#christopher eccleston x reader

[dreamtheatre]

hi! I've been really into doctor who lately, but I can't find many headcanons on tumblr!! if you have time or are interested, can you do headcanons of 9,10, and 11 having a crush on the reader? (or if you'd rather only do one, that's fine too!)

a/n hey! i absolutely love this idea... so let's do it!! i'm going to do this with our wonderful time lords 9 and 10.

Pairing: 9/10th Doctor x GN!Reader Fandom: Doctor Who Genre: headcannons, fluff Word Count: 708 Warnings: Nothing really... Obliviousness? Denial?

9th Doctor

he would never admit it, but he notices these little things about you.

your laugh... how the corners of your eyes crinkle and your head tilts back when something amuses you. he notices that when whatever you're laughing at is funny enough, your laugh turns into a bit of a wheeze. he can tell you're embarrassed by it, but he thinks its cute adorable nice.

he notices what your favourite colour is, and when he gets you a big box full of stuff that is your favourite colour he feels a smile stretch over his face when you grin. when you ask how he knew your favourite colour, he lied and said that the TARDIS told him (to which the TARDIS hummed in disagreement).

he notices what your favourite food is. he even takes you to the past/future to let you try all the different variations of your favourite foods.

he calls you "fantastic" a lot (Rose and Jack definitely notice)

he sees how close you are with Rose and Jack, but although he doesn't mind Rose, Jack notices how the time-lord's eyes get just a bit darker and a frown is etched on his face whenever he sees you with the 'handsome' ex-time-agent.

he never tells you any of this, though, because he doesn't know how he feels. the time war is still too fresh in his mind for him to come to terms with his emotions.

if you are there when he regenerates (which of course you are) he'll tell you that you were "bloody fantastic" one last time before the golden glow covers his body.

10th Doctor

this version of the time lord is different... you're not complaining though.

he rambles and rambles on about the planets, stars, and the galaxy and tells you about all the places he is going to take you (all the companions tell you he's just trying to impress you, but you wave them off, telling them he's just being his regular time lord self)

he can't help but smile when you smile, laugh when you laugh, and he has to fight of his tears when he sees you cry.

when you both lose Rose, he really does cry with you. he holds you tighter than ever and vows to never let the terrors of the universe reach you.

when you both meet Martha, the Doctor notices how you and her get along almost as well as you did with Rose. he happily takes the med-student along with you on your new adventures

he's beyond terrified when he gets possessed by the sun, thinking that he's going to hurt you (or worse, kill you) and there would be nothing he could do to stop himself. when you and martha save him, he contemplates taking you home, where you'd be safe from all the dangers of travelling with him, but you tell him that you're going to stay with him forever. he's stuck with you now (and he's not complaining at all)

when he turns into john smith, he falls in love with you instead of the matron. when the family of blood is defeated and he turns back into his old self, he hates that he can't bring himself to tell you that those three months, a mere fraction in his time lord life, was the best that he had ever lived.

after a year without you and the torture of being with the Master, the Doctor realises how short his time with you might be. when he sees his old friend, the Master, dying in his arms, he knows that he'd never forgive himself if he let anything happen to you

he finally tells you that he loves you

happily, he takes you out to romantic locations across the galaxy, picnics on New Earth, watching outer-space operas, and even just sitting on beaches on a planet where the ocean glows with pink and purple hues. he loves doing what you love

when Donna comes along, the Doctor and you both find her to be an amazing friend, and when you both meet a strange woman named River Song at the Library, she grins knowingly, knowing what the future had in store for the both of you.

end xx dreamtheatre requests are open!

[thirteens-lucky-tardis]

Things you do that make the Doctor smile ~ Headcanons

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Ninth Doctor

• Imitating someone's serious face

• Painting small stars and planets on his face with face paint

• Dancing to your favorite songs without realizing he's watching

• Stealing his pillow when you can't sleep

• Using one of the showers in the TARDIS and singing loudly

• Pulling gently on your earlobe when you're deep in thought

Tenth/Fourteenth Doctor

• Trying not to laugh when reading him bad poetry

• Buying Converse that match his

• Helping him match ties, shirts, and suits together

• Reading to him and using different voices for the characters

• Always touching his hair

• Falling asleep while cuddling

Eleventh Doctor

• Always making sure he has snacks (his favorites, since he's picky)

• Being just as eager to see everything in a museum as he is

• Buying him fun bowties every chance you get

• Drawing on his hand when you're nervous

• Sharing your stuffie collection with him

• Leaving little love notes all over the TARDIS for him to find

Twelfth Doctor

• Playing the guitar softly for him

• Sitting in silence when he's thinking

• Kissing his cheek right by his ear

• Ranting about things you like or things that you're excited for

• Putting small stickers on his regular sunglasses (not the sonic shades, don't worry)

• Humming gently as you play with his hair when he's stressed

Thirteenth Doctor

• Kissing her nose

• Immediately putting on her coat as soon as she sets it down

• Making her tea any chance you get

• Holding her face and just looking at her

• Honestly, just any form of physical contact

• Taking pictures of things you love, including her

Fifteenth Doctor

• Singing with him at the top of your lungs

• Always drawing with chalk on any planet the TARDIS lands on

• Making seashell necklaces

• Nibbling the sleeve of your sweaters when you're thinking or nervous

• Drawing him (badly, might I add, but he loves it anyway)

• Baking cookies in the TARDIS kitchen when you have time

[bkglovergirl]

if youre able could i request a 9th Doctor x reader with chronic pain? it can be headcannons or oneshot up to you. Just some regular comfort stuff kinda

As a chronic pain girl… I get it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 9th Doctor X Reader

Chronic Pain Reader

Word Count; 460

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➷He tried getting the TARDIS on multiple occasions to figure out what’s wrong with you

➷The TARDIS did in fact not find a solution 

➷You feel guilty and don’t tell the Doctor when the pain starts

➷The TARDIS learned to send the Doctor a signal with lights to let him know

➷You haven't caught on YET.

➷He’ll have you sit down and he’s painfully go to stores and take some medicine 

➷Yes Take the medicine, he doesn't pay

➷You ended up lecturing him that he has to pay

➷He never pays but tells you he does, he doesn't understand why he has to pay for something that helps the human body

➷He will give you the option though if you wanna stay in the TARDIS or the house 

➷There was one instance where you wanted to be home, your heating pad was there and everything else you needed

➷He took care of you of course

➷When it got late he suggested he should leave, you begged him to stay

➷He stayed

➷The next time you asked to stay in the TARDIS, you noticed that everything you needed was there

➷When you had fallen asleep he walked around and took note of everything he needed in the TARDIS

➷No, he did not pay

➷He asks you all the time if you wanna opt out of an adventure

➷He’ll never make the decision for you

➷Unless the TARDIS gives distress signals, if the TARDIS can’t find what’s wrong, she’ll do anything to help so she will regularly scan your body

➷He’ll refuse to do anything if you are in peak pain

➷there was one moment when this first started where he doubted letting you go as a companion because what would happen if the pain happened while you guys needed to run 

➷it causes a fight to happen between you two because it was his bright idea to bring it up during an adventure

➷you ended up proving him wrong when your pain got worse immensely and you still ran, and he proved to himself that he would do anything to protect you

➷On adventures especially if they involve eras where woman's pain is not cared about or modern medicine doesn't exist, he’ll use all his willpower to make sure you get what you need, always will make sure you are okay in any scenario 

➷Sometimes you cry out of frustration with the pain

➷He’ll stay and hold you for as long as you need

➷He gets so frustrated, not at you just with himself that he can’t help you

➷He would give up a regeneration, his being just to help you

[d1ckfarmdunn]

guys i’m making paintings of each doctor (so far just 9-13 until i get more of the wood things i’m painting on) and i wanna make each one have a different background color. pls give me ideas of what colors to do for each doctor! and i wanna eventually do companions too so if u guys have any ideas for companions lmk pls!!

[yoitsjay]

What If?

Warnings: fluff, a bit of childhood angst and trauma, mentions of abusive foster parents

Summary: You've been alone your whole life, so has the doctor, and when you met him you knew everything would change.

Pairings: Ninth Doctor x Male reader

Word count: 1,298

What if Rose Tyler was never born, in a parallel universe she's a dog- but what if Rose Tyler truly never existed… or maybe she did but she wasn't the one to meet the mysterious doctor that was everywhere but nowhere at the same time. What if?

Well if Rose Tyler never met The Doctor then here you are, in the TARDIS with the Doctor, adventuring and seeing places that you could never fathom before now. But what about before that? before you met the Doctor. You grew up bouncing around foster homes. you never ran but you always found yourselves in the homes that abused you or neglected you or used you for the money that they got to technically support you when in reality they never did.

You were fifteen and you already had three jobs, two during the weekday, from morning till noon and then noon till the evening, in the same company luckily enough, but then on the weekends you worked as a cleaning man for some pretty big businesses, working from five Am to 9 pm, quite a long work week. All the money you made you saved or used to buy your own food and appliances, as a kid you barely ate, only when the foster parents were gone at work or at night when they were sleeping. It was rough but this was your life and this is what you made out of it.

As soon as you were 18 you packed up all your food, your appliances and you took all the money you had saved ever since you were fifteen and you used it to rent an apartment, it was small and cheap and very run down but there was a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a very small living space. Now the next step was furniture as the apartment didn't come with it, you still worked your three jobs so there was limited time to actually decorate so for now you had a sleeping bag, a little lamp of your favorite animal and a pillow. A year went by and you quit the night job, now working from 5am to 9 pm which was a regulated job and it gave you more time in the afternoons now.

So for a few more years you worked and saved money and went to school on top of that, gradually collecting things for your home… Then your 24th birthday came around, July 2nd, 2005 and you were walking home from work, hands in your pockets as the rain dampened your hair and clothes. You stared down at your feet as you walked, having long memorized the path you took, but as you turned down a corner into an alleyway you walked right into a blue box, well- that wasn't there before and you knew it.

Before you could fall back however you felt hands grab under your arms, scooping you up and spinning you around where you came face to face with a man, short brown buzzed hair and dark eyes, beautiful dark eyes that looked like they have been through hundreds of years of death, living life to their fullest extent while seeing new things every day… A million stories locked in beautiful dark eyes.

"You alright love?" A voice flooded your ears, his voice. You quickly shook your head, clearing your throat as you took a step back, running a hand through your own hair as you nodded, looking back at the blue police box. "Yeah… I must be dreaming' cuz that box was never there before, and Police boxes aren't something you ever see in london…" You trailed off, looking back over at the man who stood there with a close lipped smile and a wondrous look in his eyes, and this made you curious.

"Who are you?" You asked, feeling just as curious as he seemed to be, you started to circle him while he stood in place, looking back into his eyes when you faced him again. "I am the Doctor, and you?" He answered before questioning who you were, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. "Y/n L/n… You said you're the Doctor? Doctor Who?" you asked, however he didn't answer that question and instead turned away from you and began walking towards the nearest shopping mall. You didn't want that interaction to just end, though it seemed like he expected it because he turned back to you with a bigger smile, extending his hand to you. "You coming or what?" He asked.

You approached him, nudging away his hand with a curious look, "Where are we going?" You asked him as he grabbed you arm and pulled you into the shopping mall, pulling out a thin leather wallet with a single piece of paper in it, flashing it to the nearest employee as he walked to the employee elevator, though they believed whatever was on the card because they let you in the elevator, and the Doctor pressed the button to the basement. "I'm going to kill some living plastic, care to help me? I could always use a second set of hands."

And that was the day you met the Doctor and left your life behind, after traveling with him, of course letting your landlord know you were off traveling for a while, not sure how long you would actually be gone, you fell in love with the idea of seeing other galaxies, meeting aliens of all kinds and saving the world. The doctor showed you so much and you never wanted it to end. After a year you came back home, and you and The Doctor stared into your decorated apartment. "So… are you staying home?" The doctor asked, staring at you as you looked right in front of you, at the place you fought hard for.

But this man was offering you something that could drive anyone mad, anyone but you. He was offering you worlds and galaxies and different times to travel too. You could go back in time and meet famous people. You thought back to your childhood, you recalled how you had nobody but yourself…

You turned to face the doctor, grabbing his hand tightly as you leaned into him. "Let me pack a bag and then we can go back to the TARDIS, alright?" You asked, watching as the doctor's smile bloomed. "of course, i'll meet you there." He started, squeezing your hand once before he leaned down and he kissed your temple. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment but when they opened again he was gone, back to his ship. So you didn't waste a second and you got packing, choosing some clothes that could blend in with any universe really, a white button up with a black vest and black dress pants to match, picking some boots that looked quite good with the whole outfit as well.

You packed some other sets of more casual clothes as well, taking along whatever cash you had, leaving everything else behind. You called your landlord, and told him you were leaving again, having found "work" overseas and that you'd be moving out. You told him to sell anything left behind in the apartment. He wished you good luck on your adventures, and you left with the doctor, dropping your bag on the TARDIS floor as the doctor embraced you. "So, where should we go? I'll take you anywhere." He stated, cupping your face in his hands.

"You pick… impress me." You whispered, and he smiled brightly before letting you go and approaching the TARDIS controls, flipping some switches and pressing a bunch of buttons, and off you went, to a whole other universe…

But you were by his side and what could be better than that?

……..

[lifeontoast]

A Christmas Carol

9th Doctor x reader

SUMMARY: For day 1 of Advent, here’s something for my Whovians… hope you enjoy. 9 and the reader travel back in time for a very Dickensian Christmas…

Trigger warnings: none, I don’t think.

…

That oh-so-familiar thworp of the TARDIS told you that you had arrived. Christmas 1843. The Doctor had chosen it after your previous adventure in the year 5487 - you wouldn’t be going back there in a hurry. He wanted something a bit… calmer for once. Not that he didn't love adventure, of course.

‘Okay, Y/N. It’s the 20th December 1843. Now tell me, what is special about this day?’ he quizzed you.

‘It’s… the day after A Christmas Carol was published!’ you loved that book a lot, and you knew that the Doctor did too. Where he was planning to take you, you couldn’t guess, but you were glad he’d chosen this date for your next little adventure.

‘And change out of those clothes please, you’ll show me up.’ he added with a sarky look in your direction. You rolled your eyes, but made your way to the huge wardrobe in the TARDIS to oblige. He held back a laugh as you left, and hearing this, you couldn’t help but smile. You never knew what you might find in there, it truly was an amalgamation of every type of clothing you could possibly imagine… mini-dresses, togas, suits and ties, and that one really weird fashion trend from the 7140s where everyone wore Scooby Doo onesies. However, you looked past all this to unearth exactly what you needed to find. You see, that was the thing about the TARDIS. She always knew just what you needed. You changed out of the clothes that had offended the Doctor so, and into these new ones. Looking in the mirror, you were pleasantly surprised. Never before had you thought it possible to look so good whilst wearing Victorian clothes. Still, everyday is a school day.

Making your way back to the main console, you found the Doctor wearing exactly the same outfit, except he had changed his jumper. You rolled your eyes, this was so typical of him! Oh well. It was always fun to play dress up with the Doctor, even if he always declined to participate. You’d get him out of that leather jacket one day if it killed you.

You’d brought yourself a scarf from the wardrobe, but decided that he was clearly more in need of it than you were. You walked up to him and carefully put the soft wool around his neck. He feigned annoyance but you could tell he was pleased that you’d been thinking about him again, something he was convinced you did far too much of. He gave you a genuine smile, which you reciprocated gladly.

On the cobbled streets of Victorian London, the snow was falling. Already there was a carpet of white on the stones, and it glowed under the light of the street lamps which lit your way. The sky was steel grey, polluted with the industrial smog of hellish factories lining the roads not far from here. Trying desperately to ignore the lingering, acrid smell of the blacksmiths next to where you had landed, you and the Doctor stepped out smartly, marvelling at every person who walked past. How little they knew of the future, that those factories that were the very lifeblood of the city would soon be nothing but a whisper sometimes talked about in history lessons.

You were confused about your destination, but the Doctor seemed to know where he was going. There was little decoration around the streets or in shop windows, but you remembered that people only started celebrating Christmas again because of A Christmas Carol, and that had only been published the day before. One shop stood out to you though; you saw it on the corner just ahead. It was decked out, even by modern standards. Golden and scarlet ribbons hung on every surface, and there was even a tree outside. Candles lit up the windows, revealing the large number of customers inside. The Doctor gave you a knowing look, and then you realised. That was your destination.

Inside the shop, there were what felt like thousands of people milling about everywhere, books in hand. Even though the shop was actually quite large, there was hardly room to breathe. However, no history lesson could have prepared you for what, or rather who, you were about to see. Coming into the main area of the shop, you saw Charles Dickens, sat at a table, talking to a lady in the most fabulous hat you’d ever seen. You felt your jaw drop in shock, whilst the Doctor just looked at you, laughing to himself. You turned to him and smiled. He was so clever, and he very well knew it.

He made his way to the front of the queue, much to the chagrin of everyone else, and proudly introduced you to Dickens. Apparently, Dickens and the Doctor were “very dear friends”! Well, trust him to hide a secret like that from you. A book had somehow found its way into your hands, and you gave it to Dickens to sign. He wrote this message inside it:

Dear Y/N,

Any friend of the Doctor is a friend of mine! I do hope you enjoy my little book.

Charles Dickens, Christmas 1843

You couldn’t believe it. A first edition of A Christmas Carol, signed by Charles Dickens? Now that was something you’d treasure forever.

Outside the bookshop, it has just started to snow. As the delicate flakes flew down from the sky, the Doctor offered you his arm, and you slowly wound your way down the cobbled street, amazed at all that was happening around you. You had a tremendous sense of foreboding, feeling satisfied that these people would very soon be rediscovering the joy of Christmas, and you were so glad to be able to share it with the Doctor.

This would be an adventure you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

…

Hope you enjoyed :)

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

doctor who won the vote last time which is an absolute slay you people have amazing taste, but now we gotta decide which doctor i’m writing for (these are just the ones i find easiest to write for no hate to all the other doctors)

[parvulous-writings]

Time Together // David Stephens x Male!Reader

Request:   Hello! I was wondering if I could request David Stephens x (more specifically) male reader? Just for the fact that the prompt would be coming out/getting together with a bit of fluff? Maybe in the flat (or before the murder thing). If you don't vibe with the prompt or anything about the request I totally get that, have a good day:)(sorry for requesting for him again)

Requested by: @peter-hughes-harmonies

Summary: The reader starts a relationship with David Stephens

Warnings: none :)

Words: 1.3K

Notes: Okay, so, this is my first time writing for a male reader, so I do apologise for any inaccuracies or dodgy writing- if I do portray anything inaccurately, please tell me, and I shall try to correct it in future! And don’t you dare apologise for requesting a character you love

I will, however, be apologising for the sporadic nature of this oneshot. It may feel like it hops back and forth a little (I don’t know, I am not very good at telling that kind of thing) This is because I wrote this during my mock exam period, and couldn’t really write in solid blocks like I normally do :) 

Not my gif

David had never really been one for going out alongside Alex and Juliet, unless they forced him that was. He was a quiet man, who preferred the simpler things of life. He would much prefer to spend an evening curled up with a book than spend a night out on the town, on a pub crawl. You had found this out for yourself, actually, within the first two weeks or so of staying with him and his flatmates. Alex had asked you all if you wanted to go out for a night, and whilst Juliet had been all for it, you and David had respectfully declined the offer- both of you holding your ground as Alex teased you almost relentlessly.

“God, you two are so boring.” Alex sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes at the pair of you. "Boring is a rather relative term, Alex." David replied, sighing quietly at his rather boisterous flatmate. "Oh, leave the pair of them." Juliet stepped in before an argument could break out between the pair, shaking her head slightly at the butting of heads. "Let's just go, or by the time we get to the pubs they'll be shut!" She laughed, tugging on Alex's arm gently. He quickly gave in to her, following her to the door of the flat with a little bit of a laugh. Thankfully the obnoxious sound faded quickly as the door shut behind them, leaving you and David in a peaceful, comfortable silence.

When the silence did break after both too long and too brief a period of time, it was David who spoke up.  “What are you thinking about?” He asked you, looking over the top of his glasses at you. “You have that... Thinking face of yours.” He noted, and you simply shrugged whilst you tried to think of an answer.  “I don’t know.” You responded, turning your attention back to the tv, letting whatever schlock that Alex had left on take your focus for a moment.

 David cleared his throat a little bit to get your attention again, and you looked over to him, resting your cheek on your shoulder. “What?” You asked quietly.  “What are you thinking about?” He asked again, leaning forward on the table he sat at. You let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head at him with a little bit of a smile playing on your lips. You decide to play along with his little game, pursing your lips in thought at him.  “You, I guess.” There’s a beat of silence, before David chuckles quietly at what your answer was- more in disbelief than anything else.  “You’re joking around, right? Please tell me you’re not starting to pick up on Alex’s sense of humour.” He mused, smiling slightly. 

“Yes... And no.” You reply. David quirks a brow at this, prompting you to go on. “I mean...” You begin, trying to find the right words for what you’re current train of thought is. “We spend a lot of time together... Both around and not around the other two.”  He nods slowly as you speak, seeing your point on this. “And... We know each other, fairly in-depth. I mean, especially when compared to the other two idiots.” You chuckle, and he nods again. “You have a point... Where are you going with this?” David asked, his brows starting to furrow again as you continued to steer the conversation the way you desired, with your sweater-clad flatmate along for the journey. 

“Well, normally, when people spend a lot of time together, they tend to start to grow really fond of each other.” You continue,  “Y’know, the exposure effect?” You prompt, using your hands for emphasis.  “Are you... Saying you’re fond of me?” David inquires, a smile starting to play upon his lips. “Maybe,” You reply, and he starts to smile a little wider, not too far off from a grin. A grin you were indeed very fond of. You start to smile back at him, the warmth spreading over your expression. 

“Well... Maybe I’m fond of you, too..” He mumbled, almost nonchalantly. It took you a couple of seconds to actually clock what he had said, and your smile grew ever wider.  “And you’re not joking around?” You ask, almost too used to this kind of thing with people like Alex.  “I’m not Alex.” David replies with a chuckle, seemingly catching on to your line of thought. “I don’t play around with people like he does, do I?” He shakes his head playfully at the phantom insinuation. “When have I ever lied to you?” 

He had you there. He hadn’t ever lied. Well, not enough to hurt your feelings; no, he had achieved the Golden Mean of honesty with you. Maybe less so with Juliet and Alex, but that was more because he just was not as open with either of them. Your relationship was special, a very close bond, and one that you both cherished deeply- perhaps more than you would have yourself believe. “Never,” You answered, lowering your gaze for a moment, though the smile didn’t drop with your eyes.  “Exactly.” David replied, almost with some pride, leaning back in his chair. 

You lapse into silence for a little while, you’re not really sure how long for. It could have been ten minutes, or maybe half an hour. You only know that it is David to break the silence again.  “So... We’re both fond of each other...” He says quietly, glancing down at his hands.  “It... Seems that way, yep...” You agree, nodding somewhat awkwardly. There’s another few beats of silence, but it is more... Awkward, almost more forced than before.  “So, with that.. In mind, so to speak, would you... Like to...Go out, sometime?” He asked. It was not unusual to see David in a state of nervousness, but this was something different, this was a strain of deep anxiety that clearly ran deep, you could tell by the way he was focusing on picking the skin around his nails as his words faded away. 

“You mean like... On a date?” You ask, slightly unsure as to how he meant.  “Uh- yes. Wait, no. No, wait yes.” David stumbled over his words, quickly trying to correct and re-correct himself. “Yes... Like a date.” He clarified. “I-if you wanted to, of course. You don’t have to.” He says quickly, nervous you’ll shun him and shoo him away for his offer, for his question; your friendship damaged, your bond irreversibly shattered. 

“Calm down, David.” You soothe, giving him a small, comforting smile. He seemed to perk up a little bit at that part, taking a tad of comfort in the fact that your friendship may be recovered, despite the rather awkward outing of himself.  “I’ll go out with you... Did you have a place in mind?” You ask quietly, and his face just lights up at your question.  “Um, yes, actually... I was thinking a walk in the local park, and then maybe that restaurant I told you about the other week? It’s relatively cheap, but still looks nice...” He told you with that tiny little smile of his, that only truly showed up in the absence of the others. 

You nod, rather eagerly, in agreement. “Now that sounds real nice.” You said quietly, and he seems nothing short of overjoyed. It warmed your heart to seem him so.. Happy. So purely happy and joyous, a side to him often ushered away in the face of Law and Miller. He sits there for a moment, happily beaming away to himself, before speaking again.  “Does this... Does this mean I can call you my...” He trails off, steeling his nerves to say the entire sentence, unbroken, and without an ounce of his anxiety showing through. “Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend?” He asked, and you start to mirror his wide and joyous smile, starting to nod at him. 

“Yeah... So long as we don’t tell the other two. Don’t think they’re quite ready for that one,” You joked quietly. David got to his feet, shuffling over to sit beside you, and putting an arm around your shoulder. “This is okay, right?” He asks, as you start to lean into him.  “Yeah, this is perfect.” 

[alloftheimagines]

the ninth doctor imagine | he tells you he loves you after you hurt yourself

masterlist | request an imagine

words: 954

warnings: none

prompt: [ requested by @sammyward ]  Could you, maybe, write about getting hurt on one of the everyday adventures with the Doctor. But he freaks out and treats the injury like its something huge because that was the day he was going to tell you that he likes you. You pick which Doctor.

[I picked nine because he’s my favourite and I will fight anyone who underrates him. Also, he’s sassy asf and I love it.]

“Doctor, I told you I’m fine,” you sigh, having said the same thing at least five times now. You had hit your head on one of your many adventures with the Doctor, and he had rushed you back to the T.A.R.D.I.S without a second thought to examine you properly. He was frowning at you now, his faces inches from yours as he kneeled with his hands cupping your jaw. “And I told you you might have a concussion,” he retorted before pursing his lips and pressing a cold cloth to your head. “Couldn’t you be more careful, just once?” You rolled your eyes. “It’s a small bang to the head, not a limb in need of amputating. You don’t usually kick up such a fuss when I hurt myself.” “Yeah well,” he stood up when he was sure that you could press the cloth to your head yourself, “the amount of times you hurt yourself, I’m surprised you’re even alive. You’ve got to be more careful, [Y/N].” “I would have been if I knew you would overreact like this.” “Like what?” he asked, feigning innocence. “You should be flattered I care.” “Yeah, yeah.” You dismissed him with a wave of your hand and stood up, throwing the damp cloth away and trying to ignore the dizziness you felt at the sudden bout of movement. When you turned, the Doctor was stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at you as if to say ‘I told you so.’ “And why do you care so much, Doctor? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a little bit scared of losing me.” “No.” His face hardened and he turned to the control panel to avoid your curious gaze. “I just wouldn’t wanna face the wrath of your mother if anything happened to you. She’d probably kill me, and after centuries of time-travelling, it wouldn’t really be the best way to go.” “Oh,” you nodded, inching around the panel until you were standing beside him. “If you say so.” There was an uncomfortable pause and you cleared your throat. “So, where are we off to next?” “Oh no.” He shook his head. “You’re going home. You need to rest until I’m sure you’re alright.” Your heart dropped to your stomach at that. You had been home only a handful of times, and each time you had always been worried that you’d be left there, that somehow the Doctor would forget about you or decide that he didn’t want you to come back to him. Your fear was evident when you paled, and the Doctor noticed immediately. “[Y/N]? You alright?” He stopped what he was doing, sitting you down again. “I told you you had a concussion. You need to go to the hospital.” “No.” He was fussing around you again, feeling your forehead for your temperature and scrutinising the small bump on your temple. You wafted his arms away. “No, stop. I’m fine, alright? I’m fine. Just don’t take me home.” He stepped away from you, exhaling in irritation. “Can’t you just let me help you for once? Why’d you have to make it so difficult?” Anger bubbled within you, though you couldn’t be sure why. “Why are you trying so hard? You know as well as I do that I’ll be fine in a few hours. Is this just some excuse to get me to go home, ‘cos if you want me gone, all you have to do is say!” Shock flashed across his features. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it? Because I don’t get it, Doctor. I really don’t. You’re never like this.” “Yeah, well maybe I should be. Maybe I'm afraid that one day you’ll do more than trip over a loose floorboard or bang your head on a doorframe. I’m not sending you home ‘cos I want you gone, [Y/N]. I’m sending you home ‘cos I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something really did happen to you and I lost you for good.” “I chose this life. I knew what I was signing up for. You wouldn’t have to feel guilty,” you frowned. “It’s not about the guilt! I…” he trailed off, his mouth opening and closing as though he couldn’t find the words. “You what, Doctor?” “I…I like you, alright? More than like you. An’ if something were to happen to you, I don’t know if I could take that. I was gonna tell you under much better circumstances, but then you went and hit your head--typical--so there it is. Plain and simple. I don’t wanna lose you ‘cos it would break my heart—both of them, actually. You're all I have. You're all I want, in this whole flaming universe. Is that alright?” Now it was your turn to be speechless. You gaped at him, unable to make sense of any of it. “What are you saying?” He sighed, rolling his eyes in his usual fashion and extending his arms out as though to prove whatever point it was he was trying to make. You half-expected him to stamp his foot, too. “I am saying,” he spoke slowly as though you were unable to speak English, “that I am in love with you. Alright? I’m in love with you, and you don’t make it easy when you’re always hurting yourself.” “Oh.” You gulped. “Well…that changes things. I…” You didn’t get chance to find out what it was you were going to say, and neither did he, because he was kissing you before you could continue. “Oh,” you said again when he pulled away. “All this ‘cos I have a concussion? Maybe being clumsy isn’t so bad after all.” “If it’s all the same to you,” he whispered, “I’d much rather have you in one piece if we keep this up.”

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Breathe Masterlist

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

[supernova-variations]

9th Doctor, “I was fantastic once”

(not my gif!)

9th Doctor x reader warnings: angst word count: 500 request:  angst with 9th doctor x reader pretty please? A/N: only a couple of days ago we wondered if ‘it would be worth it’. i managed to turn all of our thoughts into this one-shot you requested. this is for you and for your doctor. i love you, xx

‘I was fantastic once’

„Was it worth it?” This question became as familiar to Y/N as a simple ‘how are you’. When she thought about it, it completely substituted the polite implies and greetings, she encountered countless of times. But that was before him. To be precise, before she grabbed his hand without a second thought and run for her life.

Y/N Y/S, run for your life – the sentence echoed in the back of her head, accompanied by the reminiscent of a TARDIS’s soft humming. The utterance that doomed her existence. But it was only a part of her subconsciousness, something she couldn’t exactly pin-point. It became the thing that made her stop on the sidewalk or stare at a wall with a blank expression. The tiresome attempts to rerun the melody of the Doctor’s voice were pointless. At times she couldn’t even remember his face.

Everyone knew she wasn’t fine. How could she be? Bruised, shattered, exiled to a mundane life. Alone, at last.

“I don’t know.” She replied every single time, even though she knew the correct answer – at least the thought she did.

If she dared to be honest and face her fears, she would say something along the lines: meeting people changes you, for the better and for worse. Similarly, leaving people behind affects you in the same way. You are left with all the agony, hardship and desolation. The happy memories become a mere background of what you’ve experienced, what you saw. Y/N would often laugh at the claim that people usually remember the worst of things. Now she wouldn’t have the courage to argue with them.

Sure, she discovered things about herself she had no knowledge of. She learned no to be scared to love, to show empathy, to act like a coward sometimes, to be kind. Amongst all of those things, to be kind.

Travelling with the Doctor is extraordinary, especially when he calls you fantastic, with a big smile reaching his ears to accompany the words of encouragement. However, all becomes blurred when it’s over. The memory just passes away, bursts like a bubble, dies away after a couple of days like a butterfly.

Y/N, you are just fantastic. F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C. Should I say it once more?

Y/N couldn’t seem to remember anything else besides death, rage and pain she encountered. Because it was easier this way. She had to completely detach herself from the warm smiles, lingering touches and the smell of the leather jacket. Somehow, those things were even more devasting that experiencing the Earth’s last day with her own eyes.

“Was it worth it?” She asked herself while staring at the dark sky, glistening stars mirrored in her watery eyes. Hazy images of planets discovered, people saved… was it worth it, if in the end, she was the one that needed saving? “Forget-me-not, Doctor, Forget-me-not,” she whispered, allowing a single tear to roll down her cold cheek. “I was fantastic once,” Y/N reminded the sky, with a bitter smile playing on her trembling lips. “And so was he.”

[biscuitfam]

A Death’s Beginning

Request: “Helps on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.” and “Don’t die on me!” with 9th, please @tagthetrekkie

WC: 725

TW: Mentions of blood and violence, ANGST, but a happy ending.

Summary: After an adventure gone wrong the Doctor realizes something that he tried so desperately to block out and keep himself from. When he sees you “die” before his eyes he gives in to his true feelings. He gives into the domestic nature of humankind.

A/N: This was a hard kind of hard to write, but I love a good challenge. The doctor being all domestic and in love like?? YES! I think I’m going to start a tag list, PM me to be put on it :) Also make sure you have notifications on so you never miss a fic :)

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“ Helps on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.”

All you saw was black. The room had become blurry and your vision slowly slipping away into nothingness. While adventures normally go wrong, it had never gone this wrong. The doctor ripped a portion of his shirt and wrapped it around your middle attempting to slow the blood loss. This was one of the major reasons why he hated guns. Guns have never in the history of any world solved anything. They only brought more pain and destruction.

You were dying and that was clear. His throat constricted and his grip on your arm tightened. Never before had he felt for someone like this and it scared him. It truly scared him and rocked his soul. Domestics were for the humans. For apes. He didn’t do domestics, he didn’t love. Well, he didn’t fall in love. Sure he loved his friends as friends. Sure he loved his granddaughter Susan. However, romance? Feelings?

He scooped you into his arms glaring at the woman who stood across from them, gun still in her hands. The look in the eyes alone made her back away and drop the gun to the floor. She whispered something softly into her headset and her men retreated. A man of legend. A man of war. The Oncoming Storm. A man who takes down an army with a single look, never once raising his voice or lifting a finger.

He turned away with boots marching in the marsh and debris, tears sliding down his cheeks as he brought you into the TARDIS and to the med bay. At this point, your skin felt cold and damp with a clammy sweat. The Doctor scrambled around in the cupboards between vials of medications, antidotes, and mysterious unknown liquids.

“ Doctor, I feel cold.” You whimpered and slowly reached up for his hand, his usually cold skin warm to your touch. You smiled and begun to nod off as exhaustion overtook you.

“ Don’t die on me, y/n.” His Northern accent was deep and raw between the hefty depths of air he took in. Between all the fear and all pain we felt one thing was for sure — he had fallen for you. He gave in to his anti-domestic ways and most of all fell in love with a human. A bloody human.

He managed to slow the bleeding and shot you with some adrenaline to keep you awake. However, your vitals were low. At this point, he only had one choice. He pressed his lips to yours broke a piece of himself away from you, golden light swirling around the both of you. It felt intense as if your lungs were burning down and rebuilding at the same time. Your wounds healed and your heart burned. Your skin had brightened dramatically and eyes light up like fireworks in the higher sky.

Bright and glittery, extraordinary.

You lay there lifeless except for your eyes. He thought he lost you, he thought you were gone. In every sense, your body wasn’t reacting. The machines were picking up a heartbeat. To him you were lifeless, but in reality, your life with the Doctor had begun. Well, begun in a new way. Immortality He gave away some of his lives to give you one.

One that you could forever spend with him.

“Don’t die on me!” He growled as he stumbled back, lips slightly stained and eyes watery. He felt so beyond conflicted with his feelings for you. His opinions and views went topside. The man sunk to the floor with his head buried between his knees, hands holding the back of his head. He had given up. The TARDIS kept nudging his mind to stop crying and to go back to you at which he mocked. How could he stop crying? How could he be okay?

“ Doctor?”

There you were alive and kicking, unaware that you were with him. Forever. You would be by his side through the thick and thin, through changing faces. At last, the Doctor found someone he couldn’t lose, not really anyway. He glanced up in disbelief, standing and rushing over to your side. He smiled brightly and cupped your cheeks and leaned against you and muttered softly against your hair one single word.

“ Fantastic.”

[fernando-jpg]

Imagine:

After a huge fight with The Doctor, you leave the Tardis. You spend a night at your friends house and when, the morning next day, you look at your phone, you see huge amount of missed calls and text from your dear Doctor.

Not mine gif!

[cxsmicals]

Create Something New

Any Doctor x Alien!Reader

Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on my last story. I know these things are a little all over the place but it has been such a long time. Anyway, this really works with any Doctor above 9 but I’m not giving any specific names so it doesn’t matter. Also this isn’t a romance story, sorry, this has a more family-oriented theme. 

Warnings: A LOT of angst, but that’s what the show is known for, and death (which is kind of in this). 

Inside the TARDIS, safe again, The Doctor runs back to the controls to take them both on another grand adventure. His mood was particularly bright today, even after the little run-in with the Daleks. (Y/N) had taken a second to catch their breath as they watched with fascination as the doctor flipped switches to take them to the next paradise. “So what do you think? Wanna stay closer to earth? Or maybe somewhere more exotic?” The Doctor was speaking so fast that (Y/N) could barely keep up with the pace. Their head was spinning. 

“Doctor-“ (Y/N) tried meekly. 

“Maybe it is safer to stay closer to earth, lot of nastiness after that fight-“

“Doctor”

“Also something’s wrong with the TARDIS, she’s refusing to go anywhere-“

(Y/N) stood up, “Doctor-“

“Well the binary seems jammed, so I may have to-“

“DOCTOR” (Y/N) yelled. The force of their voice created a splitting headache and forced them on their hands and knees, with one hand cradling their stomach. The Doctor finally managed to take their eyes off the machine and ran over. 

“(Y/N) what is it? Are you okay?” (Y/N) tried their best to look up, and moved their hand away to reveal a dark stain on their hand. The Doctor’s eyes grew wide. “Not to worry (Y/N)! We’ll patch that up and get right back to traveling.”

(Y/N) chuckled a little and tried their best to stand again. They looked at the stain covering their hand and came to a decision. “How about a trip, Doctor? You’re always taking me and your companions on such amazing journeys, so I want to take you somewhere.” Their eyes crinkled at the ends.  

“Are you sure? I’m more concerned with the-”

“Trust me, this place will make me feel a lot better.” (Y/N) urged.

“A-alright then… The floor is yours.” The Doctor sounded steady, but inside they were terrified. 

With some assistance, they moved to the console. (Y/N) placed their hands on the buttons and closed their eyes. “Come on old girl, you know where I want to go, so take me there.” 

The TARDIS roared to life, and it was only an instant before she quieted back down. “The door, Doctor.” (Y/N) said. 

The Doctor moved to the door and opened it. (Y/N) moved to their side and looked out over a swirling mass of color. There was a large bright sun in the center with swirling colors of red, green, and blue painted on a canvas of orange. “Where is this?” The Doctor asked. 

“This is called Galaxia Inconcordia.” (Y/N) replied

“The Incomplete Galaxy” The Doctor said, amazed.

“This galaxy just refuses to form. There are many theories as to why it will never form, but I know why. It’s missing something, like a key or a final push.” 

“It’s missing you.” The Doctor finished. (Y/N) held their hands out and flourished a small light that quickly zoomed towards the sun’s surface.

“I was born here. The outer rings grew me for the explicit purpose of joining with the star to create a brand new galaxy. But I was taken before I could make it. That’s when I met you, Doctor.” (Y/N) smiled again before weakly crumpling to the ground. The Doctor quickly caught them before placing them steadily on the ground, and cradling (Y/N)’s head in their lap.

“Doctor, I can’t. We both know what this means.” (Y/N) started. 

“No. You can’t leave me.” The Doctor spoke quietly. 

“That’s not your choice. I’m sorry Doctor.” 

“NO! (Y/N) you’re the only steady thing in my life besides the TARDIS! Every companion I have ever taken, every single one of them, has left me! By either some horrible tragedy or they just can’t stay! You were the only person who stayed with me no matter what. You can’t leave me too!” The Doctor was cradling their head and letting the tears fall freely. 

“I want to create something Doctor. There’s still enough life in me to finish the galaxy. If I’m going to die, I want to create something, not just sit in the TARDIS.” (Y/N) tried to sound civil. The Doctor’s tears stopped flowing, they were staring down at (Y/N) with glassy eyes. 

“You’ll still see me Doctor. When the galaxy is finished, you’ll be able to explore it till your heart’s content. You’ll feel me in every space wind, and when the sun hits your face. I’ll paint the planets your favorite colors.” (Y/N) laughed, and the Doctor laughed with her. 

“You always were a magnificent artist.” The Doctor said. (Y/N)’s eyes crinkled, and they stared out the door and held a hand out to the sun. The Doctor sighed, and gave a final kiss goodbye to the top of their head. “Goodbye, old friend.”

“Don’t worry yourself too much, this is what I was made for.”

(Y/N) gathered their strength and stood. Their feet hit carried them all the way, as if welcoming an old friend. The Doctor stood up and proudly watched them go. (Y/N)’s silhouette finally disappeared as the sun roared and a massive light enveloped the galaxy. 

The galaxy was complete, but the Doctor couldn’t stomach a trip inside right now. They switched the TARDIS back on and went to return to earth. The TARDIS gave a mournful whirl as it slowly disappeared to return to the Milky Way. 

The Doctor would never forget (Y/N) or their last sacrifice. Maybe (Y/N) would be able to return once the galaxy stabilized, or maybe it was better this way. Either way, the Doctor swore to always return to (Y/N)’s galaxy and protect it. One fateful decision for the loneliest being in the universe. 

Thanks for reading, I have a few stories lined up that need some inspo for, so I’ll try to churn those out. I don’t know if I’ll be returning to Doctor Who since it’s been YEARS since I’ve watched the show, but I’ll see what I can think of.

[yoitsjay]

Doctor Who Masterlist

Angst: ♤

Smut:☆

Fluff:♡

Male reader: ●

Gn reader■

9th Doctor

Oneshots:

•What if?♡●

Series:

Headcannons:

Tenth & Fourteenth Doctor

Oneshots:

°Not A People Person■♡

°The Universe Is Yours●♡

°You Are Not Alone■♡♤

Series:

Headcannons:

Eleventh Doctor

Oneshots:

•Indestructible♤ [mature]

•The Masters Progeny■

Series:

Headcannons:

[pan1c1ng]

Wrong Time

Pairing: Nine x Reader (sort of), Mentions of Rose and Thirteen

Plot: After Rose Tyler declined the offer of traveling in space with the Doctor, he went and moved on with his life. Traveling through time and space, saving people and well, being the Doctor. Until he lands back on Earth and runs into someone from his very distant future; someone he hasn’t met.....yet. What if this person helped change his mind about traveling alone without his bad wolf girl?

Word Count: 1,754 (yikes)

Authors Note: This is based on a theory that I very much fell in love with. I can't find the original post in which said theory is discussed, but if you know then please let me know so I can tag it! I thought it was a really good idea for a fic. This is my first Doctor Who fic, so please let me know if I should continue on with writing them! Also, Nine just needs more love. Thanks for reading!

Gif Credit: @spaceandtimegifs

     The Doctor you had been traveling with was very different than the one that you had just run into. She had mentioned before that she had been a man before and that her species could change every cell in their body when they died. So all that you understood. But it was still weird calling this man ‘The Doctor’. The only similarity you noticed was the northern accent and the eyes as old as the universe. This man had large ears and a very oversized leather coat. But, you had to admit, he was very handsome. You ended up in the wrong year with your Doctor and then somehow ended up alone as the TARDIS dematerialized with the Time Lady still inside. But he didn't know any of that, you thought it would be better if he didn’t know who you were, yet.

     So there you were the two of you. Running down a street in London, hand in hand in immediate danger. For you, this was just another day in your life. Running with the Doctor, trying to save every person that you can. But for this Doctor, he was very suspicious of how well you were taking all of this. Any other stranger would be asking him all these questions about who he was and why they were running towards danger instead of calling the police and ‘Doctor Who??’. But not you. You were so calm, and that concerned him. Reaching the unfamiliar yet familiar looking TARDIS, you already expected what others wouldn't on the first meeting with this spaceman. Though the interior was a bit of a shock at first. “Yes, I can already tell what you’re gonna say. It’s bigger on the-” “-inside. Yea I get that bit.” You cut the Doctor off mid-sentence as you looked around in awe at the old interior. “I like it. I don't know, seems a bit more you.” You spun around the console room as you examined the new terrain. Looking back at the man, he leaned his hands against the main console and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. Pulling the lever to make his ship sail. “Yea, I think so too. Fantastic isn’t it?” This cheeky smile appeared on his face. Almost like a switch of moods. In a way, it scared you how easy it was for him to do that. The Doctor you knew seemed to always be in this cheery mood. You looked at him with so much wonder. He was so brand new to you. Definitely not the same person. Gender aside and all that. His whole demeanor was different. 

     Hours had passed and victory was all yours. The creature had been sent back to its home planet under the command that it should never return to the Earth. You and the Doctor sat in a small cafe at six o’clock in the morning, the sun rising over the city. The golden hour. You both had warm cups of coffee sitting in front of you with a small loaf of banana nut bread for the two of you share. The Doctor shared stories with you about his past adventures. Some of which you had heard loads of times. Others were like brand new symphonies to your ears. But the ones you had heard, there were added details. The story was the same but it sounded a bit more honest with this voice. This different demeanor of your best friend. Silence fell between the two of you before the Doctor spoke up. “Travel with me.” The Doctor said. You looked up from your cup of coffee with little expression. His eyes looked so tired and so sad, but also had a small glimmer of hope and yearning. You smiled, thinking of the first time your Doctor had said those words to you. How nervous and scared you were, yet excited and curious. You felt those things now, but you somehow also felt a feeling of sadness. “I haven’t told you who I am, Doctor. You know my name of course, but who I am is far more important.” His mood seemed to change.

     “I can’t travel with you. Well, not this you. I’m someone from your future, Doctor. Very distant future. Basic story; something bad is going to happen to the planet, you come along, you meet me, we save the day, we start traveling together.” He sits back in his chair, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked. “So, how are you here. If you’re supposed to be with....me? Have I abandoned you?” The Doctor’s voice turned to a higher pitch with his last question. “No..Yes...I really don’t know. The TARDIS landed here, I stepped out first and then it dematerialized. You were still inside, but I know you, Doctor. You’ll be back soon. I’m not stuck here. You always come back.” He looked sad in a way. “If I don’t, then will you travel with me. You’re brilliant. I can’t wait all that time. I don’t want to.” He said. Your breath hitched. He didn’t seem confident in your Doctor’s reappearance, and that made you fearful. But you contemplated it. How else would you get home? “If that were the case then yes. In that situation, if you didn't return, then I would travel with you.” He smiled slightly, but it wasn’t a happy smile of relief or gratitude. His smile showed sadness and regret. 

     A couple of minutes had passed by. This new version of your best friend was growing on you, and a small part of you didn’t want to leave him. He seemed lonely as if he was waiting on the edge of his seat for someone to come along. Your Doctor didn’t tell you a lot about her past, but you did ask once in a while if there was anyone else. Anyone other than you, which of course there was, but the look on her face when she talked about them was not the reactions you were expecting. It was mostly an overall look of sadness and regret. But she came around to you one day. You knew about Donna, the one who forgot. You knew about Martha, the one who left. And Rose. How she talked about Rose was something that stuck with you. You didn’t know why. But it did prompt you to ask your next question. “Where’s Rose?” The Doctor stopped sipping his drink and looked up at you. He looked confused. “How do you know about Rose?” “You talk about her sometimes. You talked about her when you were....you.” He paused again, putting his cup down and crossing his arms against his chest.

     “She said no. She was one of the few that did. I can’t go and change someone's mind like that now can I?” He talked about the situation like it was no big deal. But you knew another side of that relationship. You knew the Doctor loved that wonderful blonde woman. “Yes, you can. You have changed my mind so many times. So who’s to say that you can’t change hers?” His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t buying the plead to go back to her. “Doctor, the way you talk about her is nothing to push aside-” “Rose Tyler was just a girl that I met-” “Not to you!” Interrupting each other was something you both did well. “That girl made you happy, Doctor. Being with her made you feel something. You never said it in so many words, but I’m quite good at reading people. It’s one of my many talents.” You sat back in the booth, picking up your coffee mug and taking a sip. “I haven’t felt anything in a very long time, Y/N. How is a shop girl going to change that?” He shakes his head and looks out the window of the diner. The streets were starting to fill with people and cabs now. His focus was drawn back to you as you grabbed one of his hands. “Why don’t you go and find out. You’ve got a time machine. Use it.”

     An hour or so passed. You had gotten a call from your Doctor saying that she was on her way to you. Now you were at a meeting place with your new and old friend. “So, no chance of staying with me?” He looked down at you with a small smirk plastered across his face. You rubbed his shoulder gently, a reassuring gesture. “There are so many people out there who come before me. Good people that you haven’t met yet and some that you already have. The day when we cross paths again will come. And I promise we’ll go on so many adventures together. But until then, you know what to do.” In a way, you were sad to leave him. You had grown quite fond of this man. The faint sound of the TARDIS could be heard down the street. You turned towards the direction of the machine. He gripped your free hand, the way a child does with his mother when he doesn’t want her to leave. You turned back around and gave him a hug. “Thank you for being my Doctor.” You closed your eyes as the words made your throat tighten with emotion. You let go of each other. Making your way back to the TARDIS, his voice called out for you. “Y/N!” You stopped and turned to face him. “That man you’re with. Whoever he is. Just tell me, is he happy? Finally? Am I ever going to be happy?” He didn’t sound so sure of himself. But you smiled. “Oh Doctor, my Doctor. Believe me, she is absolutely...Fantastic.” His expression changed from unsure to surprised to happy in a matter of seconds. You turned back towards the ship, pulling the spare key out of your pocket. Reaching the door, you glanced back one more time to see him, but he was gone. You smiled to yourself once more before disappearing into the time machine.

     The Doctor made his way back to his TARDIS. Once inside, he pulled levers, pressed buttons and set a date and time for a destination. 2005. Seconds after Rose Tyler declined his offer. The TARDIS landed within a minute or two of travel. The nineteen-year-old girl turned back around to the sound of the ship that she had just become so familiar with. The Doctor poked his head outside the door. “Oh, did I mention it also travels in time.”