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Hello! I just read your Doctor Who x reader stories and they are so good!!! I also recently read that you have like over, 33 requests so I don’t want to request at the moment because I don’t want to bombard you. But I just dropped into day hi and I love your writing. (I might request in the future.)

Wow thank you so much that’s legit so sweet!! I do have a lot of requests along with a struggle for motivation, but thank you for this awesome message it really helps :,)

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i recently started doctor who + i found your blog,,, i love it so much!! you got me hooked on 11 and ive been a 10 ho this entire time,, your power,, anyways ty for writing!! 💕✨🌸

That’s so sweet I’m glad you enjoy this blog sm! And 10 is my favourite so I’m glad I converted you ahaha! <3

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Hey! Since you open request, can you show us WIP list from your followers request?

So far I have around 33 number prompt request (like,, wow) 

And then a few fuller requests I have been working on including: 

A Tenth Doctor with flustered time traveller and his oblivious 70s companion 

A Twelfth Doctor with a companion plagued with night terrors and he might be getting concerned (but he’d never admit it) 

A Tenth/Eleventh Doctor where Captain Jack is pleasantly surprised to see how long The Doctor’s lover and him have been together

A Twelfth Doctor with a male companion who used to travel with The Doctor and suddenly bumped into him on the first day of his new job at St Luke’s University

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I remembered I do actually have a FAQ/guidelines page lmao it’s just on my theme. Here’s a link! :)

i saw u were acceptib requests, do u have rules anywhere?? im on mobile orz

I am accepting requests yes! It may take a while for them to get posted but I’m slowly doing them haha. As for rules (i should probably make a FAQ or something hmm) I don’t really have any? If I think it’s too weird I won’t write it, uhh like maybe no explicit smut/incest/rape/noncon/paedophilia you know the basics? I do all characters in New Who, platonic and romantic, drabbles, one-shots, preferences (I’ll even take requests for gifs if anyone is interested in that!) so yeah! Just send it in because I’m sure it’s fine :)

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i saw u were acceptib requests, do u have rules anywhere?? im on mobile orz

I am accepting requests yes! It may take a while for them to get posted but I’m slowly doing them haha. As for rules (i should probably make a FAQ or something hmm) I don’t really have any? If I think it’s too weird I won’t write it, uhh like maybe no explicit smut/incest/rape/noncon/paedophilia you know the basics? I do all characters in New Who, platonic and romantic, drabbles, one-shots, preferences (I’ll even take requests for gifs if anyone is interested in that!) so yeah! Just send it in because I’m sure it’s fine :)

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Straight from the fridge, man! Ah! You speak the lingo? 

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Eleventh Doctor + being pretty 

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Eleventh Doctor + accidentally being attractive

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49 and the 11th Doctor?

49) Before Bed Kiss

“Um excuse me? Excuse me?” 

You jolted awake and blinked rapidly, trying to clear your gaze, focus on the man in front of you. He had a kind face at least, young dark eyes shadowed by the brim of his baseball cap; across its navy front blared in gold thread were the words USS Carl Vinson. 

“Sorry, sorry,” You muttered through a yawn, holding your hand over your mouth. Sitting up from being slumped in your chair, hand pillowing your hand as your elbow sat on the table, you took a few deep breaths and squeezed your eyes open and shut, determined to stay awake. Across the stretch of various maps, you met the eyes of The Doctor, jacketless, palms flat on the table, fingers tapping, frowning with concentration, but his eyes and shoulders eased when he looked at you. 

“(Y/N) are you alright?” He asked, and all eyes in the room turned to you. 

“Yeah, of course I am,” You assured and tapped the arm of the sailor next to you, “Pass me another map.” 

He stared at you for a moment, then looked down at the maps, but quickly looked back at you. His voice softened, the look in his eyes one of incredible fondness as he sighed softly, “Oh you little delicate humans.” 

“What?” You stifled another yawn. 

With a crooking of his arms, he beckoned you to him and you stood robotically, exhaustion heavy on your limbs as you plodded towards him. You felt barely aware of your own movements, the promise of The Doctor’s warm chest a beacon dragging you towards him. He smushed a kiss to your head once you got to him, “Sometimes I forget you’re only human, so frail and needy.”

“It’s nothing,” You said into his shoulder, “I’m just tired.” 

“Of course you’re tired, you haven’t slept in 3 days. You’ve been running on adrenaline for almost 60 hours.” He cradled a hand around the back of your head, holding you to his chest with his other arm around your back. His mouth came to your ear, shielded by your head to the others in the room, “Go back to the TARDIS. Get some rest.” 

You adamantly shook your head, pushing away from him, “No. I want to help, I’m fine, Doctor. Really.” 

“Okay,” He took a step back, hands falling to your hips with just enough pressure to hold you steady, “Then where and when are we?” 

You determinedly held his gaze, no matter how much the urge to close your eyes were, and settled on clasping your hands on his elbows to keep balanced, “We’re on the USS Carl Vinson in 1997.” 

“Hm, good,” His eyes narrowed, “And what are we doing?” 

“We’re, uh, we are trying to find a way to-to uh,” Thoughts were wading through your mind like steps through waist-high water; slow and jumbled. The focus was purely on keeping upright mostly, the drain you felt on your muscles like nothing you’d felt before. The most you’d stayed up was an all-nighter before an exam, and even then you’d felt the pull of sleep everywhere across your body.  

“That’s what I thought,” He tilted your jaw with two crooked fingers, tugging you closer. HIs mouth quirked, “For once can you just do what I say and go to bed?” 

You sighed, eyes diverting from him in, admittedly, childish obstinacy, and huffed, “Fine.” 

“Good,” He leaned down to kiss you soundly, a temporary farewell, but as sweet and loving as ever. You two parted, him smiling softly as he tipped your head to kiss your forehead again and then pecked your lips once more, “See you soon.” 

“Mhm soon.” You sleepily agreed and broke away from his hold, making your way to the TARDIS tucked into the corner of the decently sized navy conference room. 

Just as you were about to walk through the door you caught The Doctor’s demand of, “We’ve a poisonous underwater radiation rift to find and you’re all sat there gawking! Do you all want a kiss as well? Come on-” and then the door shut behind you, a soft bed calling to you. 

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49 and the 11th Doctor?

49) Before Bed Kiss

“Um excuse me? Excuse me?” 

You jolted awake and blinked rapidly, trying to clear your gaze, focus on the man in front of you. He had a kind face at least, young dark eyes shadowed by the brim of his baseball cap; across its navy front blared in gold thread were the words USS Carl Vinson. 

“Sorry, sorry,” You muttered through a yawn, holding your hand over your mouth. Sitting up from being slumped in your chair, hand pillowing your hand as your elbow sat on the table, you took a few deep breaths and squeezed your eyes open and shut, determined to stay awake. Across the stretch of various maps, you met the eyes of The Doctor, jacketless, palms flat on the table, fingers tapping, frowning with concentration, but his eyes and shoulders eased when he looked at you. 

“(Y/N) are you alright?” He asked, and all eyes in the room turned to you. 

“Yeah, of course I am,” You assured and tapped the arm of the sailor next to you, “Pass me another map.” 

He stared at you for a moment, then looked down at the maps, but quickly looked back at you. His voice softened, the look in his eyes one of incredible fondness as he sighed softly, “Oh you little delicate humans.” 

“What?” You stifled another yawn. 

With a crooking of his arms, he beckoned you to him and you stood robotically, exhaustion heavy on your limbs as you plodded towards him. You felt barely aware of your own movements, the promise of The Doctor’s warm chest a beacon dragging you towards him. He smushed a kiss to your head once you got to him, “Sometimes I forget you’re only human, so frail and needy.”

“It’s nothing,” You said into his shoulder, “I’m just tired.” 

“Of course you’re tired, you haven’t slept in 3 days. You’ve been running on adrenaline for almost 60 hours.” He cradled a hand around the back of your head, holding you to his chest with his other arm around your back. His mouth came to your ear, shielded by your head to the others in the room, “Go back to the TARDIS. Get some rest.” 

You adamantly shook your head, pushing away from him, “No. I want to help, I’m fine, Doctor. Really.” 

“Okay,” He took a step back, hands falling to your hips with just enough pressure to hold you steady, “Then where and when are we?” 

You determinedly held his gaze, no matter how much the urge to close your eyes were, and settled on clasping your hands on his elbows to keep balanced, “We’re on the USS Carl Vinson in 1997.” 

“Hm, good,” His eyes narrowed, “And what are we doing?” 

“We’re, uh, we are trying to find a way to-to uh,” Thoughts were wading through your mind like steps through waist-high water; slow and jumbled. The focus was purely on keeping upright mostly, the drain you felt on your muscles like nothing you’d felt before. The most you’d stayed up was an all-nighter before an exam, and even then you’d felt the pull of sleep everywhere across your body.  

“That’s what I thought,” He tilted your jaw with two crooked fingers, tugging you closer. HIs mouth quirked, “For once can you just do what I say and go to bed?” 

You sighed, eyes diverting from him in, admittedly, childish obstinacy, and huffed, “Fine.” 

“Good,” He leaned down to kiss you soundly, a temporary farewell, but as sweet and loving as ever. You two parted, him smiling softly as he tipped your head to kiss your forehead again and then pecked your lips once more, “See you soon.” 

“Mhm soon.” You sleepily agreed and broke away from his hold, making your way to the TARDIS tucked into the corner of the decently sized navy conference room. 

Just as you were about to walk through the door you caught The Doctor’s demand of, “We’ve a poisonous underwater radiation rift to find and you’re all sat there gawking! Do you all want a kiss as well? Come on-” and then the door shut behind you, a soft bed calling to you. 

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Hiiii!! ^_^ Can you do #18 "I do" kiss for the 11th Doctor??? Pretty Pleaseeeee! I love your blog, btw!

18) “I do” kiss 

The Doctor was bright. A glowing lightbulb, a summer’s midday sun, an exploding supernova. A flash of warmth and light that hit you in the face, spilling over your features, dripping across your skin, tingles gracing its path. He was alive; he was life. 

But he was also death. 

Numb. Heavy. Drowning. Collapsing as your legs tremble, hands ripping through your hair, tears stinging at your eyes. While The Doctor was bright he was also dark. But a consuming darkness, one that lingered in his mind, scratching at his brain, gnawing at his hearts, sat in his stomach. 

Most of the time it barely noticeable; an occasional flicker of a wick within the burning flame. But some days it screamed and it shouted and it extinguished the light. 

It was on a day like this that you found yourself. 

Stood in the doorway of a room you rarely see, staring at the man you see every day, and helplessness hanging from your bones. His spine was curved into his hands, dark hair sticking from all angles, shoulders shaking, palms moulded into his eyes. 

“Doctor,” The murmur wormed it’s way out your lips almost involuntarily. The shaking stopped and a hearty sniff inflated his body. His hands circled to brace around his nose, revealing his red-lined eyes and the furrow of his brow. 

“Please. Leave.” He muttered, not meeting your eye. 

“You know I won’t.” 

“Please, just-” A sob broke his sentence and pulled you forward. His palm rubbed across his mouth, muffling his wet cries, simultaneously wiping at his nose. 

You carefully walked towards him, footfalls soft against the carpet and your breath hitched softly as you watch him choke on his tears. You crouched to your knees in front of him, hands firmly in your lap no matter how strong the urge to touch him was. 

“Talk to me.” You whispered. 

“I-I can’t.” His voice was blubbery and heavy. 

“Why?” 

He jumped suddenly from the bed, hands shaking, “Because you wouldn’t understand!” 

“Then explain it to me.” Your voice remaining steady even as his rose in shrill anger. 

“You want it explained? You want to know how I have to live?” He gritted out, hands clenching and unclenching. 

“I want to help.” 

He turned to you, anger fading with exhaustion on every one of his steps, wringing of his hands, and words, “Sometimes it really hits me. How alone I really am. The last of my kind. I am alone. I have no one-” 

You shot up, shaking your head, mouth parted in outrage, “No, that’s not-”

“- I travel through time and the universe but there is nobody, no one who cares.”  

Tears were collecting in your eyes as you cupped his face, tipping his gaze to finally meet yours, mossy eyes shining and wide. You pulled his face towards you and held your forehead against his, “I do.”

You tilted his face to yours and kissed him, soft but firm. It took a moment but he kissed you back, quivering hands rising to hold your wrists, moving with you as one of your hands slid to his neck. His hand joined yours on his cheek, holding it there, twisting his head to mirror you, delving deeper into your mouth. 

“I do so much, Doctor.” You muttered as you parted, sniffing lightly. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I know.” He whispered, tugging your hands to around his shoulders, his arms swaddling you up around your ribs to hold you closer. His nose nuzzled int your neck and his tears tickled the sensitive skin their, making your arms tighten around him. 

The Doctor was a sun, but you wouldn’t appreciate the sunrise without having to live through the night. 

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Hiiii!! ^_^ Can you do #18 "I do" kiss for the 11th Doctor??? Pretty Pleaseeeee! I love your blog, btw!

18) “I do” kiss 

The Doctor was bright. A glowing lightbulb, a summer’s midday sun, an exploding supernova. A flash of warmth and light that hit you in the face, spilling over your features, dripping across your skin, tingles gracing its path. He was alive; he was life. 

But he was also death. 

Numb. Heavy. Drowning. Collapsing as your legs tremble, hands ripping through your hair, tears stinging at your eyes. While The Doctor was bright he was also dark. But a consuming darkness, one that lingered in his mind, scratching at his brain, gnawing at his hearts, sat in his stomach. 

Most of the time it barely noticeable; an occasional flicker of a wick within the burning flame. But some days it screamed and it shouted and it extinguished the light. 

It was on a day like this that you found yourself. 

Stood in the doorway of a room you rarely see, staring at the man you see every day, and helplessness hanging from your bones. His spine was curved into his hands, dark hair sticking from all angles, shoulders shaking, palms moulded into his eyes. 

“Doctor,” The murmur wormed it’s way out your lips almost involuntarily. The shaking stopped and a hearty sniff inflated his body. His hands circled to brace around his nose, revealing his red-lined eyes and the furrow of his brow. 

“Please. Leave.” He muttered, not meeting your eye. 

“You know I won’t.” 

“Please, just-” A sob broke his sentence and pulled you forward. His palm rubbed across his mouth, muffling his wet cries, simultaneously wiping at his nose. 

You carefully walked towards him, footfalls soft against the carpet and your breath hitched softly as you watch him choke on his tears. You crouched to your knees in front of him, hands firmly in your lap no matter how strong the urge to touch him was. 

“Talk to me.” You whispered. 

“I-I can’t.” His voice was blubbery and heavy. 

“Why?” 

He jumped suddenly from the bed, hands shaking, “Because you wouldn’t understand!” 

“Then explain it to me.” Your voice remaining steady even as his rose in shrill anger. 

“You want it explained? You want to know how I have to live?” He gritted out, hands clenching and unclenching. 

“I want to help.” 

He turned to you, anger fading with exhaustion on every one of his steps, wringing of his hands, and words, “Sometimes it really hits me. How alone I really am. The last of my kind. I am alone. I have no one-” 

You shot up, shaking your head, mouth parted in outrage, “No, that’s not-”

“- I travel through time and the universe but there is nobody, no one who cares.”  

Tears were collecting in your eyes as you cupped his face, tipping his gaze to finally meet yours, mossy eyes shining and wide. You pulled his face towards you and held your forehead against his, “I do.”

You tilted his face to yours and kissed him, soft but firm. It took a moment but he kissed you back, quivering hands rising to hold your wrists, moving with you as one of your hands slid to his neck. His hand joined yours on his cheek, holding it there, twisting his head to mirror you, delving deeper into your mouth. 

“I do so much, Doctor.” You muttered as you parted, sniffing lightly. 

“I know, I’m sorry, I know.” He whispered, tugging your hands to around his shoulders, his arms swaddling you up around your ribs to hold you closer. His nose nuzzled int your neck and his tears tickled the sensitive skin their, making your arms tighten around him. 

The Doctor was a sun, but you wouldn’t appreciate the sunrise without having to live through the night. 

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Oh, the BBC has every Doctor Who episode on its iPlayer just as I was thinking about binge-watching them again? 

Huh.

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This is so sweet!! Thank you sm 💖

Like or reblog if you aggree!

I just wanna say how much love, respect, and appreciation I have for Tumblr writers, authors, and RP bloggers! They spend their precious time on constantly writting fics requested, answering asks, responding to RPs, and doing lots and lots of things for us. It just amazes me on how much time, effort and love they put into their blogs while also balancing their own lives. They have work, school, families, responsibilities and hobies to attend to. Thank you. Thank you so much for everything you do for all of us!

Here are some of the people whom I love, respect and appreciate for what they do!

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And A LOT MORE! I love you guys!

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Laina, And The Feelings That Came With Her

Request: Hi! Please... I need your help. I really like this girl, her name is Laina, and we are both huge Doctor Who fans. Can you write a fic, a longer one perhaps, where she and I are on an adventure with either the 11th doctor or the 12th doctor, and we meet some Cybermen, and we are running I confess and she does too we kiss and the doctor yells at us to keep running? none of us dies, and make it a light-hearted fic. Laina is really nice, with short blond blue hair with a fringe and blue eyes. We are about the same height. I love her with all my heart and I want to tell her by sending her this fic. Plz, you would make my year! You write such amazing stories. My nickname is Viviane by the way if u could use that too. xoxo a big fan

Requester: @fangirlingaboutfandoms

Pairing: 12th Doctor x Platonic!Companion!OC/Platonic!Companion!OC, Reader x OC 

Warning(s): None

Words: 1503

Side Note: I really hope this goes well for you! Good luck! (: <3 

Side Side Note: This is written in the reader's POV, but is also written in the POV of Viviane, just in case you were confused :) 

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You know that feeling when the world feels cold. Like the walls are closing in and its hard to breathe. Like all the eyes of the world are staring at you. Like everything seems to darken blindingly and your clutching onto every shallow breath, every faint beat of your heart, every flutter of your eyelids to remind yourself you're still alive.

That's how you feel in this moment. Surrounded by darkness, frozen in your spot by the rhythmic electronic creaking of the oncoming monsters as you braced yourself in the dark alleyway...

Yeah, that's called fear 

"Paris, I'm really feeling Paris!"

The Doctor's bubbly voice floated around the console room, hair flopping rapidly, green eyes shining as he flicked switches, grinning wildly, "Maybe it's the croissant I had for breakfast or the picture of the Eiffel Tower on my bedside, but I want to go to Paris!" 

Your attention tuned in as you caught the last bit of The Doctor's ramble, too used to him by now, looking up over your book from your seat on the stairs leading to the metallic walkway. Both of your eyes met as The Doctor rocked on his feet while he watched your face scrunch up in contemplation. 

"Did someone say Paris?" A voice appeared from the entrance and Laina suddenly came into the room, blonde hair dark from her shower and with her towel around her shoulders, the same blue as her shining eyes. The familiar feeling of your breath hitching pinched your chest as whenever she was around. 

"Yes, Paris, 3044! The most romantic place in the Milky Galaxy!" The Doctor whipped around to her, grinning and clapping his hands. She smiled warmly, your chest feeling tight as you couldn't help but gawk at her from a distance. 

"That sound's awesome!" She said, expression practically glowing. The Doctor turned to you with an almost pouting expression as he silently framed his question once more. You hesitated, thinking you'd honestly prefer to stay in today, but then Laina poked her head out from behind his shoulder to pout at you too and your answer dribbled out your mouth without you realising,

"Yeah, okay." The Doctor smacked his hands together rapidly, roughly pushing down a lever to make the room shudder. Your book toppled out your lap and for a disgruntled moment, you wondered if it was worth it. 

Laine caught your eye as you sat back up and smiled. 

Okay, maybe it was. 

31st Century France was beautiful. It really was. And, looking back on this day with a full heart and soft laugh on your lips, you wished you could describe what the place actually looked like. But you were too busy staring at the only more beautiful thing in front of you. 

Laina.

With short blonde hair that ruffled in the slight breeze of the evening, eyes glinting in the golden setting sun and pink mouth curled into a relaxed and simply happy smile, she was the most beautiful girl you'd ever laid eyes on, as cheesy as it sounds. She giggled as she watched The Doctor spin around on the spot in front of the both of you, sat on the grass beneath the towering Eiffel Tower, and he ranted about the history of. You couldn't help as you smiled at her profile, not even noticing the weather and sky slowly darkening into a cloudy overcast. 

The Doctor's distant rambling was suddenly cut off by the loud rumbling of thunder and Laina sat up to peer at the sky in slight fear. The urge to protect her flared and your hand raised to cover hers, timidly. The Doctor grinned shakily at the sky and then back at you. 

"Just bad weather," He commented simply. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed as he licked his finger to stick it up the air. You only heard his faint muttering as the wind carried his voice towards you, "Even if the records didn't report rain today." 

Suddenly, the small cafe exploded on the other side of the park to you, sending shards of glass spraying out across the pavilion, chunks of brick and wooden splattering everywhere and the flickering of flames glowing into the broken windows. You and Laina scrambled up, The Doctor coming to stand in front of the both of you, protectively. 

Screams erupted from the other side of you, the three of you whipping around to watch the hoard of people rushing past you, screaming and yelling as blazing blue laser flew over their head. Distant computerized chanting, punctured with the stomps of marching followed behind them and, suddenly The Doctor had grabbed both of your hands. 

"RUN. BOTH OF YOU. RUN." He shoved the both of your the other way into the rushing crowd as he sprinted towards the metallic army, but you were in no place to follow him, not when Laina's face was laced with horror. 

"Vivianne," She pulled you by your arm the way The Doctor had pushed you, "Come on! Let's go!" 

The both of you set off running. You kept your gaze focused on the honey blonde colour of her hair, a stark contrast in the greyness of the scene, but then you were shoved. 

You lost your balance and your steps stuttered only for a moment, but it was long enough to lose her. The fear pumped through your veins and you kept sprinting, worming your way through the crowd and into an alleyway, leaning against the cold brick as to catch your breath and strain your eyes, desperate to find her again...

A hand met yours and you were being pulled further into the alleyway and away from the danger.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood rushed through your ears, hair whipped around your face but all you could focus on was the back of Laina's back as she was a few paces in front of you. You twisted around to see the remanents of the explosion sizzling to the ground, the heat burning your face as you yelled for her to slow down. She turned suddenly at the sound of your voice and her steps stuttered as she tried to stop suddenly causing you to crash into her and had her stumbling backwards; she placed her hands on your waist as to steady your momentum and your nose bumped hers. You both froze for a moment. 

"I'm s-sorry-" 

"I'm in love with you." 

Her blue eyes blinked rapidly under the blonde strands and her lips parted in shock, hands tightening on your waist. Her eyebrows came together and the thought settled in and you stared up at her, heart beating more painfully than when you were running for your life a moment ago. 

You don’t know where the confidence came from. Maybe it was the frantic beating of your heart, pumping adrenaline around your body. Maybe it was the thought of you might actually die here. Maybe it was the warmth of her hands on your hips, her mouth so close yet so far away. 

You braced for her response. Her voice was small, "Say that again." 

"I'm...I'm in love with you." You said slower, stomach twisting in anxiety as you immediately considered that she may reject you, and that fear spiked through you enough to pull away a little, but then she crashed her mouth onto yours. Her lips moved timidly against yours and for a shock-filled moment you didn't respond, but then she raised her hands to hold your face and then you were kissing her back. 

After a few blissful moments, you separated, her forehead tilting to knock against yours as you tried to control your breath through beaming lips. Her voice is as soft as velvet, "I love you too." 

You know that feeling when the world feels cold. Like the walls are closing in and its hard to breathe. Like all the eyes of the world are staring at you. Like everything seems to darken blindingly and your clutching onto every shallow breath, every faint beat of your heart, every flutter of your eyelids to remind yourself you're still alive. 

And then she walks in. And the darkness dims, recoiling back into its rigid shadows against the walls of the alleyway, the eyes turn to stare at the peeling graffiti sprayed across red brick, and the walls expand to open and expose the soft smile across her lips. 

The sky lightens, the soft pinks and oranges stretching across the sliver of heavens the alleyway allowed, the colours highlighting her face to enhance the angelic hues of her skin. She glowed. 

The sounds of chanting or marching or screaming or destruction had ceased. The only sound you heard was the soft breaths of Laina and the faint moaning of TARDIS materialising at the other end of the alleyway. 

You took a deep breath. 

You were safe. 

And the air feels lighter, your lungs feel clearer; your thoughts as startling blue as the eyes twinkling at you. 

Yeah, that's called love.

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Can I do 22 on the 9th Doctor?

22) Sad Kiss

The rain soaked into your jacket, dripping down your face, the salty taste reflecting the burning from your eyes as you stared up at the bright white of the TARDIS. The shuffled for a moment, wondering if you were over-reacting, but then a woman walked past, a golden retriever attached to a leash and a wave of sadness crashed over you. 

You raised a hand to knock on the door, but then you felt the dog sniff and bump its nose against your hip, and your hand just fell against the blue wood pathetically. The dog was jerked away, the woman apparently not noticing your anguished state or even the large blue box and you saw the dog retreat into the darkness of the evening, causing your forehead to tip against the door as another sob racked through you. 

The door swung open, taking you by surprise, and you toppled forward, only to be met with a chest of leather. Firm but gentle arms wrapped around to catch you, and, with just a whiff of his smell you recognised him, melted into him to heave softly. 

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” He placed a hand to your temple to push your head back as to meet his narrowed eyes and thinly drawn mouth. His thumb swept across your cheek softly, brushing the rain and tears from your face as they continuously dripped from your hair and eyes. He spoke softly but firmly, “What happened?” 

“She’s gone,” You spluttered out, hands gripping his jacket, “She was put down this morning.” 

HIs mouth rounded and his eyes widened a little in shock before he tilted his head down to capture your cold lips tenderly between his. His lips were warm and his hands were grounding against your back as you kissed him back, tears still sliding down your cheeks. 

He pulled away, forehead pressed against yours, “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.” 

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Okay, so get back into the swing of writing maybe you guys could request on of these and a character just for some drabbles? :))

Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead 

Drunk/sloppy kiss

Awkward kiss 

Angry kiss 

“I’m sorry” kiss 

“I’ve missed you” kiss 

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss 

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

“I do” kiss 

Shy kiss 

Surprised kiss 

Kiss on a dare 

Sad kiss 

Exhausted parents kiss 

Kiss of life 

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss 

Last kiss 

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk 

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream 

Returned from the dead kiss 

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss 

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

Top Of Head Kisses