#eleven imagine

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine telling the Doctor why you’re hesitant to take another trip…

We should do it again. What do you say to another trip?

You gave your reply and the Doctor frowned, quite honestly very puzzled to have heard the word from your mouth. “Did you say no?”

You nod back unsure of why you felt so shameful about it. You had nothing to be ashamed about. Your reply was based on fact.

“Why?” The Doctor questioned. “We had fun didn’t we? Met new people, ate lots of food.”

Taking a long sigh, you walked around the console, fingers gently tracing the oddly shaped glowing buttons.

“I just - I can’t.” You said and paused to look up at the Doctors face. “It’s not that I don’t love our trips or your company because I do. But I…”

“You what?”

“I’m scared.” You confessed and before the Doctor could begin listing a hundred of the scariest foes you both faced, you continued. “I’m scared of what happens to the people you travel with.”

The Doctors expression dropped. It was unreadable and you hated that it was you who had been the cause of it. Unfortunately, it was the truth and you promised the Doctor early on to never lie unless it was critical.

But right now as you stood before the Time Lord - you wished you had lied.

“Listen, I know it’s not your fault. But I’ve seen the history and it doesn’t lie. To venture with you is like a-” you stopped yourself from saying ‘death sentence’ and started again. “I love our adventures. I enjoy a few risks. But even you can’t guarantee that I’ll return home.”

The Doctor simply stared at you. There was no movement, it honestly had you questioning if the two hearts were even beating. After what felt like ten supernovas, the Doctor moved to the console and flicked at a few buttons and knobs until the TARDIS began to stir.

“Where would you like to be dropped off?”

At the question, you felt a lump in your throat. Swallowing it down, you provided your destination and watched as the Doctor mapped a course before leaving console and disappeared behind a large door.

As you felt your heart break, the TARDIS whined mechanically. Gently rubbing the console, you sighed. “I don’t want to go either. But I’ve been marked with a bio-tracker. Wherever I go, enemies will find us. If I don’t leave now, the Doctors life will be in imminent danger and that’s one risk I’m not willing to take.”

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[skylarinfinity]

[m/n trying to sleep but it's already 4am]

m/n: [sighed] i'm going to have bad day today- [he hear his door open so he turn to who is it and it's eleven in her pajamas]

eleven: [walk to m/n bed and cuddle with him] i know you can't sleep so let's cuddle.

m/n: [immediately feeling sleepy] thank you el...

[m/n door open again and this time it's hopper]

hopper: [glare at m/n sleeping and turn to eleven] left the door open.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Eleven x Male Reader?

Eleven lays on her bed, depressed…

Y/N walks in with a bag of goodies…

Y/N: hey baby. I know you weren’t feeling too well so I brought-

Eleven rummages thru the bag and finds-

Eleven: Eggo!!! My favorite!!! Thank you thank you thank you

She hugs Y/N tightly and then runs off to find a toaster…

[dannyboy-writes]

Hi! Could I please request an eleven x sibling reader where she helps the reader with their depression?

Short one but hope you like it!

One of the ‘Don’t be stupid’ rules that the policeman had told you and your sister was not to leave the house. 

Not at any time. Not for any reason.

Eleven had trouble keeping to her word, you not so much.

Eleven had noticed how less cheerful you had gotten. How your face barely left your pillow.

She would bring you breakfast and sit by your bedside, helping you up when you were feeling extremely down.

She made you Eggo’s and hot chocolate. She’d fill your ears with how the squirrel tried to cross through a tree branch to get to a little bird that quickly flew away. 

“Do you want to come see the bird with me?” She asked you, hot chocolate in her hand.

“The policeman said we shouldn’t leave.” You said, putting on a hoodie.

“We’ll just look from the window.” She smiled.

“Okay.”

You two went towards the window and sat in front of it, seeing the little bird up the tree.

“This is nice,” you told her with a slight smile.

“I’ll help you.” She told you. “Family helps each other.”

“Thanks El, I appreciate that.”

[unamused-boss]

Lipstick Stains

Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader

Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.

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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.

"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.

"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.

"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.

"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.

"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.

"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.

Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.

"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.

"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.

"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.

"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.

"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.

"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.

"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.

Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.

"Hargrove."

"Harrington."

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."

"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.

"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.

"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."

"But-" You stopped him from continuing.

"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."

Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.

"So what are you doing here, handsome."

"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.

"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.

"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."

"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."

"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."

"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."

"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.

"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.

"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."

You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.

I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.

Thank you for reading.

[dollsanddandy]

You know what? Fuck lettergate. What about Max’s letters??

It’s always painting this, “Mike has secret letters for Will” that…

What about Max’s letters???

Yes, Will made something beautiful for Mike… but Max made something beautiful for every single one of her friends. I want that. That one. Give me that lettergate.

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part eleven: somebody's watching me

word count: 1.9k

warnings: paranoia, being watched, stalking, etc.

ten | eleven | twelve

Logan had been watching her all week.

He had watched her leave her apartment for her date with Alex, the way she hesitated at her door for half a second before stepping out, smoothing her hands over her coat as if steadying herself. He had followed at a careful distance as she walked to the restaurant, tracking her movements without ever getting close enough to raise suspicion.

He had watched her meet Alex – had seen the way the guy smiled at her, how he pulled her chair out for her, how she laughed at something so hard that her eyes crinkled at the corners.

Then he had watched her come home, her expression thoughtful, fingers lingering on the strap of her bag as she unlocked her door.

She hadn’t known she was being followed.

Logan never got caught.

It was part of his job – only being visible when he wanted to be.

People were oblivious—too caught up in their own worlds to notice the subtle things. The man who sat on the same park bench every other day, always scrolling through his phone. The extra customer in a café, sipping coffee while pretending to read today’s paper. The car parked just a little too conveniently on the corner, its driver somehow never actually going anywhere.

He leaned casually against a lamppost across the street from Brews & Books, dressed in a well-worn hoodie and jeans, a disposable coffee cup in one hand. The cup wasn’t empty, but he wasn’t really drinking it either—just using it as a prop like the camera slung around his neck to give him the appearance of any other student, perhaps one studying film or photography. 

Across the street, inside the sunlit café, Y/N sat at one of the back tables, a book open in front of her and a cup of tea resting beside it. The shop was quiet at this hour, none of the usual rush hour customers, their usual hum of conversation replaced by the occasional rustle of her pages turning or the faint clatter of a spoon against porcelain.

She looked up when she heard the phantom sound of a camera shutter, and had barely pinpointed a head of blond hair standing on the other side of the street.

But when she blinked, there was no one there at all.

It had started small.

A lingering glance over her shoulder as she left work. A slight hesitation at crosswalks, as if debating whether to change her usual route. She hadn’t altered her patterns yet, but Logan could tell she was considering it.

She was smart. Observant in a way most people weren’t.

It was a problem.

Logan exhaled slowly, tilting his head just slightly as he spoke into the discreet mic clipped beneath the collar of his jacket. His voice was low, casual. No one would think twice if they overheard him.

“She’s gonna catch on soon. This is why I don’t like round the clock work, strategically it's got the highest probability of–.”

Lando’s voice crackled through Logan’s earpiece. Steady, controlled.

“That’s fine.”

Logan’s jaw ticked slightly. He turned his head, pretending to check for traffic as he processed the words.

That’s fine?

He had expected Lando to tell him to pull back, to ease off before she fully realized what was happening. That would’ve been the logical move.

Instead, Lando wanted her to keep noticing.

It wasn’t a mistake. Lando didn’t make those.

Logan’s fingers curled slightly around his cup as he considered what that meant. Y/N was already tangled in something far bigger than she understood. And if Lando wasn’t cutting the thread, then that meant—

He wanted her there. Even if he wouldn’t admit it just yet.

Logan sighed, pushing off the lamppost and stretching slightly. Then, with practiced ease, he disappeared down the street.

Y/N would keep looking, and he would make sure she only saw what they wanted her to.

A few days later, they sat in Lando’s study—a sleek, dimly lit room lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, the scent of aged leather and faint cigar smoke hanging in the air. Lando, leaning back in his chair with a drink in hand, looked entirely at ease. Logan, on the other hand, sat forward on the couch, elbows braced on his knees, fingers idly turning his phone over in his palm.

“She’s definitely noticed now,” Logan said after a beat, his tone casual but pointed. “But she’s not panicking, not running scared or nothin’. But she knows something's off. If I keep tailing her like this, she’s gonna confirm it sooner or later. Give me some leeway, let me switch it up a bit.”

Lando hummed in response, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. His expression was unreadable, the dim light casting sharp shadows along his jaw.

“What have you got f'o me?” he said simply.

Logan exhaled and leaned back, crossing one ankle over his knee. “Nothing too interesting, I guess. Mostly just little things. She’s more aware of her surroundings now – stays in well-lit areas when she walks home, keeps her headphones out instead of wearing them. If someone’s behind her, she doesn’t look back, but she adjusts her pace—sometimes slows down like she’s testing if they’ll pass her, sometimes speeds up like she wants to lose ‘em.”

Lando’s lips quirked at that, amusement flickering behind his otherwise cool gaze. “Smart girl.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah, yeah. She’s got good instincts. I don’t think she’s ever been in a situation like this before, but she’s probably read enough crime novels to know some of the signs.”

Lando let out a quiet chuckle, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “You really think she’s piecin' it together?”

“Not fully? She’s suspicious for sure, but like, she doesn’t know what she’s looking for yet. If I pulled back for a few days, she’d probably convince herself she imagined it.”

Lando tilted his head slightly, considering. Then, after a long pause, he decided, “Stay on it.”

Logan raised a brow. “You sure about that, Boss? If she clocks me, this gets messy.”

“That won’t happen.” Lando says with a firm that has Logan questioning whether it's a statement of opinion or fact. The Brit leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk. “And if it does, well… we’ll deal with it then.”

Logan knew what ‘dealing with it’ meant.

He didn’t push further. Lando was the boss, and while Logan had enough leeway to offer input, he knew better than to question a decision that had apparently already been made. Instead, he exhaled through his nose and switched gears. “Right. Other than that, she’s been normal. Work, books, the occasional late-night tea. Still talks to that Alex guy whenever he stops by the café.”

That seemed to catch Lando’s attention. His fingers tapped once against the desk, barely perceptible. “How often?”

“Not every day, but regularly enough. She’s comfortable with him.” Logan watched Lando’s expression carefully, but his face remained neutral. Lando was silent for a moment. Then, instead of addressing that, he simply asked, “And the date?”

Logan shrugged. “It went fine. Nothing remarkable. She looked like she enjoyed herself, but she didn’t seem overly smitten or anything. She went home alone, no invitation upstairs, no lingering at the door like she was hoping he’d kiss her.”

Lando’s smirk returned, but this time it was sharper, almost smug. “Huh.”

Interesting.

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. He knew better than to dig into whatever that was about. Instead, he continued, “If you’re wondering, Alex didn’t say anything about who you are. Either he’s not suspicious about your connection to her, he doesn’t recognize you, or he’s playing the long game.”

I’ll take my chances.

He tapped his fingers against the desk again, just once, before settling back in his chair. “Keep watching her.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Logan stretched his arms over his head before letting them fall back to his sides. “If she does ID me though, I’m not gonna be the one explaining that.”

Lando just smiled.

It wasn’t reassuring.

She wasn’t paranoid—she wasn’t looking over her shoulder every few minutes or rushing home in a panic. But there was a newfound awareness in her actions, a certain scrutiny of her surroundings.

Her fingers hovered over the pages of her book instead of turning them with ease, her eyes flicking toward the window more often than before. When she got up to clear her table, she did it slower than necessary, almost like she was giving herself time to listen, to take in what was going on around her.

And when she finally locked up the café for the night, she didn’t just step outside and start walking. Instead, she’d linger. Her hand hesitated on the key for just a moment longer than normal, her head turning slightly as she surveyed both ends of the street before finally walking home.

It started as a whisper in the back of her mind. A quiet, nagging thought that told her something was off.

At first, she dismissed it as paranoia. She was tired, overworked, and had the expertise of someone who’d watched all 16 seasons of Criminal Minds. That was all.

But then there were the little things.

The first time, she told herself it was nothing.

There was flicker of movement in her periphery, a shape disappearing around the corner just as she turned her head. It could’ve been anyone. Just another pedestrian on the street, someone heading home like she was.

But the feeling lingered.

The second time, she tried to rationalize it.

Maybe it was paranoia. Maybe it was the murder mysteries she read growing up or listening to one true crime podcast too many, filling her head with nonsense about tailing patterns and body language cues. That was probably it. Or maybe she was just more aware lately because of the—well, the incident. Even if she hadn’t seen much that night, it had rattled her. The shock had faded, but maybe her body hadn’t fully let it go yet. Maybe this was just her mind playing tricks on her.

She let out a slow breath, shaking her head at herself. You’re being ridiculous.

But the next time it happened, she couldn’t shake it off as easily.

She was on her way home when she felt it again—that slow, creeping sensation of being watched. She didn’t stop walking, didn’t turn her head, but she adjusted her pace slightly, testing the presence.

The sound of footsteps behind her matched her rhythm for a beat too long before they finally disappeared.

She barely slept that night.

But then there was the third time.

The third time, it wasn’t just a flicker of movement. It was a presence. Not close, not intrusive, but there. A weight behind her, light but perceptible, like something unseen pressing against her back. She had slowed her steps, adjusted her pace, just to see if it changed. It didn’t. The presence lingered—never overtaking her, never retreating entirely.

She’d walked the long way home that night. When she finally shut the door of her apartment behind her, her hands were shaking.

It wasn’t every night, and that was the worst part.

If it were constant, she could confirm it. If it were obvious, she could prove it. But this? This was the kind of unease that nestled under her skin and made her feel like she was on the edge of figuring something out—only for the answer to slip through her fingers the moment she reached for it.

And yet, at the oddest of times, she still felt a chill run down her spine.

a/n: thank you all so much for ur sweet asks and comments! they are so delightful and have me blushing and giggling and kicking my feet in the air omg

[c7arisse]

things i drew but never posted, ina11 edition

[euryleli]

Am I going crazy when I say El has never seen Will and Mike be... WillandMike?

In s1 El and Will missed each other entirely. When he came back, El got trapped in the upside down instead and s2 was the same thing - Will and Mike worked together as duo for most of the season and El was off doing her own thing.

In s3 we learn that El barely spends time with the rest of the party and she only connected with max after the whole ordeal about Mike's nana (which happened months after the ending of season 2), so El and Mike spent all of their days together completely alone at her cabin or actively ignoring and ditching the party during group hangouts

We don't actually know what happened during the time skip from the battle of starcourt to the byers move, but I don't think it's a stretch to say Mike and Will's friendship was still off (especially because of their infamous fight and "it's not my fault you don't like girls")

In s4 we know El and Will finally got to properly know each other - they're family now, not only acquaintances with a connection to the supernatural - but when Mike arrived in Lenora... well, the airport and rink o'mania scenes speak for themselves. They were being weird and El was obviously too preoccupied with her own issues to actually do or say something about it

But El's not stupid... so do we think if she had seen how Mike and Will act around each other, she would've known?

She's really perceptive and her upbringing being so disconnected from society also means she doesn't see the world through straight and heteronormative lenses...

[shuichiakainx]

💕

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine a near-kiss with the Doctor...

The portable bookcase in the TARDIS hub was your best innovation yet even though the Doctor reminded you of the perfectly functioning library eleven doors and one water slide away.

As you spent the morning dusting and reorganising the vast collection, you noticed the small frown on the Doctor's face that was knitting brows while one of the monitors spit static into the air.

"You've been staring at me for a few minutes now." The Doctor noted, tapping the screen in the hopes that the static would solve itself.

You turned away from the books slightly and smiled. "Help me?"

"Oh, come on. You know those are the two words that I can't resist." The Doctor whined playfully.

Leaving the task at hand, the Doctor approached the base of the ladder with an exaggerated huff. "Hop down and I'll do the rest. Maybe you can solve the right frequency to reach the Zellion Supernova."

You climbed down and then leaped off the last few steps into the Doctor's arms where you were easily caught and set back on your feet. Quite fortunately, something within the Time Lord stirred, unable to break the gaze or lose the contact by your waist.

The Doctor wished with both hearts to keep you there to watch and admire. You were more than a companion and it puzzled the Doctor to find the right word.

"What are you looking at?" You whispered while wrapping your arms around the Doctor's shoulders.

Dual hearts skipped at the same time. You were so close and all the Doctor had to do was lean forward and steal a kiss.

That was the plan. Simple and sweet. But the universe had other ideas and the TARDIS shook violently, almost tossing the pair over the railing.

Sparks flew about the room and the Doctor looked over to make sure that you were okay. Without any words exchanged, you set a nod and the Time Lord ran over to the console unit, frantically pulling levers to stabilise his machine. You followed, stumbling from side to side as the ship swayed and shook at random.

"What's wrong?" You asked, looking from the centerpiece of the console to the Doctor with grave concern. The TARDIS was making a noise unlike anything that you had heard before and it was unsettling.

The Doctor groaned, struggling to pull down a lever and you immediately clamped your hands the knob to help bring the metal down into position. Immediately after doing so, the noise ceased and the TARDIS stopped shaking.

It was quiet.

The Doctor leaned forward, hands bracing the console, and head lowered while you stared blankly. "Okay, what was that?"

Letting out a sigh, the Doctor looked up at you slightly sheepish.

"Uh - my personal alarm."

You instinctively clenched your hand in a fist and delivered a firm punch to the sleeved arm. "Are you kidding me?!"

The Doctor gave an exaggerated yelp. "Ouch! What was that for?" Clearly unable to see the problem or how much it scared you.

"I thought we hit an iceberg or were caught in a time-rift again." You argued. Sure, it had only happened once but that one event was traumatising.

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[ghost-bison]

<3 family picture <3

[awkward-halfhug]

probably not the best sedative | eleventh doctor x reader

summary: the Doctor takes you on a tour of planets. Your heart almost can't take it

chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6

contents: pda, obliviousness, grammar

(also on my ao3)

3.4k

You have a problem. A serious problem. And the Doctor is not helping it in the slightest.

Burr was lovely. Picturesque, just as the Doctor described. And the locals were extremely polite. It was a little odd having people call you things like 'baby' and 'my love'. Much less odd hearing the Doctor call you those, but you were trying not to think about that. In fact, that was exactly your problem.

After the success of Burr, the Doctor apparently deemed you comfortable enough with strange alien customs to take you on a tour of planets with similar 'etiquette requirements'.

First was a planet called Stapleton whose inhabitants thought it rude not to hold hands with your traveling partner, be it family or friend or spouse, what have you. That was fine, for the most part.You were used to that by now; traveling with the Doctor meant running from danger a lot of the time, which meant having the Doctor grab your hand at regular intervals and off you went running.

Still, there was something different about holding hands while running to make sure you don't lose each other on a hostile planet, and holding hands while leisurely strolling through a gorgeous environment, with no baddie on your tails. A main difference, you've decided, is that when you're running, you have no opportunity to think about it. That's definitely not the case when you're just sightseeing. You've had plenty of time to think, and most of your thoughts seemed to circle back to the same simple descriptors. 

Warm. Calloused. Gentle. 

And

Holding mine.

It's such a simple thing, really– holding hands. The Doctor and the Staplers (yes, that's really what they're called) seemed to think nothing of it. But you couldn't stop your hand tingling for hours after he'd let it go, reluctantly almost, upon returning to the TARDIS.

No matter how much you think about it, you still can't wrap your head around how completely normal the Doctor seems to think all of this PDA is. He just walks around kissing and holding hands and calling pet names and doesn't even bat an eye. You wonder if people were like that back on Gallifrey or if that was something the Doctor had just picked up having traveled so much. You wonder if you'll become so cavalier about it in time as well. 

The second planet–or third, depending on whether or not you counted Burr– was Rune, where it was apparently considered rude to be heard speaking aloud, except on the rare occasions when the monarchy made an announcement of some sort, in which case anybody not of royal blood was only aloud to speak their agreement.

This one had irked you a bit. Still does, when you think about it.  How ridiculous and unfair! But the Doctor had been quick to explain that it was perfectly normal for the locals, and that it only seemed strange to you because things are done differently where you come from. He wasn't wrong. But still. Totally unfair.

But that led to the work-around. Whenever you needed to speak to each other, one of you would simply lean in real close to the other's ear and whisper it. This basically meant you spent the entire trip looking like gossiping school children, which, to be fair, wasn't far off from the truth. The Doctor had a lot of amusing commentary on the local goings-on, and especially about the royal family. You'd lost track of the number of times you'd had to muffle your giggles in his jacket. He was better about holding in his laughter, but he couldn't wipe the goofy grin off his face. Incorrigible. You love the dummy.

But like, not– not in that way! Platonically! You love him platonically. In a friend way!

Ahem. Moving on.

The next planet, Penny Isle, was the worst one. In fact, the Doctor had actually been blushing as he'd tried to describe their particular brand of etiquette.

You had to kiss. A lot.

"You have to understand", the Doctor had hurried to explain " it's like punctuation to them. Like, literally, punctuation. They're very big on grammar there; even have a grammar police. Can you imagine? An actual grammar police! I've wanted to go for years, just for that. Of course, that's not the reason I'd be taking you, but that bit's a surprise."

The Doctor had begun wringing his hands nervously. You, on the other hand, are certain you had looked much worse. You had backed up a couple steps to lean against the console, and had started hyperventilating a bit. Sure, you'd sort of kissed at breakfast the other day, but you had written that off in your head as a one-time sort of deal. But this? Kissing the Doctor, many, many times? Technically you could go without kissing very much at all, if you didn't have much to say to one another. Except this was the Doctor and anybody who'd interacted with the Doctor for more than a minute knew how much he liked to talk. That's a lot of punctuation!

The Doctor must have noticed how freaked out you were getting, because he'd started to backtrack, saying something sweet like "Of course, if it would make you uncomfortable, we don't have to go. It's probably not even that great there. How about we head somewhere else, yeah?" He'd gone over to the TARDIS console beside you and started flicking buttons, but he'd paused when you finally spoke up.

"What's the surprise?"

His eyes had flicked to hers, a sparkle in them, before looking back down at the console. "Well, if I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it? But I can tell you this, it'll be worth it."

'Worth' kissing the Doctor? Repeatedly? A little voice in your head had been screaming 'sign me up!' since he'd first started speaking. You had another, disturbingly quiet voice, telling you it would be a bad idea. But like you said, it was pretty quiet for some reason. And that darn curiosity of yours was piqued with all this talk of a surprise.

"Okay" you'd said. The Doctor's head had whipped toward you like a puppy who'd just been promised a treat. You had tried very hard to ignore the implications but you couldn't deny it was flattering.

He'd made you repeat yourself a few times, so he knew you were really quite sure. You weren't, but he didn't need to know that. Before you knew it, you were breathing Penny Isle air and the Doctor was giving you the rundown of everything he'd heard about the planet.

The first few 'punctuations' were easy. Simple little pecks on the lips, over before you could blink. And you were glad for it, too. You couldn't have handled a whole day of those kisses from the kitchen. Particularly not starting out with them. As it was, you had been all nerves at the start; so much so that you'd had to get ahold of yourself when you'd attempted your first sentence with Penny Isle grammar. You kept dissolving into giggles as you leaned in for a comma. The Doctor had been remarkably patient with you, considering how many times you'd failed, just inches from his lips. You'd been literally laughing in his face, which, when a kiss was involved, probably was offensive if you thought about it too hard. Thankfully, the Doctor hadn't seemed to take any offense. He'd just stood there expectantly, fighting to keep a serious face, as though that whole scenario hadn't been utterly ridiculous. By the time you finally managed to hold yourself together long enough to add the 'comma' to your sentence, you had well and truly forgotten what you had been intending on saying to him in the first place.

After those first few, you had decided that it was kind of ridiculous to be stepping in and out of each other's space every few seconds to 'punctuate', especially considering how fast the Doctor could speak sometimes. You imagined you both must've looked pretty comical, so at one point you didn't step back. You'd grabbed his hand, laced your fingers together and leaned into his arm, all the while holding your breath and hoping he wouldn't call you out on how unnecessary it was.

But he hadn't called you out. In fact, he'd squeezed your hand a little, before continuing on in his commentary as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. He even kept unconsciously giving your hand those little squeezes throughout the day. Each time your heart felt like it was being squeezed with it.

Thinking back, you suppose all that time on Stapleton probably does make it almost normal for you to hold hands now. Just thinking about it makes your heart do that squeezing thing again.

Does that mean that the...punctuation...will become normal for you too? Your fingers drift up to your mouth; the phantom-feel of his lips on yours causing them to tingle at the memory.

You shake your head of the thought. Not likely. Especially considering how ridiculous it had gotten.

The kisses had snuck up on you in frequency. You'd almost gotten used to the little pecks he'd give you, or vice versa, while you leisurely strolled and enjoyed the scenery. It had started to become natural, even when they stopped being pecks and started becoming lazy lip-pulling type kisses. You could see how the locals would get used to it. But then he'd started to get excited about something, as the Doctor often does, which meant rambling. Which meant punctuation. Lots, and lots, of punctuation. Thankfully, he hadn't raised his voice in excitement like he normally would have, had your faces not been centimeters apart. In fact, his voice had dropped in volume, nearly whispering the closer he got. Even when he got particularly excited, he would only whisper-yell.

Your poor ears were grateful. Your poor heart, however, not so much. The combination of the hand holding, the close proximity, the whispering, your breaths mingling together, and the punctuation? You're genuinely amazed that at no point during the day did your heart give out given the speed at which it decided to gallop for the entirety of the rest of the day. You can still feel it racing, and you've been back on the TARDIS for several hours now.

All of that sensory input, all mixed together, basically ruled out retaining any of what the Doctor told you the entire day. You'd tried, you'd really tried to pay attention to his words, but you couldn't force your focus away from all the commas, and periods, and exclamation points, and even question marks.

Yeah, that's right, he'd started emphasizing every punctuation mark. You'd had to tell him to slow it down a couple of times, because you were losing the ability to breathe. It had been hilariously ironic having to punctuate that sentence, so you 'punctuated' it with a little laughter too. He'd seemed to get it, though. He'd laughed and blushed and apologized, and had the cutest little 'oops' expression on his face that you had the nonsensical urge to say something else, just so you could punctuate that.

Unbelievably, the police actually approached you both for punctuating too much. On top of that, apparently you'd been punctuating incorrectly. You blamed him entirely for that one. He was doing most the talking, and therefore was obviously the one in charge of the grammar. And furthermore, you hadn't been listening to a thing he'd been saying anyway, so how could you have known he was using poor grammar? You couldn't exactly tell him that part, though. Besides, if they'd asked you, you'd have informed them that his grammar was not poor, whatever their guidelines. You'd have told them he was actually quite good at it. Regardless, you'd been sat down and given a forty-five minute long lesson on the proper usage and mechanics of Penny Isle grammar, including but not limited to, what kind of kiss and where on the face to place it, for each corresponding punctuation mark.

After all that, you'd been let off with a warning, thankfully. The Doctor and you were both kind of curious what sort of punishment the grammar police doled out, but you weren't curious enough to actually test it out. They'd looked so serious that the Doctor and you had had to purse your lips and just nod lest you both burst out laughing. This was made especially difficult when the Doctor leaned in and whispered in your ear "Sure, if you wanna take all the fun out of it". When the police left, the two of you did laugh, long and hard.

Eventually, you got ahold of yourselves. Miming a zipper over your mouth, you pulled the imaginary zipper shut and watched him fake-pout. You unzipped it so you could smile at him, then quickly zipped it shut again. The Doctor had rolled his eyes but after you raised an eyebrow at him and reached for his mouth, he nodded, and zipped his own mouth closed.

You saw the sights in silence for a while. It had been kind of nice. You didn't let go of his hand, but it would've been weird to at that point. Right? Right.

The surprise, as it turned out, was indeed worth any discomfort you may or may not have felt about the whole kissing part of the day.

The Doctor had led you to a body of water when the sun had started going down. Locals had already started gathering in hoards, but with a flash of that blank paper of his, the Doctor had managed to secure you both a place at the very edge of the water. He'd stepped away for a little while, and just when you'd started getting worried he'd miss whatever was about to happen, he returned with two mugs of a foamy beverage. He settled down cross legged beside you on the grass and you sipped on what seemed to be the Penny Isle version of hot chocolate. It was fruity. Neither of you could decide if you liked it or not.

Finally, the show looked like it was about to start. Several platforms you hadn't even noticed before descended from above and came to a stop a few feet above the water. They seemed to hang from nothing, and you could hear no engines of any sort. Spread out on top of the different platforms sat an entire orchestra, poised with their instruments at the ready, and complete with a very short maestro on the center most platform.

The little maestro lifted his baton and his orchestra readied themselves. 

The Doctor had started to speak but was quickly shushed by your fellow audience members. One disgruntled woman in particular had felt it necessary to let out a string of words that you assumed was a highly insulting burn in her culture, judging by the fire in her eyes. Unfortunately, the effect was lost when the woman brought a hand to her pursed lips and blew the Doctor a kiss, while still attempting to set him on fire with her gaze. You and the Doctor had shared a wide-eyed look of disbelief before taking hurried sips of your alien hot chocolate to hide your snickering faces from the lady. Putting down your mugs, you huddled closer together, and the Doctor continued his commentary, this time speaking as quietly as he could, directly into your ear. You're pretty sure he had been telling you how the light show was presented every year by the locals, and something about the how the tradition had started. You can't be certain, however, because what you remember most was, once again, nearly everything besides what he was saying to you.

Like how nice the warmth from his body so close to yours had been, especially with the evening chill.

How the weird alien fruity chocolate thing you'd both been drinking had made his breath hot against your ear, and how ironic it was that that heat had made you shiver.

How that same weird beverage that you couldn't decide whether or not you liked had tasted surprisingly good on his lips. Almost like candy. Delicious, addicting candy.

At some point it had dimly registered in your candy-addled mind that the Doctor hadn't spoken for several minutes, and that you'd been sharing what was possibly the longest punctuation mark in Penny Isle history. You also remember thinking that if you got hauled to jail by the grammar police, it would be worth it. So, so worth it.

Abrupt silence from the orchestra seemed to shock both you and the Doctor and you had sprung apart, looking around like meerkats, as though you needed to remind yourselves where you were and why. You had been pleased to note that you were not the only one of you whose breathing was ragged, and that the dreamy expression that you surely must have had on your face was reflected on his. He was as affected as you, and while you still had no idea what to do with that information, it had put a goofy smile on your face that you tried, and most likely failed, to suppress before turning to watch the show begin.

You leaned into the Doctor's side as you noted the sun dipping lower and lower on the horizon. In moments, the lake was dark, and the audience was as silent as the musicians. For several long, almost reverent, moments, you and the Doctor sat in the pitch black silence, feeling a cool wind nip at your skin and rustle your hair. The Doctor put his arm around you and tucked you into his side so you could leech off his warmth.

A stringed instrument of some sort broke through the silence, so quiet at first that you had thought you'd imagined it. It sounded low and deep, like a cello. But steadily it grew louder, soon joined by several more of the same instrument.

Percussion, deep and strong and startling, started up from what must have been the outer edges of the lakeshore. The effect had been foreboding in the pitch dark, and you had burrowed further into his side. You'd ignored the soft chuckle you felt reverberate through his chest, and focused on the irrational sense of security you felt as both of the Doctor's arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace to protect you from the big bad instruments. 

The steady banging of what you'd guessed were timpani, grew to a thunderous roar and you felt your muscles tense in anticipation of whatever came next. The banging ceased all at once, leaving only a singular cello plucking out a simple, monotone tune that somehow made you more tense than the relentless drums. So when a tiny light lit up in the middle of the lake with a bright twinkling sound almost announcing its presence, you had huffed a laugh of relief. This one light seeming a hero, vanquishing the darkness. One by one, more tiny lights appeared just above the water, all followed by windchimes and the delicate plucking of harp strings.

A sigh fell over the crowd as the glowing lake and twinkling music washed over them all. You felt yourself lean back and melt into the Doctor's embrace, all the tension eased.

As bells and what sounded like flute-playing joined in, you watched in delight as the little glowing lights - alien fireflies it looked like- started to dance! They moved in groups or trailed behind one another in curves and lines, perfectly in sync with the melody. The Doctor whispered about them practicing all year for the honor to perform at this show. He punctuated his statement with kisses pressed to your temple, and your heart fluttered with pleasure. All of it– the airy music, the dancing lights, the light kisses to your skin and the Doctor's warmth cocooning you- had felt like floating in a dream that you never wanted to end. You were so content, so happy, and so relaxed, that you didn't notice when your eyes fluttered shut. You didn't notice the show end. You didn't notice the Doctor picking you up and carrying you back to the TARDIS. And you only barely remember him tucking you into bed and murmuring something into your hair.

Now, having woken up from the best sleep you've had in a while, and running your mind through all the events from the day prior, you keep coming back to this one obvious truth:

You have a serious problem. Because you're pretty sure you have feelings for the Doctor.

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[koobyers]

imagine we get the teaser/trailer and there's just action and characters talking in the back and stuff and at some point we hear mike say "i can't love you" but we don't see him nor the person he's talking to and we have no damn idea if that's him rejecting will or him breaking up with el. like the terror something like that would cause i can't even think about it

[tama1313]

It was funnier in my head...

Based on this stupid thing I posted the other morning

[klaus-littlestwolf]

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She hadn’t meant for him to find out.

She had told him that she wasn’t feeling well and to just let her rest for a few days, of course the Doctor being who he is didn’t complain and often came to the door to check on her and offer to bring her various drinks, foods, and medications to make her feel better. However she knew nothing would, she had missed her suppressants by a day (time in the TARDIS being difficult to track) and her heat had come almost instantly.

Thankfully all of the rooms (if not just Y/n’s thanks to the sentient TARDIS) seemed to be scent proofed so he didn’t know anything. Until of course she stole his coat…

‘Y/n! Have you seen my coat? I thought I left it hanging on one of the round things but it’s not-‘ he cut himself off as he opened her door and was overwhelmed by a heavy, delectable scent like nothing he had ever smelled before. It smelled like a combination of lilacs and raspberries and he was obsessed with it, freezing his steps as he looked up to see his friend in a makeshift nest that was clearly thrown together in a hurry (though it still looked quite comfortable) clutching his coat to her chest as she slept.

Suddenly it all made sense.

He had seen her taking medication many times before, though she always just said it was for a headache. Sometimes her scent was…off…in a way he could never explain (though he wasn’t complaining), and he had an overwhelming need to scent the girl every time she was around any other Alpha. The Doctor brushed it all off as he had never felt like that before but it seemed that somewhere deep down he had known she was an Omega. But why hadn’t she just told him?

He stepped closer, her scent becoming stronger and stronger with each step but he controlled himself as he knelt down (being sure not to disturb her nest in any way) and felt her head. She was on fire and he knew she needed him, he couldn’t leave her, he wouldn’t! He needs to care for his Omega…his? He didn’t know where that came from but it felt right.

He quickly jumped back up and landed the TARDIS back in Y/n’s modern time, shutting the door behind him and shopping for everything she could possibly need.

He came back an hour later with his arms full and walked back to her room, seeing that she was awake as he came in. ‘What are you-‘

‘It’s okay! I know, and it’s alright darling, you don’t have to hide it from me.’ He plugged in a little mini fridge that he had gotten and filled it with water and a few snacks before handing her a large basket full of as many different kinds of chocolate as he could find. ‘I got you some blankets as well, I wasn’t sure what fabrics you did and didn’t like, I know Omegas are picky about their nesting…things.’ He sat just outside of the nest and handed her different blankets, most were a no but she accepted 4 of them and he counted that as a win. ‘Why didn’t you just tell me Y/n? I could have helped you.’

‘I thought you wouldn’t let me come with you…’ she admitted and the Doctor instantly moved to wipe her tears away. ‘Everyone always treats me like I’m small and delicate, and like I’m stupid. I thought you would just believe I was a liability and I wasn’t worth your time…’

‘Y/n! That’s ridiculous! You are worth everything, you are perfect, and you know I only pick the best kind of people to join me. I do not care what you are and if you need a few days off every month, I will help you.’ Her cheeks grew red as he said this and he instantly stuttered out an explanation. ‘I mean I’ll get you what you need and all…’

‘What if I need you?’ Y/n asked and his eyes grew wide, though he quickly shook himself out of it.

‘Well then…I would say that I will take care of you now and need your consent before your next heat, I cannot in good conscience do anything right now-‘

‘But I’m telling you that you can-‘

‘Y/n, you’ve been suffering for 2 days, you are not in your right mind. You can’t promise me that you would not regret it when the pain is gone. If you want my help from now on…I would love to take care of you, my Gods you smell fantastic…that word is still strange on the tongue…but for right now let’s get some food into you and I’ll get you something that will help you sleep peacefully.’ With that promise she agreed and he hesitantly leaned closer and kissed her lips quickly before running out to get her favorite meal and coming back with something to help her sleep.

The Doctor spent the next few days taking care of Y/n, who eventually allowed him into her nest to snuggle her.

He spent every heat from then on with her in her nest, having marked her their first night together during that next month. The Doctor never believed he could actually have a mate and be happy in any of his lifetimes, but he was quite happy just this once to be proven wrong.

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