot him, but she knew his face had probably changed by now
Y/n felt like an awful wife for not knowing what he currently looked like. She also knew very well that he survived the time war as well. Her husband was always so determined to escape sticky situations. Rose was currently in The Doctor’s Tardis
He was taking her back home for the holidays. Once the two landed, she goes out of the Tardis. There stood another Tardis, which makes Rose confused. The Doctor steps out now, and was surprised as well
“We did land in the correct universe, right?” Rose asked him as the door opens to reveal Y/n. The Doctor stood there in shock, and she was shocked as well. “I’ve found you” the two said at the same time
“I’m sorry, but who exactly are you?” Rose asked her as tears started to leave Y/n’s eyes. “I’m his wife” she says as he walks closer towards her. Once The Doctor stood in front of his wife, he hugs her. “You’re married? Why didn’t you say something about that?”
“I did” he says as he continues to hug his wife. “No you haven’t! Stop lying!” Rose begins to raise her voice, which makes Y/n stop hugging him. He didn’t want to let go though, since he thought if he would let go, she’d disappear
Rose was tearing up, which makes him look at her. “This isn’t fair!” Rose adds as Y/n looks at her husband. He finally stops hugging her, which makes her walk up towards Rose. “You’ve must’ve been through so much together…” Rose starts as Y/n hugs her
Rose was shocked that Y/n would hug her after what seemed like somewhat nasty comments to Rose. “Jealousy isn’t worth putting all your energy on. Exploring the stars is. Also when else are you gonna get these kind of opportunities? Also me and The Doctor have only gone through so much because I’m also a Time Lord” Rose smiles now, since she wonders what the inside of their Tardis looks like
“Can I see the inside of your Tardis?” Y/n smiles now. “Of course!” Y/n stops hugging her, and then goes over to the entrance of her Tardis. The Doctor smiles as Y/n opens the door. “Oh my god…” Rose starts as she held the door open for Rose
Rose enters, and so does The Doctor. Before The Doctor went in completely, she steals a kiss from him. When the two pulled apart, his smile brightens. “I missed you. I never thought I’d find you” he said, which made her realize why it was impossible to find him all these years
“I was trying to find you! No wonder why we couldn’t find each other!” He went ‘ah’, and then kisses her again. Rose was just staring at her Tardis in shock at how similar it was to his. “This looks a lot like The Doctor’s Tardis” Rose says as she looks at the two
Rose instead of getting mad, was happy at the couple being reunited again. Y/n had to pull apart for air after the two made out. “You guy’s are so cute together” Rose said as the two looked at her. “Thanks. I chose a good one” The Doctor says
“I agree” Rose says, which makes Y/n smile.
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strawwritesfic · 1 year
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The Tenth Doctor x Companion!Reader: Kiss
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Summary: You can only hope he’ll give you more credit in the future...and maybe more kisses, too.
Rating/Tags: All (Post-Rose; Human!Reader; Mechanic!Reader)
Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.
Tag List: @imaginesfire​
Notes: Hey! I only saw Doctors 9 and 10, and the latter I stopped watching after Martha left due to becoming a busy college student who wanted to spend most of her time sleeping and watching anime with her friends. Thus A) This is probably not all that accurate and B) Please don’t send requests for more Doctor Who-related things, because I haven’t watched a single episode since, like, 2010, and I’m not likely to start again now. 
Kiss
Would it be cliché of you to remark that, when you decided to run away from your Podunk town hand in hand with a who-knew-how-powerful alien, you had not expected so much running? Yes. Yes, it would. Besides that, the Doctor had made it pretty clear just how in shape you needed to be on that first little adventure of yours back on Earth. What you had not expected, even after several weeks, months, years (you weren’t really sure how long it had been), was that the save of the day would once rely on your running.
“Get back to the TARDIS!” the Doctor snapped, when you’d spun about to help him.
The entire venture had been your idea–a mechanical planet? Well, it turned out to be more a planet inhabited by mechanical beings, a bit like Cars, but not ridiculous–and that seemed to rankle him more than usual. You stood, blinking at him, until the ground began to shake underneath your feet. The Doctor gestured wildly for you to run off.
“You’ve got a better chance of getting it going in this mess than I do," he said. "Go!”
You knew better than to ignore a direct order. The Doctor had reminded you only that morning that failure to obey him would land you right back home working endless hours at the body shop with no hope of bigger and brighter things ahead. Still, the thought that you could fix the TARDIS was laughable, and you figured that the Doctor only wanted you out of the way long enough to prevent you from getting crushed.
Sure enough, the only problem was that the Doctor had left the emergency brake on. Again. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out (unless said genius hadn’t spent enough time reading the manual to decipher the mess of wires and handles). You wrenched the brake into the off position with your heart hammering. Twisting back around toward the doors, you expected him to come sprinting in to start the process of leaving. 
All you got for your efforts was another massive explosion that rocked the floor so hard you nearly shoved the emergency brake back on.
From the sound of things, the fight outside wasn’t going well. You were far enough away that you couldn’t hear the Doctor, but the metallic screech of what was after him sounded off every few seconds. 
What if he didn’t come back?
Oh, the Doctor would come back. You didn’t have to fret over not having someone getting inside to get you off this planet and back to the relative safety of the void of time. But it might not be the Doctor that you were used to–the one that told you time and time again that his regenerations were like death. 
“Sure, my memories will still be there,” he would say when the silences between you got too long, “but they’ll be inside some other man’s head.”
What if that other man didn’t want you coming along? Worse still, what if you didn’t get along with him? What if he stuck you back on Earth without so much as a goodbye?
Even as such frantic thoughts bounced around your head, you cast about the TARDIS’s interior for something you could use to help. You were just a run-of-the-mill human, nothing that could take on the gigantic Transformers-esque beasts outside! 
Then you saw it: the damaging beam weapon you’d thrown together a few days ago from parts lying around the place.
“No,” the Doctor had said firmly, wrenching the enormous bazooka-like item from your grasp. When you tried to protest, he’d scowled. “Too much like a gun! I didn’t bring you along to weaponize my ship.”
But he hadn’t turned it into scrap yet, and, given how busy things had been since, probably hadn’t had time to disable it either. You grabbed the object without a second thought and burst out of the TARDIS while still struggling to heft your “gun” into place.
Outside, the noise was nearly deafening. The fight was closer now, too. You vaguely thought you remembered this whole thing beginning when the robot-alien-things (you had a mind for figures and parts, not names and species) decided the TARDIS probably had parts that could help the planet’s inhabitants along with their invasions, but you didn’t know for sure. 
The large figure continued to stampede, shaking the ground tremendously; the Doctor darted about, stabbing the air with his screwdriver to no discernible affect. As you watched, the creature made a grab for the Doctor that had him stumbling backward. It was time for you to act or resign yourself to whatever regeneration came next. 
You chose the former. Without even knowing if you were in a range close enough to do any damage, you yanked the trigger and kept running forward.
A massive white blast erupted from the other end. Did it do anything? You had no way of knowing. The kickback was much more than you expected; it sent you not only backwards, but up. 
What went up, must therefore come back down. Your back collided against the planet’s rocky surface, knocking all the wind from your lungs. You lay there gasping for breath and staring up at the red sky, hoping that you’d managed to take the alien out and not your road trip buddy. The fact that you could no longer hear the grinding and explosions from before was somewhat heartening, but you could also just have lost your hearing in your fall.
Then the Doctor appeared right above you, frowning one of his angriest frowns. You’d seen it thrown at no small number of beings that got too big for their britches, but never at you. 
You didn’t care. He was okay and himself, as far as you could tell.
Without waiting for you to speak, he grabbed your hand and yanked you to your feet. You lost no time in grabbing him in a hug and burying your face in his chest. He did not return the gesture, but also did not shove you away.
“I told you to go to the TARDIS,” he said.
“I did! And I ‘fixed’ things. But you didn't come back, and I was so worried!”
“I regenerate!” He pointed out waspishly. “You won’t!”
At last, he pushed you an arm’s length away. Still frowning, he looked you up and down. Your face stung from several small scrapes, and your back felt terribly bruised. You tried not to let that show, however; you would hate it if the Doctor decided to abandon you back on Earth because you were unfit for further adventures. 
Unfortunately, whatever he saw there, he wasn’t pleased.
“[Name], I told you just this morning when you asked if we could come here that you had better do everything I say unless you wanted to go back home. You have directly disobeyed my orders and put both of us and the TARDIS in danger!”
He continued to go on, spouting off a list annoyances so fast that you could hardly understand them. You weren’t trying to anyway. Your relief was still too strong. The fact that it was still your familiar Doctor standing in front of you and reaming you out was worth every bit of his frustration–not to mention that you felt a certain amount of satisfaction over being the rescuer yourself for once. As the Doctor’s tirade went on, you stood on your tiptoes, pressed his cheeks between your palms, and brought his face down for a kiss, right on the lips.
When you pulled away, you were panting nearly as hard as you had been after being knocked to the ground. The Doctor looked no less out of breath, though he recovered much more quickly to give you a look of utmost incredulity.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. “You can’t kiss me while I’m lecturing you! You could have died, and–”
“And I didn’t!” you said all in a rush. Your elation was starting to break through your anxiety. You could almost have danced, you were so happy with the situation, the Doctor, and yourself.
After a moment of staring at you as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, the Doctor cracked a smile. More than that: A second later, he let out a whoop of laughter. “And you didn’t!” He grabbed both your hands and leaped once into the air. “We did it!”
“We did it!” you crowed. Both of you were still alive! The TARDIS was fine! The Doctor was the same one that you’d seen that morning over breakfast!
And he felt it too, even if he didn’t admit so with words. He kept his hand around one of your and led you back to the ship. You hummed as if to pretend that you weren’t there to interrupt the mood, but the Doctor refused to play along. He hummed, too, and every so often he would lean down and kiss the top of your head.
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tenthcrowley · 8 months
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Show: Doctor Who.
Character: Tenth Doctor.
Reader: GN reader / gender not specified.
Summary: In Chapter One, you meet the Doctor, he was quite confused about you being so excited about everything. How did you know things about him? (Just added, lol I'm sorry I forgot)
Chapters: 1/?
The Prologue . Chapter two. Chapter Three.
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Chapter One
He was alone at the TARDIS. Just him and the pure silence that's slowly killing him. His gaze went through the whole empty ship. He misses Rose. So, so much. He knew the TARDIS also misses her. They needed her laugh, her smile, her voice.
"Well! What do we say about another trip, ay?" He walks up to the controls, faking a big smile and ignoring his watered eyes. The Doctor began to set up coordinates, not sure when and where to go, just go.
"Ready?" He whispers before pulling a lever, feeling how the TARDIS starts flying. He sits on the floor, hugging his own legs and staring at a wall.
That's his whole life. He travels, he finds a travel-partner, after a while he losts them or leave them and keeps travelling. And the cicle repeats.
"You know? I just wish someday I can find someone inmortal, as me. Another Time Lord." Keeps talking to, well, the TARDIS, but clearly does not get an answer.
Suddenly, the TARDIS starts shaking and malfunctioning, making the Doctor to grab himself from the button controller. Quickly standing up to see what's wrong and how to fix it.
"Come on! You listen to me! What are you doing?!" The panel control has lot the coordinate, it wasn't even functioning anymore, nothing he did was working. So The Doctor managed to stop it by himself, finally to fly all over the ship and get pushed to a wall. "Ouch." Came out of his mouth.
Where has he landed?
He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and saw a guy, maybe a human. This person was looking at him like if he is some kind of a ghost.
"Uh, hello." The Doctor greeted with a big smile, closing the door of the TARDIS after he stepped out of it. "So! Where are we?" The brunette alien-man walked around what seemed to be a tiny little house. Wrong. He saw a balcony. It was a flat then. "Lovely flat!" He walks towards a window and looks outside. "I'm guessing... 2011? 2013? It's way basic technology." He whispers to himself and turns to the strange guy again.
You were completly shocked, to be honest. You couldn't believe it. Maybe you got high somehow? But with what? Maybe you were dreaming. You couldn't be THAT passioned with fake scenarios. This was just... impossible.
"Who are you?" Is the only thing that could go out of your mouth. Out of all things you were thinking, 'Who are you?' apparently was the best option. You know who he is, but it can't be.
"Oh. My manners! Of course" He quickly walks up to you. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his big coat. ", I'm The Doctor." Says with a grin.
You chuckled. "No, you're not."
He looked confused.
"What do you mean? Of course I am!" He sounded offended by your denial.
You are still looking at him. How? He obviously is The Doctor. You weren't making this up, you make the characters say and do whatever you want. But you're not doing this, you can't even think, to be honest.
"You can't" You gasped, taking a step back.
"What? Why?" He frowns, looking at you from the bottom to the top. "Who are you? Where are we?" He runs and opnes the balcony door to step out.
You follow him behind. "I-It's 2023. W-We are in Argentina." You say looking at him, frowning, still can't believe it.
He looks more relaxed now, even smiles. "Oh! Great! Then I travelled to the future. Meh! Nothing new." He leaves the balcony and goes to the TARDIS, and stroke it a bit. "What happened to you?" Whispers.
You follow him behind, again. Still can't believing what your eyes are seeing.
"Oh, I must be dreaming!" You smile, now excited. "This is the most realistic dream I've ever had!" You jump, watching him as he looks at you very confused and a little scared.
"What?"
"You look so real!" You walk up to him and put a hand on his cheek, smiling as you watch his face in detail.
"Who are you? Believe me, this is not a dream." He takes a step back, looking around.
You keep smiling, walking up to the TARDIS and enter with the Doctor following you behind.
"Just as in the show!" You say excited, looking the ship carefully without touching a thing. But of course, you're human, you're curious and instinctively push yourself towards something that may be dangerous.
"Stop right there!" He grabs your arm when you're about to touch something. "Who are you? Why are you acting like this? Do you know who I am? What 'show'?" You look up to him. He's frowning, only confusion and mistrustfulness in his eyes.
Why is he acting like this?
"I'm (Y/N). I'm excited because I have never had a dream so... vivid. I know who you are, you are The Tenth Doctor! 'Doctor Who'!" You let go and walk out the TARDIS.
The Doctor is even more confused now and he follows you. "Why are you keep talking about a dream?" He asks.
You look at him, now your smile is gone changed by confussion. Why is The Doctor having such a concience mind in your mind? You are supposed to be controlling him.
"Because this can't be real. I'm dreaming, it's the only way to explain this." You said in a obvious tone. You're trying to think it's not ridiculous explaining something you already know to a character you are controlling, basically yourself.
He stays silence and looks around, again. His typical look when he's analyzing stuff. He's frowning and the inly thing you do is just stare at him.
"Unless you aren't." He murmurs.
"What?" He walks up to you very sudden, making you take a step back.
"Tell me how do you know about me. What do you mean with 'Tenth Doctor'?"
"W-why?"
"Just tell me!"
"Fine!" You scream back at him and sigh. You are nervous, but just don't know why. "You are the Tenth Doctor. Because you're the tenth regeneration, I've only watched the re-make but I saw it on the website so-"
"What website?"
"Doctor Who Argentina"
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writersblockedx · 1 year
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All Consuming: Chapter Two
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Chapter Two: Security
Pairing - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n officially meets the Doctor - under circumstances she wishes she could change. Warnings - Mentions of violence and death, Mentions of sick, heights? Words - 1.5K
⇦ Pervious Chapter  // Next Chapter ➪ MASTERLIST // Series Masterlist 
Y/n should have known that jumping into a police box (which certainly wasn't just a police box), with a strange man who called himself The Doctor was a bad idea. But, frankly, a bad idea was better than her lack of ideas. Had she not taken his hand, had that offer not been there, she's sure them pilot fish would have taken her hostage, possibly killed her if that's what their plan was.
So she found that gripping onto the barriers of the TARDIS was much less daunting than the hostage situation she would have other wise faced. When they finally stopped, Y/n found the time to catch her breath. "Ah," Hummed The Doctor from the other side of the controls. He was swift and steady in his movements as he checked the controls.
Y/n on the other hand was stumbling and fighting off the sickly turning which resided in her stomach. "You don't have a bucket do you?" She queried, pulling herself around the room.
His brows knitted, leaning back to catch her gaze, "What? Why would you want a bucket?"
"To throw up in!" She yelled back through her anger. Y/n knew the man in front of her was strange, but he didn't strike her as stupid.
In a snap, he pointed his finger at her, taking her back. "Don't you dare throw up in my TARDIS!" The finger tip which lingered over her suggested a threat. Another threat of which Y/n did not have the energy to deal with.
"Oh well maybe you should fly it better than next time!" She snapped back at him without even realizing it. It had been a long day and she wasn't used to running from otherworldly creatures like the Doctor might. At least, that's what she was blaming her frustration on.
From there the girl wandered towards the exit of this...police box, or TARDIS as the Doctor called it. "I can't believe that we were-"
"You might not want to do that!" The Doctor warned, but Y/n's hands were already reaching for the door handles, already opening them.
She felt her breath cut short as she faced the city of London, miles and miles up above, looking down on it from the clouds. Y/n felt as if she might have slipped from the safety of the TARDIS had it not been for the Doctor gripping one hand around her waist and pulling her backwards. A hand of which lingered. "I told you."
She glanced up at him, "Where are we?" Her voice was low like it was unsure it even wanted to ask such a question.
"London...around 30,000 feet above." She didn't want to believe him, but as she looked back, the houses and the buildings so minute, she had no choice but to. "We just need to stay here for a little while until the pilot fish give up. Then it'll be safe enough to go back now."
"Safe enough?" She reiterated back to him, still caught between his hold and the 30,000 feet drop. "Doesn't sound so safe."
He simply shrugged, "Guess you'll just have to trust me."
"I barely know you."
He swung her around, shutting the door with his free hand before finally letting her go. Even if she didn't know him, even if he was just some strange man on the street, even if he was just the doctor to her, she was safe. Well, safe enough and only safe for now.
Y/n started walking back towards the centre of the room, running through her serval rushing thoughts. It was as if they were barricaded before while she was running for her life, but now, as she stood with the time to think, it was as if them thoughts were suffocating her. "You said you were the doctor, right?" She turned back around to face him, finding that his gaze was already transfixed on her.
He nodded, following towards her, "Nice of you to remember." His hands were shuffling through his pockets, retrieving the machine that beeped. "Do you mind?" He gestured to the girl who gave no indication of acceptance.
Instead, Y/n bypassed his question, and he took that as a yes. "And exactly what type of doctor? Medical? Psychiatric?" The machine's beeping got more excessive the closer it got to her. It's red light blinked frantically and had Y/n had any idea as to what said beeping and blinking meant, she might have paid more attention to it.
"Just the Doctor." He answered her.
Y/n turned, much to the Doctor's annoyance as the beeping slowed and suddenly he could no longer get an accurate reading. "And this," She said to herself as she scanned the TARDIS another time. "How do you even-" She spun, doe-eyed and wondering. "Who do you work for exactly? Torchwood? MI5?" Suddenly, questions flooded in. "Are you some sort of spy? Is that what The Doctor is? Is it a code name?"
"I work for a private company." He told her before any more questions could come spitting out. "And you really should know that's not the problem here." He went on, taking a few steps closer to her, the frantic beeps returning. "This is the part where you ask what the real problem is."
Y/n wasn't so certain, her brows knitted in confusion, "What is the real problem?"
"That this," He shook the machine in front of her face, "Won't stop bloody beeping around you!" And then he swung the machine, letting it fly through the air until it hit a back wall, causing it to buzz, break and, sure enough, stop bloody beeping. "That thing measures energy, and you, Y/n sure do have a lot in you."
She halted, her head tilted. She was quiet as The Doctor walked passed her, towards the main control panels. "How do you know my name?"
His fingers were busy tapping against several buttons, stopping as the question hit him. He glanced to her over the controls, finding her pupils filled with a daunting sense. "Because I've been tracking you, Y/n Y/l/n."
"So you are a spy!" She argued.
He shook his head and returned to his several buttons, "No, still the Doctor." He said. "You know, you really are not the smartest person to say you are one of the most powerful things in this universe right now."
That daunt returned. "What does that mean?"
He started walking around from the controls, slowly heading back towards the girl. "It means that you're harbouring enough energy to power planets, to power a whole solar system." He informed, with every word, building onto them suffocating thoughts Y/n couldn't stop.
"How is that possible?" Her speech came out in a whisper, drooling in the terror which was growing on her.
"It's not." That was the short answer. "This energy, whatever it is, should have ripped you into two like shredding paper."
"That's a great image in my head, thanks for that." She quipped.
The Doctor tilted his head and flashed a grin, "Oh, you're welcome." Then he paused and, just as quickly as they had left it, they entered back into the terror of what resided in the girl. "It's why the Pilot Fish were after you. Just like that blinking light of mine," He pointed towards the back wall where said machinery had been thrown, "They have something which tracks energy and power like yours. They could use that energy to power their planet, not to mention they as a species would become just as powerful." He went on. "Its hard to say how many other species have found out about you, or how many are already on their way."
Y/n was lost. She was lost in a sea of Pilot Fish, of solar systems and the things which extended past Earth. "You're saying there might be more?" She questioned.
The Doctor shifted, catching onto the freight which was pooling in the girl's eyes. "I'm saying that if the Pilot Fish found you, then we should assume that others can."
"Are they going to kill me?"
The Doctor's lips faulted into a frown and he couldn't help but reach out to her shaking hands, cupping the into his own as if to shield them from what was to come. "They will try." At least he was being honest. "I will do everything I can to keep you safe." A promise of which even he knew he might not be able to keep.
"Safe enough, right?" She reiterated back to him.
He nodded, "Safe enough."
It had pained them both to say that. Because, no matter how many feet in the air the TARDIS was, there was no assurance that they would be safe. There was no security that protected Y/n from aliens and creatures which planned to take what she hadn't asked for. Maybe the Doctor would do everything he could to keep her so safe, but they were on the run and it just so happened that every other species in the universe was hunting them.
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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months
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Need A Ride? (Doctor Who One-Shot)
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Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
Summary: You’d fucked him many times, of course, but never like this. Never on top. 
CW: sub!Ten, dom!Reader, smut (gn)
Doctor Who Tag List: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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If there was one thing you loved about the Doctors cock, it was how long it was. He wasn’t the thickest, but he was longer than the other guys you’d been with. His cock sort of leaned to the side when it was hard. It was cute, honestly.
“F-fuck, Doctor-” you breathed, eyes clenched shut as you slowly started to sink on top of him. You could feel the Doctor’s fingers flexing on your hips, trying not to drag you down onto him faster than you were ready for it. You’d fucked him many times, of course, but never like this. Never on top. 
“Oh-hoh,” the Doctor all but whimpered, nails digging crescent moons into the flesh of your hips. “Oh, love, you feel- you feel amazing.” 
You grinned, rocking your hips and sinking down a little further. Then a little more, and then finally, finally, you were seated fully on top of him. Your mouth sat ajar as you acclimated to the feeling of his dick so far inside you it was already rubbing at one of those spots that made your core tighten. 
You experimentally rolled your hips, one hand pressed on the Doctor’s tummy for balance and support. You moaned loudly, and the Doctor’s cock twitched at the obscene sound. 
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” You giggled, rolling your hips again. The Doctor’s brows pulled inwards as the pleasure built. You may have spent a good half hour teasing him until he was begging you to fuck him. Poor thing was desperate. He wouldn’t last long, but that was fine.
“Aw, poor baby wants to cum, huh?” You asked, leaning back and propping yourself up on his thighs. The Doctor whimpered, head tilting back and exposing that pretty neck for you. God, you wanted to take a bite out of that throat. Maybe you would later. You’re pretty sure the Doctor would go nuts for that.
“Y-yeah,” he gasped out, trying to fuck up into you but failing miserably. You chuckled and began to rock against him, angling yourself so that every thrust had him rubbing the best spots inside you. There was nothing quite like a good fuck to calm the nerves, was there?
You used the Doctor, fucking yourself on him over and over, chasing your pleasure. He gripped at your hips and whined for the most part. Poor thing wanted to cum, but wouldn’t until you let him. He was good like that, always doing whatever he could to please you. So good for you. 
At some point, the Doctor worked his fingers across your hips and lower tummy, fingers reaching their destination there. He worked at you to bring you closer and closer to the edge, and when you finally came, clenching tight around him and moaning yourself hoarse, he worked you through that, too, though he found his hand jerking as he tried not to cum himself.
You fucked yourself on him further, moving to lean forward again and put your all into it, clenching down with every rock of your hips. The Doctor yelped when you tweaked one of his nipples, and his jerking leg told you that he was very, very close. 
“Cum for me, darling,” you said lowly, eyes lidded with exertion. “Cum for me, right now.” 
The Doctor whined, lips parting as he panted beneath you.
 
“Y-yes, fuck,” he whined as he finally let go, ropes of pearly cum coating your insides. His hands wrapped around your hips once again and gripped you tight enough to bruise as he thrusted up inside you jerkily and desperately, working his high out from you like a man possessed. 
You moaned at the overstimulation. 
“Oh, there you go. That’s it. Fuck me, darling. Use me.” 
The Doctor’s eyes screwed shut tighter as he fought to keep fucking you. He was desperate for the friction, desperate for more, but the overstimulation was starting to become too much for him. He whimpered loudly, and you shushed him gently, pressing your hips down onto him so he couldn’t jerk into you anymore. 
His cock twitched madly inside you, the last beads of cum painting themselves inside. 
“It’s alright, we can go again later, yeah?” You said, cupping his cheek. The Doctor nodded. 
“P-please,” he whined. This was the least you’d ever seen him speak. You must have fucked the rambling out of him. 
“Of course, honey.”
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specialagentlokitty · 8 months
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10th doctor x reader - the stars in your eyes
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Part 4:
You finally managed to find the doctor, and you burst into the room to find him on the ground, a human stood over him and the trail led to the human.
“Well isn’t this a surprise.” She mused.
She turned around and looked at you, and you both had a stare down for a quiet moment.
“Impossible…”
You glanced at the doctor and you walked over to him, crouching down above his head, and you touched his face.
You sat down and pulled his head into your lap, placing your hand on his chest.
“You’re… no…” she whispered.
“You killed him…”
“Don’t hurt me…”
You raised your hand, sealing over the door, creating a direct portal into a black hole.
“I don’t kill people like you, but they’re coming this way. I don’t have long and I want answers.”
The alien quickly nodded her head in fear.
“Why didn’t they kill me?”
“Nothing will, if there’s one thing the whole universe is terrified off, it’s the child of the universe, anyone smart enough your realise that they stand no chance against you.”
You narrowed your eyes a little bit, and took your glasses off.
You looked at the doctor, and you placed both your hands over his hearts, putting the energy from him back into them.
Then you looked up.
“How does everyone know of me but him?”
“There’s stories, legends, but nobody really believed you existed. Every planet will have its myths, including earth.”
“What else?”
You looked towards the doorway and removed your barrier, and turned back to her.
“Get me out of here I’ll tell you everything.”
“Not happening, they’re already here.”
You turned your attention to the doctor, and you sighed as you saw the stardust returning to his body, but you still couldn’t feel his hearts beating.
“Doctor!”
You snapped your eyes up and looked at the woman in front of you and she fell backward in shock.
“Duel hearts.” Was all you said.
You jumped up and put your glasses back on and began to looked around as the aliens left.
Oxygen was going to run out, and the machine behind you was still running.
“Don’t tell anyone about my eyes.” You warned.
You ran into the next room, carefully looking at the wires and your hands trembled as you tried to make them out and you couldn’t.
One wrong move and everything was gone, but you couldn’t make out the wires.
You couldn’t make out physical objects, and as your hands touched both of them you realised there was no way to tell the difference.
With trembling hands, you slowly reached out and picked on up, holding it between your hands.
Either you would disable the whole thing, or you’d blow everything up.
You went to pulled them apart when someone next to you yanked the other one apart and took the other from your hands.
“Are you insane?!” He whisper yelled.
You clenched your jaw a little bit, and you heard struggles for breath, so you jumped up, completely ignoring the doctor.
“Martha!”
He stumbled to her side and picked her up, and you held the doors for him as you both tried to find oxygen.
Though you didn’t need it, you were pretending that you did, but you found you had no issue breathing at all.
Finally the hospital was returned, and you left through a side door to avoid all the press and people outside, and in the way you lost the doctor.
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, he sounded pretty angry with you.
You sighed, and stuffed your hands in your pockets, and you sat down opposite the hospital.
“What’s wrong with your eyes?”
You snapped your head to the side and watched carefully as the woman sat down, then you turned away and rested your head in your arms.
“It’s rude to just walk up to people and ask that, I don’t even know your name.”
“Sorry, I’m Martha, I take it you’re (Y/N)?”
“How’d you know?”
Martha sighed a little.
“The doctors looking for you and he seems real angry, is this about your eyes?”
You nodded.
“In a way yes. He doesn’t know, and you can never, ever tell him Martha. But yes, it’s related to my eyes.”
“What is it?”
You glanced around, noticing that you two were the only two in the area, and you looked at her.
“In a way I’m blind, I can’t see what you see. I can’t distinguish objects or people, for the most part I’ve learned how to deal with it. But sometimes I can’t figure out what’s what.” You explained.
“I’m a doctor in training, I can take a look if you want?”
You laughed bitterly and shook your head.
“It’s not something you can fix, it’s pretty self explanatory actually. But go ahead, take a good look.”
You reached up and took your glasses off, your eyes boring into hers and Martha slowly lowered the little torch in her hand.
She was captivated immediately by them, and the ever changing patterns, the deep colour.
“So you can’t see at all?” She asked.
“I can see somewhat but what I see isn’t what you see, I don’t see shapes or objects or people. I see what makes them, stardust, everything is made of stardust, that’s what I see, but I can’t make these things out.”
“I get it, so you’re blind, you have no sight. Did you ever see?”
“I used to, when I was little.”
You put your glasses back on and turned away from her.
“You can’t tell the doctor Martha, or anyone. I only told you because you saw.”
“What are you…?”
“One of a kind.”
“Are you an alien?”
“Not exactly.”
“I’m not an alien, I’m not human either.”
You titled your head back to start at the sky.
“They call me the child of the universe.”
“I suppose myths can be true.”
“What?”
You snapped your head to Martha.
“Every culture, all through earths history there’s been stories pass in about the child of the universe. About you.”
“You have to help me research all of them.”
“There’s hundreds of thousands, all in different languages.”
“Travel with the doctor, the TARDIS translates all languages. Please Martha, I know you want to travel with him anyways.”
She laughed a little.
“I think you should talk to him though.”
Martha went quiet and you took a small breath as you got up to wordlessly follow the doctor to the TARDIS, and Martha followed after you.
“You could’ve killed everyone!” The doctor snapped.
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t see!” You snapped back.
“Did you even think about what you were doing?! Did you just grab a random set of wires and decide that’s good enough!”
“Sorry forgive me for not being able to see.” You mocked.
“What does that even mean?! I could see it!”
“Doctor…” Martha mumbled.
He glanced at her then back to you.
“Well?!”
You clenched your jaw a bit.
“Don’t tell at me doctor, you’re not all that good yourself.”
“Don’t turn this on me, that was a close call!”
“We all have close calls!”
“And you’re a nearly got people killed!”
“I was trying to help you!”
“You shouldn’t have touched anything at all!”
“You were dead doctor, what the hell was I supposed to do let it blow?! At least I tried!”
“Instead of guess you should’ve looked at it! Did you even look at anything in that room?!”
“No doctor because my damn eyes don’t work! I’m sorry I fucked up it won’t happen again!”
“You’re right it won’t! You’re not leaving my side next time!”
You scoffed, he seemed to completely skip the first part of your sentence.
“No it won’t happen again because I’m leaving!”
You slammed your hand against the railing and spun around, fed up of being scolded like a child.
You stormed out of the TARDIS.
“Doctor!”
“Martha!”
The doctor turned to her.
“She’s blind.”
The doctors face went from angry to shocked in a split second.
“W..what..?”
“(Y/N)s blind doctor, I checked.”
“No… she can get around…”
“Blind people can adjust just like anyone else can.”
The doctor glanced at the door then back to Martha.
“She’s blind?”
“She was upset about what happened, she tried to help she really did. She’s the one who kept your hearts beating until I got there.”
All his anger faded away, and he was filled with regret.
“Will you wait here?”
“Of course, try where we were sitting.” Martha smiled.
The doctor ran out of the TARDIS to look for you.
He went back to where you were sat but you weren’t there, and he looked around, catching the glimpse of you walking around a corner.
So he ran after you.
“(Y/N)!”
He ran around the corner and you stopped, and he walked over, walking around you and he stood in front of you.
“You’re blind…?” He whispered.
You said nothing and you walked around him, and he reached out gently grasping your wrist.
“Wait, don’t go yet please? Can we talk?”
“Fine, but at least someone privet.”
The doctor agreed and took you back to the TARDIS.
He had some questions for you, and he needed to apologise for loosing his temper as well and hopefully you would decide to stay
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I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are: Maybe where the 10th doctor is in love with y/n but doesn’t realize it like the schtupid lil nerd he is, and Donna has to break it to him. With this new realization, his brain short-circuits and he has no idea how to act or what to say. Donna is his wingman and it’s just fluff all around. :D
I just wanted to
tenth doctor x fem!reader
summary: The Doctor is oblivious. Donna is not. Basically what the request said. Gosh, I love this request!!
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"Bye, Doc" Y/n says softly, giving his arm a soft squeeze as he turns his head to look at her with a fond smile.
"See you soon, Angel."
Y/n giggles and skips out to the door, waving goodbye to Donna, her eyes looking back to the timelord one last time before leaving.
As soon as the tardis door closes, Donna snorts and turns to face the Doctor with a teasing grin. "Bye, Doc, see you soon, angel" She mimics in an overly-sweet voice before pretending to gag. "Ugh, God -- and that arm squeeze! Honestly, it's like I'm in the middle of a bad romance book. An overwhelmingly long slowburn." She mumbles in distress.
The Doctor looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you rambling on about now?" He quizzes, seemingly genuinely unaware of the tension between himself and Y/n.
"Oh, give me a break, Spaceman." Donna groans under her breath, dragging her hands down her face in anguish. "You're like a trillion years old; there's no way you can be that dense."
"Dense - what - oi, I'm not dense!" He protests quickly, a little pout on his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest in offense.
With a roll of her eyes, Donna stalks around the console, randomly pressing buttons while the Doctor smacks her hands away before she can actually do something like blow up the tardis. "Had the birds and the bees talk, Doctor?" She asks playfully, the Doctor's cheeks flushing a light pink as he splutters.
"What? Donna, you're - stop messing with the console!" He screeches as she flickers some switches on and off. The redhead huffs and backs away, putting her hands in the air.
"All of this built up tension, Doctor. It's making you unbearably tense."
His honeyed eyes roll to the back of his head as he retorts. "Well, I just spent the day trapped on a train with some invisible evil entity, I think I have the right to be a little tense."
"No, no, no." His companion quickly shakes her head, tapping her painted nails on her arm, frustrated that she has to spell everything out for him. "Not that kind of tension. I'm talking about sexual tension. Desire."
The Doctor's face turns pale, his red lips frowning in disgust. "Donna, I think you're great, but-"
Quickly realising the misunderstanding, she cuts him off. "Not with me, you dumbo!" She spits, her face contorted in her own revulsion. "With Y/n!"
A sigh of relief leaves his mouth before he can stop it, but the relief doesn't last long before it's replaced with scepticism. "With Y/n?" He repeats curiously, almost allowing a little bit of hope to flow out alongside his words. "Nah, we're just friends." A dismissive wave of his hand attempts to deny the accusation, but his eyes darting anywhere but Donna just proves her point more.
"Well, she definitely doesn't want to be just friends." She speaks, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.
Despite himself, his head snaps up to look at her, cheeks darkening once again. "She doesn't? Why? Did she say something?" His asks are quick and eager, only making Donna chuckle.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Donna, this isn't-" Before he can finish, the tarids doors open once more. Y/n walks in, snow in her gorgeous hair as she shivers from the cold.
"Sorry, I forgot my hat." She explains sweetly.
The Doctor rubs a hand on the back of his neck, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to respond, but no sound actually manages to leave. Donna sighs from behind him.
Picking up on the awkward atmosphere, Y/n stops to look at them both, squinting her eyes as she observes the Doctor, his freckled face flushed with his eyes darting around. Her gaze moves on and she looks at Donna, who looks a mixture of amused and impatient. "Did I interrupted something?" She asks quietly.
"No!" The Doctor answers a little too quickly. Donna nudges him and and whispers encouragement in his ear as he tries to brush her off. "No, you're not interuppting anything."
Y/n nods, not convinced in the slightest, and actually a little hurt that the two seem to be keeping secrets from her. Still, she understands that she shouldn't prod when he clearly isn't comfortable. "Okay, well, I've got my hat." As if to prove her the fact, she twirls the hat in her hand. "I'll be going."
"Oh, you idiot!" Donna groans in his ear as Y/n walks to the door. The Doctor grumbles and bites his lip, his mind practically fighting between what he wants to do and what he should do.
"Actually, Y/n," He calls, and she stops just before the door. She turns around, looking lovingly at the Doctor as he makes his way towards her. He stands tall in front of her, gazing down with a nervous cloud in his eyes. "I just wanted to.. " He shifts on his feet for a moment. "I just wanted to..." He repeats in a whisper, sounding hypnotised as he stares at her lips.
He gulps then shakes his head. "Doesn't matter," his body turns and he curses to himself. He had fought Gods and demons, but trying to confess something like this was the most difficult thing he had encountered. "Have a good day at home, angel."
Instead of making a quick getaway, his wrist is suddenly captured. He's spun around, but before he can process anything, Y/n's lips are on his.
It's soft and loving. It captures the years of longing, of need and desire the two had bottled up inside themselves. Her hands run through his hair, and after his brain rebooted, he places his hands on her waist, pulling her into him.
They pull away, a little short of breath as their foreheads sit together. The Doctor makes no effort to remove his grip from her waist, and Y/n now rubs the back of his neck in soothing motions. "I hope that was okay," She whispered a little shyly. "I just wanted to kiss you."
The Doctor bobs his head up and down eagerly. "God, yes, that's okay."
"Finally!' Donna cheers.
omg first time writing in forever. uhhh it isn't proofread sorry lolol. hope you enjoyed!! :) <3
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Imagine the Doctor finding your drawings of him.
>DOCTOR WHO playlist<
Of course, he was tempted to open that notebook: you always carried it around, shielding it from any, even accidentally, prying eyes. He has seen you scribbling something across coarse pages, hands dusted with charcoal, only to quickly close it whenever someone was around. He could only wonder and assume what that leatherbound book held inside and perhaps it was the secrecy itself that pushed him beyond the boundaries of privacy.
As it always so happened, the said notebook was lying on top of the console - you kept it there to make sure you don't forget it on your way out of the TARDIS. The Doctor didn't mind it, at least not anymore. He became so accustomed to the book's existence that his mind didn't register it anymore; especially at that fateful moment when he was a little too preoccupied with making sure the spaceship didn't crash.
The Doctor hit the console with a hammer, unintentionally making the notebook fall; it opened upon contact with the metal floor. Because of the great strength he had to use and the unexpectedly major tilt the TARDIS took, Doctor find himself catching his balance right above the leatherbound book. Looking down, he was momentarily taken aback - the coarse, beige pages weren't empty. Instead, he was greeted by a familiar face drawn in charcoal.
"It's... me?" he said to himself. The discovery made little to no sense to him - Doctor expected something less... mundane. Ordinary.
There was no doubt that the black lines twisted together constructing an impressively realistic image of him. Although there was nothing strange in his own face, there was a strangeness in its sole appearance - why would your notebook be filled with portraits of him? Was that the secret you had been keeping away from him? Why did you think it was something that should remain hidden?
"Why are you looking through this?!" He heard your panicked shout. The TARDIS was no longer experiencing pandimensional turbulences and so you had no problem in speedin towards him.
You quickly picked up the sketchbook and held it close to your chest, embarrassed that the queer mystery had seen the light of day. A flustered blush crept upon your face, making you look even more anxious. The lazy whirring of the machinery was drowned out by the blood rushing inside your head. Panic made your body feel all sorts of uncomfortable and tingly, suddenly appearing terrifyingly foreign to you.
"No, I didn't." He shook his head. It was a poor attempt at feigning ambivalence. "It fell off the console and opened. Why are you keeping it here anyway? It can get damaged!"
For a moment, a silence fell between you too. Your lower lip got caught between your teeth; Doctor knew you well enough to become certain that something serious and problematic was on your mind. There were words you had to say, maybe even wanted to but your own hesitation and anxiety kept them lodged in your throat.
"You've looked through it, didn't you?" you asked quietly. He barely heard you above the loud machinery of the TARDIS. For a split second, he was sure it was his conscience, ready to crush his ribcage with the pangs of guilt.
"Yup," he answered after a while, suddenly feeling embarrassed about his nosiness. Doctor caugh a glimpse of your uneasy, maybe hurt, expression and quickly averted his gaze. "I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."
Your next words were spoken in a gentle, absentminded tone and so Doctor wasn't sure whether you were talking to him or more to yourself:
"Then I guess there's no harm in showing you the rest."
His ears metaphorically perked up and the embarassment or guilt were nowhere to be found anymore - excitement took their place.
"It's, you know, not much. Just me scribbling things I want to remember."
The first pages presented landmarks of places you had visited, quick sketches of spaceships or pieces of alien technology. Although he was silent at the moment, Doctor was admiring your eye for details - how just a few charcoal squiggles could capture the complex design and grandeur of things you were seeing for the very first time. His hearts began to clench with yearning and a strange type of shame as he began to think that he wasn't as important to you as he initially thought and the portraits of him were probably a result of long hours when he was fixing something and you had nothing better to do besides waiting.
To his returning excitement, the pictures of architecture, technology and clothing stopped, only to be exchanged for sketches of himself. The variety of the said drawings made him blush slightly - some pictures must had been done while he was focusing on something else, capturing the raw honesty of his soul in those short moment when he had thought that no one was watching. In the back of his head creeped a fantasy, a wonder, that there was a time when your undivided attention and fascination belonged only to him. In a sense, it was your affection for him that made him immortal and he wasn't sure how he felt about you having such power - most of all, he feared his own hypothetical jealousy towards all the other things littering the coarse paper of the notebook. Yes, your fingers lay him into eternal memory upon sheets of paper - to be witnessed by eyes that had already closed and hearts not yet born.
"I like this one best." You pointed out a very detailed sketch taking up a whole page. Doctor couldn't discern when exactly you had drawn it but judging by the wide smile on his face, it was a moment of thrill or joy. It surely wasn't a drawing one makes after acciddentally witnessing someone laugh; no, it was a sketch of a committed observer.
"Why that one?" he asked. "The arch was marvellous and currently blown up. While he," Doctor vaguely pointed at the drawing of himself. "Is here all the time."
"Well, that arch is still intact in here." Your finger gently tapped the beige paper. "Forever a masterpiece of alien architecture. In a way, it's as if it had never blown up, you know?" He caught your eyes when you looked at him to see whether you got your point across. The quiet moment of intimacy would've lasted longer if your adoring timidness did not force you to finally avert his gaze. "And now there’s a place in this universe where you’re always happy."
The Doctor felt a little too flustered to point out that it was missing you.
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Dreaming Of You - Tenth Doctor X GN Reader
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Title: Dreaming Of You
Tenth Doctor X GN Reader
Additional Characters: Reader's parents (Mentioned), Actual doctors (Mentioned), Charlotte (Mentioned), Lucie (Mentioned), Rose Tyler (Mentioned), Martha (Mentioned), Donna (Mentioned), Jackie (Mentioned), and some popular Doctor Who aliens (Mentioned)
WC: 3,501
Warnings: Reader's parents to have been mentioned sending the Reader to a therapist/psychologist, brief mention of Rose and the Doctor's separation, it's a small bit sad, but only for a second, first meeting, not a lot of dialogue, past mini angst parental-wise, and fluff
Ever since you were a child, around seven or eight, you would have vivid dreams about one person. Though, that person seemed to change every couple of years. You had seen so many faces, but in your dreams, they were all the same man; or whom you had thought was a man at the time. 
Your dreams always consisted of him, in a strange room with blinking buttons and metal levers... And a strange blue police box. Sometimes you would see others, but they never lasted long in your dreams. They always... Faded out. You had no idea why.
Soon after your first couple of dreams, you would begin drawing him and the many adventures that he seemed to go on. You had even gone to your parents at some point with your drawings. You had thought that they would be interested in your designs and works, asking you questions with curiosity and intrigue... When in reality, they looked at you with worry, especially since most of your drawings - other than the strange man with many faces - were of horrific alien-like creatures. Instead of compliments and questions, they sent you to a child therapist... And psychologists in later years.
None of the many therapists and psychologists that you had gone to knew exactly what you were - quote on quote - suffering from. Some said that you just had an overactive imagination, while some said that you were possibly stressed or anxious. You didn't like going to the appointments. When explaining your dreams and showing off some of your drawings, they would all just act so concerned and confused. That just made you feel more and more uncomfortable as time went by. None of them really took you seriously.
It got to the point that you lied to your parents and said that your dreams had stopped. The dreams didn't stop, but you stopped showing your parents your drawings and stopped letting them read in your dream journal... And soon enough, they got off your back and you didn't have to see those doctors anymore. 
This all didn't stop you from continuing to draw and write about your dreams though. You kept writing and you kept drawing. At this point, having moved out of your parents' home, and having your own place to live, you had more than three dozen drawing sketchbooks filled to the brim with sketches; the same goes for those dream journals. It took around two cardboard boxes just to pack them all away when moving. 
And even into adulthood, you had thought that at some point the dreams were going to fade away, but they didn't. In fact, you could argue that they only got more vivid, and more detailed as time went on. The drawings also became more and more realistic. And you couldn't help but wonder if it was because of how often you drew him. All the dreams, all the drawing, all that practice made you a pretty good artist if you had to say so yourself. 
But you had questions that didn't have answers, and you wanted those answers. Why were your dreams so vivid, realistic, and detailed? Was there any truth behind them? You were sure that there was, but you had no way of proving it. You weren't sure if you even wanted proof some days. The dreams were a part of who you were now, and they were not easy to ignore. It even came to a point where they were talking...
When you were a kid, the dreams were silent. No one said anything. You would just watch as this man traveled around the strange room, pushing buttons and so on. More often than not, you'd watch as he and a friend would travel to strange and astounding new worlds, meeting equally strange and astounding beings. But as their lips and mouths moved, you never heard a sound. It was almost like a silent-picture movie.
Only a couple of months after you turned seventeen, did you begin to hear things in those said dreams. It was as if someone was turning up the volume on the radio really, really slow. By the tenth or so dream, you could hear them clearly as if you were right beside them. You heard their conversations, their secrets, dreams, worries, fears... Everything. You found out what the man with the many faces was called; The Doctor, and that he was a Time Lord from a planet that no longer existed. As well the names of his prior companions and the planets and galaxies that they traveled to in space and time. 
For years, every night, you had seen them and got to know them. You grew attached to them. The first one that you could remember was named Ace. There was even a Charlotte, and Lucie, and many others. But, then came Rose Tyler. Now, you remembered her name and face very well. You had grown very fond of her until she faded out of your dreams as well. It was a bit silly, but when you saw roses for sale, you bought them. You always had roses in your blue vase in your kitchen by the window. And only somewhat recently - in the past year or so - had you seen two new people with the Doctor; Martha and Donna. Martha was gone, long faded a couple of months ago, but Donna had stayed and was still in your dreams as of last night. 
And though, having these dreams was, in fact, very intriguing and thought-inducing, they weren't always so grand. In addition to seeing all the marvelous places that the Doctor and his companions went to, there were the horrors that came with it. You had seen so many beings, so many creatures. And though some were quite peaceful, your mind was somewhat plagued by the evil ones. Though you had once thought Daleks were cool, design-wise, you began to fear them. Especially after what your dreams had said about them, had shown you. You feared the Clockwork Droids and the Sycorax. Not to mention the Abzorbaloff and the Racnoss. And you found the Ood quite interesting, despite their somewhat frightening appearance.
It was around eight in the morning when you woke up, your alarm blaring. You quickly grabbed your dream journal, writing down your latest dream involving the Doctor and Donna Noble before getting to work with a sketch. Swapping your dream journal, you grabbed your sketchbook and pencils. For the next hour or so, you sketched what you remember most about your dream. This dream was a bit different than most of the others that you had had, this one featuring less running for their lives and more enjoying their lives. They had traveled to this planet that the Doctor found extraordinary. It was purple. The ground was purple, and the grass and vegetation were purple. And the large trees, reminding you of Giant Sequoias, were orange and red. You liked the red ones best. You loved it when the Doctor stood in front of one of those orange trees, admiring the colors as the sun rose. You wondered what it might have felt like to have been there. What did the planet smell like? Sound like?
Before you knew it, your mind had wandered, and you snapped out of your memories of your recent dream. Looking down at the two pages that you practically filled with sketches from the said dream, you sighed. Like most days, you had filled the page with him. Mostly. The page on the left had a sketch of the large, towering trees, the silhouettes of the Doctor and Donna standing before them, looking so small. On the same page, you had even drawn some of the plants that the Doctor had pointed out to Donna with such infatuation and excitement. Then, turning to the page on the right, it was filled to the brim with just the Doctor. A collage of his many different expressions; joy, excitement, calm, and content. 
Some were of him from his side profile, while others were of his full frontal view; brown suit and dirty Converse. He had a goofy grin, in what was the middle of a bright laugh, his hands on his hips as if he was proud of himself. His hair was very messy, with dark strands sticking up everywhere, unable to be captured and secured by the gel in his hair. He looked so carefree. Other sketches showed just his eyes, the dark orbs seemed to stare at you through the page; in addition to some of just his nose, hands, or that smile of his. In the bottom right corner of the collage, you had a drawing of him crouching in front of one of the many plants, arms resting on his knees as he stared down at it thoughtfully. 
You found him beautiful. 
That was something that you had noticed in the many, many years of seeing the spaceman in your dreams. He was handsome, caring, and thoughtful. Very handsome indeed, although you wouldn't admit it to anyone. Most people would probably think that you were crazy if you had told them that you were crushing on a man that you had seen every night in your dreams for years upon years. And that's why you never told anyone. Not even your closest friends knew about your dreams, your journals, or your drawings. 
Sighing, you snapped out of your thoughts once more before writing the date and time - ‘March 21st, 2024, 8:53 AM’ - in the corner of the left side page in fine print. Then, right below, you wrote, 'Day 8,432.' Setting your pencil down, you stared at the finished two pages for a moment before closing the sketchbook slightly. You would have to go and buy a new sketchbook soon, you were almost out of room; running out of pages.
Checking the time, you figured you had enough time to look at the previous dreams. Flipping towards the front of the sketchbook, you reminisced over the dreams you had seen throughout the year. The first page of the sketchbook was of the last couple of dreams with Rose. 
Fighting off or running from different types of aliens. Her and the Doctor holding hands, smiling at each other. Staring up at falling snow… Having tea with Jackie… Fighting the Daleks… The tears streamed down their cheeks. The Doctor… Hand and cheek pressed against a white wall, unable to do anything, helpless. And Rose, stuck in another dimension; in agony, heartbroken.
You bit your bottom lip as you flipped through the pages and the memories, you stumbled past the ten pages of Martha before landing back to Donna. 
You had often wondered whether your dreams truly meant anything. You had thought that there had to be some way that they did. Your mind would think rationally, telling you that you just had an overactive imagination like all those doctors had told you. But, your heart wished and yearned for something more. The thought that something more was out there. That there were beings and creatures out in the far-off places of the galaxy that you and everyone else hadn't yet seen. The whole thought was fascinating and you only wished that it was true. You had always wished for there to be something more out there.
Shutting your sketchbook, you quickly got ready for the day; getting dressed, brushing your hair, teeth, and so on. After eating breakfast, you grabbed your messenger bag and stuffed your pencil case, sketchbook, wallet, phone, and whatever else you needed for work before leaving your home. 
The walk to work was a bit too quick for your liking, but time seemed to fly and before you knew it, it was your lunch break. Walking down the sidewalk, you were minding your own business, somewhat lost in your thoughts. Headphones over your head, you listened to your playlist as you headed towards your favorite cafe where you always had lunch; their sandwiches were to die for.
But before you could decide on whether or not to get a coffee or indulge yourself in a milkshake, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You stopped, turned, and then froze. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly as you stared at the man before you. Dressed in a brown suit with a white button-up and brown detailed tie; complete with a brown, long overcoat and off-white Converse. He had very familiar brown, sticky-uppy hair and striking brown eyes... His gaze, intense, stared right back at you. As handsome as ever. His eyebrows were slowly but surely furrowing as the corners of his lips twitched into a confused frown. 
You were literally speechless, your shaky hands moving your headphones to rest around your neck. He was actually here. Standing right in front of you. After a few moments of silence of staring at each other - but what felt like hours for you - his mouth opened, his voice sounding just like how you remembered it, just like in your dreams, only clearer. "Hello." He said simply, tilting his head to the side and raising his hand to reveal the pencil he held within it. "I think you dropped this."
You looked from him to your pencil, and back, and finally, you could breathe. "O-Oh... Uh, thank you." You took your pencil from him before daring to look back up at him. 
He continued to stare at you, obviously confused that you could practically see the gears turning in that head of his. "Do I know you?" He asked, stuffing his hands into the large pockets of his brown overcoat. He raked through his mind, trying to figure out if he had ever met you or run into you before when he visited Earth, but he was left empty-handed. He was sure that he would’ve remembered you if he had met you. “You seem to know me…”
You let out a breath, blinking rapidly, still shocked out of your mind that the literal man of your dreams was standing right in front of you. It couldn't and shouldn't have been possible. 
"No... I don't think you know me..." You muttered, swallowing thickly, unable to break your gaze from his hazelnut brown eyes. "But... But I do know you." That only seemed to confuse him more. Quickly looking away, you checked your watch on your wrist before looking back up at him, "I can explain everything somewhat if you have the time- nevermind," You shook your head - as if what you had said was ridiculous, which it was in his case - and waved your hand dismissively, "Time is relative... Ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff." You muttered the last couple of lines, mostly to yourself, but he heard you; only spiking his immense curiosity. "Uh, just follow me." 
The man - The Doctor - followed you without a second thought, a step or two behind you as you led him to the park across the street. Finding a park bench somewhat away from the main path, you took a seat. As the Doctor sat down beside you, you took your messenger bag into your lap, opening it. The Doctor watched intently as you grabbed your sketchbook and passed it to him.
He noted your name on the cover before he opened it to the first page and froze. Though as quickly as he froze, he unfroze, quickly but carefully flipping through the many pages of your sketchbook; his, and many of his past and current companions' faces staring up at him.
Martha and Donna… And Rose…
Along with objects and aliens from his prior adventures; the TARDIS - inside and exterior - his Sonic Screwdriver, Oods, and Daleks…
And in the first couple of pages, he even saw one of his past faces. 
He saw little scenes, moments of his life and the adventures he had been on with his companions. He saw a sketch of himself, standing before the Clockwork Droids in the ballroom when they had wanted to harvest Madame de Pompadour’s brain for the ship. Turning a couple of pages, he saw a sketch of when he and Martha were in the hospital she worked at when it was transported to the moon. And flipping a couple of more pages, he saw when he saved Donna from the Empress of the Racnoss on her wedding day.
Once he got to the last and recent page, he looked up at you. And what you had thought was going to be a look of confusion and shock, you were surprised to find that instead, he had a wide grin on his face; eyes wide in excitement and curiosity. "This is incredible!" Your eyes widened.
"What?"
"Your drawings of course!" He answered, gesturing to your sketchbook with a hand, "I must know, can you see the future or into the past? Or do these just come to you? In all my years of traveling through space and time, I have never seen anything like this, to this extent!"
You blinked, "Uh... I don't really know much or how this works... I'm still a bit shocked you're even real, in front of me." You rubbed your cheek, glancing away, "Ever since I was a kid, I've had dreams about you every night." You inwardly cringed when you said that aloud, "They're so vivid, so... Real. They feel so real!" You paused, thinking about it. Looking back up at him, you continued, "I've seen everything you and your companions had gone through. Daleks, cybermen, everything. Well, not everything. But, I've seen a lot of it." You looked down at your lap, "I have always wondered whether or not those dreams really meant something if they were as real as they seemed to be. Or if I was just crazy… For years, I have always wondered if there was really life beyond Earth, beyond the solar system... If there was something bigger, better out there in the vastness of space." You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Opening them again, you looked up at him; watching as the Doctor stared at you in wonder. His eyes sparkled, filled with emotion. He was clearly fascinated.
And he was fascinated. He was so incredibly captivated by everything about this human who sat before him. "So you know who I am?" He passed back your sketchbook.
You nodded. "Of course. You're the Doctor." You answered simply.
You then watched as he then wordlessly grabbed the Sonic Screwdriver from the inside pocket of his overcoat before scanning you. You blinked again, the somewhat bright, blue light blinding you momentarily as the Doctor stared down at the object with a thoughtful frown. "Well, you're human all right. Nothing out of the ordinary there." He was silent for a long moment before suddenly looking up at you with a small grin, eyes still bright. "Come with me."
Your eyes widened, "What?"
He stood from the bench and offered you his hand, grinning at your bewildered expression. "Come with me. The TARDIS brought me to you for a reason. See the great dying stars of the Berugawa galaxy, see new worlds, and new beings, and see amazing planets beyond your wildest imagination!”
Your eyes widened. The sight of him, the way his warm chocolate eyes gleamed, and the way his face lit up made your heart flutter; the charm. There was always something that drew you to him, something about his aura that made your heart beat faster and your chest tighten; a sort of gravitational pull that seemed to pull you closer to him; like the planets that orbited around the sun. 
You could finally see all the things that you had seen in your dreams. You could live the life that you so wished that you could live. One of adventure and discovery; one of being able to go anywhere and see anything. To learn anything you could, to experience everything possible. And you could even possibly find out why you’ve been having those dreams in the first place. The possibilities were endless...
And then you saw him - the Doctor - your dream come true, standing right in front of you; his open hand waiting for yours.
A smile slowly stretched across your lips as you took his hand, standing up. Hands interlocked at your sides, you followed the Doctor to the TARDIS, which sat parked on the curb, waiting patiently for its passengers. You felt excitement bubble within your stomach as he opened the door, your smile widening at the sight. 
The Doctor watched you with his own grin as he led you inside. You slowly dropped his hand as you slowly spun around you, looking at the lights and the console in the middle of the room; unable to stop smiling; the awe on your face made his grin widen. "I know you hear this a lot, but..." You began, turning around to look up at him, your grin matching his. "It's bigger on the inside."
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