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aboutcustardcreams · 1 month

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About the beach day

Nothing, just pure fluff. Written in an hour-ish or so. Sometimes it is nice to take a day off. The Doctor finally manages to keep her promise to give both you and Yaz a day to the beach.

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“I can’t believe you’re finally keeping your promise to take us to the beach. A real beach,” you say, shooting an amusing glance at the Doctor, who snorts in return, probably believing you’re overreacting. Yaz chuckles, then mutters under her breath. Something about not rejoicing too early.

“Oh, come on—” The Doc groans, flapping her hands in the air. You cock your head and so does Yaz, as she darts her eyes from you to her. “It’s not that I haven’t tried to bring you there. It’s the TARDIS that enjoys messing up with the coordinates to find somewhere else to be.”

The Time machine, being sentient, chirps, probably in protest, sending a buzz to the Doctor’s fingers.

“Oi! Do not be like that.”

Yaz turns towards you, “What do you think she told her?”

“I can’t be 100 percent sure, but I do believe, knowing their dynamics, that she’s just called her big head or something,” you mused, a grin curling up your lips, “oh and, she probably electrocuted her too,” you add, looking at the Doc sucking her thumb.

Yaz can hardly stifle a laugh. “Like a proper married couple,” she drapes arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer so she can talk in your ear. Something regarding the Doctor and how cute she is when she acts like a little child.

“Hey— Stop speaking behind my back!” The Doc chastises, a finger pointed at the two of you.

You both sealed your mouths at once, by pressing your lips in a thin line. Your eyes, though, kept brimming in amusement. When the TARDIS finally landed, electricity cracked and the floor vibrated for a second.

“Alright, fam!” The Doc exclaims, taking a rapid look at the screens. “Are ya ready?” Excitement rising through her. Her beautiful hazel eyes, as always, glimmer with sheer delight in the prospect of a new adventure. You can quite never grasp their true color if you’re honest. Sometimes they are hazel, some other times lighter than that, almost green, whereas in the golden lights of the TARDIS, they turn into the same shade of the stars.

You stalled for a moment, when the TARDIS’s door opened. You give a peek from afar, while Yaz catapults herself outside. It’s not that you don’t trust the Doctor, because you did on a percentage of 90%. Nah, maybe 75%, that turned into a solid 80% on a good day.

The Doc is standing outside, hands in her pockets and eyes on you. “Do you wanna come out or not?” She asks rather impatiently, eager to show you around.

You scrunch up your nose. Yaz could almost read your mind as you carefully looked at the screens to figure out where exactly you landed, however it was quite complicated to decipher those maps that for all you knew could portray anywhere and nowhere in the world… universe. “Shouldn’t we double check? You know, last time there were sea devils,” you say, your tone not accusing at all. Almost. Not quite.

The Doc merely rolls her eyes. “I apologized for that, didn’t I?” You loved how despite her being a hundred years old, she always managed to sound like a cute little child who didn’t like being said no. It warmed your heart, making you feel all tingly inside. She didn’t know, or perhaps you hoped you weren’t that obvious, but you’d do very much anything for her. And that includes facing the sea devils again if that was really necessary.

“Plus, we had quite an adventure.”

“We nearly became fish food,” Yaz argued.

“But we didn’t!”, she grinned from ear to ear as if that had been the greatest achievement. “How many people can put the check on that?” There’s mischievousness in her tone and you can’t help the slow shake of your head. Time Lords.

You three had a unique bond, something you never thought you’d achieve in your life. Not in your late 20s anyway. And even if the price to pay was facing few dangers on a daily basis, you were content with that. The gift of having both Yaz and the Doctor was worth any battle in space, or monster for the matter. You wouldn’t trade your life for anything else. Neither would your best friend Yaz.

“Those who don’t, can’t understand their luck…” a grin finds your lips.

Yaz smiles inwardly. “My grandma always tells me to not begrudge other people. Yet at that particular moment it was hard for me to keep the green monster at bay.”

“I feel ya,” you take a step towards the TARDIS’s door, hands on your hips as you gently, and carefully sway a leg in and out. Tongue peeping through your teeth as you do so. You see the Doctor tapping her foot rather impatiently on the other side. Now she knows you’re only teasing her. But two can play this game. You flash her a daring grin, she immediately reciprocates.

She reaches out a hand for you to take, wiggling her fingers while doing so. The Doctor emanates light, you think. Or maybe she is light herself. You can’t resist, you give her your hand, but she doesn’t pull yet, she only intertwines your fingers together. So soft. So gentle.

“Is it safe?”, you inquired one more time. “No monsters of any kind?” You don’t really think it’s dangerous out there. Honestly, looking around you, all you see is a beautiful landscape. Like a natural reserve far from all evils of the universe.

“Seems like it,” Yaz interferes, moving away towards the sea.

The Doc takes both your hands now, encouraging you with a soft smile. “Don’t make me carry ya,” it was supposed to sound like a threat, however the possibility didn’t scare you in the slightest.

She pulls and you stumble to her front, crashing not so elegantly against her, and you yelp, eyes wide open, welcomed by the brightest smile. Hers. When she laughs, you feel her all over you, her hearts echoing against your chest.

Her fingers brush like feathers against your hips, as she steadies you. “Gotcha, stardust,” nobody looks at you the way she does.

“Sorry,” you crack a small smile. “Caught me by surprise.”

Her lips twitched in a soft smile. “It’s fine. You’re as light as a feather. But clumsy. Very much so.”

Your eyebrows shot up at that admission, “is that so?”

“It’s not a bad thing,” she is ready to clarify, probably concerned you had taken offense. Truthfully you didn’t. “Unless we find ourselves in a life or death situation, that requires no clumsiness whatsoever. But no worries, even if that’s the case, I’ll have your back. Always. Can’t have a universe without you in it now, can I?”

You blush and croak out. “You’re rambling, Doctor.”

“Am I? Sorry. You’re easy to chat with. Feels nice. You’re nice.”

“Thanks,” you say genuinely in awe of her. “I love talking to you as well.”

It’s her turn to blush, you spot the hue of pink heating up her cheekbones. “Brilliant.”

You finally step out of the TARDIS, with one of your hands still intertwined with hers. It wasn’t unusual for the three of you to hold hands, while strolling around. A routine you hoped would last forever.

The doctor keeps looking at you with the corner of her eye to grasp and memorize your reaction to the place. Yaz has already taken off her shoes, eager to feel the sandy ground under her feet.

“This place is absolutely breathtaking,” you breathe out.

The Doctor beams at you, “Told ya,” her thumb brushes delicately over the back of your hand, causing your eyes to flee there for a second.

“Where are we?” Yaz squealed when the soft waves of the sea, crashing against the shore, wet her toes. It’s cold, but a good kind of cold. Refreshing and inviting.

You chuckle and kick off your shoes as well.

At that moment, the blonde took the sonic out of her coat to scan the area. Her brows are knitted in a frown as she does that, with the tip of her tongue gently tapping over her upper lip. When your feet touch the water, you feel regenerated at once. The sea is crystal clear, perfect for swimming, you think.

“Oh, interesting,” your thoughts are interrupted by the Doc’s humming. “Very,” she insists. “Didn’t think we would end up in this timeline, but ah well, you never know with a stubborn time machine as my TARDIS.”

“You mean we aren’t where you thought we would be?” Yaz inquired.

“No, no… I don’t think so,” The Time Lady bends down to dip her finger in the sand. You know what’s coming. These unusual things she does remind you she isn’t human, but an alien. A beautiful and silly alien, to be precise, with weird culinary habits. When she puts that same finger in her mouth, Yaz winces. Clicking her tongue, she concludes, “Right place, wrong timeline. Greece, 12th century… No villages nearby. There are living forms though, but luckily for us, no aliens. Probably animals.”

“So it’s really safe,” you feel yourself relaxing.

Yaz clung to your arm, rather excitedly, “Unbelievable. We should mark the date”

The Doc rolls her eyes, while taking off her boots. Humans, really. Always so dramatic, she thought.

“We are going to spend a normal day at the beach without aliens running after us,” you keep teasing.

“Oi! Rude!” The Doc pretends to be offended. Her expression is priceless.

When she tackles you, you walk backwards, ending in Yaz’s arms and let out a giggle. “Who’s rude now?” you raise an eyebrow, in challenge.

As you and the Doc keep eye contact, Yaz places her chin above your shoulder, “can we swim now?”, with her bottom lip wobbling, it’s hard to deny her anything.

“I suppose so,” comes the Doc’s reply.

Yaz squeals and pumps a fist in the air. She later proceeds on taking off her leather jacket, then shirt, dropping those on the shore, remaining only in pants and bra.

You and the Doc share an amused glance, “She absolutely loves the beach.”

The Time Lady hums and tilts her head towards you, “Don’t you?” Her voice is soft and curious.

“Oh, I do. Very much.” The Doctor grins at the excitement you’re trying to keep at bay. Your toes wriggles in contact with the water that's now reaching your calf.

“So, what are you waiting for? Go on!”

Yaz, in the meantime, is calling out for the two of you, calling you snails. The water has reached her shoulders now, and her smile goes from ear to ear.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Aren’t you coming?”

She smiles and nods, “In a minute.” The Doctor wished to savor the moment for a little longer. She never thought that seeing both you and Yaz so happy could make her feel that way. Nothing compared to that. Not even the space, the galaxies and their colors mingling together in the most incredible shades.

You lean forward and without a warning, you press a kiss to the Doctor’s cheek. She blinked, partially frozen, but melted right away as you muttered, “Thank you for this.”

You don’t give her the time to reply, that you start running towards the sea, squealing and laughing at how cold the water feels against your exposed skin. You too are only in bras and shorts. In a second you’re right next to your best friend, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she starts splashing water at you, giving you barely time to respond to the attack.

The Doctor laughs fondly at that. “My fam,” she mutters under her breath.

To flee from her attack, you dive underwater, swimming behind her. Yaz frowns, not expecting you to pull her by the ankle. Your grip is strong enough to pull her own figure underwater for a second. When she reemergers, she gasps and comes face to face with your mischievous grin. Next thing you feel are her strong arms wrapped around you. Sometimes you forget that she is a policewoman.

“Let go!”

“I don’t think so.”

She ignores your plea, and dives the two of you underwater.

Both yours and Yaz’s laughter was music to the Doctor’s ears. She doesn’t even notice the single tear sliding down her cheek, until it tickles and wets her lips. She’s quick to wipe it away, not wanting to ruin the moment in case you two spotted it. She was both happy and sad, she couldn’t explain it. One heart was happy, and the other sad, but she couldn’t quite understand why, not completely at least.

“Doc!” you called out for her, “Come on in now!”

The Time Lady smiled, “I’m coming!” She drops her coat next to yours and Yaz’s clothes, then removes the suspenders, not wanting to have those in the way. The rainbow shirt goes too, leaving her in sporty bras. Pants fell to her feet, revealing to the two of you the cutest pair of boxers ever seen.

“No splashing,” she chastises softly.

You hummed in thought, still admiring her beauty, and hoping to not be too obvious.

“Can’t promise you that,” Yaz smirks, eyebrows waggling.

“She’s savage,” you splash Yaz in the face once again. Blinking off droplets of water from her eyes, she darts her eyes from the Doctor to you, humming slowly, “I’ll show you just how much.” Was it a threat, or a promise? Maybe both.

“Yaz, wait–”

The Doctor huffed in amusement, the moment she pounced on you.

Humans, she thought, poking her tongue between her teeth and reaching up the two of you, are the most brilliant species of them all.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 9 months

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Hi!! Would I be able to request a 13th doctor imagine where the reader thinks if her like an older sister, and accidentally calls her such?

yes, absolutely! this is my first time properly writing for any of the doctors, so please go easy on me if they're not in character sksdjks

Almost Siblings (platonic! Thirteenth Doctor x reader)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to have some problems with their family (although it's not specified what or how bad it is), tiny hurt/comfort (the reader gets a little emotional near the end and cries some and The Doctor comforts them)

Growing up, you never really had the best relationships with the people in your family. Maybe there were a few who you got along with, but it wasn't enough to get you to stay when The Doctor showed up.

She asked you to be her companion as she traveled around the universe, and with such an alluring offer like that how could you refuse?

The longer you journeyed with her across the stars, the more you began to look up to her. She became somewhat of a role model to you, almost like the older sister you never had.

You didn't tell her this, though, as you were worried that she didn't think that of you in return. Naturally, your fears were incorrect, as The Doctor absolutely adored you, but you managed to convince yourself that she was that affectionate and caring to everyone when in reality she really wasn't.

You were content to keep your familial feelings towards her a secret for the rest of eternity, and just never bring it up, which all went according to plan... until the one day it didn't.

The Doctor was tinkering around with some of the controls for the TARDIS, while you were working on a crossword puzzle, of all things.

"Hm... six letter word for cat..." you muttered to yourself, tapping your pencil against your chin as you sat back, deep in thought.

"Try feline," she suggested from across the room, ducking down as she began checking out some of the control panel's cords.

"That works." You scribbled in the word before moving on to the next one. "What about a seven letter word for angry?"

The Doctor didn't respond this time, too focused on what she was doing with the cords. Her soft muttering made it quite obvious she wasn't paying attention to you like before.

You shrugged and moved on to the next one, filling most of them out except for a few. Safe to say you were stumped.

"Hey sis, can you come over here and help me figure the rest of these out?" The words left your mouth before you could even process what you were saying. It was only afterwords that you realized you'd made a mistake when you called her sis, a casual word for sister that gave away how you truly thought of her.

"What?" The Doctor poked her head out from around the control panel, a curious look on her face. "Did you say something?"

You breathed a sigh of relief as you realized she hadn't heard you. 'Thank God', you thought to yourself.

"Um, yeah, I was just wondering if you could come over here and help me fill out the rest of these." You tried to keep your voice sounding as calm as possible, even after your anxiety inducing slip up.

She perked up at that, quickly getting up and making her way over. "Yeah, of course! Which ones do you need help with?"

You pointed them out to her, and she did her best with figuring them out until you'd finally done them all. "There you are, now they're all filled out and accounted for." She beamed with pride.

You felt an immense amount of joy at her words. "Thanks, sis," you said as she began walking away. She stopped, and that's when you realized you'd said it again.

"What? What did you call me?" The Doctor asked as she turned back around.

You froze as you tried to think up a lie. When you couldn't, you settled on just telling her the truth. You took a deep breath and said, "I, uh, called you sis. Sorry."

Rather than being upset like you thought, her face split into a wide grin. "That's what you called me earlier, too, wasn't it? Oh, I knew I wasn't imagining things!" She cheerfully clapped her hands together a few times.

"Wait. You... don't have a problem with it?" You asked in confusion, having fully expected her reaction to be the exact opposite of what it was.

"Why would I have a problem with that? I'm glad to know someone as extraordinary as you thinks so highly of me."

Her words were so sincere and heartfelt they ended up bringing tears to your eyes. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," you confessed, clearly choked up.

The Doctor's face fell at the first sight of your tears, quickly making her way over to you. "Oh, dear, are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." She warmly comforted, rubbing your back soothingly.

You shook your head at her words. "No, no, you didn't upset me. I promise I'm fine, it's just- your words made me a little emotional, that's all."

She nodded her head before asking, "Will you start crying again if I say that you're the best younger sibling anyone could ever ask for?"

You sniffled, trying to fight back the fresh tears as you let out a soft "No".

She patted your shoulder gently in hopes of making you feel better. "Well, you are. The very best." She added, a gentle smile forming on her face.

You smiled back before pulling her in for a hug. "And you're the best biggest sister in the entire galaxy."

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agent-barnes40 · 7 months

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Sleep

Thirteenth Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

The Fam & Reader (Platonic)

Part of Escape and Sick and Home

The other people and alien on the TARDIS realize you don't have a set sleep schedule.

You had leaned up against the crystal pillar, your eyes half open when you felt hands gently grab your upper arms. "You okay?"

It was Graham's voice, ever the grandfather type. You smiled softly and held your left hand up, giving him a thumbs up and a "mhm" as a confirmation.

"Hey, uh, Doc? The Kiddo's not doing well." Graham called to The Doctor causing you to groan.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just tired." You said, pulling your eyes fully open and you spot that Yaz and Ryan had turned to look at you. The Doctor was heading full speed to you and Graham.

"Guys I'm okay." You said, and let Graham and The Doctor shift you around.

The Doctor's sonic screwdriver was whirring in your face and your face scrunched up in discomfort from the noise. The Time Lord whispered a sorry as she scanned your body. "Huh, it just says sleep deprivation, a little bit of dehydration, and your a little bit hungry."

"Trying to beat your all-nighter score?" Ryan asked and you laughed softly.

"Nah, just not good at sleeping." You replied, turning to look over at him.

As Yaz and Ryan took in your face, their faces scrunched up in a wince and you realized you must've looked like you hadn't slept or at least like you've been hit by a metaphorical car.

"Did the TARDIS forget to start your night time process last night?" The Doctor asked, prompting the TARDIS to groan and rumble at the question.

The Doctor quickly pressed a hand against the console, a silent apology to the machine.

"No, she didn't. I just couldn't sleep, that's all." You were quick to defend the ship against her owner, even if you were half asleep.

The TARDIS let out what you interpreted as a happy groan and you smiled. The Doctor laughed softly. "She's spoiling the four of you, I know it."

"I hope she is. I still cant believe she lost my blanket." You grumbled.

The group around you laughed and The Doctor rested her hands on her hips. "I'm ordering a down day."

All of you groaned, and you yawned in the middle of your groan that caused The Doctor to whip her head around to look at you. "Specifically for you. The rest of us can stop in Sheffield, let the rest of them pick up some things from home and let you sleep."

You let out a slight groan and leaned your head back on the crystal pillar behind you. "We're gonna land and you four are gonna end up saving Earth again without me."

The Doctor shook her head. "We promise to not end up saving Earth without you."

You lifted your head, sending her a look. "I have the strange feeling that that promise is going to end up broken."

The Doctor gave you a look, one you'd only see when a parent was getting ready to scold their child. You laughed softly. "Sorry, Sorry. I'm just tired."

"Oh that's going to be your excuse for everything today, isn't it?"

"Yep, get used to it."

"Not if I get you to go to sleep."

"I'm okay."

"No you are not, c'mon kiddo, lets get you to your room."

#Doctor Who x reader #The Thirteenth Doctor & Reader #Platonic fanfic

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bloody-cupcakes · 2 months

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Doctor Who masterlist~

Dark content ahead. Read at your own risk

Tenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn reader scenario: he helps you celebrate your birthday

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn teen reader scenario: you ask to be taken back to earth after a few too many adventures (platonic)

Yandere/dark! Tenth Doctor x gn teen reader scenario: you discover he's purposely keeping you from leaving (platonic)

Eleventh Doctor

Yandere/dark! Eleventh Doctor x gn reader scenario: he scares you into a fit of hysteria by yelling at you

Twelfth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Twelfth Doctor x gn reader scenario: he visits you in the vault

Thirteenth Doctor

Yandere/dark! Thirteenth Doctor x gn reader scenario: she force-feeds you when you refuse to eat

Martha Jones

Martha Jones x yandere/dark! Timelord! gn reader

Missy/Gomez! Master

Yandere/dark! Missy/Gomez! Master x gn/afab reader scenario: she fingers you while you're trying to sleep

Whittaker! Master

Yandere/dark! Whittaker! Master x gn reader scenario: you get caught trying to escape

Yandere/dark! Whittaker! Master x gn reader scenario: after trying to escape, you're forced to make it up to her to avoid punishment

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noforkingclue · 4 months

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Thirteenth Doctor x reader x Dhawan!Master Masterlist

One Day- Complete

The Runaway Time Traveller- Complete

Requests

Angst

Nameless

Fluff

Competing

Fighting Over You

Hot Chocolates and Hot Water Bottles

Mysteries

Talking and Dancing

Hurt/Comfort

Your Relationship

NSFW

An Unusual Present

Platonic

Just One Day

#fanfiction #doctor who #thirteenth doctor #dhawan!master #thirteenth doctor x reader #dhawan!master x reader #reader insert #request

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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year

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cykirs · 1 year

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sattlersquarry · 3 years

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memory wipe (doctor who, post-flux fanfic)

A/N: this is part one of ???

Summary: You wake up on a dark planet in the middle of nowhere, no memories except your name.

Word Count: 1379

Pairings: Essentially 13th Doctor x Platonic!Reader, Yaz Khan x Platonic! Reader, Dan Lewis x Platonic!Reader. (aka I'm not in the mood to make this romantic lol)

Warnings: Mention of electric shocks and memory loss.

Wherever you are, it's dark and it's cold.

You open your eyes. You feel like you've been sleeping for so, so long.

You shoot to your feet, an unfamiliar landscape looming around you.

You're lying in a desert in the middle of nowhere. The stark expanse is only lit by a smattering of twinkling stars and a bright full moon. A purple moon?

You pull your jean jacket closer around you, hunching down for warmth.

How did you get here?

More importantly, how do you leave?

You hear a rustle behind you. You turn, seeing something in the near distance.

For a few moments, it wheezes and fades in and out of view. You back away, falling backward over a loose rock and landing on your ass as gracefully as you can.

So, not gracefully at all.

The mysterious thing (a big blue box) freezes, before it opens. You aren't sure what to expect, but a cheery blonde in a long blue coat was not high on that list.

"Found her!" she says, calling over her shoulder to someone(s) you cannot see. "I know the TARDIS would. She's Miss Reliable. Mrs. Reliable? Let's go with Ms."

The woman knock, knocks on the door frame of the box before exiting, two others close behind.

You stand on shaky legs, unsure of what to think of this trio of strange strangers.

"Y/N!" a tall man with a strong Scouser accent says. How did he know your name? "We're glad to see you."

"So, so glad," the third person says—a woman with a kind smile and a Northern accent. "Hopefully you weren't waiting too long?"

The trio look to you expectantly, waiting for you to say something—anything.

You clear your throat.

"Uhhh...hello," you say, waving awkwardly. "I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding."

"I know, I know," the blonde says. "The teleportation pads on the planet Parr-Gonn are all out of alignment."

She gestures to the purple moon—erm, planet—you noticed before.

"Thankfully it only knocked you to their nearest moon," she continues. "Let's get a look at you, yeah?"

She holds out a humming yellow device, stepping closer to you. You instinctively step back once more. A look of confusion passes over her features.

"Y/N?" she asks gently. "May I scan you with the sonic? Just to be sure you're all right."

"Who are you?" you blurt out.

The other two strangers share a glance, eyes wide.

"Who are we?" the blonde says. She forces out an awkward laugh. "Good joke, Y/N."

"I'm not joking," you say. "I don't know you. Any of you!"

"Impossible!" the man says. "It's us! You know us."

"I really don't," you say. "I'm sorry."

The blonde looks a bit shell-shocked, mouth agape and unsure what to do or say. You get the inkling she isn't used to not knowing what to say.

The other woman steps forward in her stead.

"My name is Yasmin Khan, but you all call me Yaz," she says. "That's Dan Lewis, and this...this is the Doctor. We travel together, through time and space, in that spaceship."

She gestures to the blue box that had appeared out of nowhere before.

"We were visiting that purple planet," Yaz continues, pointing up to the sky. "An earthquake hit as we were exploring an abandoned citadel. We couldn't get to our TARDIS from there, so the Doctor rigged up an abandoned teleportation pad to take us out. Do you remember any of that?"

You shake your head.

Yaz frowns, but continues.

"Dan and I were first out," Yaz says. "You went next, but the Doctor says an aftershock came along mid-teleport. It shot you here instead, to their nearby moon."

"And evidently wiped your memory!" Dan adds. "You really don't remember us, not even a little?"

You thought about lying to them to save their feelings, but you knew it wouldn't do any good.

"I'm so, so sorry," you say. "But no."

"No, I'm sorry," the Doctor says. She can't even look you in the eye. "This is all my fault!"

"It's not," Yaz says. "How would you know that would happen?"

"I should've known," the Doctor grumbles, shaking her head. "Stupid Parr-Gonn and their stupid earthquakes, and faulty teleportation travel systems."

"We should get them back to the TARDIS," Yaz says, nodding in your direction. "Maybe it's reversible."

"I hope so," you pipe up. "If I have been traveling through time and space and don't even remember, that's a damn shame. Wonderful memories, wasted."

The Doctor musters up a grin.

"That just means we'd have to take you back to all those amazing places," she says. "A victory lap. Come on, let's go."

She waves you forward, and you follow the trio to their mysterious appearing and disappearing box.

Inside, it's not what you expect. A console filled with switches and toggles is bathed in golden glow. The light makes it almost seem homey.

"Wow!" you say. "It's bigger on the inside!"

"So I've heard," the Doctor says. "Now sit."

You sit in a chair near the console. She pulls a helmet of wires from a hidden compartment and sticks it on your head.

"This device will monitor brain activity,” she explains, talking fast. “We should be able to locate the missing memories deep in your subconscious, and jumpstart them.”

“How?” you ask.

“I haven’t thought of it yet,” the Doctor says. “This is step 1 of a probably 37-step plan.”

37 steps?! Geez.

“Yaz, set a course for Earth,” the Doctor says. “I’ll begin collecting the readings from Y/N’s brain.”

Yaz begins to pilot the spaceship. It makes the whining sound you heard before.

The Doctor pulls a screen close to her face. She watches wavelengths zip across the screen over and over again. Dan looks curiously over her shoulder.

“Is that my brain?!” you ask, intrigued.

“It’s your thoughts,” the Doctor says. “Moving fast. Very fast. Good sign! There’s no brain damage.”

You open your mouth to protest—she hadn’t said that was a possibility!—but before you can retort, you feel a painful sting in your skull.

You wince. The brainwaves on the screen go faster.

“Now, what does that mean?” Dan asks, pointing to the screen.

“It means external stimuli,” the Doctor says. “Which should be limited right now…that’s rather odd. Hmm, I love a mystery!”

Zap! You feel the sting again.

“Doctor,” you say.

“Let’s run some diagnostics,” the Doctor says, not hearing you. She begins to flip switches, causing a longer, sharper sting.

“Ouch!” you shout.

“Doctor, STOP!” Yaz shouts from her position across the TARDIS console. “Look!”

Unbeknownst to you, the stings are caused by popping and fizzing sparks flying off the wire helmet.

“Oi!” Dan shouts. “Turn it off!”

“Oops!” the Doctor says. She powers down the device before gingerly lifting the helmet off your head. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I gathered,” you say dryly. You rub your pounding head.

“Sorry about that,” the Doctor says. She glances at the screen, now popping with white noise. “Bad news: I couldn’t get a clear reading. Good news: I know some place to go to get help. Yaz! Let’s change the flight path.”

“Where are we off to, then?” Yaz asks.

“New New York, on planet New Earth!” the Doctor says. “We’re visiting the New New York Hospital 2.”

“Where’re we going first?” Dan asks, clueless.

“Nowhere!” the Doctor says, pulling levers alongside Yaz.

“But you said we’re going to New New York Hospital, too,” Dan says. “So, where else are we going?”

The Doctor laughs.

“Homophones!” she says. “Confusing little buggers. I mean, it’s the second New New York Hospital, so it’s number 2. The first one got into a bit of trouble…it’s a long story. Would take about 42 minutes to tell, not including commercial breaks.”

The TARDIS shudders to a stop.

“We’ve arrived!” the Doctor says. She yanks open the door. “As I used to say last time I visited, Allons-y! Let’s go get Y/N’s memories back!”

You aren’t sure what to think of the bright, glimmering Utopia you’ve landed in, but if the hospital here will help you, you’ll take a chance. You step into the sunlight, following your friends toward a skyscraper nearby.

A/N lmk if you want to be tagged in this lil series :)

#thirteenth doctor x platonic reader #thirteen doctor x reader #doctor who fanfic #doctor who fanfiction #yasmin khan x platonic reader #yasmin khan x reader #dan lewis x platonic reader #dan lewis x reader #geez i hope i did these tags right #plz let this actually get seen by ppl hahaha

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redfoxwriter · 2 years

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Universes Collides (NAVIGATION)

You, a Malaysian human has discovered the whole of the universe. But then, the universe had other plans and has started to cause chaos. It is up to you to stop it all from merging into one big universe.

Character: Now, this particular character isn’t a British person. At least not in my thought. I thought it will be nice to have a character that isn’t from the UK. They are from Malaysia, a place where I am from. But, don’t worry, you still speak English and in fact, you apparently have a British accent (it could be any) and there is a reason why I have done this.

ALL PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN THE DOCTOR AND READER

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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imaginesoftheuniverse · 6 years

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Requested by anon

“So...you’re a woman now. It’s about time, if I say so myself,” you said, making a note of it in your tablet. You were glad times had progressed - keeping the Doctor’s file was much easier when it was electronic than paper.

“I keep forgetting that I am. Only really remember when people question my authority now; it’s pretty annoyin’, to be honest.” You raised a brow, smirking to yourself.

“You have authority now? If I remember correctly, you usually just pop up, without any authority right away.” The Doctor blinked, slumping her shoulders for a moment before shrugging.

“‘Pose so. Think it’s got more to do with those I travel with now than anything else. When they’ve got your back, it makes things easier.”

“Oh? Who are you traveling with now?” Her face instantly brightened, and you made a quick note of that as well.

“You’d love ‘em! I met ‘em when I first regenerated, you know. There’s Graham, Ryan, and Yaz, and they are just brilliant. Been a while since I’ve had so many traveling with me at once, but I love it, and I love them. Wouldn’t trade it for the entire universe.” You hadn’t seen this much enthusiasm in the Doctor since her eleventh reincarnation, and it was a nice change of pace.

“You never do, Doctor. Now, what have you been up to since regenerating? You know I always love hearing about your adventures.”

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voiddrop · 6 years

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Turned Around

A/N

13 x Reader where reader has a learning difficulty or something? - @probablypirates

This one is a little shorter than the others but I hope it’s still good and fitted the request well enough and is what you wanted! Also, you all should know that I have a beta reader/editor now! The lovely @toogayforwords will be editing my writing from now on unless stated otherwise, she will always be tagged and the begging on any writing in these Author’s Notes so please before sure to check her out and encourage her to post her own writing.

Tag list : @femreader

Y/N shifted from one foot to the other, glancing at the doctor out of the corner of her eye as she gnawed at her bottom lip in nervousness. They were all trapped on a ship that was at risk of blowing up at any given moment, and here Y/N was lost in the seemingly endless maze of sterile white corridors. The woman clasped her hands together, squeezing lightly in hopes of comforting herself and she looked around the corridor, forcing herself to try and calm down and recall her steps, "Doctor said go north..." She murmured under her breath, edging towards the hall to the left before pausing once more, face scrunching up in her focus, "O-Or was it South? Oh, oh God..." The human stopped and tensed up, realising she really couldn't remember what the Doctor had told her, the words where there but she just couldn't comprehend them. She had always been this way with numbers and directions but she had hoped that for once she wouldn't overthink and confuse herself even more.

She hated directions, at least the TARDIS could help her when she got lost but this ship couldn't show her to way to the control room where she was supposed to meet everyone else. Y/N groaned out of frustration, feeling a familiar pressure building up behind her eyes as she tried desperately to force herself to remember what the hell the Doctor had said, South? North? God what was the difference?!

Y/N was seconds away from crumbling to the ground in distress when she heard frantic footsteps, "Y/N!?" The Doctor's voice called out, worried and desperate. The sigh that heaved from her companion's lips was heavy with relief and she whirled around quickly, angrily wiping her eyes.

"Over here!"

The blonde time traveller rounded the corner quickly, her face shifting from panic to relief as she rushed over to the female, "There you are! I was so worried, what are you doing on this side of the ship?" The Doctor asked, still sounding worried as she looked around quickly for potential threats. "Nevermind that now, let's get a shift on, everyone is waiting." Y/N nodded and let the Doctor take her hand and leading her back the way the blonde had just come from, trusting the Time Lady to get to the control room safely.

When the ship was saved and Team TARDIS were back inside the blue box they all called home. Y/N expected to be left to her own devices like the rest of the gang but instead, the Doctor asked her to stay behind. Y/N blinked at her in surprise before nodding and hanging back, fiddling with the edges of her sleeves. The blonde watched her companion with concern, pulling down a lever and listening to the hum of the TARDIS before she rounded the console to stand in front of the timid human. "Is there something you want to tell me, Y/N?"

The human shifted uncomfortably, refusing to meet her friend's gaze. It would be better to tell the Doctor, much better, but the thought of revealing that she was broken compared to other people made Y/N feel nervous, she hated her brain and wished it would just work properly. Her eyes were burning again, tears threatening to cascade down her cheeks, and the Doctor noticed immediately. Familiar arms wrapped around her, pulling the human into a comforting hug. Y/N’s arms wormed under the Doctor's coat and wrapped tightly around her, seeking comfort in her closest friend.

"I have dyscalculia..." Y/N murmured softly, leaning back from the hug and staring at the ground, "means I struggle with numbers and patterns, but it also translates into directions for me as well."

"That's why you got lost earlier..." The Doctor realised, looking at her companion with wide eyes. Y/N nodded slowly and shifted, "Why did you tell me before?" The blonde asked, lips curling down into a frown.

"I guess I just didn't want you to be disappointed or think any less of me, I guess I was worried that if you knew how stupid I was-"

"Hey now," The Doctor interrupted, tone stern as she leant back to fix her eyes on Y/N, "None of that, you aren't stupid alright? So what if your brain is wired a little differently, doesn't make you any less brilliant than anybody else on this ship, never forget that." She pulled the female closer and Y/N relaxed into the Doctor's embrace, smiling against her shirt. Heat rose to her cheeks when she felt the Time Lady's lips brush against the top of her head.

"Thank you, Doctor."

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diamondwaters · 2 years

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❝ love is a choice ❞ chapter xii

summary: what was meant to be a simple, calm trip to an intergalactic museum ended up becoming a a trip through memories the doctor rather wanted to forget. only they weren't her memories. they were yours.

pairing: thirteenth doctor x reader (primary), eleventh doctor x reader

word count: 5.0k

warnings: bad past relationships

author's note: welcome to the chapter that i have been WAITING FOR!! i've had this chapter in mind for months and now there time is finally here!! that being said, i am very, very sorry for what you are about to read

The dance club melted away. The interior of the Williams-Pond living room came into view. The four of you were sitting on the couch in front of the television, a bad reality show playing at full volume. You rested a bowl of custard on your lap, all of you dipping cod fish fingers into it to recreate the first dish she consumed (and enjoyed because there were many she ate and despised) when she regenerated into her eleventh face.

“Yeah,” the Doctor nodded. “It’s okay.”

“What are you all doing?” Ryan questioned in reference to the food the four of you were sharing.

“We,” The Doctor prepped for the inevitable confusion/disgust. “Are eating fish fingers and custard.”

“You’re eating what and what?” Yaz gasped while Graham quietly gagged.

“Fish fingers and custard, I’ll have you know, is an absolute delicacy!”

The Doctor turned her back to them with a mask of indignation. Really, she just wanted to have a moment to herself before the storm that was about to happen in front of them. Every moment after that dance was one more moment towards the last day the Doctor had with you. Your time together was almost like a hill. The journey up was long, arduous, but from the top, you feel invincible—all it takes is a single misstep for you to tumble down the other side.

“If I had a restaurant,” The Doctor mumbled with a mouthful of fish fingers. “This would be all I’d serve.”

“Yeah right,” Amy scoffed. “You running a restaurant.”

“I’ve run restaurants before. Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding?”

Rory chuckled at first, but then his face loosened with realization. “You didn’t.”

The Doctor held a fish finger covered in a massive dollop of custard. “Pudding yet savory. Sound familiar?”

The four of you were meant to observe the black cubes that were scattered around almost an entire year ago. In all that time, they’d done nothing but end up as paperweights or something to throw into the trash when you don’t have the space anymore. After day 113, you had about given up on trying to figure them out in favor of maintaining your sanity.

“Mr. Pond,” Amy took the bowl from the Doctor’s hand when it was practically empty. “Come help me put these away?”

You saw her plan before it was even fully in motion. Amy wasn’t as slick as she liked to think, but she was definitely as persistent as she made herself out to be.

You hadn’t told the Doctor how you felt yet. In that time, though, you’d gotten better at being around him without your tongue becoming lead in your mouth. Every so often, you’d fumble through a conversation by the skin of your teeth, but those interactions were becoming far and few between. You’d even gotten back into your routine of going at each other’s throats, only to you, it felt less feral and more playful. You were happy with what you had with him, platonic or otherwise.

Regardless of your contentment with your relationship with the Doctor, you knew that Amy was not. She took any and every chance she got to let you know that you needed to get it together and tell him. If there was even the possibility of a moment where she could get the two of you alone, she manipulated the scene so that she had the two of you right where she wanted you. At that time, she was forcing Rory and herself out of the room so they could “clean the dishes together” as if it wasn’t an easy, one-person task. Most times, though, those manipulations ended in failure. Either you chickened out or the Doctor couldn't stand by you long enough for you to get a word out.

“Well,” The Doctor said with an abrupt jump off the couch. “I should get going. I told Kate that I would discuss the cubes again with her soon.”

“Do you have to go just yet? I mean, the cubes haven’t done anything, right?” You pretended to be blasé about it, but you really wanted him to stay a few extra moments. “And they still have a couple contestants left if you wanna, you know, finish watching before you have to go.”

The Doctor looked like he was contemplating his next move before returning to his place next to you. “Alright, I suppose I can stay until the end of the episode. You know, I’m really starting to see the appeal of these reality TV shows. They’re all so... real! With real people and real things that happen to those real people!”

You sucked in a large breath through your teeth, “I hate to break it to you, Doctor, but most of those shows are scripted. The people are real but…”

The Doctor’s face practically fell, and a pang of slight guilt filled your system, “Really? Even the American one with the dancing children and the mean lady?”

“I think the trauma from that show was real, just not the drama.”

“Oh, look at you,” The Doctor rejoiced with a clap. “Rhyming! I must be wearing off on you, aren’t I? Next thing you know, you’ll be making those puns you hate so much.”

“Oh, shut it,” You giggled, pressing your shoulder to his in a show of affection. “I don’t hate puns, I just hate yours.”

“So you say, but I think that you’re starting to like starshine!” The Doctor surmised.

If you admitted that you really were starting to like that nickname, the Doctor would never let you hear the end of it. If he found out that it made your heart beat just a little bit faster, he would boast until something else gathered his attention, then continue once he remembered. Sometimes you weighed the cost of having to live with the bragging against without, just so you could hear the nickname just a bit more. Pride overruled your choice in the end.

“Did you really invent the Yorkshire pudding? Or are you just messing again?” You asked out of genuine curiosity and a hint of attempted diversion.

“No, I really did! I also made the popsicles but some child from California beat me to the patent,” The Doctor’s tone got surprisingly serious for a beat. “I still hold a grudge against Frank Epperson to this very day.”

That same desire to learn more about the Doctor reappeared after its short-lived dormancy. Instead of the interest in the Doctor’s sad past, you wanted to know the small things. All the times the Doctor said something outlandish, you would brush it off as another one of his idiosyncrasies. Now, you would be happy with any little piece you could get. “What else have you done, huh? What? Were you D.B. Cooper too? Banksy?”

“I actually was Banksy, yes, so you can be sure that these cubes weren’t me.”

Graham gasped, “You weren’t kidding about that?”

“Seriously?” You gaped. “We’ve known each other– what? Eight years now?”

“And what a wonderful eight years it’s been!” The Doctor exclaimed, trying to keep the sadness at bay.

Despite having spent so much time together in the past year, what with the cubes and all, you knew that the Doctor was starting to miss the three of you. He was beginning to understand that your adventures wouldn’t be as frequent as they had once been. Adulthood, real adulthood with bills and jobs and responsibilities, crept up on you. You weren’t able to drop everything at the sound of the TARDIS’s engines to galavant across alien planets. It sucked, but that was just the reality of your situation.

That being said, you were a little bit okay with the cubes appearing on Earth. It meant that the Doctor wasn’t popping off in his box to fly away for however many months, only to return with the offer of meeting Stevie Nicks in the 70s. He was there, present, with all of you in all your adulthood glory. He was impatient as all hell during your time together, but he stayed. Even if it was just for a year, which in the grand scheme of his life was nothing more than a blip, it meant a lot to you.

“And in those eight years you didn’t tell us any of this?”

“Well, who knows?” The Doctor shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll tell you all of it. Maybe even get into my time as a ghostwriter for Nancy Drew! And at one point the Rainbow Magic series but please do not give that information to anyone.”

“Don’t worry I won’t,” You laughed. Your hand inched towards the Doctor’s, and from the corner of your eye, you could see that the Doctor noticed. His hand remained where it had been and stayed there when you put yours on his. “And I would really like to hear all of it one day.”

The Doctor’s fingers stilled in yours but didn’t make a move to retract them. You watched as they shifted beneath yours. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

You’d fallen into the trap that Amy and River had set for you. Both of them telling you that the Doctor had feelings for you made you believe it too. So did how you and the Doctor danced together that night at Club Tredecim. When he relaxed in your arms, when you felt the beat of his hearts against your chest, it felt right.

You considered that you were deluding yourself; love can do that to a person. But even if you were wrong, you would rather be that than live with the thought of what might have been, even if it would hurt like hell. You wanted to choose to love the Doctor, and you hoped that if he felt the same, he would choose to love you back.

“Listen, I-” But you didn’t want to talk anymore. Maybe the term 'now or never' was obsolete when you're a time traveler, but...

Your lips just barely ghosted the Doctor’s. They were soft, warm, and completely different from how you thought they’d feel. They also weren’t moving.

It was incredibly difficult to peel your lips from the Doctor’s. Not because you loved the kiss, even though you did- but because you already knew what you would see when you pulled away: the Doctor, his face contorted in an expression of shock, confusion, and the emotion that broke you as much as it might him, sorrow.

The Doctor’s mouth did that thing, the thing where it bobbed like a fish. You used to love that face. It meant that you were able to catch the Doctor with something that not even he could predict. And to see it right there in front of you meant that he didn’t see this coming. It meant that he didn’t feel what you felt. You made a mistake. This was wrong. You were wrong.

“I-” You could feel your heart trying to crawl up your throat. “S-Shit, I- I thought that- I wasn’t- Fuck, I’m so sorry-”

“Y/N, plea-” Why did it hurt more for him to use your real name?

“No, don’t! D-Don’t, um, I- I should go-!”

You were scrambling in every sense. You were struggling to rip the blanket the four of you shared from your body. It clung to you, the fabric sticking to your skin like a fucking parasite. When you finally managed, you couldn’t even jam your shoes on without almost tripping over the rug while doing it. And all the while, you were just saying words in no particular order. Whatever came to mind first, you said it. It didn’t matter if it made sense. Nothing needed to, because nothing did.

“W-Wow, so, I’m just- Gotta- I should- I’m so sorry,” The tears had already reached your chin, but you didn’t even remember feeling them until one dropped onto your hand. You frantically wiped it off with the sleeve of your jacket that you were heaving on. “I knew I didn’t- Why would I deserve it-?”

“Hey, wait, don’t say-”

“I should’ve just left it alone- Shit! Where the fuck are my keys?” You cried out.

“What’s going-” Amy came out from the kitchen following the sudden eruption of noise.

“Sorry!” You babbled so that Amy didn’t have enough time to take in the situation. “It’s, um, work emergency!”

“What-? But-”

“Gotta go, I love you! Amy! I love you, Amy!”

You didn’t wait for Amy’s reply but heard her shout at the Doctor through the door, “What did you do?”

The isolation of your car only brought you mild security. You didn’t feel any kind of safety until you sped down the street, further and further away from Amy’s house and the fucking blue box parked out front. Even looking at her, the roof especially, was like looking at a treasured photograph, scratched and yellowed with age.

You knew you shouldn’t have been driving in those conditions. People got into accidents over lesser things than the inability to see through tears. You slowed to a halt in an empty parking space by the pavement. You felt bad for whoever lived in the houses surrounding you because if they looked outside their window, they’d see someone with tears streaking their cheeks. Someone hunched over the wheel while trying just to get a proper breath into their lungs.

Colors began to blur together, like sidewalk chalk in the rain. You couldn’t see any shapes through the screen of your tears, and the lines of the book you were trying to read were nothing but black blobs. Eventually, you just gave up trying to hold them back and slammed the book shut.

You squeezed your eyes tightly to push the building salt water out faster. If you forced them out, maybe you could be done and over with this crying fest. Even though people didn’t often come to the lake at this time, there was still the risk of someone deciding to have a sunset date. The last thing you wanted was for some people to walk up on you having a breakdown. It wasn’t even finals week yet, so you had no excuse, really.

The lake was always the one place on campus where you felt safe. You always sat in the pink chair because it gave you the best west-facing view for when the sun went down.

You could think there. Breathe. And you needed nothing more than to take several thousand deep breaths after the afternoon that you had.

The day hadn’t started so horrible, but when you were meant to meet up with your partner, you’d been ambushed with a conversation that you really didn’t want to have in the student lounge. When you had asked to go somewhere perhaps a little quieter, he refused, saying that if you did, you would find some excuse to rush off. You’d say that you had a huge essay due in the morning that couldn’t wait or that your professor’s office hours were going to be over soon. Worst of all was that he might have been right.

You’d hoped that going to your favorite spot might give your mind a little more clarity, but it was still cluttered with the exact words from him that repeated over and over.

“Excuse- Ow!”

One word from an unknown source, and you sprang into action. The book you’d closed was suddenly launched at your unsuspecting target. You didn’t even see his face before he crumpled to the ground after a direct hit to the forehead. You only caught a quick glimpse of gray hair before your adrenaline died, and reason was resurrected.

You’d just fucking hit an old guy.

Regret flooded through you in an instant. “Oh, my- Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry, sir!”

You ran towards the man to help him up, but he was already rising to his feet.

“It-It’s alright!” His voice was heavy with an accent. What was it? You were so discombobulated, but it was right on the top of your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I-I just got scared!” Was it Irish?

“It’s quite fine, I assure-” Or one from Yorkshire?

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” Geordie?

“No, not at all,” Oh. Oh, how could you miss it? Your own best friend was Scottish, you should’ve been able to spot that from a mile away. “Really, I’m alright. Are you?”

You blinked blankly, “What?”

“Well, I was coming here to see the, um, the sunset. A colleague of mine who works here says it’s one of the most gorgeous sights they’ve ever seen,” The man explained with a few fatigued huffs. “Wanted to see it for myself, but… I heard you crying.”

“Oh,” You said before breaking off into a groan. You slapped the palms of your hands to your face, the tears that weren’t even dry yet seeping into your skin. “Oh, that’s so nice of you. And I hit you with a book, oh my God!”

“Really, I’m fine,” The man brushed off some of the sand from his jacket, which you noticed was torn at the left shoulder. He saw you eyeing the rip, “Ah, this. I was– well, I was trying to grab some nuggets from the cafeteria. Apparently the volleyball players on the women’s team are pretty aggressive when it comes to those.”

You hesitantly snickered, “They’re pretty vicious, aren’t they?”

“Indeed,” The man agreed. He pulled out a black wallet with an ID inside. He presented it to you for a few seconds before stuffing it into his pocket. “Dr. John Smith. I lecture at St. Luke’s University in Bristol. I’m here for a conference but just, you know, wanted to see the lake.”

“I bet you didn’t expect to be attacked twice,” You murmured guiltily. “I’m Y/N, I’m just a student here. I should let you-”

“You never answered my question.”

You noted a slight shaking in his legs while he uprighted himself. “Do you wanna sit down?”

Dr. Smith mentally weighed his options but eventually followed you to the array of painted wooden beach chairs dug deep into the sand.

“So,” Dr. Smith started once he was seated in the yellow chair next to yours. “What’s got you so upset?”

You bit your bottom lip while trying to think of how to say this. You were never the best at these kinds of things, but you hoped that talking to someone with no prior opinion of you– if you overlooked throwing a hardcover novel at his head– might make it a little easier. “I don't know. Nothing big, just… love? I guess? Or lack of, maybe?”

“Ahh, love,” Dr. Smith sighed dolefully. “I know all about that.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” He shrugged passively. “I’ve lived a long life. I’ve fallen in love many times, but… Well, there’s always one that sticks with you, isn’t there? Sometimes, it’s your first love and others will be the one you lost. But there’s always one.”

You weren’t sure if you had had that yet. Yeah, there were romances that you looked at fondly, but you couldn’t pinpoint the one that stuck out above the rest. If you had to, you might say this one. So far, it’s been the one that left you the most hollowed out once it was over. You hoped that would change someday.

“I’ll tell you my tragic love story if you tell me yours.”

You instantly wanted to put the words back into your mouth. This man was a complete stranger to you. You couldn’t just say shit like that and expect him to–

Dr. Smith was laughing. And it didn’t seem like he was shocked by your retort, not at all. He was laughing like someone who would expect this kind of behavior from you, not some ignorant to your dry wit. “O-Okay! I’ll take you up on that.

“There was someone. A long time ago. We both traveled together, you see. At first, we didn’t like each other. We were always fighting, driving our friends who traveled with us to the brink of madness. But then that was because we were so similar. Too similar. The two of us might as well have been mirrors of one another. And that… I think that made both of us terrified. More so myself than them- I'm not so sure about that now- but that was because I knew they could hurt me… One look at them smiling the brightest I’d ever seen them and I knew. So, I started running. Then they did too. We ran in opposite directions to the point that when I finally decided I could turn around… I couldn’t see them anymore. I’d lost them.”

“That sounds like something I would do. Well, I guess it sounds like something I have done,” You swallowed the cry that was building in your throat. Dr. Smith was waiting patiently next to you, but you could sense his anticipation. “Running, I mean. That’s kinda how my last relationship ended. And some of my other ones too. We were close to getting real, I think. We were talking about after graduation and life and it just… I started throwing myself into my work. He said that I was doing it because I was afraid. That I was a coward, because I was trying to get away. Then, he said that…”

This was the blow that took you down. “That I deserve to be alone.”

You knew it wasn’t true, but it didn’t mean that those words didn’t try to tattoo themselves into your insides. The more you kept repeating it, the faster the ink dried. You were so desperately trying to stop yourself, but it wasn’t like the human brain was adept at listening to commands.

“And I know he was just mad-!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dr. Smith interrupted. “No one deserves to be alone. No one deserves to be told that. Whoever told you that is a complete idiot. A total moron! Should be ashamed of himself!”

“But he wasn’t wrong. At least, not about me being scared.”

The truth was that this was a pattern, and one you didn’t even mean to continue. Most times, when you got like this, the relationship fizzled out on its own, like a campfire that didn’t get poked enough. This was the first one that ended up in an explosion with fiery debris. You’d felt horrible on all accounts, regardless of whether or not the end was incendiary, but you didn’t have to confront yourself with your inadequacies until someone pointed them out. You didn’t have to force yourself to come to the conclusion that you really were terrified.

“I had a friend once who said that love was a choice,” Dr. Smith began. His eyes remained fixed on the water, but you could see he was more present than he wanted to appear. “She had said it to my star… Well, suffice it to say that I spent a very long time trying to figure out what that meant. If I could have chosen not to love them, I would. It might have saved us both the pain. But then, I understood. You choose love despite the pain, because there always will be in the end. As dark as that sounds, it’s true. And I’ll always… I’ll always wonder how things might have been different if I made another decision.”

That was really a beautiful way to look at it… But was it actually that easy? It didn’t feel like the entirety of love could be defined as something someone can choose. When you were with some of your exes, you didn’t feel like there was any decision to make. There was only one option in front of you, and it was one you were comfortable making time and time again.

Maybe you just hadn’t found a love worth choosing yet. That was a nice thought.

“Do you still love them?” You spotted the lack of a ring on his left hand.

Dr. Smith smiled wistfully, “I do.”

“Do you know if they’re still out there?” You wondered.

“I haven’t seen them in years,” Dr. Smith shook his head woefully. “They’re gone from my life.”

“Mmm,” You hummed. “Not gone then.”

“Excuse me?”

“They might still be out there. By some beautiful miracle, it might not be too late to reconcile. I know it’s probably just hopefulness but… Hope is a good thing, isn’t it?”

Dr. Smith smiled, reaching his eyes, “That it is.”

“Do you know what I think?” You asked gently.

“What’s that?”

“I think that if life ever hands you that miracle and you get the chance to see them again, you should tell them– nothing else! You should tell them ‘I choose to love you.’”

Dr. Smith pulled his eyes away from the lake to look at you. His eyes were questioning, but you would understand that his words were not. He said back, “I choose to love you.”

“Exactly!” You nodded excitedly. “They’ll understand, I just know it.”

You heard someone shout your name from the direction of the dorms. You recognized it as your roommate’s but made no move to respond. She could wait one moment.

“Aren’t you going to go see your friend?” He asked with a slight head nod but not looking away.

His question went unanswered. You rolled out of your chair and dropped to your knees beside the arm of his chair. For a moment, you stared at him. You look in every curled lock of wild gray hair, every wrinkle, every speck of color inside the blue of his eyes beneath those bushy brows. Your hand fell delicately against the apple of his cheeks, sunken slightly from age. His skin wasn’t soft like it had been before, but it was a welcoming sensation all the same.

“It was him,” You whispered. “Wasn’t it?”

"Maybe," Dr. Smith- the Doctor acknowledged.

"I should've noticed," You chastised yourself, your lips curled into themselves to keep a sob inside. It didn't work. "I-I should've noticed that it was him. I know him… I just… I should have known it was him that day and maybe…"

The Doctor brought his hand to yours. It felt so different from the Doctor you knew, but then, you'd never touched this Doctor's hand. You wouldn't ever really know what it felt like. You'd have to be content with only the idea of how it might have been to hold his hand. "Give yourself some credit. You were hurting."

He was so much older. You knew the Doctor had completely different faces when he regenerated, but this… If it weren't for the eyes, and if it weren't for the gift of memory, you never would have even known. You might have lived the rest of your life thinking that this man was no more than a stranger passing by. Perhaps the Doctor just got his timing wrong again.

You had seen the Doctor’s previous faces. You remembered how all eleven of them looked, and this one never appeared in TARDIS files. This face was new. He must have regenerated into him. And that meant there were probably years worth of things that he’d gone through. You wanted to know what those things were, who he’d met, but you needed to know if he had been alone through it all. You couldn’t be there, but you prayed upon the stars that he forsook his stubbornness and offered companionship to some lucky girl despite everything you said.

“He looks so tired.”

You heard your roommate again, this time more insistent. You couldn’t stay in this moment forever. That’s what she said, without having to say more than your name.

“Just… can I hear him say it before I go?”

You would never see this face again, and you only wanted to hear him call you, “Starshine.”

Trying to bite back a choked, pathetic mixture of a laugh and a cry and failing, you lowered yourself back into your seat to the exact position you’d been in before. Even when you slipped back into the ignorance of the memory, the imprint of his cheek against your hand wouldn’t leave you. You turned your head to see your roommate with bags from the cafeteria. In an act of kindness, she said she’d grab you both dinner and some ice cream to dig into from the convenience store. “That’s my friend. I should–”

When you looked back to tell Dr. Smith you needed to go, the yellow beach chair was empty. You didn’t see him anywhere nearby, and there didn’t even seem to be any trace that he was there with you at all; it was like he had just up and vanished.

“Hey!” Your roommate greeted you. Her eyebrows furrowed at your concerned expression. “Everything alright?”

“Um,” The fresh tears that weren’t there at the time dripped into the corner of your mouth. The saltiness tasted like regret. “Y-Yeah. Fine. So, what’d you get?”

“That lake…” Graham muttered. “I know that lake. I’ve seen it before.”

“Gamma Pictoris,” Yaz stated, turning to the Doctor. “You accidentally took us there when we were trying to get to Gamma Pictoris. We went to the wrong place. This place.”

“It was just as beautiful as they said it was… The TARDIS took me there,” The Doctor began, not looking at anyone. “Right before I transformed into this face… I guess it was a good thing I was already going through the regeneration process because that book really hurt!”

She was laughing, but there was nothing comedic in her smile. There was centuries of grief for the love that she never got to save. When she looked at the face before this one, she saw it in his smile too. All that mourning, but never really knowing what for. Because the worst part about losing you was that there was no finality. She’d lost so many before you and more after, but she knew where they were. Even if it was in death… or abandonment, she knew.

In some wry, cruel fashion, the Doctor never had an ending with you.

“Guess she took me there to remind me.”

“Remind you of what, Doc?” Graham asked.

To keep looking for that ending. “I have to make a phone call.”

The Doctor rushed to her feet, making a swift exit while the emerging image of Manhattan appeared behind the glass.

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