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(hi?)

this is so random but yeah - i’ve logged into this account after finally getting my access back to it (i’ve been locked out of it for almost 2 years) and after a couple of months of contemplation if i should get back to writing fics... here I am. 

would you like to see only Doctor Who stuff? request are open again + I am also open to writing something from Good Omens (I think, I haven’t written them at all so it might be a bit of a challenge tbh). 

i also finished my Doctor Who fanfic with an OC and a lesbian love story as the main plot point. if you would like to see that i am also happy to provide

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update: what i’ve been writing

hello!  this account’s aim was to get me out of a writing-slump which - hurray hurray! - is finally gone. currently i’m focusing on my doctor who multichapter story with original characters. it’s basically a lesbian love story involving cyborgs, critique of capitalism and racism, and other fun stuff. so if you are interested.. i would be very happy to translate (i’m writing it in my mother language!) and publish it here after i’m done with it. the story is called ‘improbable dreams’ and i’ve started it two years ago. i finally kicked it off and i’m currently beginning chapter 10. the story has become my baby and it feels like coming back home after a long long time.  please let me know what you think about this idea i wouldn’t be able to write if it weren’t for this account. PS. i still plan to occasionally publish a requested one shot on this account! i’m not forgetting about you guys, it’s just that i’m currently channeling my energy towards this story. with much, much love, mary xx

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PLEASE SHARE WHEREVER YOU CAN! THIS IS HAPPENING IN POLAND RIGHT NOW. PEOPLE ARE GETTING HURT IN THE STREET AND THERE HAVE BEEN SOME ARRESTS. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG AND SHARE

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PLEASE SHARE WHEREVER YOU CAN! THIS IS HAPPENING IN POLAND RIGHT NOW. PEOPLE ARE GETTING HURT IN THE STREET AND THERE HAVE BEEN SOME ARRESTS. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG AND SHARE

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hello?

sorry i hadn’t posted anything in a while, i had to deal with some things and with a writer block. but i’ve rewatched s5 of doctor who, cried a lot and i’m back! i’m gonna scroll through all the requests - and there are lots of them!  see you later and thank you for your patience.  mary, xx 

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Ola could do a picture with Doctor ten and reader / fem with the music phil collins - you'll be in my heart

just posted it! thank you for such a fun request :) i love this song so much and it was a pure joy to base a oneshot with the tenth doctor around it. 

lots of love! mary xx

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10th Doctor, Brave

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10th Doctor x reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety. but overall a fluffy oneshot with a slightly angsty ending?  word count: 2000! got carried away with this one but i don’t care. i had so much fun writing this! request: Ola could do a picture with Doctor ten and reader / fem with the music phil collins - you'll be in my heart

A/N: before all of you read it, i just want to remind you how brave all of you are. even if you don’t know it. you just need to be shown that you are capable of everything. i love you guys so much. thank you for the never-ending support. mary xx

“Brave”

Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

And hold it tight

 The Doctor came when she needed him the most, crushed by her own expectations and broken spines of old university books. Y/N measured her worth in coffee cups and hours she spent not-sleeping. She couldn’t be the judge of her beauty, she was way past looking at herself on the mirror, striving to gain knowledge to please everyone around her. She wouldn’t allow herself to fail, even if it meant running on fumes with limbs shaking from a caffeine overdose.

Afraid of failure, that’s who she was.

But we all have our limits, don’t we? Apparently, Y/N’s limit was the Latin exam, the one that got lost in her mind, tucked between a fifteen pages long essay due Monday, and an oral presentation that was supposed to take place the next day. Even the books in the library – usually her friend – seemed to judge her incompetence. Absurd thoughts filled her mind – maybe if she hid under the table and closed her eyes people would just forget that she existed? Maybe she would forget that she existed.

“Taurus agricola fugat,” she mumbled, tightly hugging her knees, her stomach turning into a big knot of nervousness, a bitter taste in her mouth. “No! Agricolae taurum fugat. N-”

“Why are you crying in Latin?” A pair of converse-covered feet peeked under the table, soon to be followed by a head full of ruffled, chaotic hair and concerned deep-brown eyes.

“I’m trying to bring back the Roman Empire to life,” the bitter joke escaping her lips mixed with a waterfall of tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

“Come on then, it’s not a place to do that.” The man reached out his hand and she grabbed it without hesitation, holding it tight. His fingers were slim, tender and warm, bringing comfort to all the cells inside her body that shrunk with the terror of the upcoming exam. “I’m the Doctor by the way.”

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

 Y/N pounded on the chamber’s door with great force, her knuckles turning pale and bloody. She was suffocating, but not because of the lack of air. Her body decided to shut down, anxiety shaking her bones to the core.

A small window provided the girl with a view on a narrow, long corridor. She looked around to find something heavy to crush the electrical mechanism of the lock, the lasts of adrenaline kicking into her bloodstream. There was nothing around her, she knew that already, but she couldn’t give up. The Doctor would give up.

 Soon enough Y/N found herself on the floor, the walls getting closer and closer, pressing against her back and knees. She could do so much more, right? Discover the world beyond the coffee-stained pages of the university books, brush her fingers against the ancient ground – only with a snap of the Doctor’s fingers. He promised her that. He said she would be safe with him, only if she took his hand and held it tight.

The ship was about to collapse and the Doctor ran towards the vault. Y/N forced herself onto her feet, knees bending with fear. She could decipher her name from the movement from his lips. The coat floated outside of his slim figure, not being able to catch up with his fast movements. Even the time he was slowly running out of couldn’t stop him.

“Don’t you dare cry, Y/N! I will be there!” And soon she was. In his arms. With only one problem: the ship was about to collapse.

For one so small,

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you,

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry

 Y/N wasn’t afraid to cry in front of the Daleks. It was good to show them her humanity, to remind them what they weren’t capable of. “Cry baby” they used to call her, but she wasn’t embarrassed by her feelings by now. The Doctor showed her the beauty of them, the beauty hidden within.

“You don’t seem to know who he is,” Y/N laughed bitterly, angrily wiping the tears escaping her eyes. Resting her ear against both of the Doctor’s hearts, reassured by their beating, she got up slowly, limping on her left feet. The sudden explosion knocked out both of them and she was the first one to regain consciousness.

The Time Lord laid on the ground, sonic screwdriver abandoned on the ground. Without a playful smile on his lips and sparkling eyes, he seemed out of place, like an impostor, and that broke her heart. But he needed her, even if she was small and fragile. He didn’t teach her to be strong, he simply showed her how.

She faced the Dalek, resting her teared-up but furious eyes on the creature. She would take one step at the time, just like the Doctor taught her, gravel shifting under her feet.

“He is the Doctor.” The Dalek screeched. “He has been exterminated. And so will you be.”

“He is so much more than the Doctor.” She moved further, jumping on her right feet, the sprained ankle sending fireworks of pain to her synapses. “And so am I.”

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always

 “Are you sure about this?” Y/N asked him, holding onto the sleeves of the Doctor’s jacket. He wasn’t terrified, not at all. A goofy grin lit his face when the heavy wind hit their figures. How they still stood in the middle of a storm was an enigma to Y/N. Maybe the Time Lords defied the laws of gravity.

“Was I ever sure about anything?”

“Don’t be cocky!” The companion scolded him, earning another boyish laugh from the Doctor. He expected her to jump off a building. Not any building; the highest building in the world. She rested her eyes on his face, focusing on counting the freckles on his cheeks. She knew that if she even dared to trail off her gaze towards the void beneath them, she would most likely faint.

“Thought you were deadly scared of heights, and here you are, lecturing me. I adore you, Y/N Y/S.” The girl shivered at how her surname sounded in Doctor’s lips. He made her feel like she was a giant, capable of anything. No matter if it was a Latin exam, deadly Dalek, or a collapsing ship.

“Allons-y before I change my mind?” Gripping on to his arms, Y/N took the first leap. They were so close she could feel the Time Lord’s eyelashes tickling her cheek.

 Why can't they understand the way we feel

They just don't trust what they can't explain

I know we're different, but deep inside us

We're not that different at all

 Even though they were so different – hell they weren’t even the same species – they belonged to each other. When one was anxious, the other one filled them with hope. When one needed slowing down, the other one told him to take a deep breath. The Doctor and Y/N found themselves in a curve of time, imprinted as a mere fraction in the universe’s history. It wasn’t possible and yet it was.

 “What is this called again?” Y/N gasped, examining a tiny object in her hand. The surface of a shining ball seemed to shift it’s constellations and orbits every time she turned it around. The Doctor had told her that she was holding a miniature universe in her hands. “I mean, it’s not possible. In my physics classes, we’ve-,”

“Haven’t I proven to you that physics is so much more than school education? You can’t simply grasp it. It’s intangible. Well,” he stopped himself and cupped her hands with his own, “usually. Right now you are holding physics in your hands.”

“Physics, physics, physics?” Y/N reminded him, meeting his eyes and he smiled at her.

“Physics, physics, physics.”

She could hear the happiness stroking his vocal cords.

Don't listen to them

'Cause what do they know

We need each other, to have, to hold

They'll see in time, I know

 “Ah, the Doctor and one of his pets. At last.” A voice echoed throughout the empty hall of the Westminster Palace. Who would have thought that the current Prime Minister was indeed a Reptile? Well, only the people on the internet.

“Yes, nice to meet you. Or not. Funny enough, you’re the one that resembles a…pet.” Y/N cocked her head to the side and looked up at the Doctor’s expression. She carefully studied his face, how his nose curved and the subtle raise of his right eyebrow.

“Twelve million people just punched the air,” The Doctor snickered and leaned onto the wall. “Sorry, a mistake in calculations. You can add two more people to that number. You know why? Never let me near all those buttons.” The sonic screwdriver pointed at the secret panel hidden behind a painting of one of the kings of Britain. Probably a Reptilian also.

“Are we officially a number one enemy of United Kingdom?”

“Oh yes! Yes, we are!”

When destiny calls you, you must be strong

I may not be with you

But you got to hold on

They'll see in time, I know

We'll show them together

 Old Y/N would cry at this point – terrified of alien destruction, the Time Lords pulling through time itself, the unpredictability of the Master. It was time to be strong. She had to, the Doctor counted on her. The whole world did.

The Doctor didn’t need to hear the four knocks coming from the chamber, radiation levels rocketing on the panel where Y/N stood. The Time Lord already knew what had to be done, it was his time, his song was ending. He didn’t think of the things he could do if he had the opportunity, because he knew his Y/N could do so much more. Brave to stand where she stood, facing all the dangers and the end of the universe itself.

“It’s an honour, Y/N.”

“Please, don’t.”

Just look over your shoulder

Just look over your shoulder

Just look over your shoulder

I'll be there

Always

 In his last hours, he allowed himself to push the leaver inside the Tardis and see Y/N for the last time. He went way back, crippled by pain, and peaked outside the blue door, seeing his beloved one walking on the sidewalk, buried with notes, ready to study for the Latin exam she had forgotten about. In just a couple of hours, they would meet for the first time, only she didn’t know it yet. But he did – the burden of the Time Lords, wasn’t it?

“Please, look over your shoulder,” he pleaded, his voice at the point of breaking, sharp pain bending his back, deep brown eyes hidden behind tightly shut eyelids.

“Y/N, please. Please look over your shoulder.”

But she didn’t. The last thing he saw before shutting the Tardis’ door was the time machine of his past self and the Doctor’s head peaking onto the street. He envied him.

The younger Doctor looked over his shoulder, staring confusedly at a disappearing time machine. A feeling in his two hearts told him to visit the library nearby.

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12th Doctor, Cherished years

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12th Doctor x reader

warnings: none! word count: 500 request: 12th doctor and reader’s bday

A/N: this one is a part of the 12th doctor fluff series (as promised!). as always, i dedicate it to my my best friend who came up with the idea. love you, boo xx

“Cherished years”

Y/N was never fond of her birthday. Sure, she remembered the snowball her mother gifted her when she was just ten years old. She cherished the moment when her father picked her up, swinging her tiny body above the ground, making all the colours blur into a huge rainbow of chaos. But it wasn’t like that anymore – by now she didn’t expect anything. Each passing year blurred into another one and she was able to distinguish between them between blurred photographs of half-lit cakes and sparkles of champagne. At times she would shuffle the snowball between her hands, wishing to be eight years old again.

She brushed her hand against the shiny material, gliding her eyes against foreign people, picking up knickknacks only to place them at their rightful place in the next moment. The Doctor took her to, what he called, the biggest market in the world, full of treasures hidden between humanity’s reach. It was her birthday but she was way past celebrating it. She couldn’t imagine shivering outside the club, hoping her fake ID would get her into the buzz-driven clique. The only moment resembling the childhood celebration was sharing a piece of cake with her mother, smiling above a lit candle. Something symbolic – that’s how she felt after all, symbolic.

The Doctor was lost in the crowd for some time now. Y/N figured he tried to experience the atmosphere of the planet, or more likely find more trouble they could engage in. The girl didn’t mind, she almost looked forward to it. She wanted to chase something far more important from her and maybe to feel young again, shaking the snowball given by her parents, hoping to chase trapped snowflakes once more.

“You look older,” The Doctor, coming out of nowhere, carefully studied her face. “You’re not as young as me, of course.”

“Of course,” she repeated with a gentle smile that curved her lips. Right now, the travels with the Doctor were like a snowball she left on the nightstand in her bedroom. She could help all of those people, trapped in a certain time and place in the galaxy. Y/N was free of that, she was no longer bound by the borders of the universe. She saw the end of all dimensions and their beginning, only by pushing the Tardis’ door.

“I thought you might like this.”

Y/N gasped, carefully picking up a tiny snowball in her hands. A tiny glass object that trapped an unknown solar system, stars and planets drifting among golden sparkles, untold stories.

The Doctor could swear that he has never seen an expression like this on his companion’s face before. It was something intangible, young and pure. He felt so old at times, he didn’t remember how it was to be a child anymore, to runaway in a stolen Tardis. He didn’t realize; however, that the biggest present he could give Y/N was the chance to chase the dreams and universes. She didn’t need anything.

She only needed to be next to him. Tiny snowball in her pocket, feeling like she could conquer the time and space.

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“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” with eleventh doctor💞

thank you so much for your request! just posted it :) love, mary xx

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11th Doctor, Crush impact

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11th Doctor x reader warnings: none! fluff  word count: 600 request:  “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” with eleventh doctor💞

A/N: there it is! i’m finding trouble with writing for the 11th doctor so i would love some feedback. aren’t my 11th doctor oneshots occ? dunno. hope it’s all good. but if anything is bothering you guys, please let me know! 

“Crush impact”

Ten minutes until impact – the voice system stumbled along the space vessel, making everyone present even more stressed out than they already were. Fanning system broken, making their shirts stick to the back of their necks, angry bickering and heated conversations only made the situation worse. Y/N could already feel how shallow her breath was getting, the oxygen levels extremely low.

The Doctor leaned to sonic a loose wire that was peaking out of the wrecked cockpit, hair sticking to his perspired forehead, sweat rolling down his nose and pointy chin. The Time Lord’s position slowly altered from balancing his weight on his heels, then to kneeling, to finally lay on the dirty space ship floor, examining the faulty compressor and what-not’s. He, The Lord of Time, was running out of time, as always.

Y/N talked to the crew, trying to calm them down about the disturbance in the vessel’s electric system, but her eyes kept wandering off towards the Doctor, rummaging through some weird-looking toolbox, sonic screwdriver tucked between his ear, a wire (still fizzing with electricity!) held between his teeth. She fanned herself with a ship’s manual and wandered off, not being able to hear more arguing.

“Nice look you’re presenting, Pretty Boy,” she smiled, sitting next to the Time Lord that was is some sort of flow, consumed by alien particles escaping the fuel box, needed for the engine to run again. Otherwise, they would very soon crash into a nearby moon.

Eight minutes until impact – a gentle voice reminded them what they were very well aware of.

“Could you please hold this?” he asked, took her hand not waiting for a second longer, and clasped her fingers onto metallic stirrings tied into a complicated knot.

“Yeah, sure,” she snickered, “I don’t mind.” The companion huffed, her chest rising and falling in a fast manner. She could almost feel how thin the air was.

He sent her an absent smile and adjusted the glasses slipping off the bridge of this nose. Y/N found pleasure in observing the fast work of his fingers, how he pressed various buttons that looked just the same to her, making the machine wail, hum and buzz.

“I’m not sure she likes that,” Y/N noticed, her hand starting to get uncomfortable from the position she was holding the strings in. “I’m going to need my hand back some if I want to be able to use it in the future.”

“Hand asleep,” he mumbled, Y/N not entirely sure what he meant. “Were you flirting with me?” he asked all of a sudden, dropping the tool he was fidgeting with before onto the rusty floor. An alarm went off, sending all the crew members to their feet. “When you called me… Pretty Boy.”

“You only just noticed?” The companion blushed but smiled nonetheless, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear with her free hand. “I’ve been doing it for the past three months.”

“Were you? My mind must have been in  operation mode or something. It does that sometimes.” He wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket, abandoned nearby, and took the strings out of her grasp, placing them in the right place. “Still not fixed, but we have about five minutes till the impact with the moon.” He exclaimed like it was something to be excited about. “Come on, Pretty Girl, we have a ship to save.”

The Doctor grabbed her hand, still numb from the uncomfortable position. She knew it was time to run.

“Are you flirting with me!?”

“Yes! Yes, I think I am!”

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request for eleventh doctor where reader comforts him after losing amy and rory w a lil bit of angst :)

hello, love! i know it took a long time but i finally wrote it :) i have troubles with writing the 11th doctor as he seems complicated at times. i just hope he’s not ooc and that the slightly greater angst (that i intended at first) doesn’t bother you. stay amazing, love mary xx 

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11th Doctor, Goodbye universe

11th Doctor x reader warnings: angst. honestly guys, r u okay? almost all of my requests are angsty. word count: 800 request:  request for eleventh doctor where reader comforts him after losing amy and rory w a lil bit of angst :) A/N: i know the request was a bit different but i had no idea how to write the 11th doctor in this scenario. at times, he seemed so consumed by grief that he was irrational and almost scary. do you know what i mean? i also had much trouble with writing this. i don’t know. it’s just angst is not my main area of expertise. 

“Goodbye universe”

‘Hello universe’ –  the first thing the Doctor has ever said to Y/N, pulling all the funky leavers, giving her the key to new worlds undiscovered by humanity. A moment that was to be the ‘albatross around his neck’, reminding him not to be cowardly in the future, as he wandered across the galaxy, wearing a new face. Y/N’s name leaving an imprint on his ship’s console.

Y/N cherished all the moments tinted by the strands of Amelia’s red hair and Rory’s soft chuckles. What came after, touched by the cold hand of a Weeping Angel, lost its colours. Reality became a mere washed-out photograph, robbed of people that were no longer there.

But no more. He would save her. Even if it turned her into the last page of a book left unread, never to be finished, hung in the limbo of unspoken goodbyes. He would give her freedom by robbing her of the only choice had left.

They stood at the doorstep of Y/N’s home, rain sogging their figures. The universe was grieving with them, the dark sky above them breaking and wiping out the hopeful light of stars. Rory and Amelia died many years ago, only to be commemorated right now, their voices echoing in an empty Tardis.

“You want to be alone, I understand.” Y/N was trying to reason with him, wet hair sticking to her tear-stained face, eyes full of fright. The Doctor snapped away as she reached to stroke his cheek. His shoulders, burdened by grief, pulled him down, making the movements sharp and uncontrolled.

“You don’t want to do this.” The girl’s hands trembled as she grabbed onto the sleeves of the Doctor’s striped jacket, trying to grasp the last touches she could be granted while he was still there. Y/N wanted to remember how extraordinary he felt, even though the light he cast out with his presence was long gone. “You can’t push me away like this, you need me. Now that there’s only two of us.” The tears rolled around Y/N’s chin, dripping onto her jacket, making it more damper than it already was.

He seemed mad, out of place, and old. The person he was before fleeted from his body, remains buried at the bottom of his deep-brown eyes, flickering with rage and sadness. The boy that she knew, chasing stars and unknown planets, was gone. He left with the first-face-this-face-saw. Amelia Pond chose her husband and Y/N was there to pick up the pieces. Only the Doctor wouldn’t let her.

“You don’t understand.” He spitted out with rage, pressing his fists against tightly close eyelids.

“You want to save us, but we’re not yours to save, Doctor.” She said coldly and uncovered the anguished face of the Time Lord. The least he could do was look at her. “You wanted me when it was all about the never-ending race, but as soon as it gets difficult you choose to abandon me. That’s not what family does, Doctor.”

“Who said I was your family?” The dead expression on his face made her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces, that were to be spread across the galaxies. They would become the traces of what she saw, could see, and would never lay her eyes upon. “You don’t let go of a family.” He turned his back to her, stepping out into the pouring rain. “Try to see what I see.”

The Doctor was a witness of things she wouldn’t believe and could never understand. At least for now, as she was only to experience true grief – the death of herself. Gradually, Y/N would forget all the good bits. The pure smile and dimples in his cheeks would be replaced with the moment he didn’t want to be touched by her. Memories about travels in time in space would always reach its conclusion at the moment he refused to be her family. Waking up in a cold bed, living her mundane life, she would think of what she has done wrong, wanting to swap places with Amelia.

Deep inside both of them knew – if it was the other way around, he wouldn’t have abandoned the Ponds. He was Amelia’s raggedy and imaginary Doctor, leaving a hole in her childhood. As his own redemption, he intertwined their fates among the stars, becoming the castor of improbable dreams. He did good by Amelia. Because he had to. With Y/N, the atonement would never come.

Months later she did what he asked her to: she tried to see what he had seen.

She wished wsomeday, hopefully, he would read the last page of her book, allowing her to pay her farewells.

‘Goodbye universe’ Y/N would say to him, the song of Akhaten reaching her in her dreams.

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11th Doctor, Unvoiced desires

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11th Doctor x reader warnings: none, but it can be sort of smutty? dunno. one kiss! word count: 800 A/N: i lost the request because i drunkenly wrote this one-shot last night without checking it, making it STEAMY as hell. when i woke up, i was terrorized by the poor grammar and innuendos. sorry about that. i tried to fix it a bit but i think it’s forever doomed. i don’t think i’ll be drinking gin anytime soon. 

“Unvoiced desires” 

Exterminate echoed throughout the tight corridor walls. Daleks shuffling against the dusty ground of an abandoned meat fabric. The smell of rotten animals hugged their clothes, soaking them with an unbearable odour. Y/N couldn’t wait to be back home and wash the nauseating layer of dirt off her body. But for now, the only choice they had was a closet-like door, leading them into an emptied-out freezer. At that moment, she agreed with Cher and she also wanted to 'turn back time'. 

“Good, we will freeze to death before the Daleks get to us,” the girl scoffed, trying to adjust her position as the Doctor’s chin nuzzled her forehead. She could feel the Time Lord’s fast breath, appearing as little clouds of warmth, nuzzling her cheeks and left earlobe. 

A cold shiver went through Y/N’s body, rocking her knees and forearms. The freezer they were stuck in was not only terribly cold but also narrow, with enough space to fit one person, not one relatively tall alien and his plus one, also known as his companion. 

“Keep it up, sarcasm will keep your body temperature stable,” he responded to her comment, the tone of his voice dead serious. What a child he sometimes was. 

The Doctor was much closer than she desired him to be, the bowtie almost touching the sensitive spot on her neck, one knee pressed tightly to her outer thigh. Y/N’s breath quickly became shakier. She prayed upon the Shadow Proclamation, that the Doctor didn’t notice it.  

“Doctor?” she asked, even though it wasn’t much of a question, it was more like a plead for his soft touch or more friction. A whimper. 

“Sorry,” he shifted, not making the situation easier, by pressing his pelvis onto her stomach, almost as if he was unaware of what he was doing. 

“No problem,” she breathed out, pressed tightly onto his body, driving pleasure from the radiating heat, parted lips almost touching the pulsing vein on his neck. Y/N was embarrassed by how weak her voice seemed; like it was choked by unvoiced desires, trapped by unspoken pleasures. The companion has always seen the Time Lord as handsome but never dared to admit it out loud. After all, she was only a mere human, he wouldn't look at her twice. 

The universe is mocking me, she thought, letting her eyes close. Right now, it would be a perfect occasion to admit her feelings to him. Destiny, or Daleks, shoved them into a tight space, which they could leave as dead-cold bodies. A perfect occasion to tell him how she truly felt about him. If not now, when? 

It resembled a situation of a bad romance movie with a script that was probably written by someone wasted on gin and whisky. 

If only she wasn’t so much of a coward. 

“I’ll try to make it better if you don’t mind,” he bit onto his bottom lift, shitting his hand towards the pocket of his jacket, unintentionally brushing it against her leg. “Sorry,” he chuckled. She wished she could laugh along with him, but all she tried to do was to choke the moan that was forming at the back of her throat. “It’s just my sonic screwdriver,” the Time Lord justified himself as the soft buzzing reached their ears. 

“I know,” she whimpered, pressing her lips against his jacket-clothed shoulder, gripping tightly onto the freezer’s walls. “How’s the lock breaking going?” The tip of the Doctor’s nose was bright red by now, his hands not as swift as usual, the cold numbed the tips of his fingers. 

“Almost,” he breathed out, pointing the sonic screwdriver against the lock. A sigh of relief rung in the Doctor’s ears as the door opened. 

As they stumbled onto the emptied-out corridor, Y/N adjusted her shirt and looked him straight in the eye. The Doctor stared at her confusedly and pressed his hands against much-heated cheeks to warm them up.

“We almost died, so I guess what I’m about to do can be justified.” She said with great force like she was trying to convince herself, not him. Without further ado, she pressed her cold-purple lips against his and pulled away in a matter of seconds. “Come along, we have some Daleks to take care of.” The girl ran off, leaving the puzzled Time Lord behind. 

“But, Y/N,” he chased after her, “does it mean you’ll do it again if I place us in a possibly deadly scenario? Because I have plenty of things in mind!” 

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about last night,

if you were around tumblr at 10pm last night, you probably came across a poorly written, steamy one-shot with the eleventh doctor. i was drunk and my mind just went bloop, so i'll try to rewrite it and... fix it?

note to myself: don't write while drunk because you'll use the word 'ask' and 'plead' four times in one sentence.

sorry! (i'll do what the gif below suggests) mary xx

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10th Doctor, Coffee stains and paradoxes

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10th Doctor x reader

warnings: none! word count: 1300 A/N: there was no request for this but it popped into my head as i was taking some creative writing classess on skillshare! hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

“Coffee stains and paradoxes”

Can one moment change the course of a person’s life? Make them see things that were once black as white, completely shifting their perspective? Y/N was about to find out that a fraction of eternity was all it took to alter the game of lights and shadows, also known as life. But as for now, she was just another stranger, an element not yet entangled in the complicated curves of space and time.

Y/N had no agenda for the day. Mindless wandering on the streets of her town was good enough. She knew every corner, recognized each face hidden from the restless summer sunlight with a pair of sunglasses. She could pinpoint the smell of the nearby bakery and knew which steps of the city-hall, leading up the tower, were crocked and in need of repairing.

She was nothing to the people around her – an unnoticed companion to their everyday life, a safe-keeper of secrets told underneath the sculpture of Nicholas Copernicus, the guard of lost crowds that tried to find their way. But they were her everything – stories she could experience on her own skin, another pages of the journal to be filled.

She sat in the nearby café, sipping on a black coffee that left a bitter-sweet taste on the tip of her tongue, eyes focused on the yellowish and ragged pages of a book, a pencil tucked behind her ear. Y/N could devour words and paragraphs while also noticing a couple quarrelling on the street, their backs turned to the window that gave her the view onto the city’s square. They wouldn’t disturb her, they became the part of the book themselves, the experience meant to be tied with the story. The unknown girl’s red dress trembled along with the soft summer breeze as Y/N turned the next page of the worn-out book. They run off after a couple of minutes, screaming at each other and laughing. What a peculiar place her town seemed at times.

Y/N saw everything and knew everyone. But she didn’t see him coming.

The time passed, making each minute blur into the next one, slowly turning into a lazy afternoon.

A sudden knock on the glass surface, cleaned with great precision, made the girl jump in her seat and drop the empty coffee cup on the table with a loud clatter, gathering an unpleasant gaze of the stressed-out waiter. His shoulders were even more knotted than before when she was placing her order. She sent him an apologetic smile and tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear before she turned her face towards the reason for all the disturbance.

A man dressed too warm for the weather outside, the brown coat hanging just below his ankles, waved at her with an impatient manner, giving her the purest, boyish grin she has ever laid her eyes upon. The hot air ruffled man’s light brown hair, making it even messier than it was before. As she froze in astonishment, he pressed his knuckles onto the window’s surface again and rolled his eyes.

“Me?” Y/N pointed the tip of her finger to her chest, cocking her head slightly to the side. She was sure that he has mistaken her with someone else. After all, she knew everyone in this town and tourist were a rarity, even if the weather was nice enough to bring them to this god-forgotten town.

“Yes, you!” Y/N could easily read his lips. He jumped vigorously on his converse-covered feet, gesticulating for her to come out. “Y/N, come on!” How the hell did he know her name? She felt a shiver rock her body and hugged her shoulders as if it was the fault of the AC humming softly in the background, not the strange encounter’s.

Y/N buried her nose in the book once again, unable to focus. Maybe if she ignored him long enough he would just give up and go away.

“I’m sorry… Y/N right?” the waiter knew her well enough as she was a constant guest in the café, “do you know this person?” He loomed over her hurled figure, hands resting on his hips, wet cloth in one hand. Not only him, but the guests enjoying their Saturday afternoon began to get annoyed with the non-stop knocking and wild gesticulation that the man outside the window was presenting. The stranger gave them quite a show, pulling weird faces and wielding something that looked like a pen in his hand.

“Y/N COME OUT KNOW, THE PARADOX CAN DESTROY THIS REALITY ANY MOMENT NOW!”

“I’m sorry, no, I will try to take care of him.” She mumbled, embarrassed. Y/N preferred to remain unnoticed but now every person in the coffee shop was staring at her as if she was to blame for all the fuss outside.

The girl left a couple of crumpled bills and shiny coins on the coffee-stained table and quickly showed the book into her bag, aiming towards the door. The warm air outside hit her face, palms already getting sweaty, red dress sticking to her thighs.

“What is your problem?” Well, that came out rather aggressive.

“What is my problem?” The man’s eyebrows rose in a surprised and almost hurt manner. He reached inside her bag, taking the book she has been previously reading into his hands and flipped a couple of pages. “You told me to meet you here and to take the book with me, remember?” The brown eyes carefully studied her face, almost as if he was taking a peek into her mind.

“Excuse me?!” Y/N shrieked, grabbing onto her copy of “ The Cather in the Rye”, while his hands still held it firmly. She couldn’t explain the electric sensation that snapped from the tips of her fingers as she unexpectedly brushed his warm skin. A blush crawled up her cheeks. “I’m sure we can explain this, amicably.” 

“Oh…” Realization washed over his face. “We haven’t met yet, right? Of course we haven’t.”

“What are you…” The girl pulled on the book, trying to retrieve it, but he easily slid it into the large pocket of his coat. The sudden lack of force made her bump her forehead against his chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’ll understand soon, at least I hope so because I don’t understand it myself.” He smiled cheekily. “Exciting isn’t it? The wibbly-wobbly… Anyway,” he trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m the Doctor and I’m kind of in the middle of something. Well, we are in the middle of something. But not right now. I mean, not with the right-now-you. See you later though!” With the last words, he jumped onto his feet and sprinted towards the end of the street.

“Doctor?! But what does that mean?!” She screamed at the figure of the peculiar man, becoming smaller and smaller with each passing second.

“I’ll come back, I promise! But stay where you are for the moment, I cannot handle another paradox right now!” The Doctor looked over his shoulder, smiling at her.

She swore under her nose. Some maniac has just stolen her favourite book with margins full of her personal thoughts and feelings.

Y/N didn’t know this, but this moment would change everything: how she saw the passing of time or the sky above her head. The darkness would become light and vice versa. Furthermore, her current self would become her future self, quarrelling outside the coffee shop’s window, instructing the Doctor to snap the ragged book out of her bag. Summing it up: it would all become a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey…stuff.

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I absolutely love your writing and all your works are amazing! I was wondering if you would ever consider doing a Jack x fem reader? Either a oneshot of where they first meet? Or a drabble about how they are together? Or quite honestly anything with Jack Harkness. Love ya!

done! x

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Captain Jack Harkness, Christmas disaster

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Captain Jack Harkness x reader

warnings: none. fluff with a christmasy ring to it word count: 600 request:  I absolutely love your writing and all your works are amazing! I was wondering if you would ever consider doing a Jack x fem reader? Either a oneshot of where they first meet? Or a drabble about how they are together? Or quite honestly anything with Jack Harkness. Love ya!

A/N: i decided on a completely fluffy first encounter. yes i know the summer has just started but i miss christmas and winter. i also added the 10th doctor into the mix. hope you like it! 

“Christmas disaster”

Sky falling over them, city lights snapping with electricity, people running around in terror – yet another Christmas Day in Britain. Y/N wished that just once the holidays were not going to be doomed by the atmosphere of death and an alien catastrophe. She even dared to expect snow and a couple of warm socks tucked underneath the Christmas Tree – that hopefully wasn’t deadly this time. How foolish of her.

He stopped, off all the people that passed her by.

There she was, on the slippery, ice-cold sidewalk, with a figure of a man looming above her body. By the look of his clothes, he was some kind of military officer with the suspenders peeking out of his dark coat and a blue shirt collar exposing the veins pulsing with adrenaline. Even though she spotted him running with the rest of the crowd, he seemed natural in what he was doing, almost like he had an experience with it. A peculiar man – dressed in a brown suit, a weird device in his hands –, that was sprinting side by side with him, run a couple of meters further, to stare at him with impatience.

An encounter with a god-like man while the world was on the brink of collapsing, Daleks shooting people in the street? Just her luck.

„Hello, my name is Captain Jack Harkness”. A smug smile danced in the corners of the man’s lips, his ocean-blue eyes glittering with playful sparkles. It was all it took, this one sentence, for the girl to be entirely smitten with him.

“Jack stop it!” His friend ordered him, looking around at people that were trying to find shelter, ‘Exterminate’ echoing in the streets.

“And you are?” Jack reached for her hand, numb from the cold wind that tangled her hair into something resembling a bird’s nest. As he helped the girl stand on her feet once again, she noticed how warm his skin was compared to her.

“I-,” she stopped to lick her lips that were washed with a purple colour because of the temperature, far below zero. “My name is Y/N. I slipped.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N, the girl who slipped. It’s no place to fall if you ask me. Spread out like this on the sidewalk, practically a welcome gift for the Daleks.” Captain Jack’s voice rung with an American accent, somewhat hard to come across in the middle of London.

“I’m,” she looked over her shoulder, noticing that the irritated gaze of Jack’s friend. A blush fell over her cheeks, “I was trying to get out of the city. Most of my friends are long gone, I guess I was stupid believing that Britain was safe at this time of the year.” Y/N explained herself, rocking on the heels of her shoes.

“Yeah, the Doctor is going to take care of that soon.” He flashed his teeth at her. “Fancy coming with me?”

“Doctor who?” The girl stared in confusion at her own hand, currently intertwined with the man’s fingers.

“Oh, you’ll find out for yourself, Y/N. Just don’t trip this time.”

At least one thing that Y/N wished for happened this Christmas. As they run off in the street, the snow has started to fall, burying their figures with white snowflakes.