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i was GAGGED. realized i have a toxic relationship with the doctor bc i don't like when ppl point out his red flags

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A Trip to Rome - Doctor Who x Reader

heyyy I started writing this last april and then disappeared for... a while... and finished it today lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts :)

11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2,600+

Summary: After traveling with The Doctor for a while, you finally decide to go to Rome. While getting ready, you realize your feelings for The Doctor might be more than platonic. Could he feel the same way about you?

No warnings :) any gender reader

You had been traveling with The Doctor for a while now. Maybe close to a year, but you weren't 100% sure because it was hard to keep track of time. It didn't take you long to figure that out either, you really stopped counting the days after around three months.

You probably stopped then because subconsciously something in you knew that your days with The Doctor would never end. Subconsciously, you were in love with The Doctor.

You had never been good at differentiating platonic and romantic feelings. All your past partners had revealed their feelings to you and then you started developing feelings of your own. It didn't mean you were any less in love with them, it just meant you needed a little more pushing. But with The Doctor it was different.

"Y/N!" The Doctor exclaims your name excitedly, "Where do you wanna go today?" He clasps his hands together and breaks into a childlike smile from ear to ear.

You look at him from your spot in the library. It was a beautiful place to sit. The book shelves covered every wall and spread like a forest through the room. The thousands of books gave the room a permanent smell of old parchment, a smell that you delightfully filled your lungs with whenever you entered the library. Vines covered the book shelves and ceiling, somehow without sunlight on The TARDIS. And, of course, the swimming pool was in there too.

"Hmmm," you place your finger to your lips, thinking, while a smile creeps onto your lips. "Ooo how about Rome? I've always wanted to go! I used to be-"

"I've already been to Rome." He responds with a frown.

"But you haven't been with me!" You say with a wink. "C'mon, let's go," you start, grabbing his arm and dragging him behind you towards the door. "We're gonna find me the perfect outfit in the TARDIS's wardrobe!"

You hear him chuckle loudly in response, you can tell his frown has turned into an even bigger smile than before. What you couldn't see, was the blush that tainted his cheeks. "Alright, fine. We'll go to Rome!"

-+-

"y/n, you've been looking in there for an hour! Is there really nothing 'worthy of Rome'?" You couldn't see him, but you knew he was being dramatic with flailing arms and exaggerated expressions.

"You know, you don't have to be so dramatic and impatient all the time! It's not like we're in a hurry. We've got all the time in the world." You yell back from the spot you're changing.

Maybe he wasn't being that dramatic about you taking an hour, but he was unbearably impatient most of the time. One time, the two of you had gone to a traveling carnival planet (The Doctor wouldn't elaborate on how the planet could travel) and he complained about the lines having a thirty minute wait. He'd hate Disney World.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You liked your outfit. It was simple, and you were sure you were going to fit in with the common people. Well, if The Doctor is able to land in the right time period, apparently it's harder than it looks.

"Haha, very funny." He says deadpanned.

You roll your eyes and make your way out towards him. Once you were in his sight, he couldn't look away. He was in awe of you. "Sooo, do you like the fit?" You spun in a circle to show him the whole thing, "I feel like a true Roman peasant!" You said fake dreamily, bringing your arms to your face.

He just stares at you.

"Doctor?" Your brows furrowed in confusion, "You okay?"

He snaps out of it. His posture straightens and he turns on his heel away from you, "Yup, yup, all good. No problemo. Whatsoever. Ready to go?"

"My outfit?" You say with a small frown. He spins back towards you, and you grab the clothing fabric to show him.

"What?"

"Do you like it, Doctor?" 

"Yes y/n, I do." He walked towards you and grabbed your hands in his, "I like everything you wear."

You look into his eyes and smile softly. A small blush forms across your face. He smiles back at you with so much care and love. You can feel your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you." you softly say. "Are you going to change too?" You look down at his outfit. He wears it everyday. His cute little brown tweed jacket and 'cool' bowtie. Of course he looked nice, it was a nice outfit, but not exactly Roman material.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" The way he says it is reminiscent of a toddler. It's funny how someone who has experienced so many lives can act so young sometimes.

"Well, it's not exactly suited for the Roman Empire, is it?" You reach your hand up to his bowtie and play with it, "I don't even think this would exist yet." You meet his eyes again.

The way he's looking at you feels new. You realize that you've never really been this close to The Doctor, except in life threatening situations. This felt domestic. His eyes were full of admiration, not fear or strategy. You felt warm and safe. You felt like you're where you're meant to be.

"I suppose you're right." He reaches his hands up to the bowtie. His hands hover over yours.

"I always am." You say, letting a breath out.

You both just stand there. Looking into each other's eyes. Feeling his hands over yours as his chest rises and falls with each breath. Your eyes flicker down, looking at his soft pink lips.

You pull away.

"Um, I'll wait for you at the console." You quickly go into the TARDIS hallway.

What was that? What just happened? Was he flirting? Were you flirting? Did you like him? Did he like you? Why did you want to kiss him and stay in his arms forever?

You get to the console and place your elbows on it, then place your face in your hands. "Ohh y/n, what are you doing!" you grumble out loud. "You can't like The Doctor, he's not a relationship person! I doubt he's ever even been in a relationship!" You groan loudly into your palms, "What is wrong with me?"

You rub your eyes, then your cheeks, and then your temples in an attempt to relax your brain. It might've worked, if The Doctor didn't walk into the console room looking like a Roman god. Now you were in awe. Starting at his exposed arms that shine under the TARDIS light, his disheveled brown hair that makes you think about other things, and his smile that always brightens your day.

"And how's my outfit?" He greets, spinning in a circle as you did.

You take a moment to answer. "I think we'll fit right in."

You smile at each other.

-+-

The city of Rome was a lot busier than you had expected. There were hundreds of people walking the cobblestone paths and quite a large number of horse-drawn wagons too. The people of Rome were fast-paced, many of them dashing past you and The Doctor as you two casually strolled along the roads. Your face was plastered with a smile from the moment you exited the TARDIS. Being in the place you've always dreamed of being was... well a dream come true!

"So my dear y/n," he says clasping his hands together cheerily, "what is it that you wanted to do? Watch a fight in the Colosseum? Try to chat with the Emperor? Visit the Vestal Virgins?" He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and with mischief in his voice he continues, "haggle with some local merchants for authentic Roman artifacts?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you with a smile as you laugh.

You push him off of you, "You're such a dork Doctor. Why do you even want to haggle? Don't you have plenty of souvenirs from the other times you've been here?" You roll your eyes playfully at him as you start walking into the market.

"Well, yes... but I've never haggled in Rome with you, y/n!" He jogs a little to catch up to you, "So, what do you say? Should we start with the man with the hefty moustache on your left or the lady selling sandals up ahead?"

"I never said yes to haggling!"

"Oh but you never said no!" He took your hand in his and headed towards the sandal selling lady, "Hellooo ma'am, my lovely wife here had just broken her favorite sandal last week! This beautiful one right here," he pointed to one with gems lining the sandal strap, "would just be a perfect replacement as her new favorite?" He phrased it like a question and looked at the lady, pleading with his eyes.

You were a little confused, but tried your best to not show it on your face by feigning a smile at her. Why had he called you his 'lovely wife'? He'd never done such a thing before.

"They're 10 silver coins each." The lady responded deadpanned.

"Oh, ma'am, we've just given our son all our silver coins. We only have a few bronze ones," He reached his hand into his pocket (where he was apparently stashing coins?) and showed her a handful of bronze coins. "Would this be enough?"

She crossed her arms and looked at him and then at you. The Doctor's plan clearly wasn't working.

You put on your best sad face, "Please miss? Our son, he's... he's not well. He hasn't been well in ages. Some new sandals would just make me so happy and make caring for him a little bit easier." She doesn't budge. "Please?" You force your eyes to water, pleading with her as best you can.

"Fine." She says sternly as she snatches the coins from The Doctor's hand. "Just take it and go."

You grab the sandals and quickly walk away from the market stand, The Doctor right behind you.

Once you’re out of her sight, you turn to The Doctor and push his chest playfully, "You could've at least told me our cover story, Doctor!"

He laughs boastfully, "That wouldn't have been nearly as fun! Plus you did a great job! No prep needed."

"Ugh, you're so stupid." You can't help but smile at him. "C'mon let's go find someone else to swindle." You grab his hand and lead him farther into the city.

-+-

A few swindled people later and you were starving, and so The Doctor took you to his favorite restaurant in Rome. It was hidden in an alley, and was quite fancy for the time period. You were sitting at a small table for two that overlooked the ancient city, a lit candle in between you two and glasses of wine in front of you. It was almost romantic. 

“I had a lot of fun today Doctor,” You say to him, “this was a nice, and needed, break from being chased by aliens.”

He laughs softly and looks up at you with a soft smile, “I had a lot of fun too, y/n. I'm glad you convinced me to take you to Rome. Last time I was here I was nearly killed!”

“When are you not nearly killed on your travels?” you smile cheekily at him, endearment in your eyes.

“That's a good point y/n,” He grabs his wine glass and raises it in the air, “let's make a toast. A toast to a nice, relaxing day in Rome.”

You clink your glass against his, “Cheers to that.” You both take a drink of your wine and sit silently for a moment, admiring the city below.  

“We should do this more often.”

“Do what? Come to Rome?” 

“Have relaxing days. Just the two of us. Exploring cities without the threat of losing you. We should have more dinners too, with fancy wine and fancy cheese.”

“Careful Doctor, if I didn't know you I’d think you were saying we should go on dates.” You laugh to yourself. You wished that was what he was asking. Of course you loved going on life threatening adventures with him, but the human in you wanted connection and love. And after your moment with him this morning, you couldn't stop wanting him to be that connection and love. 

“Well… what if I was?” His hand reaches behind his head and he begins nervously scratching the nape of his neck. 

You're definitely lost. “Wait, what?”

“What if I was saying we should go on dates, y/n? Is that something you’d want to do?”

“Well I um…. I…” you're flustered and tripping over your words. This is not where you expected today to go. “Um, I would really like that to be honest. But, I didn't think you were the dating type? I mean you're always traveling from place to place and you've never mentioned past relationships and-”

“y/n.” He stops you before you ramble, “You're right, I'm not usually the dating type. In fact I don't usually allow myself to fall in love. But traveling with you, y/n, it's been life changing. And trust me, I've lived a lot of lives. Something about you is different. I wasn't able to fight it. And after today I don't want to anymore. The thought of settling down in one place isn't so scary anymore, not if I'm with you.” 

“Wait I- I don't understand. Are you saying you love me?”

“Yeah y/n, I think I am.”

You stare at him blankly, unable to form a thought in your head. 

“I love you y/n. I've loved you for a long time but I haven't been able to admit it. You're very special to me. You're my companion. My y/n.”

You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know what to think. When you first met The Doctor you had no idea anything like this would happen (well to be fair you had no idea anything that happened to you would happen). “I think I love you too?”

“You think? Why are you saying it like a question? I just confessed my love for you and you say, ‘I think I love you too?’” he repeats you mockingly, “What kind of response is that?!” 

You burst out into laughter, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I love you too, Doctor. And I agree, we should do this more often.” 

He smiles softly at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “You're so beautiful when you laugh.”

“Shut up, idiot.” You say while blushing, trying to hide the smile on your face. 

“Mmmm, no I don't think I will.” He stands up from his seat across from you and reaches his arm out to you, “Dance with me?”

“Dance without any music?”

He pulls out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and points it into the air, it makes the soft whirring sound you're oh so familiar with, and orchestral music begins to play, “C’mon, you don't have an excuse now.” He smiles cheekily at you.

You roll your eyes and grab his hand while standing up. He pulls you in close to his body, you softly shout in surprise, and he begins to sway you back and forth. He’s smiling down at you with love, care, and admiration clearly in his eyes. They sparkle while they search across your face, taking in your beaming smile and similar look in your eyes. 

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, which of course you reciprocate. You lean your head against his chest and sway together with the music.

“I love you, my y/n.”

“I love you too, my Doctor.” 

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Drumming - Doctor Who x Reader

hiii this is my first fic in about 4 years probably :) this is obviously a new account, so yeah that's why there's nothing else here. um anyways, i definitely got incredibly carried away with this, did not have an idea going into it (still think it ended up great), 12 is probably out of character, and i somehow wrote it in under 3 hours??

anyway, I hope it's enjoyable! and please let me know your thoughts :)

12th Doctor x Reader

(really student/professor but can be romantic or platonic, whatever vibes you catch.)

Word Count: 2,600+

Summary: You have been hearing a drumming in your head. One, two, three, four. It's been affecting your mental state, and you haven't been to class in a while. Maybe your professor, The Doctor, is able to help figure this out?

Warnings: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts. any gender reader, but makeup mentioned.

A drumming had been haunting you for months as you slept.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

It would sound non-stop until you couldn't bear it any longer, and woke up. Every time you would wake up the same: in a cold sweat, panting, with tear streaks running down your face.

Each day the drumming's effect on you grew. It was affecting your mental state immensely. You felt a deep pain and sadness hanging over you like a cloud most days. You wouldn't be able to get out of bed, much less go to classes. You weren't hungry often, and couldn't eat when you were. You avoided your friends and your schoolwork, occasionally texting your parents to keep them from worrying.

You weren't sure if your professors noticed your absences. They hadn't reached out to you in any way. It's not like they'd notice you in the sea of students. They must see hundreds a day anyways.

It's not like anybody would notice you anyway. At least that's what the drumming would whisper to you.

One, two, three, four.

You keep to yourself. Don't have any close friends in your classes, and not many close friends at school in general. Nobody really knew who you were. Your favorite color. Childhood pets. How long it takes you to sleep. How often you're awoken by the drumming.

One, two, three, four.

Nobody would notice if you're gone.

One, two, three, four.

They don't even notice when you're there.

One, two, three, four.

-+-

You wake up. In a cold sweat. Panting. You reach both your hands to your face and rub your palms on your cheeks. Tears were cleared from your face and now sat on your hands. You sit up and release a heavy sigh. It's like the sigh has been waiting to escape all night. Like your body was relieved to be released from the nightmare drumming.

You decide to get out of bed, an easier decision than previous day's had been. You stretch your limbs and yawn. You walk to the bathroom and face your reflection. Today was going to be okay.

Or will it be.

One, two, three, four.

"It will be. Today will be okay." You affirmed to yourself in the mirror. You let out another sigh, smiled at yourself softly, and began your morning routine.

You do your make-up while watching a video. You found that taking the time to do your make-up gave you time to relax, breathe, and be yourself. You felt better about your days when you take this extra time to yourself in the morning. So, whenever you manage to get out of bed, you try to manage doing make-up too.

The video you watched was just of some guy unnecessarily analyzing a TV show you liked. He went into extreme detail about small details from the show and created theories about why certain things happened and what might happen next. You enjoyed his content. He reminded you of one of your professors.

He was a very kind old man who you can tell cares deeply about everything he talks about. He has a Scottish accent that somehow grows stronger with excitement. He's enthusiastic and rambles, and never really has a set course of taking points. He just lets his mind and his heart lead him. Saying whatever he finds most awestrucking and veering off topic drastically. In fact, you weren't really sure what the class was meant to be about.

The course description when signing up simply said, "Discussion-based class, humanities topics." The syllabus was no extra help, practically said the same thing with all the extra school required information listed. But it fulfilled your humanities credit, and the first day was interesting enough, so you stayed in the class.

Thinking about the professor, The Doctor, just The Doctor, made you want to go to his class. You checked the time on your phone. It did start in a little over two hours. You finished getting ready and then waited.

You waited maybe fifteen minutes before getting bored. You quickly put your bag together and walked out your door, then your building, into the outside would. It had been at least thirty-two hours since you were last outside. The air felt cool against your skin, reviving your senses and making you softly smile to yourself. You could hear the wind rustle the branches of nearby trees that swayed. Somehow, these trees looked the same as ever, and more beautiful than ever.

You turn around in a full circle and take in the Earth around you. She really is beautiful. You don't sit with her enough.

With new energy in your body, the dark cloud caused by the drumming smaller than ever, you walk around your campus mindlessly. Every step you take grounds you to the Earth, reminding you that the drumming can't be real.

One, two, three, four.

It isn't real.

-+-

You take a seat in the auditorium where The Doctor's class is held. You gently place your bag on the floor next to you and wait as the seats pile up. Five minutes later the room is almost full, and the tall man with short grey hair walks in, greeting the class with a Scottish, "Hello!" as he places his bag down and immediately starts writing on the chalkboard.

"Music." is written on the board. He swiftly turns around on his heel. He stops and makes direct eye contact with you. He stares for a moment, a twinkle in his eye. He diverts his attention from you and begins speaking,

"So," he clasps his hands, "who wants to tell me the importance of music to humanity?"

Hands shoot up all around you. You had been missing a fun class.

-+-

The class ends and you have a beaming smile on your face. You hadn't realized truly how fun and entrancing The Doctor was. Every student was hooked on his every word, waiting for what insane piece of information would come flying out of his mouth next. Every student including you.

The class was packing their bags and leaving around you. You heard groups starting to chat. Friends laughing loudly.

You don't have friends like that here. Your smile falls.

One, two, three, four.

A tap on the wooden desk in front of you wakes you from your thoughts, a Scottish voice accompanying it, "Are you okay, y/n? I noticed you haven't been to class in a while."

You looked up at The Doctor, no doubt admiration for him and sadness from your thoughts filling your eyes. He could read your eyes. He could read the pain and the sadness. He's felt it before.

"You noticed?" You stifled out.

"Of course I noticed." His face softened, "All of my students are important to me."

"But there's so many of us?"

"So?"

You didn't have a response to that. You suppose he was right. You just looked down at your bag, grabbed it, and started to stand up.

"Would you like to come into my office?"

You looked at him, confused and shocked.

"Just for lunch and to discuss whatever is going on. If you'd like." You look at him, still confused. Your head cocks slightly to one side, and your mouth begins to open, but The Doctor beats you to it, "I lost a student not too long ago. Her name was Bill. Bill Potts. I miss her a lot, you see, she was more than just my student. She was also my friend. She made me better. I can see her in you, and I would hate to... " He pauses, "I'm just worried about how many classes you've missed. You may not be able to pass my course."

You're really confused now. The gears are turning in your head, processing his confession of loss turned into you not passing the class. The Doctor can see the gears turning on your face, in the way your eyebrows scrunch intensely and your pupils move back and forth. You close your eyes, relax your face, and look at him with a smile.

"I would like to go to your office, yeah. Thank you." Your eyes are sincere, and when you meet his, so are they.

You follow him a short ways through campus to his office. His steps and your steps opposite. Like the drumming.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

You try to ignore it. You try really hard but can't. You stop walking, and the drumming stops. You sigh in relief, The Doctor looks back at you with concern.

"Sorry," you say, catching up to him with a smile, "I thought I saw something."

"Like what?" He asks, curiosity filling his face.

"Oh, nothing." You weren't expecting him to ask. You didn't know what to say.

He hums in response, picking up pace until you're at his office. It's a huge room with a desk in the middle, you take a seat on one side of it while The Doctor sits opposite. He has many picture frames on his desk, and a mysterious blue police box in the corner you can't take your eyes off.

One, two, three, four.

"What's that?" you ask, pointing at the box before you can help yourself.

"A police box. It's from London in the 60's. I'm a bit of a collector of sorts."

He had this lie down pat. But you could tell he wasn't being truthful, you didn't know how, but you knew. You didn't press on about the box. You just nodded and smiled, "That's cool."

He nodded too. "Let's talk about why you've been missing class. Is everything okay back home? Anything I can do to help?"

One, two, three, four.

Something compelled you to be honest with him. Again, you didn't know what. He felt familiar. Of course you've known him the whole semester, but it felt more than that. You feel safe. You feel seen. You feel known. You knew when he lied to you just a second ago, but why?

One, two, three, four.

"Can I be honest?" you make eye contact with him, "Like, you won't lock me up in the looney bin for being crazy?" He's about to say something but you interrupt him, "And won't get me kicked out of the school or, or, I don't know, send me off to get government testing?"

He's confused now. But curious too. You can tell he's interested in what you're saying, he wants to know more. It doesn't feel like he's going to judge you. "Yes, you can be honest. You can trust me."

"Promise?" You hold out your pinky. Sure it's silly, but silly makes it more meaningful, more powerful, somehow.

He chuckles and interlocks your pinkies, "Promise."

"Okay." You stop to think.

One, two, three, four.

"So I have this noise in my head."

One, two, three, four.

"It's like drumming. One, two, three, four."

One, two, three, four.

The Doctor stiffens. "And it won't stop, Doctor." you continue. "And it's like it's affecting my thoughts. They're all negative and I'm depressed and it hurts. It really hurts, Doctor." Tears are streaming down your face. You weren't even aware talking about this would make you cry. And you didn't know why you told The Doctor about it.

After a moment of thinking, The Doctor moves from his chair and towards you. His movements are stiff. As if he's nervous. He knows something you don't. He leans down and wraps his arms around you, your head at his chest. You cry harder, and he pulls you closer in comfort.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

The drumming was louder than ever. In your head and in your ears. It's not scary anymore though. You move your head away from The Doctor to release you from the hug. The drumming stops. You reach out to his chest without asking, without thinking.

On your hand you feel two heartbeats.

One, two, three, four.

You put your other hand to your own heart. Only one heartbeat. One, two.

Why did he have two heartbeats. One, two, three, four. Why was his the drumming.

"Why-" you start, but need to close your eyes and breathe, "Why does your heart sound like the drumming. Why do you have two heartbeats?"

"Follow me." He walked to the blue police box, opened the door and went inside. You sat there for a moment stunned. Then you cleared your face from your tears and got up. You made your way towards the box, looking at the door before walking inside.

You looked around in amazement. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your face broke out into a huge grin. You ran outside and back inside. "This defies all laws of physics! How is it-? It's?" You looked at him expectantly.

"C'mon, I know you want to say it." He had an equally bright, shit-eating grin.

"It's bigger on the inside!"

He laughed with his whole chest and body. His laugh was contagious.

"This," he gestures around the room, "is my T.A.R.D.I.S. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. And I'm a Time-Lord from the planet Gallifrey. We have two hearts, hence the two heartbeats."

You look at him; confusion, amazement, admiration and more displayed on your face.

"Now I don't know why you're hearing my species' heartbeats in your head, but I'm going to figure it out." He looks at you and smiles, you can't help but smile back, "If you want to come with me?"

"With you where?" you ask.

"Anywhere! In the whole wide universe. Not really sure where to start to help you though. Or when for that matter?"

You've never been so confused so many times in the span of one day. "But I have other classes? And don't you too?" Something clicks in your brain, "And what about my parents? And I barely know you! No offense, Doctor. I can't go traveling with someone I don't know."

"If anyone can help you, y/n, it's me. There might not be anyone else in the whole universe." You look at him, desperate now after hearing his words. "And as for your other classes and your family- TARDIS, t," he said, dragging out the sound, "stands for time. She's a time machine. Can take you right back to this moment." He smiled confidently, and made his way towards the center of the room where some sort of console was. He puts his hands on a lever, and looks at you again.

"What?" You asked, awestruck.

"Let me show you." Mischief flashes across his face, but you can tell it's more childlike than malicious. Which is odd for a man who is likely in his sixties.

A whirring sound comes from the center. The door slams shut and the lights start fluctuating. You find it hard to steady yourself as the floor becomes unstable.

"Grab onto something!" The Doctor yells. You do, a railing a few feet away. You grab on tight and try to stand up right. The Doctor is laughing with joy.

One, two, three, four.

The drumming in your head is drowned out by the TARDIS whirring. The whirring sound would soon become a new comfort. And the TARDIS a new home. And The Doctor, he would soon become the most special and fantastic person in your life.

You knew today was going to be a good day. And there are thousands more to come. Thousands more with The Doctor.

He was going to stop the drumming in your head, no matter what he had to do.