#eleventh Doctor blurb

[storytelling-timelord]

Delusional

Summary: When you follow River off a building, you meet a new, old friend.

Paring: River Song x Reader, 11th Doctor x River Song (mentioned), 11th Doctor x Reader x River Song (possible)

WC: 700

A/N: Do you ever just get an idea and you have to write it? No matter if it’s 1 am and it’s not the soundest idea but it’s an idea and it’s something and you haven’t posted in months and you aren’t sure if anyone is actually going to read this or not but you finally wrote something? That was me, then this was born. Enjoy.

P.S.: I’m not tagging anyone on this bc I’m working on a new tag system/update blog so if you’re wanting to know when I post, be on the look out for that :)

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“You’re delusional.”

“That’s why you love me.”

She has a point. And damn was that a good point.

“Trust me Sweetie, stay with me for too long and you’ll find out just how delusional I am.” River winks at you. Her smile decorates her face beautifully as she takes your hand. With only mere seconds before the door to roof bursts open with most likely a lot of very large, angry men on power trips, she leaps off the building, gripping your hand tightly as you leap alongside her. River’s laugh carries through the air as you hold your breath, feeling her grip tighten as you close your eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

What a dumb question. “Of course I do.”

“Then we need to jump.”

“Jump? Off the building?”

“Right off, in about 10 seconds.”

You’d trust River with your life, you do trust her with your life. The only problem was the closer and closer the ground got, the more you wish you had her explain this delusional plan to you.

Then the next minute you were safe.

“You can open your eyes now, sweetie.” River’s words take a few moments to register in your brain before you allow one of your eyes to peak open, soon followed by another when you realize you’re fully laying on top of River who is laying on solid ground. At least, you thought it was ground.

With a quick look around your surroundings as you finally get off of the woman and stretch your hand out to help her, you realize you’re in a spaceship.

“Someone call for a pickup?” Your eyes scan for whoever just spoke and you almost come up empty until a bouncy bow tie wearing man pops out from behind whatever that big thing in the middle of the room is. His smile was wide as he looks between you and River.

River takes a deep breath and sighs happily when she’s finally on her feet. “Right,” she grins and walks over the room centerpiece, which are suspecting are the controls with the way River starts pulling and turning all the levers and the spaceship starts moving. “Y/N, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Y/N.”

The Doctor was barely able to spare you another glance before he starts trying to shoo River away from the controls. “We’ve met.” He says simply and offers you a quick smile.

You furrow your brows. Surely, you’d remember someone like him and someplace like this. “No, we haven’t.”

The Doctor pauses, looks at you and smiles. “Oh right. Well, never mind then!” You didn’t know what to make of his comments but the name did bring some familiarity.

“The Doctor?” River and The Doctor both hum a yes as you lean against the door behind you, crossing your arms. “So, you’re the Timelord then?” Again, both hum a yes. “So, you’re my girlfriend’s husband?”

There was only one hum this time from River as she kept herself from laughing. The Doctor stood up straighter, his arms falling to his sides and you could see he didn’t really know what to say exactly. You were trying to keep from laughing yourself at his expression before River slaps him on the arm.

“You told her that?” The Doctor whispers but it was pointless as he was quite the loud whisperer.

“I tell her everything.” River shrugs, looking up at you through her lashes with a smirk. “Besides, she’s read my book.”

The Doctor didn’t really know what to say to that. In the time he’s known you, he didn’t know exactly what you knew before you met him.

“Relax Doctor, I’ve been with River long enough to know this is just another part of the adventure.” You smile at River, watching her at the controls as she practically spins around the Doctor. The Doctor hasn’t looked away from you. He was shifting his jaw, his lips lightly lifting up fondly in the corners as he lets River steer you three wherever it was she wanted to go. And he would follow the two of you anywhere.

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[boltonplaything]

Thinking about the stark contrast between Matt Smith playing Daemon Targaryen and the eleventh doctor. Watching doctor who he's a cute, quirky man that just makes my heart melt with his smile. Then, you turn on house of the dragon and daddy is daddying. He's so serious and intimidating. Good God give me both. I want the doctor to give me soft little kisses and hugs then directly afterwards Daemon can bend me over and fuck me senseless.

[jacks-the-flower]

little fanfic blurb

just a little thingy i wrote in two minutes

“Am I dreaming?”

“That depends, what would your dream say?”

“No.”

“Then yes.”

“Well hang on, is that a yes to me dreaming or a yes in contrast to what my dream would say?”

She just smiled, “Can I stick around and find out?”

“Darling, you can move in with me.”

“Well, your home is pretty big, infinite, you could say.”

He chuckled, before looking at her more solemnly, “Be there when I wake up?”

“Always.”

[targaryenluvs]

BIRTHDAY GIRL

pairings: eleventh doctor x fem!reader (romantic), amy pond x fem!reader, rory williams x fem!reader

summary: the chaos of your boyfriend the doctor, amy, and rory organising your birthday. but seems there’s some miscommunication and clashes when it comes to agreeing.

warnings: none! fluff, bickering between eleven rory and amy over who knows you better, kisses, hugs, short blurb

a/n: no clue why i haven’t yet written for one of my fav shows yet

you’re slumber is ruined by extremely loud voices originating in the kitchen. it wasn’t even morning in your eyes yet everyone was awake. eleven being awake made sense but rory and amy? especially amy with how cranky she gets. speaking of eleven, he wasn’t in bed.

which wasn’t odd since he quite literally didn’t need sleep but he usually got out of bed when you woke up. you’d find him reading, tossing a ball up and down, talking to himself and you, some of the more tame times. once you found him trying to do gymnastics in bed.

as you got up and made your way into the kitchen you found the three of them with a cake. “no! no! you’ve got it wrong her hair isn’t that short rory!” amy scolded as rory sighed, “i swear it is! did she not get a haircut?” amy slapped him upside the head which had the doctor laughing, “that was me you dummy. and you, quit laughing and get to icing.” the doctor raised his hands,

“ah but you see, i already have!” rory and amy’s gasps were loud. “green! you put green love hearts on the cake and- is that a hat? oh god is it a fez? and a bow tie?” amy groaned as eleven reached to adjust his own, “bow ties are cool.” the three of them spoke in unison, “i quite adore your bow tie collection eleven.” rory’s eyes widened as he realised you’d seen them. “no, no, no, no! you are not supposed to be here.”

so you wait in the living room in the meanwhile. not long after the three come in, all holding a, special cake. whilst from one side it looked gorgeous the other was a mess. you spotted a drawing of the four of you holding hands, the tardis in the background and it looked as if a five year old had drawn it.

the party in the living room has copious amounts of clashing colours and themes and they all had flour and icing on their faces and clothes. “we’re sorry for ruining it.” amy frowned, they all looked like kicked puppies and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“ruin it? i’ve got to be one of the luckiest girls around to have three people love me so much that they fought over my birthday and what to do for it. i love the cakes and the party. thank you guys. seriously.” you smiled as everyone slowly cheered up.

“you like it seriously?” rory asked as you laughed, “yes i do you idiot.” you pulled them all into a tight hug as you all laughed. you registered the rogue hand placing a certain fez on you’re head.

“now who needs party hats when we have these bad boys.” the doctor grinned as you placed the fez at the centre of your head. “i’ve never looked better.” he smiled at you, “never.” you kissed him sweetly, a hand on his cheek as you glanced over at rory and amy fussing over who got to give you the first slice.

“yeah, i wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” you had your people right here.

[arting-block]

I absolutely love your writing style & your 11th doctor fics 😊 I’m not sure what your opinions on writing poly ships are, but I’m a sucker for some fem reader x 11 and River, and was wondering if i could request something fluffy and sweet with reader thinking her feelings towards the both of them are unrequited due to River and the Doctor being together already, but of course relationships with the Doctors can always be so complicated so who says he has to love just one woman at a time, he’s got two hands for a reason 🙏❤️

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | Eleventh Doctor x F!Reader x River Song

❝𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.❞

Summary: You were just a companion, a friend to the two Time Lords. At least, you thought you were.

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love (not really lol), fluffy ending

Words: 6.1K

A/N: I'M ALIVE!!! This request sat in my inbox and I struggled a bit to not turn this into a fully fleshed out story. I swear this was meant to be a smol lil blurb, your honor. I sneezed and then 5k spat onto my screen idk it just happened I swear...Anyways, gonna try to get to my other requests soon 🫡

Ordinary is not in your vocabulary. Nothing in your life ever seemed ordinary the moment the Doctor offered an adventure in his bigger-on-the-inside box and a devilish smile. No one normal would have given their safety in exchange for life-threatening altercations with aliens, monsters, and the worst of the universe. You hated the ordinary, despised the monotony of everyday life.

You took the Doctor’s offer with a smile of your own, delight and mischief to complement. 

Everything was going well as far as you were concerned. Lives were saved, memories were made, and all the time in the world to do whatever. You were happy, plain and simple.

You embraced the unknown, thanks to the Doctor’s influence. Comfortable with the odd and unthinkable. 

At least you thought you were. 

With each adventure comes injuries. Most are minimal that heal in a matter of days. Others leave scars that are forever etched in your skin. Being the self-sacrificing stubborn human you were, you often became a shield to those in need. In this particular case you had gotten slashed by a knife in a tussle. 

It wasn’t deep enough to be fatal, but it stretched from your collarbone to the side of your neck. Thin line of crimson and a sharp sting when air hit it. Annoying, yes, but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

Your traveling companion had a different view.

You groan, “I’m fine, seriously. There’s no need to fuss over a scratch.”

River, beautiful as she is stubborn, gives you a pointed look. One that borders a withering stare but since you’re you it comes off as scolding. 

“You nearly had your head off your shoulders. You’re lucky I was there to intervene,” came her grumbling response. 

Her fingers find your chin to tilt your head up, her face out of your line of sight as you stare up at the ceiling. You take the opportunity to roll your eyes at her need to coddle you. You’re a grown woman for Christ’s sake, perfectly capable of handling yourself. If anything you’ve encountered worse and had bounced back fine. 

Sure, the knife of your attacker came a tad too close to the artery on your neck. Hell, maybe if your reflexes didn’t kick in fast enough you would’ve had a much different night to spend. 

But those hypothetical scenarios were merely that. Hypothetical. You’ve walked away that fight with bruised knuckles and a shallow, 4 inch cut. 

You were fine. Perfectly capable of handling yourself—

River’s finger finds the hollow of your throat. 

Feather-light, just barely touching the skin. You feel her touch up along your neck sending a chill down your spine. Your breath hitched when it stopped just above your pulse point. Something tugs the strings in your chest. 

A dangerous feeling coils down in your core. 

River’s breath tickles your ear, “Breathe, darling. Can’t have you passing out on me.”

As if on command, your body responds eagerly. You force air to leave your lungs all at once. There’s a slight burn left behind and you're sure it’s not due to your withholding oxygen. 

You clear your throat, “Are you going to patch me up Doctor Song?”

It comes off shaky and quiet.

River’s hand leaves your face and you can finally see her. A curve of a smile and a glint in her eyes that leaves goosebumps. 

Your legs involuntarily shift close.

River gives a shrug, “You’re right, just a scratch. No need for fussing. Unless you want me to patch you up?”

You shake your head, “N-No, there’s no need. Thank you for offering though.”

There’s a painful squeeze in your chest. Regret.

River nods understandably, “I’ll be out of your hair then. Give a shout if you need me.”

You watch as she turns to leave. You can’t help but trace the curve of her hips as she approaches the door. Words clump in your throat, an impulse of a thought racing. Before you can act she crosses the threshold, the door closing behind her.

Somehow it stung more than the 4 inch cut on your throat.

Just a friend. Only a friend.

— — —

You tried to put the encounter with River as far removed from your mind as you can. It was just the heat of the moment, a little rise because it’s been ages since you’ve had a romantic relationship. Not that you needed one. You’re perfectly content with spending your time with the Doctor. Who needs romance when you’re traveling the universe with a quirky alien?…A hot alien.

A hot alien who is your friend. Nothing more.

“Is there something on my face?” the Doctor asked, swiping his chin for invisible crumbs.

His words snapped you out of your haze. Back to the present. 

“Wha—No! Sorry, lost in my own head. What were you saying?”

The Doctor presses a few buttons to prepare the TARDIS for travel, glossing over your admitting to not listening, “I was in the middle of explaining why going to Kaythrona would be a bad idea in comparison to Bouble-4A. Perfect this time of year—trees made of crystals and the water is perfect temperature year round. Perfect water, perfect temperature, perfect getaway!”

His smile is that of pure joy. Infectious to anyone, especially you. 

“Yeah, perfect! You have any plans when we arrive?” you asked, leaning against the console. 

You were an arm’s length away. At this distance you could smell the remnants of his earl gray tea from this morning clinging to his clothes. Wild hair that is tamed on the sides, the cut of his cheekbone, and the hint of stubble along his jaw. 

The Doctor whizzes about the controls with flair. Pushing, pressing, and pulling controls that look indistinguishable from one another. 

“Many, many plans. Oh, (Y/N) you’re gonna love the little markets along the coast. We could go to the seafood restaurant—no, the pearl mines! So much to do and lots to show you.”

The Doctor makes his way around back to you, bumping shoulders as he did so. He turns to you, excited to expose you to yet another world. 

You give him a small smile in return. Hoping your demure expression would hide the fluttering of your heart. 

Pulling the engine lever down, you feel the familiar rumbling of the TARDIS. The two of you grab onto the railing in hopes to not fall over. The Doctor reaches for the edge of the console, bracing himself. 

You, caught up in your fawning, didn’t properly latch onto the railing and nearly toppled over. A hand yanks your arm and you collide with a wall of wool and earl gray. 

“Don’t worry I got you,” the Doctor assured, his mouth nearly kissing against your ear. 

His hand migrates from your arm to your waist, pulling you to his side. Tight and secure. The shaking continues, but you’re much too focused on how warm the Doctor seems to be. His hand firm on your side, as if it was meant to be there. Your cheek against the scratchy wool of his coat just inches away from his hearts. 

Just a friend. Only a friend.

You grasp onto his jacket even though there’s a perfectly stable railing right in front of you. 

— — —

Ordinary didn’t apply to your life, so it would only make sense it didn’t touch your love life either. 

River once again joined you and the Doctor for another adventure. Surprisingly, one that didn’t involve intergalactic battles and executing a poorly planned heist. No, she just so happened to be in New York in 2023 at the exact same pizza parlor the Doctor is dragging you to. 

In the past few months you’ve come to realize that the odd feelings in your stomach and the nervous butterflies wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment anxiety. It only manifests when you are within proximity to either the Doctor or River. Anytime they slipped past your personal bubble, you felt the simmering heat in your stomach and a dizziness whenever they got too close. You didn’t realize how the three of you would be joined at the hip until you realized something. 

You love the Doctor…and River. 

It came crawling into your mind until it was all you could think about. Moments across the years playing over and over. You loved them both for so long but you played it off as platonic. It should’ve been obvious with how you hoard their attention and do everything in your power to be near them. Their laughs, praise, and happy moments shared between you set your heart ablaze.

Only problem is that they’re already married. They weren’t secretive either. Always flirting in the face of danger. Lingering eyes and a heated kiss when things got rough. They never hid their affection towards one another.

You were never jealous of them. The ache in your chest came from the fact that they would never share that with you. You were you and they were the Doctor and River Song. They had a history long before you and they seemed more than content with each other. 

River sat in a booth in the far corner of the restaurant. The afternoon sun highlighted her golden hair like a halo. She was writing in that old diary of hers that resembles your beloved time-machine.

The Doctor walked in fast, measured steps while you tried to keep up. His hand on your back, guiding you through the people crowding around the cashier. The closer you stepped the more anxiety pools. 

River looks up from her diary with a wide grin. The one where it crinkles her eyes and makes you lose breath. 

“Hello sweetie,” she says, her words honeyed with affection. 

“Hello love,” the Doctor returns with a giddy smile. 

River’s gaze met yours. Her expression didn’t change, as if she was just as happy to see you. 

“We meet again, darling.”

Darling became her nickname for you as much as sweetie was for the Doctor. 

She’s just flirting, nothing special.

Your nails dig into your palms, “So it seems, Riv.”

The Doctor ushers you into the booth so you sit shoulder to shoulder. He rubs his hands together as he snatched a menu from the pile in the middle of the table. 

“Alright, what do we have here? Some good ol’ pepperoni, some cheese, and lovely sauce. I’m absolutely famished. Haven’t stopped to think, let alone eat something other than the ramen packets Y/N hoards,” the Doctor says. 

You snatched the menu from the Doctor, “So you were eating them! You said they could clog your arteries.”

The Doctor snatches the menu right back, “I said they could clog your arteries, not mine.”

“You made me believe I was going mad! Why couldn't you get your own?”

“‘Cause your room is closer…and less expensive.”

The two of you continue to bicker whilst the menu keeps being tugged mercilessly. Ramen packets changed to snoring habits (you were horrified that the Doctor snuck into your room when you were still in it) and the argument shifted to accusations. Most of which was you calling the Doctor a robber. The Doctor deflects and somehow blames you for being easy to rob. 

River watched the exchange with a tiniest of smiles. The Doctor with a hint of red at his ears, leaning forward. You with pinched brows and sharp words that you don't actually mean. So close the two of you were that your knees were touching and the air between was your mingled breaths. 

“Ahem,” River coughed rather obnoxiously. 

At the sound of her, the two of you ceased arguing. 

“Any louder and you’ll alert the whole parlor,” she scolds.

Luckily the busy little parlor was already loud with its many customers. Loud enough to drown the squabbling in your booth. Though the realization of how you might've looked made you and the Doctor slouch into your seats. 

River narrows her eyes, “If you're done arguing like petty school girls we could hurry up and order because I’m not sharing my food. Unless you wish to continue spilling each other's secrets for all of New York to hear.”

“Nope, we're done,” you say. You shoot her a grin in hopes to hide the fact that, yes, you will continue later.

River’s eyes shift to her husband, who avoids her stare.

“Yes, done-zo. No more arguing,” the Doctor affirms. He leaves out the “For now” at the end. 

River knows the little omissions. She doesn't voice it, instead rolling her eyes.

— — —

Lunch went by smoothly, all things considered. Food was served, pizza was eaten, and stories passed the time. The Doctor retold your fantastical adventures with some minor exaggeration (leaving out the mishaps as well). River bragged about her many archeological discoveries and Indiana Jones-esque quests to find legendary artifacts. 

As they retold, shared, and laughed at each other's fortune, you sat in your seat with sealed lips. As the time passed, the two of them leaned forward with biting grins. It was as if magnets in their chests pulled them nearer. 

You stayed put because in place of a magnet was a lump of sorrow that was weighing you down. You watched their banter go on and on, leaving you out. Their words turned personal, intimate with inside jokes. It was clear that although River and the Doctor weren't exclusive by any means, their love runs deeper than most. 

Their love for each other ran deeper, felt stronger only for them. 

Not for you. 

It hurts to watch them. It hurts to love them knowing they will never feel the same. You’re just a temporary blip in their long lives. They already have one another. Perfectly content with having you just as a companion. Because that’s all you are to them. In this moment, trapped in your bubble, you can see just how in love they are. In the middle of the table their hands are inches away from each other. The tips of their hands moving at a snail's pace towards the other, until they fold in where they meet. They don’t seem to notice the collision of hands, still conversing with one another nonchalantly. 

It’s an innocent gesture. Sweet and pure with its intentions. Perfectly their hands fit, you don’t think they could form against yours. They were perfect for one another. Witty mouths, playful eyes, and brilliant minds. 

Husband and wife. Vowed for one another. 

Your eyes don’t leave their hands, transfixed by your own spell of deep longing. 

The Doctor laughs at something River says. It’s a soft chuckle that pulls his lips and shakes his head. River stares unabashed with eyes so full of love that it tugs the strings in your chest. 

It makes you sick.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you blurt out. You felt too close, too warm in the booth. You need to get away from them both. 

The Doctor and River glance at one another. A pointed look that could hold entire conversations. Moments ticked by before the Doctor scoots out of his seat to let you pass. You all but sprinted out of the booth and made a bee-line to the bathroom. 

It was a small, dank space with dark brown walls and one lighting fixture in the middle of the ceiling. The harsh lighting and tight space was far from cozy and inviting, but you are glad to have made it out. Your breathing became more shallow, tears started to burn into your eyes. You stare into the warped reflection in the mirror. 

Tiredness smudges around your eyes. Your lower lip is cracked from the constant tugging and swiping of your tongue. Edges of your shirt wrinkled from how tightly you were holding onto it. 

You don’t know how long you stared at yourself. Lines around your face blur as the tears start to flow. Down your face, into the valleys of cheeks, and into the porcelain sink. Another falls, then another, until you can’t help but sob into your hand. 

— — —

Minutes tick by. The pizza being shared was now specks of crumbs. 

Your companions sit idly, waiting for your return. 

“Is it just me, or is (Y/N) a bit quiet today?” the Doctor mused, looking behind him to see the closed door of the bathroom. The red sticker on the lock gnaws at his mind. 

River rubs her thumb over the Doctor’s hand, “Why don’t you ask her? She’s your companion.”

The Doctor turns back to her, “Why don’t you ask her? Everytime I see you two, you can’t keep your hands off one another.”

His words don’t have any malice. If anything, it was more of a jab at how horribly River hides her affinity towards you. Always doting on you with small trinkets and tight hugs. The soft drawl of her “darling” seemed much too intimate, too loving to be platonic. 

River’s smile is sharp, her words quick, “Says the man who whimpers whenever she wears a tight dress.”

As quick as her words came, the image of you a week ago floods his mind. 

Silk gloves, the shine of your skin, the color of your lipstick. It was a gala out in a different galaxy and the Doctor found it hard to resist your puppy eyes. 

You begged him to dress up, to match with your dress. He mutters, whines, and begrudgingly says yes. Not because he didn’t want to go, but because he knew of the outcome of seeing your dress. 

A deep blue, nearly black, with delicate lacing and gemstones. Simple, lavish, and complimented your body beautifully. The neckline perfectly snug against your chest, bodice hugging your waist, and when you turned around—

The whole of the Doctor’s face flushes a bright pink. He sputters, tone harsh, “I do not. It’s called being flustered. I’ll have you know that I—stop laughing.”

The Doctor’s plea falls on deaf ears as River let out a choked giggle. Her hand covers her mouth, but the edges of her smile still peek through. Seeing the Doctor flustered over a girl never fails to make her laugh. 

“I was…only teasing!” she let out between giggles. The expression the Doctor made, all grumpy like a cat, made her sides hurt. 

The laughter dies down. River dabs her eyes and massages her tired cheeks. The Doctor’s hearts swells at her joy, even if it was at his own expense. 

The Doctor looks over his shoulder once more. Your door is still locked with no one in line. An uneasy feeling lodges in his chest. Your usual bright, happy attitude was strangely absent. A few times you chimed in, relaying your own version of a story the Doctor purposefully miscounted. 

You weren’t sad, at least the Doctor didn’t seem to think so. Empty was a more appropriate word. Stuck in your own head thinking God knows what. 

“Did you hold up your end?”

River’s questions shocked the Doctor out of his own thoughts.

The Doctor narrows his eyes, “I don’t recall making a bargain with you. I thought we agreed that if we were drunk that it doesn’t count.”

River rolls her eyes, “I’m talking about (Y/N). I told you to talk to her about…” she gestures to the space between them. 

The Doctor mimics her movements, confusion still present in his face, “What’s this? What did I agree to?”

“Us! You agreed to talk to (Y/N) about us. You told me that you would drop hints about it,” River scans the Doctor’s face for any recognition. She sees the realization dawn on him, and the guilt settling in. River can’t help but curl her lips into a snarl, “You didn’t do it, did you?”

“How am I supposed to?” he threw his hands up in exasperation, “It’s bad enough as it is that I get all light-headed and fuzzy when she’s near me. You hear me? Light-headed and fuzzy. I didn’t think that was possible—no I was certain it wasn’t possible. At least with you, you made all the moves from the get-go. What if she doesn’t like me back?’

River shoved her leg under the table, earning a strained “ow” from the Doctor, “You stupid oaf! Of course she likes you! Smartest man in the universe, yet you couldn’t use your big brain of yours to notice her signals? A cyberman could figure it out for goodness sake.”

The Doctor slumped back into his chair, dumbfounded. He would be lying if he said he didn't notice how close you were with him. But you're close with everyone. Always friendly, open with your emotions. 

River was the one to bring up a potential relationship. Nudging the Doctor towards you, trying to get him to open up. Every time he mentions anything romantic, it never seems to come out right. Words jumble in his head and his tongue knots in his mouth. On the off chance he does something “romantic”, you would always—unwaveringly—call him a friend. He has to pretend that the word doesn’t make his teeth grind against each other. 

The Doctor swirls the colored straw in his glass of soda. The ice clinking against glass and the residual carbonation sizzling out. 

Ice. Cracking. Sizzling out into the inky depths of the cola, almost black in the dim lighting.

Something in his brain clicks.  

— — —

10 minutes passed before someone banged on the bathroom door. 

“Can you hurry up man! You’re holdin’ up the line!” an angry, muffled voice yelled. 

You furiously wiped your face, collecting all the remaining tears with paper towels. A couple splashes of water to soothe your puffy eyes before you unlock the bathroom. You were greeted with a cross, stout man with too much hair on his chest and not enough on his head. He grumbled something before making his way around you. No one else stood behind him. 

The restaurant died down with only a few tables left occupied and the setting sun spilling through the windows. You drag yourself towards the booth the Doctor and River were situated in. Your steps get slower as the distance gets shorter. Dread builds into you; your mind conjures the image of their exclusion towards you. 

Voices, familiar and warm, could be heard. They were more hushed than before, perhaps due to the lack of other customers to drown out their noise. As you round a corner, you see River and the Doctor hunched towards one another. You can only see River’s stern expression before her eyes immediately spot you. Relief sags her shoulders. At her expression, the Doctor whizzed around to greet you. 

You stopped in front of them, seeing their ruffled clothes and fidgeting body language. You were gone for a few minutes, so why did they look…disheveled? River’s usual glossy curls were frizzy around the edges; wild strands sticking to and fro. The Doctor’s shirt looked wrinkled and bowtie skewed at an odd angle. 

Did they…? No, you weren’t gone for that long.

“Sorry I took so long. Long line and no toilet paper,” you lie with a monotone voice. You didn’t put any energy into making it believable, hoping they would get the hint to not question you. 

The Doctor sprang up from his seat with an expression that seemed much too happy to be innocent.  

“Change of plans. River had just informed me that at this very moment, there is a comet passing by in—” he checks his watch, “ —Yosemite, California. Super beautiful, gorgeous color. Isn’t that right Riv?”

River nods, fast and eager, “Sure is, sweetie. I’ve had enough of the city, wouldn’t you say?”

Their odd behavior rang alarm bells in your mind. A prank? You doubt River would be the type to follow along with a malicious prank. The Doctor, however…

You let out an exhausted sigh, “Could this wait later? Tomorrow?”

“Nope! Can’t wait, lots to see!” came the Doctor’s reply. 

The Doctor placed his hands on your shoulders to steer you to the front door. Your feet nearly tangle together, practically stumbling down the empty street with River not too far behind. You find your footing just fast enough so that you can speed walk without the Doctor trying to knock you over. 

“Guys, slow down. Doctor, I can walk just fine y’know,” your shoe gets caught onto a piece of sidewalk, making you jump slightly. It doesn’t deter the Doctor, still hellbent on shoving you down the street. You turn to your side, eyeing River, “Could you please explain to me what’s going on? Why are you guys acting weird?”

River’s cherry red lips stretched to a smile (Did she just apply it?), “Spoilers.”

Your friends’ odd behaviors made you question if you’re being kidnapped by shapeshifters. Not an impossible scenario, but would explain why they’re suddenly so hyper. The Doctor made a sharp turn into an alley. You see the TARDIS with its vibrant blue against the red brick of the buildings beside it. 

Something’s wrong. 

“The TARDIS was parked a few streets down. Why is it here?” you questioned, distrust lacing your voice. 

The Doctor sent a worried look towards River, who looked caught off-guard. 

“We…thought it was best to move it closer so you didn’t have to walk far,” River explains. It comes out quickly. Too rushed and uneasy to make it truthful. 

The Doctor gave a smile, too wide for your liking. 

You cross your arms over your chest, “If you don’t spit it out already I’m not getting into the TARDIS. I’m honestly a bit freaked out right now.”

“We, uh…” the Doctor moves his hand, trying to come up with something, “We can’t tell you.”

You scoff, looking at River to see if she will spill. 

River shrugs, “You’ll have to come inside the TARDIS to see.”

You wrestle with the idea of accusing them of being aliens with perception filters. It could explain their odd appearance and eagerness to get you to the TARDIS. Were the real Doctor and River Song trapped somewhere. Is this a trick of the mind? 

The Doctor hand tugs yours. Secure and warm. His expression calms, “It’s a surprise,” he indulges. 

River unlocks the TARDIS, holding the door open, “A big one.”

The Doctor and River take your hands, interlocking them. The action sends your mind blank. Soft, warm. They hold tightly, flushed against your clammy palms. Your heart stutters, finally registering what’s happening. You’ve held their hands many, many times. It wasn’t unusual to see you link hands with either of them. 

This. It feels different. 

They all but pulled you inside, the destination already on display and the engine ready to go. 

— — —

Cool air kissed your face, greatly contrasting the warm New York temperature. Grass met your feet instead of concrete. Stillness you’d always associate with nature instead of the bustle of busy streets. 

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” 

You fight the instinct to rip the cloth off your face, but your hands are preoccupied with being held by your companions. River to your left, the Doctor on your right. Their other hands find the small of your back, guiding you forward. 

“Almost there, darling,” River assures. 

You bite back a groan. One foot in front of the other as best as you could. Each one was wobbly; unsure of debris blocking your path. The hands along your back tighten, trying to steer your uncoordinated body towards the destination. 

You smell the familiar scent of firewood in the air before you hear the crackling.  

The walking stops and hands leave your body. You hear the rustling of fabric and stray giggles of the Doctor. River hushes him. 

Your fingers twitch at your side. The cotton of the Doctor’s bow tie is soft yet strangely secure on your head. You're trying to piece together what they’re trying to show you. Nothing seems to add up. Is it a holiday? A prank? Was it a birthday?

You hear footsteps and feel two hands on your shoulders. 

“Keep your eyes close, yeah?” the Doctor whispers, tugging his bow tie off your eyes. 

You sigh, “Doctor, what are you trying to do?”

The Doctor doesn’t respond. You don’t know his facial expression or any sort of clue towards his motivations. But you feel the gentle hold of his hand. Warm palms picking up your fingers, thumb tracing the peaks of your knuckles and the valleys of your skin. 

Almost like…

“Ready,” River announced, a bit distant from where you are standing. 

The Doctor leans close, his hair tickling your temple, “Open your eyes.”

It took you a few blinks to adjust your eyes. The inky darkness of night contrasts the warm, inviting fire light. 

River stands next to a picnic blanket with the most lush pillows you’ve ever seen. Movie snacks are piled in the corner and in the middle a neatly wrapped box with an obnoxious bow. In front of the picnic blanket was a small, orange fire surrounded by a ring of rocks. The flames crackle loudly, providing warmth against the lowering temperature. 

“What…How? Why?” Was all you could muster. You take a few steps closer, unsure of how to process this. 

You focus on the box. Dark wrapping paper with shining gold stars to accent. The flickering fire made the glitter on the stars twinkle. The bow nearly swallowed the top of the box with ribbons cascading down. Your eyes flicker to the pile of snacks. Your favorite snacks. Even some ramen packets. 

The Doctor spoke up, “Hope you’re not too full from the pizza. Though, come to think of it, we may have left the drinks back in the TARDIS. River suggested wine but I’m already buzzed from my own endorphins.” His words were a bit fast, almost nervous. 

“But why? Is there something special about today?” you ask. 

River smiled, “November, 1826.”

There’s something familiar about the date. It tickled your memory, but nothing clear. 

“Our first adventure together. The three of us,” The Doctor clarified. 

It felt as though the Doctor’s words swept all air from your lungs. Of course, how could you forget? 

You are certain it was years ago. Keeping track of time on the TARDIS is finicky at best, but you felt the time pass as evident by the scars on your skin and fine lines dotting your face. You were still wide-eyed and naive, not yet comprehending the dangers of the universe. The Doctor was still odd and new to be around; still getting used to your presence at his side. 

There was a galactic cruise ship, nearly swallowing Pluto in size. Parts of the memory are hazy in your mind. You forget if it’s you that urged the Doctor to go or the Doctor dragging you out. Whatever the case was, you found yourself onboard and immediately lost, tipsy from the wine given. 

River found you then. It wasn’t ‘til later that you realized that River was actually seeking you out. In your eyes, it was the first time seeing her. To her, she had already had a tone of familiarity when your name rolled off her tongue. 

Turns out River had organized a heist to return stolen goods that were aboard the cruise ship. Fighting and mishaps ensued until the Doctor managed to hoard the goods aboard the TARDIS and return them to their rightful spots. 

At the end of it all, the three of you had just so happened to be above the Earth at the same time as Biela’s comet. 

You remember your legs dangling off the edge of the TARDIS, dark splotches along your legs where bruises formed. The Doctor and River lean against the doorframe, silent in their awe. The first of many mishaps and adventures the three of you would create. 

They took you to the exact day—the exact time—

“Why?” you whispered. Everything came rushing all at once. Stolen glances, longing stares, the uncomfortable beat of your heart. Memories of the three of you or just intimate moments with either of them. You swallow the lump in your throat, “I just…don’t understand.”

The Doctor took your hands once again. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. 

“We love you (Y/N). For a while now, actually.” 

His delicate words hit you like a gust of wind. Your head snapped up, eyes wide and fearful. The Doctor’s usual happy facade is gone, any humor wiped from the planes of his face entirely. His hands grip onto yours a bit harder, enough to ground you. 

After a few moments, your brain finally stills. Anxiety still grips your muscles and tightens your chest, but you manage to sputter your thoughts out coherently. 

“I love you guys too,” you grin against the onset of tears starting to fall. You didn’t move your hands from the Doctor’s, so you simply let them cascade down your face. You shakily inhaled, continuing, “For so long I thought you guys wouldn’t feel the same. Even now…”

Two hands appear at your cheeks, thumbs swiping away the salty tears. The Doctor smiles and you don’t mistake the glisten in his eyes as well. 

You turn towards River who stands near the blankets with the present pressed tightly against herself. The fire gives her golden hair a bright orange hue, surrounding her with a divine glow. The way she looks at you made your skin flushed; so full of adoration, as if you were the most breath-taking sight. 

Stepping towards the blond with the Doctor, you try to meet her gaze head-on. You stopped once you got close enough to see the dilation of her eyes. For a second a flicker of something else flashed in her green eyes. 

“Breathe, darling,” she teased. At her command, you let out the breath you were holding. She hands you the box, never breaking eye-contact, “Consider it an anniversary gift.” 

The choice of words makes your eyes widen. The box seemed a bit hefty in your hands. You gave it an experimental shake, feeling something large and solid moving. You gripped the end of the ribbon and gave it a tug. Silky ribbon buckled, folding into itself until it completely unraveled and slipped from the box. Pulling open the top you saw a large blue book nestled inside. 

TARDIS blue, you noted. 

River takes the empty box while the Doctor ushered you onto the picnic blanket. There were no words embellished that gave any indication as to what the book was about. Flipping the cover open, you were met with a mostly blank page, save for the text stamped in the middle:

“For the love of our many lives. A companion, friend, and most importantly, the reason the Universe doesn’t seem so cold.” 

Tears nearly blurred your vision, but you managed to wipe them away to flip to the next page. 

A collage of photos filled the pages. Some were candid, others in black in white, most of them had you in them. There were pictures you had captured on an old film camera you snagged when you were stuck in the 70s. You were quite surprised to see snapshots of you doing mundane activities. Your head was turned away from the lens, completely focused on some task in front of you. There were a few pictures with you and River and some with all three of you. 

Years of memories stored in the pages of the book. Some far back to the earliest days of your travels. 

The rest of the night blurred into happy tears and hearty laughs. You snuggled between the two Time Lords flipping through the photo album filled with your fondest memories. 

The insecurities felt in the cramped bathroom in the middle of New York seemed so far away. Years of anxiety curdling in your stomach finally bloomed into something sweet. They loved you. They wanted you. They planned everything out for you. You felt it in their gaze, their warm touches. 

“Tonight,” the Doctor whispered, “It’s all about you.”

As Biela made her visit, shining brightly amongst the twinkling stars, you realized that somewhere out in the sky, your past selves were observing the same scene. 

Staring out into the vast expanse of space, you hoped the love that swelled your heart could be felt millions of miles away. That your shared laughter transcended the atmosphere and carried to the passengers of the TARDIS floating above Earth. 

You hoped that somewhere out there, your future selves are looking over, sharing this experience across time and space. 

[andreas-river]

Random blurb that came out after scrolling on my socials all day. Enjoy!

TW: description of accident, limb loss, blood, bomb situation but everyone will be safe. Lmk if i missed any!

Part 2.

Soulmate AU, where everyone is destined to only one person. It happens that just by touching each other's skin, a mark similar to a tattoo is left on both of your skin, exactly on the ring finger of the left hand. It can happen at any age, and in any situation.

All your life you wonder who it's going to be, how it's going to happen, and if it's going to happen. One day you were normally driving home after work, it was a cold winter and the asphalt was wet from all the rain, but it didn't bother you at all until you felt yourself being thrown through the air even with your seatbelt on, everything was a blur until total darkness surrounded you, waking up in a bed after what felt like an eternity, your eyes adjusting to your environment, the bright light from the window, the white sheets as you try to sit down without succeeding, realizing only in that moment that your arm was missing- your left arm.

The day that changed you forever.

A truck had hit you directly, the driver dead on impact, the impact so violent that it had thrown your car several feet in forward, your arm trapped between your own body and the door, crushed against you, the loss of blood making it impossible to save it from the elbow down.

You tried to get used to it, used to the fact that you'll never know if you'll find your soulmate, trying to move forward day by day, but when someone screams out loud that there's a bomb in the room- a simple office with some colleagues, you all try to run, but the doors are blocked, leaving you trapped inside, the death coming from a steady beeping that soon filled the walls, and escape from the windows was impossible, being on the eleventh floor.

Calling the emergency number is the first thing you do, managing to see how much the timer was after the operator asked you to check it- less than thirty minutes remaining showed on a digital display.

After some time, everyone hears some voices, the doors are finally unlocked, and some soldiers enter the room, one of them going straight to the bomb, the other helping you all get out.

One of them touches the shoulder of your left arm, uncovered by the shirt, the rest of it replaced by a prosthesis, a tingle runs through your skin and you jerk in surprise, your gaze landing on a skull mask, his eyes clearly visible through the holes. He stops as well, pulling his fingers away from you, only half covered by his gloves.

For a second he stands still, staring back at you, then he motions his head at you, pointing up the stairs to the exit.

You obey, feeling like you are in a state of shock. You were used to the itchy feeling on the lost limb, the doctors had already said it could happen, but somehow it was worse, because the feeling was still there, even after you left the building, after you saw the man again, seeing him in the sunlight, the skull mask putting him in a different light, becoming a unique sight, even after he cast a glance right where you were sitting, so many police cars around you that you knew he had actually seen you.

Later that night, when you take off the prosthetic and stare where the rest of your arm should be, you wonder if this is the feeling, if this is what it's like to meet your soul mate, an endless phantom tingling that almost hurts. Almost.

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Requests are open!

[mystic-writings]

quick little post to put it out there that i'm going to start writing for the tenth and eleventh doctors!! i've got exactly one fic in the works with no idea when it will come out so if you'd like to see some content, please send in a request! whether it be a prompt or a whole ass blurb, feel free to send something in! as always, check my request guidelines before submitting, and please please feel free to choose from the prompts in my navigation!

[anukulee]

Matt Smith Charecters (Recommendations Mastlist)

Masterlists

Is It Alright To Say What I Feel?

A Thing Of Poetry

Love Is Scary (GN)

Dream Lord

Dangerous Habits (pt 2)

Saving You

The Girl Who Came Back

I Will Choose You

Star crossed Lovers

Dear MotherHood (Series)

Pregnant Love

First Time Riding

The Poisoned Cup

The Morning After

Turning Red (Modern)

Love Stinks

It Is Always Him

In The Shadow of Your Heart (pt 1) (pt 2)

@daemontargaryenwhore @lady-rose-moon @aesonmae @daemontargaryenstan @daemontargaryenstan111 @daemontargaryenwife @daemontargaryencollection @thedoctornumber11 @smolvenger @lokisprettygirl @fizzyxcustard

[terryvortex]

Masterlist

STARTED: May 9, 2023 LAST UPDATED: May 10, 2023 TOTAL WORKS: 8 About Evie and Charlie: Nightingale and Swan

TENTH DOCTOR

Blurbs N/A One-Shots The Regeneration The Doctor's beloved companion has died. It's happened again, and it's all his fault. Another person he cares about is dead... or is she? Imagines N/A Short Series The Doctor and the Junk Charlie Swan is technically UNIT's prisoner but he is also their scientific advisor (like the Doctor used to be!). And okay, maybe he's a grumpy pants, but he really does love to help. He just doesn't like military people. Or the Doctor. Especially the Doctor. Series N/A Miscellaneous N/A

ELEVENTH DOCTOR

Blurbs N/A One-Shots N/A Imagines N/A Short Series A Christmas Holiday Trip The Doctor just wanted to give his companion a holiday treat, really. Just one little Christmas trip. An early present, if you will. Except... well, the Doctor and Christmas, they don't end up well together, do they?

Lethbridge's Prisoner Charlie Swan was originally Kate Stewart's prisoner, but has grown to be an asset to UNIT (and also just an ass). He works with her and the Doctor to dispose of these odd black cubes, and the Doctor and Kate work to figure out what the hell Charlie is. Series A Slim Blue Box Charlie was just chilling, man. But this Time Lord and his two friends needed help fighting sentient weather and really, who would pass the opportunity to give London's weather one giant middle finger? Miscellaneous N/A

MUTLIPLE DOCTORS

Blurbs N/A One-Shots N/A Imagines N/A Short Series Very, Very Close (Ten + Eleven) Evie meets her husband's past face and she really would love to catch up, except they have to escape all these Sontarans that want to use/kill them. Series Living in the TARDIS (All Doctors) A collection of works about living in the TARDIS. Miscellaneous The Mailbox of the TARDIS (All Doctors + Others) A collection of letters and notes sent to or from the Doctor, as well as letters sent to or from other characters, both canon and... well, mine.

[ao3feed-doctorxrose]

darling i just can't get you out of my head, your scent lingers in my old jumper

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/U7NDOvr

by JacksTheFlower

It was so elusive, so mind-boggling. It put her brain on the edge of an idea and her tongue ready to burst out with the answer.

Hang on, was that her old perfume?

Words: 1979, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor

Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, references to Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler - Relationship, references to Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: a bit of a blurb that got a bit out of hand, written and edited while sleep deprived, Romance, author's first kiss scene, Reunions, Fluff, Laughter, Cute, rose tyler low key being a wolf, olfactory fixation, Past Lives, no beta we die like missy's character arc, wait frick i need a title

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/U7NDOvr

[storytelling-timelord]

Hi! This is me sending the aforementioned ask for the song blurb XD

Still Into You by Paramore. I'd like it to be Doctor/Reader (they/them) and ideally without angst. Oh and you can pick which Doctor it is!

A/N: sorry you wait so long, love! Hope this makes up for a small part of that?

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“Okay but suppose one day, you wake up and the Doctor has regenerated into this,” you raise your brows at Rory as he stumbles through his sentence, his eyes drawn to the floor as he considers his next words, “-this gigantic lizard… monster… thing?”

Your mouth falls open as you turn to Amy, who holds her head in her hands, and then back to Rory. “Gigantic lizard monster thin-“

“Would you still love him then?”

It was a heavy question, however, you were still focused on this unique look the Doctor apparently picks up in the future. “You really don’t understand how regeneration works, do you?”

Amy chuckles at your comment as Rory stares at you, completely unamused. “Humor me.”

Your lips quirk up and you think about this absurd scenario for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I suppose if I wake up one day and my boyfriend was a giant lizard monster thing, I would most certainly still love him.”

“Giant lizard monster thing?” The three of you turn around to see the Doctor standing in the entrance of the control room, holding some random piece of metal you assume the Tardis needs, as he stares at you with furrowed brows.

“It was just a question.” You defend Rory who is scratching the back of his neck at his attempt to make conversation.

“A weird one.” The Doctor mumbles and tosses the apparently not at all important piece of metal before walking to your side. “And you’d still love me even if I turned into-“

“A giant lizard monster thing?” Amy finishes for him, getting everyone’s attention as she shrugs. “What? Everyone else got to say it.”

You stifle a laugh before turning to the Doctor and putting your arms around his shoulders. “Well I love you and you look like this, so giant lizard monster thing or not, it’s an upgrade!” He rolls his eyes at your joke before putting his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You press a short kiss to his lips before resting your forehead against his. Amy and Rory, share a glance and slowly take each other’s hands as they leave the room.

Once they’re gone, the Doctor meets your lips briefly again. “You really feel that way? That you’d love me no matter what?” You don’t have to think before you nod. “Even after all this time? I mean, they must wonder how we’ve been together for this long and you’re still,” he laughs out a sigh, “into me?”

You sigh happily, cupping the back of his neck as you look into his eyes with the brightest smile you have. “Let them wonder how we got this far. I don’t really need to wonder at all.” You say, slowly closing the distance between you and him again until your words whisper over his lips. “Yeah, after all this time, I’m still into you.”

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[itevilhag]

false alarm | eleventh doctor

the eleventh doctor x reader 

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wordcount: 382

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warnings: i don’t think there is. FLUFF...again (I’m feeling nice today) 

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sidenote: I may or may not have stolen a request from @fabulouspotatosister I hope that okay w/you.

“WHO ARE YOU?! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!” you asked, voice roaring as you pushed the intruder by the lapels of their coat on your wall, your knife pressing hard on their throat.

“WOAH! WOAH! Y/N, IT’S ME! IT’S ME! THE DOCTOR!” The Doctor assured you in panic as he clung onto your arm, trying to get the knife pressed on his neck to loosen.

“Why would you do that?! You scared the living daylights out of me!” you punched his arm lightly with your free hand, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” The Doctor laughed lightly, his hand now resting on your waist, holding you steady, the other still resting on your arm.

“I just…I just wanted to see you. I missed you." The Doctor looked at you sheepishly.

“Doctor, I missed you too…" he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. Looking at you, that all too familiar, beautiful, mesmerizing smile graced your lips, also brought a small smile on his lips. This gave you a chance to plant a kiss on his cheek. 

"But you could've called me, instead of...breaking into my house through my window?" you broke your gaze from him as it wandered off to the now open window by your sink.

"The front door was locked. What was I supposed to do?" The Doctor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"Oh, you silly Doctor." you laughed, shaking your head as you dropped your head on his chest. 

"Though I'm really confused, at the moment," he said into your hair, his voice slightly muffled by your hair. 

"About what?" you lifted your head, your brows knitted in confusion.

The Doctor’s eyes fell on the knife still loosely pressed on his neck, its blade casting a small glint of light in his green eyes.  

"Oh," you said in realization.

"Don't know if I should feel turned on or threatened." The Doctor’s lips tugged upward into a smirk as you felt his hand on your waist tighten, a twinkle of that recognizable mischievousness dancing in his eyes. 

"Oh, come here." you placed the knife on the counter next to you and pulled him by his lapels, capturing his lips and sealing the night with a passionate kiss.

[multifandomfanfiction]

“A Little Fall of Rain” - Eleventh Doctor Blurb

[Inspired by this imagine over at @doctorwho-imagines: Imagine coming across the TARDIS while it’s raining]

It was a typical rainy English day.

Most days Annalise didn’t need an umbrella, but today the rain was coming down harder than usual. She was walking down the sidewalk of her neighborhood when she spotted a little blue box sitting on the corner. As she approached it, she realized it was a police box.

That was odd…police boxes hadn’t existed in decades.

Annalise decided to be curious and opened the door. Her mouth dropped open. She stepped inside and looked around.

It appeared to be some sort of control room. In the center was a raised platform with odd controls. The whole room was bathed in a purple/blue light.

“Oh hello”, she heard. Annalise turned and saw a man in a purple tweed coat, trousers, and bow-tie.

“Did you come in to get away from the rain? I don’t blame you. I was going to go investigate some goings-on, but took one look at the rain and went nope!”

Annalise just stared at him. With a box like this, it was no wonder he was mad.

“I’m the Doctor”, he said.

“That’s your name? Like your actual name?”

“Well, no. But that’s what I’m known as. What about you?”

“Annalise”.

“That’s a beautiful name”.

“What is this? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“She’s called the TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She’s a time machine and a spaceship all rolled up into one”.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking”.

“’Fraid not. So what do you say?”

“To what?”

“An adventure”.

“I just met you and you want me to travel with you?”

“Uh, yeah”.

“Why?”

“Because I’m lonely”, he told her truthfully.

Annalise felt bad for him. “Okay, fine. But only one”.

The Doctor smiled and started pressing buttons and flicking switches.

It wouldn’t be just one trip. It never was.

[elfenbensord]

Hiiii, I love all your Doctor Who stories and I was wondering if you could write something with the 11th Doctor, like maybe the reader's sad or smth and he cheers them up? Possibly involving hugs. Because the world is upside down here with covid and earthquakes and I could do with something fluffy and cute. Tysm!!

Also I wanted to ask, since you write for 12 also, what are your opinions on Missy, and would you write her?

wonderful

30.12.20

note: hello, lovely! hope you like the imagine, hope it makes you feel a lil better abt everything.

opinions on missy: i love her!! as a character, i find her so interesting. and her relationship with the doctor is rly cool as well. don’t think i’ll write for her though, ‘cause i don’t rly see her as being romantic.

masterlist / request a blurb!

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The Doctor is… 

What is he? You ask yourself almost everyday, yet never seem to find a simple answer. He is, after all, not a simple man. 

The Doctor is an entire people wrapped up in one. The suffering of generations, echoing through two lonely hearts. He’s the sun and the moon, and the stars. He’s time and space. He’s kind and horrible, without a clear distinction between the two.

You know this. You’ve known it ever since you saw him the very first time. Since the day you flew away with him in his impossible, blue police box.

The Doctor is wonderful. But it’s easy to be left behind. To fall a step short, to miss a witty remark or meaning.

You also know that you will never really know the Doctor. There will always, always be something he doesn’t tell you. Something he lies about. Some great, big truth, he deems too dangerous for you to know.

He easily becomes a trickster god. One to cheat the universe. To steal what he deems he’s worthy of. 

You see this. Something deep within knows where he’s heading, where he’s always headed towards. What he’s been running from for decades. 

This is madness, and you know it. It would drive anyone insane. Run away with a handsome spaceman, have him show you the universe. Have him look at you with soft eyes and a smile. But don’t fall in love. Not under any circumstances, should you fall for this man. 

But he’s also so easy to fall in love with. With his wonderfully mad schemes. With his time machine. With his incalculable person. With his stupid bowtie and sweet smile.

And you know he can never be yours. You don’t even dare dream too much about it, knowing it would hurt too much.

“What’s got you so deep in thought?”

There’s a small stain of grease just at the right of his eyebrow. You fight the urge to reach out and stroke it away.

“Nothing. Nothing important.”

He’s all hands and scuffling feet. “Hey, there’s nothing’s that not important. It must be, if you keep frowning about it.”

“I guess.”

“So, tell me?”

He’s looking at you too closely. You feel your face heating up, not used to this detailed attention.

“I can’t. It’s a secret.”

He suddenly looks very interested. “I won’t tell, I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Does he have to be so… so… wonderful?

Wonderful, that’s what he is. 

He smiles at you. Wonderful.

“Nah, I think I’ll hold on to this one.” Like you’re holding on to him.

“Suit yourself. But I know a perfect planet for telling secrets…”

And he’s off, talking about aliens and space stations.

And you’re back to dreaming about wonderful.

Wonderful.

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[thora-jane]

Fall Drabble Challenge! (inspired by @staryeyedstories ‘s Autumn Blurb Event)

Rules: Prompts will be used once. One prompt per request. Must use one of the characters listed below

1- Cold in the rain

2- First autumn breeze

3- Fallen leaves

4- ”It smells like cinnamon”

5- A little too early for snow

6- Bonfires under the stars

7-Searching for Saturn in the night sky

8-”You looked cold”

9-Two steaming mugs

10-Pumpkins Pumpkins Pumpkins

11-Visiting a haunted house

12-Trick-or-Treating

13-Handing out candy

14-Fall Picnic

15-Baking

16-Nature walk

17-Family dinner

18-”If I didn’t know better I’d say you were scared.”

19-Shared sunrises

20-Shared sunsets

21-Napping in the sunlight through the windows

22- <3 Souuuuuuup <3

23- cozy inside day with the windows cracked open

24- playing in the leaves

25- Empty park in the early afternoon

26- “Are we too old to dress up?” “Don’t be ridiculous.”

27- opposing view on pumpkin spice

28- a visit to the orchard

29- Sweater Weather

30- Charlie Brown

Characters:

Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who)

Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)

George Weasley (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin (Marauders era Harry Potter)

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Steve Rodgers (MCU)

Peter Parker (MCU)

Shang Chi (MCU)

[homoose]

Congrats on the 1k, you deserve all that and more 😁!!!

I think i'll to for the emoji 📝... And I was thinking maybe a Spencer blurb with the song "I'll be your man" by James Blunt? I so LOVE that song!

here’s the song if you’d like to listen! gn!reader 

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“Oh come on, you gotta admit he’s got a certain... something about him.”

You turned toward him on the couch, phone in hand, and Spencer scoffed. “He doesn’t have any eyebrows!”

You rolled your eyes. “Eyebrows or no eyebrows, look at that jaw line!” You held up your phone, the photo of Matt Smith glaring back at him.

Spencer spared a passing glance at the picture before settling his gaze on the jawline that he much preferred to any celebrity’s. He watched as your face melted into a smug smile, clearly taking his silence as agreement. He listened as you launched into yet another Eleventh Doctor Supremacy speech— fawning over his compassion, his energy, his wisdom, his style...

This was a frequent argument between the two of you— he was adamant that Peter Troughton was the best doctor— and normally it was all in good fun. But over the past few weeks, there had been a... definite shift.

What had started as a glorious friendship— full of science fiction fangirling, antiquing, and coffee not-dates— had turned into a full blown infatuation. 

It started in his hands— constantly itching to touch you— touch averse Spencer Reid, wanting to hug and hold you all of the time. Then it moved to his heart— always racing and pounding, threatening to jump right out of his chest. And now it was taking up space— all the space— in his mind. Normally he was the one rambling on endlessly, but lately he’d been having a hard time forming coherent thoughts let alone sentences.

He blamed this inability to think straight for his next move; if his brain had been functioning at full capacity, he never would have closed the distance between you on the couch. Or grabbed your face in his hands. Or pressed his mouth to yours, mid-sentence.

The alarm bells went off in the back of his mind as you froze against him, but he had hardly more than a moment to panic before you were kissing him back— hands in his hair and body curling close.

It was everything he thought it would be—energetic and exhilarating and fun and lovely. It was everything he’d wanted to say to you over the past few weeks that he hadn’t been able to communicate. He’d heard that kissing was a language all its own, and now he knew exactly what that meant.

When he broke away to suck in a breath, staring a little in wonder, you leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

“I mean, he’s no Spencer Reid, but you have to admit that the dimples are really—”

“Just—” he leaned in again “—stop talking.”

The irony that he was telling you to stop talking was not lost on either of you.