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Hello! Could you do a humorously-fluffy female reader x 11th Doctor, where the reader is a teen whose first crush is the Doctor? I imagine the reader as quite mature, but the Doctor still needs to deal with some of her teen stuff 😂 I love your blog!

I hope this is what you were looking for, anon and I’m glad you like my blog!!! Also: I am not dead. It’s been summer vacation for me for awhile but I’ve been playing a lot of video games recently. I’m going to try my hardest to try and keep up with this blog. Like I’ve said a couple times before, this is just a thing I started for fun so it’s not my top priority, but I don’t plan on abandoning it!Gif [ x ]

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It was a normal morning for you; woke up late, had a slice of toast for “breakfast,” caught the bus, got off at the wrong stop (again!), and ran a couple blocks to your school. Your teacher was disappointed, but not surprised at your tardiness. “Glad you could join us, Y/N.” He sighed as you walked to your seat in shame. You hated being late like this, honestly, but these constant late nights were really dragging you down. They were also cutting into your focus, because you stared out the window almost the whole lecture, and noticed something funny outside in the courtyard.

You were ready to get up and go to the bathroom as an excuse to go investigate, but the bell rang right as you moved to get up. “Remember your readings, guys. There will also be a quiz on Friday so don’t forget to study!” The teacher shouted over the teens’ conversations. You bolted out of the classroom and down the nearest stairs then ran out to the courtyard you’d seen the funny blue box appear out of thin air.

And there it was; it was a booth with a unique dull blue tinge to it. There was a light up top on the roof and on all four sides above the door and walls there were black signs that read “Police Public Call Box” in white letters. “Police box…?” Your voice trailed off as you creeped closer. You tugged on the door handles but they barely budged. “Locked.” You muttered and shrugged.

“Oi, what are you doing to my box?” A stranger’s voice snapped from behind you. You swung around and saw a rather strange-looking man frantically strolling towards you and the box. He had his thick hair combed over and parted to the side, and wore a tweed jacket and maroon bow tie. Your heart started beating faster. That was partly because he’d snapped at you, but you found him to be very… Cute!

The books you were holding almost slipped out of your hands, and you were having trouble finding words to respond to his accusation. After awkwardly staring at him for too long you stood up straight and bit your lip. “Um, I’ve never seen a police box here, especially in my school’s back courtyard.”

He looked around himself at the grand building and frowned. “School? No no no, I did not want to come here!” With a shake of his head he made his way towards the mysterious box. “I’m sure you don’t want to be here either, …?” He raised a brow.

Your name you idiot! You thought and struggled to get your voice out of your head. “Y/N. And you’re right, I don’t want to be here.”

“Then come with me.” He snapped with one hand and held out the other to you. As soon as he snapped the doors on the other side of the police box flew open.

He doesn’t mean to try and squish the two of us in that small box does he? Your eyes widened. “How are we going to fit in there? And how did you open the doors?” He chuckled and kept his hand outstretched.

“Just trust me.” With those words, you felt like you could trust him with anything. That smirk was just pulling you in, and you slowly drifted towards him about to take his hand.

“Miss (Last name)! What the devil are you doing out here? Class started 5 minutes ago!” One of your teacher’s voice scolded from behind you. You turned your head over your shoulder to see their stern face scrunched up in a frown. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, but you felt your feet move faster towards the stranger. He took your hand and you both ran towards the blue box’s doors.

Once you were in, you were expecting it to be crowded, but it was quite the opposite. It was a vast control room of sorts with a central console full of lights, buttons, and levers. “Come on, Y/N!” He motioned for you to join him at the console. With a snap of his fingers the doors slammed shut and he started to push buttons and pull levers frantically. The box started to make loud groaning noises as if something was being scraped and suddenly lurched in a random direction causing you to fall over.

“Who are you?!” You exclaimed

He slid to a stop while running around the console and smirked. “I’m the Doctor!”

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A couple weeks had passed since you started travelling with the Doctor, and you’d grown even more fond of him from the first time you met him. He was goofy, spontaneous, and downright weird. Nevertheless, you had fallen for him, and it was the first time you’d had a crush on anyone; like really had a crush. There were people you liked throughout the years, but nothing to this degree. Even after being with him for a couple weeks, you got nervous around him and had trouble talking like a normal human being.

It actually caused quite a few awkward encounters with the Doctor that you’d wished you and he could just forget. Some nights you stayed up imagining what it’d be like being a couple, creating scenarios and conversations that’d probably never happen ever. Sometimes you avoided certain areas in the TARDIS so you wouldn’t run into him, but it was inevitable because he always ended up finding you some way somehow.

“You okay, Y/N?”

You quickly shook your head to wake up from the trance you were in. Your mind had wandered again; that happened a lot when you were around him. It took you a moment to remember what you were doing, but you were brought back to Earth–well, the TARDIS. “Yeah, I’m fine…” You took a sip of the glass of water you had brought from the kitchen and set it on the console.

“Oi, not on the controls, please!” He snapped and you immediately picked it back up.

“Jeeze, you don’t need to be so rude…” You muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” He squinted at you, stuck out his tongue, and started typing away on the console’s keyboard. “Where are we headed next?”

“I was thinking Mars, or maybe Pluto.” You let out a disgruntled groan. “What?”

“That sounds so boring!”

“What about ancient Rome?” You stuck out your tongue in disgust. “Greece?” Another loud sigh. “China?” You let out an uninterested “eh.” He gave up.

“Let’s go somewhere with action; something fun.” You emphasized and drank the rest of your water.

“Well obviously your idea of fun is different than mine.” He replied tartly. “And no, I’m not purposefully taking you to see any Daleks or Cybermen. Those last times were accidents.” He wagged his finger as if to challenge you to talk back but you didn’t.

“Whatever…” you crossed your arms and leaned against the railing, “we can go wherever…”

With that the Doctor started to pilot the TARDIS to when/wherever he chose, while sighing, “Teenagers, I swear…”

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

[dreaming-of-who]

A tomboy female reader X 11th Doctor, having to go undercover to a high class restaurant to find a hidden alien. In order to get in, though, the reader has to wear a formal gown, makeup, the works. This is all foreign and very uncomfortable, not even to mention wearing high heels. the reader is very vocal about how insecure about how she looks in a dress, but Eleven finally tells her to shut up and blurts out that she looks beautiful.

I relate to this prompt on a spiritual level, hope you enjoy! (gif source)

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“Look, Y/N…” The Doctor peeked his head from around the corner of the building you were both hiding behind. It wasn’t very inconspicuous at all, even though he he had instructed many times that being hidden was of the utmost importance. You peeked your head around the corner a little bit lower than him to see what he was trying to show you. “That’s where we’re going to catch the bugger.”

The two of you had been tracking an “alien” for a while that had been shape-shifting and just wreaking havoc across the galaxy. The Doctor wanted to put an end to his criminal activities but you had to be sure that they were following the right person. It’d probably been weeks, maybe even months, since you started following this individual.

“That’s such a high-class place, Doctor. How are we going to get in?” The place in question was a very prestigious restaurant that was very famous all across the galaxy, and not just anyone could get in. Especially if you were dressed like you were.

The Doctor turned back down the alley you were hiding out in and paced towards the TARDIS. “With disguises, of course!”

“Disguises?” You almost cringed at the thought. If this was going where you thought it was going, it wasn’t going to end well. Growing up you despised being dressed for church and school pictures and even school dances. It took your parents begging and pleading to get you to put on a dress for formal occasions like your cousins’ weddings. Now that you thought of it, you couldn’t remember if you even currently owned a dress.

“Yes, Y/N! With that and the psychic paper, we’ll be golden.” He snapped his fingers and the TARDIS doors flew open. “Come along, Y/N! The TARDIS is equipped with a seemingly endless wardrobe, I’m sure you can find something in there to wear!” You groaned quietly at the thought and followed him inside.

The doors shut immediately as you stepped in and locked themselves, and your eyes scrambled around to find the Doctor. “This way!” He called and you followed where his voice had echoed. You’d never had any reason to peruse the wardrobe, as you preferred to wear your own clothing, even when you visited different time periods. The classic jeans and t-shirt were fine for you; no need to look all cute if you’re saving the universe.

Once you walked into the wardrobe, you couldn’t help but stare in awe at all the pieces of clothing hanging around. “There’s a computer right here you can use to filter out what you need.” He leaned against a screen and nearly fell over in doing so. “I’ll leave you to it, I’ll be waiting over by the console.” The Doctor made his exit and left you to torture yourself.

Is this punishment for something? You couldn’t help but wonder, especially since you liked to joke around and play some pranks on him. Well, I can’t avoid this forever… You sighed and started up the computer to help you separate out all the formal dresses. With a push of a button, the clothes started moving down the racks like an assembly line, and one by one all the formal dresses in your size were brought down to the ground level.

A lot of them were very… girly. You didn’t really like using that word, but you really didn’t know how else to describe them. They just weren’t you; you’d always been the “tomboy” and not interested in the things most little girls were led to like. You definitely ruled out all the ones that would cling to your body, and any of the ones that were too far above your knees. You tried to stay away from pinks and other pastels, and was left with either black or reds. You were tempted to tell the Doctor to just go on without you, but you’d worked so hard to track this guy down.

You finally chose a red tea length off-shoulder dress with a flared skirt. You knew to sell it, you had to wear heels (you chose some simple black round-toed heels) and make up. There was a mirror near some drawers which you assumed harbored accessories (they did, you picked out a pearl necklace to look fancy), and opened up the drawers underneath it. There were many foreign brushes and makeup tools you’d never seen before. To keep it simple you just put on some mascara, eyeliner, and red lipstick to match the dress.

Once you were finished, you took a look at yourself in the full-body mirror–you looked like a totally different girl; you felt like a totally different girl. It was so uncomfortable, you couldn’t understand why someone would take so much time and effort to look like this; it felt so fake to you…

It took you a while, but you tottered over to the console room, nearly falling ten times while walking up the stairs. “Knock knock,” you made your presence noted and the Doctor turned around. His eyes widened slightly and he gave a little encouraging smile. You fiddled with the skirt of your dress, and kept your eyes down–partially to see what your feet were doing so you didn’t fall over, but mostly because you had trouble looking him in the eyes.

“I’ve never dressed up like this before; it probably looks like a mess.” You stammered. “I’ve never worn heels or makeup, I probably look like a fool right now…” Your heart was beating a little faster than normal, and you could feel yourself getting hot with embarrassment. “I probably look like I’m trying too hard. It doesn’t look that gr–”

“Stop that,” you looked up, “you look beautiful!”

You froze, and couldn’t move for a moment; you found it hard to believe when people called you that because you usually stuck to your “tomboy” ways, but coming from the Doctor it meant a lot more. “Now,” he held out his arm, “are you ready to go?” With a nod, you shuffled over and held on to his arm for dear life as you attempted to balance on the uncomfortable heels.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

[dreaming-of-who]

Hey, could you do a female reader where she has to deal with Mr Clever, and he tries to convince her he's Eleven like he did with Clara by trying to convince her he fancies her? Love the blog and your writing is excellent! Thanks!

I’ve been working on this for forever; it’s been in my drafts for a million years. I’m so sorry for making you wait! It was so fun writing this! (gif source)

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“Stay back!” The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the cybermen that were closing in on us. It was futile, though; his screwdriver could do next to nothing to the cybermen; unless he had some secret setting on there that could blow one of them into hundreds of pieces. “Y/N. TARDIS. Go!” You turned to the stairwell behind you and ran down to the landing where the blue box was parked. You didn’t look back, trusting that the Doctor would be there like he always was.

When you reached the doors, you were met with resistance. “C’mon!” You shook the locked doors desperately and knocked your forehead on them. “It’s me!” Click! You pushed open the doors and quickly shut them behind you. It was times like these you wished that the Doctor could take you somewhere normal. The trip was perfectly fine until he “accidentally” came across the cybermen. You knew it was no accident, though; trouble always made its way to the Doctor.

It wasn’t long until you heard the doors swing open, and the Doctor scrambling in. “C’mon, Y/N, help me get the TARDIS up in the air!” You jumped from your position in a chair to the central console and awaited the Doctor’s instructions. “Lever! The pully-thingy! Hammer!” He tossed a hammer and you whacked it against the console as hard as you could. The ship lurched and you held tight to keep your body from flying backwards to the rail. You laughed until the TARDIS leveled off and settled.

“Where to next, sweetie?” You raised a brow. “I mean–Pond! I mean–Clara! I mean–Y/N!” He adjusted his bow tie and gave his fake “everything is definitely not all right” smile.

“Doctor, are you all right?”

“Of course, Y/N! Why wouldn’t I be?” He sporadically hopped towards you. “ Am I green? Do I have a fever?”

You stepped back in slight fear. Which was obviously showing on your face because the Doctor didn’t come any closer. Something just seemed… off about him at the moment. His voice sounded slightly different, and even his posture was changed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Your voice wavered. This wasn’t the Doctor; not your Doctor.

“I’m fine! How many times do I have to say–” You threw an apple that was sitting on the console–something you’d scolded him over too many times–at him and he caught it without flinching. On a normal day, he’d duck or attempt to catch it, only to fumble and drop it on the floor.

“What have you done with the Doctor?” You demanded, and the impostor frowned.

“What are you talking about? I am the Doctor!” A spasm ran through his arm and he whipped his head away from you. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N! He’s trying to deceive you!” He closed his eyes and looked away from you again. After a second or two of silence it seemed like he jolted awake as if he were being jump started. “Trust me, Y/N, it really is me.”

“Prove it!”

“How?”

“You’ll think of something Mr… Clever!” You crossed your arms and hoped that this really was the Doctor and he was just pulling your leg.

There was a short silence, only the hum of the TARDIS could be heard, and if it weren’t for that the impostor could probably hear your heart racing. “Y/N, what do you want me to say? It’s me, the Doctor. The bow-tie wearing, fish sticks and custard-loving, trouble-making Doctor!” He tried to make his way towards you slowly, but you kept your distance from him with the console to keep you safe.

“Those are all generic things that anyone could find out about the Doctor… What’s something only he and I would know?” The two of you were slowly circling around the console, it seemed like he didn’t want to try and get towards you anymore.

“What about the time I took you to the beaches of Algeara? I tried to convince you the water was safe to swim in, but you refused to because of all the algae in the water. You said, ‘Even if you offered me a million dollars, I still wouldn’t go in!’ You do remember, right?”

That was not a fun time; the water was disgusting. You thought to yourself.

“Or, what about when I was trying to disarm that bomb and I accidentally made the timer go down faster?”

You almost killed us all, you idiot. A smile was creeping in from the memories but the moment you realized what you were doing, you stopped. You looked up and saw the “Doctor” had made his way closer to you, close enough to reach out and touch you if he pleased. “I could tell you a secret, about you and me.” You stopped dead in your tracks. A secret? We don’t have any secrets… I think.

“We don’t have any secrets… We don’t have anyone to keep them from.”

“It’s a secret I kept from you, ever since I met you.” His posture changed, seemed a little more relaxed and reluctant; like he was too nervous to tell you.

“Well, what is it?” You demanded.

He fiddled with his coat and adjusted his bow tie like he normally did when he was unsure or nervous. “I… I love you, Y/N.”

“W-what?” You stuttered, at a loss for words. It felt like your mouth was getting dryer by the second, your hands were shaking, and it seemed like your heart was about to explode.

Before he could say another word, you heard a loud banging coming from the other side of the TARDIS doors. What the–? You made a move to go towards it but the Doctor stood in your way.

“I said I love you, Y/N. I care about you, I fancy you; I want to be with you. Why do you think I asked you to travel with me? I’ve tried to hint at it for awhile, but you seem just as oblivious as me.” More banging from the front doors, but this time you could hear a voice, it sounded a little familiar…

You focused yourself back on the “Doctor.” “Why wait this whole time to tell me, hm? If you’d cared so much about me why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want you to leave, I’d been alone for so long before I’d met you and I was afraid of ruining it.” He reached out towards you, holding out his hand. “Please, Y/N…”

“Y/N….. Y/N….” You turned to face the doors, then back to the Doctor’s outstretched hand. With one more shout of your name, you turned and sprinted to the doors. You opened it up to black nothingness, but the Doctor’s voice was loud and clear now.

Without taking a glance back, you jumped into the dark void. It felt like you were falling forever, and that time itself had stopped. The deeper you fell, the closer the Doctor’s voice sounded, until it was like he was right in front of you. Your vision went black for a second, and you opened your eyes.

Immediately you tried to sit up, but your head hit something and you laid back down. “Ow!” The Doctor fell back to the floor and had his hands on his forehead, where there was a red mark from your own head.

“Sorry…” You muttered and winced from the pain that shot through your skull.

“Are you okay? I came into the TARDIS and found you passed out right outside the TARDIS. I had to drag you in here before the cybermen got to us.” He scrambled to sit by your side and examine your head.

You swatted away his hands. “I’m fine… I must’ve been dreaming; I swear I was in the TARDIS and you were there, but it wasn’t you–at least I don’t think it was. You were acting funny…”

“Funny?” He was suddenly interested once you mentioned that.

“Yeah… The way you spoke and acted, it just wasn’t you. Then you said–” You stopped, embarrassed to finish the sentence.

“That sounds like Mr. Clever…” His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but then he stood up with a smile and held out his hand to help you up. “Let’s get you to your room so you can rest a bit.” You grabbed his hand and were pulled up to your feet. He put an arm around your shoulder and kept you steady as he escorted your to your bedroom.

“Doctor,” you broke the silence, “have you ever, um, fancied someone?” You glanced over to see his reaction and he took it by surprise but masked it with a smile.

“Of course I have; haven’t we all?” You’d reached your room, and he walked you in. He didn’t move leave until you were safe on your bed.

“What’s she like?”

He paused at the door and, without turning around, said, “She’s brilliant, intelligent, and needs to rest,” and exited.

It took you a moment to process what he said, but your face turned hot and red before you pulled the covers up to hide your face.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

[dreaming-of-who]

HELLO INTERNET

It has been a long time, and it’s because I’m a very busy woman. I will now give you a quick update of my life thus far:

-I started my sophomore year of university back in August 2016 -I claimed a major at the end of my freshman year (I’m a music education major now!) -The MuEd major is hell, schedule-wise (it’s like two majors in one), so I don’t really have a lot of time to devote to my hobbies (like this blog *cries eternally*) -I donated my hair last year in February -I’m getting over a fairly recent (?) heartbreak (yay low self-esteem) -My dad got a new dog some time last year and she’s the love of my life -I just finished the second season of Voltron, like, two seconds ago -My dad gave me his old X-Box One so now I’m hip with the kids -I’ll be turning 20 in about two months

That’s the big highlights, really, and I hope that I can get some good writing in before I go on hiatus again... I really appreciate all the support that I’d received in the past and I hope I can still give you some good content!

[dreaming-of-who]

Ask is open!

I decided to open up the ask, so hopefully I can get a couple fresh ideas before I close it back up again! Do you think I should start trying to add gifs to the posts? Tell me what you think!

[dreaming-of-who]

Another (Fun!!!) Announcement!

Hi, guys! Today’s my birthday, and I think it’d be cool if maybe some of you would submit some short stories to me! You might not know a lot about me, but I do have an All About Me page on the blog (when you hover over the tardis the link’s on the bottom). Also, if you have any questions pertaining to my appearance or personality or anything else, just ask! I don’t know if any of you are up to it, but I think it’d be super cool to read your stuff. :3

Gif [ x ]

[dreaming-of-who]

Is open yeah! Can you do a one shot where the 11Doctor catch Her companion whatching Yaoi and She is so ashamed and don't know how explain it to the Doctor

Hi there! This one’s a bit short, but I hope I captured the awkwardness of the situation. Enjoy!

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Today was supposed to be a “me” day. Today was supposed to be a “sit in your room and not worry about getting shot at by aliens” kind of day. Today was supposed to be a “Doctor will not bother you” day. Was it that kind of day? Not at all. It was probably one of the most awkward experiences you’d had with the Doctor, and there have been many of those.

You were sitting in your room, at the desk watching anime on your computer–something you normally did when you guys had breaks from adventuring. What you didn’t tell the Doctor, though, is what you watched. Everyone has their own guilty pleasure; something that is conventionally strange or maybe even frowned upon, but they like it anyways. Yours was exactly that; it made you feel a tad guilty, but it brought you pleasure and entertainment. Plus, it wasn’t like you were making a fetish out of it, you just preferred it.

Your guilty pleasure was… yaoi.

You were too embarrassed to tell anyone about it, not even your siblings or best friends knew. The only people who knew were people online who shared your… “hobby.” It was just that one day you were dumb and didn’t lock your door. The one time the Doctor actually bothers you on your day off, you forgot to lock the door.

“Y/N, have you seen where the–” He had tapped your shoulder and abruptly stopped mid-sentence to process what was going on your computer screen. Upon feeling his tap, you whipped around to look at him and he had the most perplexed look painted on his face. And of course you paused it at the most (and only) awkward point in the whole video. “Y/N, w-what is… this?”

Your face went beet red, and you were at a loss for words. How did you explain this to someone? You stared wide-eyed at the Doctor trying to say something, but nothing came out. Now that you thought of it, no one you knew was into this kind of stuff. That made you feel even worse about it.

The Doctor blinked, adjusted his bow tie (actually making it crooked) and exhaled. “I’m not going to judge what you do in your free time, Y/N.” That barely eased the tension. “So I’m going to turn around, and pretend I never saw this.” And he did so, turning on his heel and with a very stiff and uncomfortable posture walked out of your bedroom.

You turned in your seat to face the computer again and hid your face with your hands. You kept muttering to yourself over and over, “He thinks I’m a weirdo now.” Convinced that he’d never look at you the same way ever again.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

[dreaming-of-who]

Hallo, dear followers.

It has been awhile, and that’s because I honestly haven’t had any time to devote to this blog. I don’t intend on totally abandoning it, but it honestly isn’t my priority at the moment. Update on my life, though: I started college in August 2015 and it’s been super cool. It’s also been a little rough, but I’m still here, aren’t I? I’m currently on spring break with my dad and I really should be doing my philosophy homework right now, buuuuut.... I’ve been in a fanfic writing mood so I logged on and finished up one just a bit ago. I hope to maybe open up the ask box soon? I don’t know, honestly, but I didn’t think I’d gain any followers while being gone for so long, so kudos to you guys. I hope you enjoy any future pieces I write!

[dreaming-of-who]

Do you think you could write a tenxreader where she has been bullied all her life and is super depressed but is really good at hiding it. Before her travels with the doctor she was a diehard ballet dancer but after and injury has to stop. So she dances again in the tardis and after her knee gives out she really feels like she has lost all outlet of happiness. Then the doctor saves her from suicide while she still has her old pointe shoes on. (this is what happened to me) please and thank you ily

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! Please be careful when you read this, there is in fact a suicide attempt, and the character/reader is depressed. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I hope you like it! It’s been forever since I’ve even been on this blog, but I’m on spring break and I’m avoiding my Philosophy homework. I don’t plan on giving up on this blog!

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You had slept in again. It was probably noon, or the equivalent of it. Whenever the Doctor didn’t wake you up you did this; sleeping in for as long as you could and then staying in bed even longer. You looked over at the clock on your nightstand, and sighed. It was about time to get up, and the Doctor should be coming through the door in 3.. 2… 1… “Y/N! I’ve got something great planned for us today, but it’s a surprise!” You squinted at the light on the ceiling and rubbed your eyes. “C’mon, get up! I picked out some clothes that are fit for the time period.”

You groaned and shooed him away. “Alright. Alright! I’m getting up.” He smirked and ran back into the hallway. You sat in the same spot for a couple minutes, and caught sight of your old pointe shoes. They sat on the shelf next to your old ballet pictures. They had been catching dust from lack of use, not because of your travels with the Doctor, but because of an accident.

You were practicing like always when it happened. You stood in front of the mirror with your hand on the bar and started taking deep breaths in and out. Rehearsal was going to start in an hour and a half, but you had your own special warmup routine that you preferred to do alone. You started by laying on the ground and did alignment exercises. You then slowly made your way through your warmups from the ground to your feet. You held onto the bar and swung your leg in large semicircles then switched to the other.

Once done with those, you would work on perfecting all the different positions. Sometimes your arms looked rigid or they were too loose, or your feet were slightly angled too much or too little. Once your positions became more natural, you would start to rehearse the actual choreography…

You returned to reality and stared at the wall in front of your bed. It’d been forever since you had danced. It was something you’d been doing since you were small and uncoordinated. Ballet was the only thing you did, and when you injured your knee you didn’t know what you were going to do…

It always seemed like you were flying when you danced; even when both of your toes were planted in the ground. With every gesture and move you put in all your effort and emotion. You firmly believed that the way you practiced would be the way you’d perform, so every pirouette and leap had to be perfect.

You stared at the other end of the room where the mirror reflected your graceful stature and went for a leap. You pushed off with one foot and directed your landing with the other. Once your leading foot came in contact with the ground, however, your leg gave out. You tumbled to the hardwood floor and braced the rest of your body with your hands.

An unbearable pain shot from your knee and you cried out. “No, no, no.” You kept muttering with anxiety. You attempted to get to your feet, but even small movement would cause your knee to practically scream no. With a glance at the clock over the mirrors in front of you, you could tell that someone should be here any minute. You tried hard to hold in the tears, but your knee just kept sending impulses telling you to cry it out…

You heard footsteps. The Doctor knocked on your door with haste. “Y/N! C’mon!” Your eyes strayed back to the blank wall and noticed the little bumps from the paint…

When everyone learned you’d injured yourself, most of them had been very sympathetic. They sent you cards and candy saying how much they missed you at the studio Some–those who were jealous of your talent–had been secretly glad that you were out of commission.

They reminded you of the various girls from your primary school that would pick on you. They took advantage of your kindness and would get you to do stuff for them that would get you in trouble. Soon they started to call you names and put down your self-esteem to the point where you begged your mother not to go to school–sometimes pretending that you were sick every once and a while. You didn’t want to tell her these girls were messing with you, but you wanted so badly not to go back. School used to be a place where you were happy and just couldn’t wait to go back to learn and see your classmates. Now it was your own personal hell that you never wanted to return to.

It didn’t get any better when you all moved to secondary school; they would taunt you, “accidentally” trip you, and even slip nasty notes into your locker. No matter how much you avoided them, they found you. The library became your sanctuary since it was harder for them to make a ruckus; that, and the dance studio…

Your eyes found the shoes again, and your gaze hardened into determination. You jumped up and grabbed them, slipping them back on like you’d never even stopped dancing, and snuck to the console room. You stood in the middle of the room, closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed up onto your toes. You were twirling and made little hops and leaps while lightly humming a tune. It felt like you were just floating, and your feet weren’t even touching the ground any more.

The moment you landed another higher leap, your knee gave out and caused you to fall with a loud thump. Your hands shot straight to your knee and you felt tears on your cheeks. You were crying from both physical and mental pain that had been building up over the years. You never told the Doctor anything about that part of your past or your mental condition. You were afraid he’d leave you just like most of your close friends and family did.

It’d been a while since your last breakdown, but remembering all the bullies and events growing up along with your current situation made you want to melt away from existence. You reached one of your hands into your jean pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. With a push of a button, the blade sprung and reflected the yellow lights of the TARDIS. You stared at it for a minute, your hand shaking, trying to figure out how you were going to do this. You wanted to make it fast so you wouldn’t suffer any more. The tip of the knife was pointed towards your heart and you held it out far in front of you.

Right as you were about to thrust it into your chest the door swung open and the Doctor entered. “Y/N, are you rea–” He dropped whatever was in his hand and nearly tripped over his own feet while sprinting to your side. At this point you were sobbing, eyes filled with tears. He slid on his knees and knocked the knife out of your hands, pulling you into a close and tight embrace. You continued to cry, your arms stiff in front of you at the Doctor’s sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m so– sorry!” You repeated over and over again, and the Doctor gently stroked the back of your head. “I–I didn’t want y-you to see me l-like this!” He only held you tighter and calmly shushed you.

After that you didn’t say anything, but continued crying into his shoulder for what seemed like forever.

It wasn’t until you started to breathe normally again that he let go and looked you in the eyes. He was heartbroken. It was always easy to tell his emotions because he had such an expressive face; which was something you’d always liked about him. “You can always talk to me, you know that?” You nodded, trying not to cry again. “Now, is this something you want to talk about now? That,” he flailed his hand, gesturing to what lay beyond the TARDIS doors, “can always wait.”

You stared at the Doctor, and without even saying a word he knew that meant “Yes, please.” You then sputtered out everything that had been bottled up in your brain. The story about the bullies, your injury, your depression; everything. He listened attentively, keeping a firm hold of your hand while you talked. It was nice finally being able to actually speak what was on your mind. You knew it wasn’t going to magically fix your depression or make it go away, but it was a step towards that.

“Do you still want to go?” He nodded towards the doors.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll wait for you to get changed, then.” He stood up and held out a hand to help you to your feet. You immediately regretted getting up because a splitting pain shot through your knee. You winced and the Doctor tried to make sure the least amount of weight was put on it.

“I have a knee brace.” You assured, and he helped you to your room.

He left the room, but before you could even move again, he peaked his head into the room and said, “Y/N, I love you,” and disappeared.

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As part of the run up to Season 9 of Doctor Who, premiering on September 19, BBC America is looking back at the best of the series’ modern era with a curated collection of handpicked episodes, including four starring David Tennant in the role of the Time Lord. Over six weeks, starting from Saturday 15th August, Hannah Hart will host The Doctor’s Finest: some of the most essential Doctor Who episodes complete with interviews and discussion. 

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Hello, My Dear Followers!

It’s been a while! I have been so busy with life since I graduated: I visited my dad for a full month in Florida, I’ve been taking summer college classes Monday-Thursday for the past couple weeks, and when I’m not at class I’m at work. And when my classes end next week I move into my dorm and start marching band auditions! (much busy. very exhaust. D:)

Nevertheless, it has come to my attention that I reached 400+ followers??? I say this a lot, but I’m really happy that y’all enjoy my little fics. This is just something I honestly started just for fun because I hated writing papers in school and needed some sort of escape. I love hearing other people’s ideas and making them come to life.

So it’s all thanks to you followers for the wonderful content of this blog. Your guys’ ideas are fun and creative and I just wanted to thank you guys!

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Not a request-just wanted to say how much I love your blog! :D Your writing is fantastic and wonderful and I love your imagines so much! :D

Aww, thanks!

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harrylukedracosgirl: Can I have an imagine where the reader (female) travels with 11 and she goes with the doctor to Craig Owens House and becomes the lodger with the doctor then at the end when they discover the person building a tardis she puts her hand on it instead of Craig to save the doctor and Craig helps her and the doctor get together thanks! btw love your blog!💕Best one out there and take all the time u need xx

I know I made you wait this long, and I’m so sorry. But, as of May 23, I have graduated from high school! I have been working on this one for awhile and it’s super long because of it, I hope you don’t mind! I had fun writing this one. Enjoy!

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"Hold on, Y/N, we’ve gotta land the TARDIS. She’s overheating!" The Doctor screamed over the screeching of the TARDIS’ parking break.

You held tightly to the railings of the stairs while screaming back “But what about the buffet?”

“We’ve been traveling too much. Just like you and I need sleep, the TARDIS needs her rest. And she needs it NOOOOOW!” The TARDIS jerked abruptly and you could feel the box was falling rather than landing. The TARDIS stabilized for a moment and you climbed up the last couple steps to try and get a hold of the console.

You were footsteps away, until the TARDIS lurched you backwards and you were somersaulting. The room was spinning so fast—with all the colors blending together—it made you queasy. The front doors were forced open suddenly by your feet. While tumbling outside you heard the Doctor call out your name over your grunting.

Your stomach dropped at the thought of free-falling to your death, but it was too late; you could feel the wind on your neck. You struggled to grab the ledge of the floor and was certain it was the end. You never even had the chance to—

Plop!

You felt a pointy object scratching at your face, which you knew to be grass. After your head stopped spinning, you opened your eyes to find out that you weren’t in fact falling to your death, but laying belly-down on an unknown front lawn. Behind the blue box was a road that framed a neighborhood full of identical flats, only differing in color.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" The Doctor sprinted out to check on you, helping you to your feet.

"I’m fine. Good thing we landed when we did." You looked down at the base of the TARDIS, which was at least half a foot into the earth from the impact, and looked at the Doctor. "I need to go back inside and grab something." You barely took one step before there was a small explosion coming from inside, and the Doctor pulled you back.

The doors swung themselves shut and the sound of popping and bumping leaked it’s way out. “Thanks.” You pat his shoulder. “Why are you smiling?” The Doctor was facing the flat that we had landed by.

He clapped his hands excitedly. "I know where we are!" And before you could ask where, he took your arm and dragged you to the front door of the flat. He pushed the doorbell button and awaited an answer while rocking on his heels. Inside the muffled echo of foot steps were nearing the doors and growing louder.

The door swung open and the Doctor threw his hands in the air. "Surprise!" The man who opened the door blinked in shock.

"Doctor?" He finally uttered after a minute of pure silence.

“Yes!” The Doctor lightly kissed both of the man’s cheeks in greeting. “And this is, Y/N, my companion.” He introduced and you gave a little wave. “Y/N, Craig. Craig, Y/N.”

Craig shook your hand. “It’s... nice to see you, but what are you doing here?”

The Doctor placed his hand on Craig’s shoulder. “I just thought I’d stop by, see how you and Stormageddon and Sophie were doing.” You glanced at him with a What-the-heck-are-you-talking-about frown.

Craig looked past you two at the TARDIS, which had some smoke puffing out the doors. “Doctor, it’s been years since we last met. Alfie is--”

“Daddy?” A small head appeared from behind Craig and the Doctor’s eyes lit up.

“Is this him?”

“Daddy, who are these people?” The boy, only about 5 or 6, tugged on his father’s shirt nearly pouting and in turn was lifted off the ground.

“This is your Aunty Y/N and your Uncle...”

“John!” You answered with a smile; going for his not-so-inconspicuous alias.

“Yeah, your aunty and uncle were just visiting. Come on in.” He guided you two inside and shut the door. “Sophie! We have visitors!” On the way to a door way on the other end of the hall, you caught yourself looking at the pictures hanging up on the wall. The pictures all contained Craig and another woman, who you figured was Sophie, and progressed to pictures of a pregnant Sophie, then baby Alfie. The pictures seemed to capture all their emotions perfectly, and you smiled.

“Craig? Was Alfie asking for ice cream? I already told him it’d spoil his appetite.” In the kitchen was the woman from the photographs, Sophie, and her hair was up in a very messy bun that was almost no longer a bun. Her eyes then shifted to us. “Doctor?” Sophie blinked. “And who’s this?” You introduced yourself.

“Do we have that room cleaned out?” Craig set Alfie down.

“Yes but,” Sophie glanced over at us, “it’s not prepared for visitors...”

“Sorry, again, about the sudden... erm, visit.” You apologized and elbowed the Doctor lightly.

“Yes. Now, there isn’t an upstairs floor, right?” Craig and Sophie laughed, and the Doctor kept a straight face.

“No, Doctor, there’s no upstairs for sure.” Craig patted the Doctor’s shoulder and then faced Sophie. “I’ll go get that room ready.”

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For the next month you both stayed in the flat waiting for the TARDIS to repair herself; it must’ve been a pretty bad blow if it was taking this long to repair. Honestly, you thought she’d run much better if the Doctor didn’t leave the parking break on, but he insisted on doing so because the noise was cool to him.

It wasn’t surprising that strange things started to happen while you were there. It all started when you were sitting on the back porch early in the morning, with a cup of tea in hand. The birds were just starting to being their songs, and the low hum of the insects could be heard. The sun was just beginning to rise, and movement to your right caught your eye. You thought nothing of it, and continued to drink your tea. It was probably a bird... You thought to yourself. The others started to wake up and you went inside.

“Doctor, can we go do something?” You asked him with a slight whine.

“I’d love to, but what can we do?”

You’d been travelling with him for so long that you didn’t know what to do other than your usual adventurous endeavors. For you it was strange having to come back to the “real world,” and try to do normal things. “We could go on a walk, or go to the park with Alfie and Craig!”

“That sounds like a great idea.” Sophie sighed and the Doctor shrugged.

“Sure! Why not?” He looked to Craig for his opinion.

“I’ll go get Alfie ready.” In about 10 minutes you were all headed out the door with something in your guys’ hands. Alfie had the football, the Doctor held some snacks, you held the water bottles, and Craig held Alfie’s hand. “The park’s just a couple blocks away.”

Once at the park, Craig let Alfie free to do whatever he wanted while he supervised from a nearby bench, and you walked around on the footpath with the Doctor. “So, after the TARDIS is done with repairs, where do you want to go?”

You looked down at your feet in thought. This was like the equivalent to What do you want for dinner? and having no idea. You’d gone to many places with the Doctor, it was hard to tell when and where you wanted to go. You always ended up choosing some important piece of history that you were interested in, and the Doctor never fully understood why. He’d always say something like, “There’s endless amounts of planets and universes, and you choose to stick with Earth?”

“I don’t know... Why don’t you surprise me?” You shrugged.

“You sure there’s nowhere you really want to go?”

“I’m sure...” You looked at the playground to notice that even as early as it was, there were at least a dozen kids playing. Alfie caught sight of you, and waved excitedly. With a smile you waved back; this past month you’d really bonded with Alfie. Since Sophie was at work most of the day, you’d offered to act as babysitter, free of charge.

You headed over to Craig to join him on the bench, and Alfie ran your guys’ way.

“Aunty Y/N, will you play football with me?” You looked down and set your hand on his head.

“I’m not the greatest when it comes to sports, kiddo.” You answered with a nervous chuckle.

“But your uncle over here is great at football.” Craig quickly interjected. You raised a brow.

Alfie didn’t even wait for an answer. “Let’s go!” He dragged the Doctor to the sparse field and started to kick the ball back and forth. You sat down next to Craig and watched the two boys play together. Soon the Doctor kicked the ball up in the air and showed off some tricks like bouncing the ball between his knees or balancing it on his head. He looked over at you and grinned with a little wave.

“He likes you, you know.” Craig’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked away from both the Doctor and Craig. “I can tell. Sophie can tell. Hell, even Alfie is convinced you two are married.”

“You really think so?” You rubbed the fabric of your coat with your index finger and thumb nervously.

He sighed. “I know so. It’s all in the way he talks about you, and he’s always giving you ‘the look.’”

“’The look?’ I don’t think he likes me. I don’t do anything but follow him around. He’s always doing the saving and I’m always doing the following.”

He  didn’t have the chance to reply because the Doctor was running back to your bench. “Alfie says he needs to go to the little boys’ room. I’m not quite sure what that means but I assume you do.” He gave his usual little I-don’t-really-know-honestly laughs and Craig got up. “Alfie!” The Doctor called as he turned around and there was no response. “Alfie?” Craig froze.

His eyes wandered to the Doctor, once filled with fear and worry now with fury. “Where is my son, Doctor?”

“He was behind me--I swear!”

“He couldn’t have gone far, let’s go!” You  put a hand on their shoulders and ran to the field where they were playing. “Alfie!”

“Alfie!”

“Alfie! Where are you?”

The only response was kids playing on the playground. You ran from one end of the park to the other, desperately calling for Alfie You were about to turn back, but then caught a quick glance of his familiar red coat. Your heart started to race “Alfie!” He didn’t seem to hear, and continued to walk towards a little shed-like building. “Guys!” The other two ran towards you.

“Where is he? Did you find him?” Craig looked around hopefully.

“He went into that little building. You think it’s the bathrooms?”

“The nearest bathrooms are about a block away...” Craig started to run, and the Doctor looked over at you. His usual childish grin was plastered across his face.

“Somehow we always end up running, don’t we?”

“It seems so, doesn’t it?” You shook your head with an eye roll and followed Craig.

“Alfie!” Craig was pounding on the door of the small building. “Doctor!” He needn’t say anymore, because the Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and unlocked the door in seconds. Craig ran in and almost immediately sprinted to his son, who was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, head hidden from view. “Alfie, I’m here!”

Craig was suddenly thrown away from Alfie, and was being pulled by a force towards what looked like a console. You realized that it was bigger on the inside, much like the TARDIS. “Doctor!” He yelled, and the Doctor was ready to leap and save him. However, you beat him to it and pushed him towards Alfie with all your strength.

“Y/N, no!” The Doctor nearly tripped when he realized what you were doing. You honestly had no idea what was going on, but knew you needed to move Craig out of the way. The Doctor took a hold of your arm and tried to resist the invisible force pulling you towards the console which had an indentation strikingly similar to the shape of a hand. “What are you doing?”

“I’m done with sitting around waiting for you to save me or anyone! I want to help! I want to be important!” You cried and the Doctor stopped pulling.

“But you are important, Y/N. You’re important to me,” the force pulled harder on the two of you, “and I’m not going to let you think otherwise.” Your hand was just inches from the console. “Now, when your hand touches this, it’s going to hurt like no other pain you’ve ever felt. I need you to focus on the idea of staying. I don’t care where, but you need to feel like you really want to stay put wherever you are.” You nodded, and he let your hand come in contact with the console.

He was right: It hurt like hell. You did as he said and focused on staying. You wanted to stay with the Doctor, in the TARDIS, and continue with the life you had started with him. You didn’t want to go back to your life before, you wanted to stay with the Doctor; he was your best friend.

You heard a loud pop and saw a flash of light and realized that the invisible force was lifted from you. You freed your hand and hugged the Doctor. “You did good, Y/N.” He patted your back.

“Let’s head home, I think that we all deserve a little break.” Craig interrupted and you let go of the Doctor.

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When you returned, Craig informed Sophie on your guys’ adventure, and she flipped. After ten minutes of worrying, she sent Alfie off to his room to play and sunk into one of the dining room chairs with a long frustrated sigh. You turned to leave the room, but Craig ran after you. “Y/N.” He guided you out to the hallway.

“What’s wrong?”

“Take these,” he handed you some small pieces of paper, “they’re coupons for this place Soph and I like to go to.”

“What--” You tried to return them.

“Go, take the Doctor.” He insisted and you looked up into the kitchen. The Doctor was attempting to prepare lunch for Sophie, and was miserably failing. 

“Fine.” You stuffed the coupons in your pocket and ran back into the kitchen. “C’mon, Doctor, we’re heading out.”

“Where?” He took your hand with confusion.

“On a date!”

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Oh my god!!! I absolutely adore your blog! :D Thought you should know you gained a follower

I’m so happy you like my writing! :D

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Could you do an 11 x reader where the reader is his companion and she's exploring the TARDIS when she finds River's old diary somewhere. Then the doctor finds her with the diary crying and when he asks she why she confesses that she loves him but she knows not that they can't be together. But the Doctor explains that River's gone and he actually has feelings for the reader too. Sorry if that's super specific. I love your blog btw :D

The more specific, the more I can write it the way you want it!

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"Don’t explore too far in the TARDIS; you might get lost and never make it out." The Doctor warned you one day.

The conversation had started after you asked how big the TARDIS was during your guys’ lunch. He’d explained that the TARDIS had an infinite number of rooms, including old console rooms she had saved. “You can’t stray too far from the familiar hallways, sometimes she’ll chage one path and you’ll be far from where you started.” He’d pressed and you nodded to show that you heard him.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Tell me about your past. I mean, I know a bit about you, but you never really talk about that.”

The Doctor uncomfortably adjusted his bow tie. “I’ve told you about my past; I ran from Gallifrey in the TARDIS and have been travelling with people like you to help people and explore the universe.”

“But—”

“There’s nothing more to know about me, Y/N. Don’t worry about it.” 

With that he got up and said he had some maintenance to do on the TARDIS. You twirled the straw of your drink with boredom and decided to pour it out and aimlessly roam the corridor outside the kitchen-dining room.

You stared down the hall—one you’d never really been down before because you had no need. The Doctor’s warning was ringing in your head, but your curiosity got the best of you. The path curved to the right and headed towards the library, and you strolled down the dimly lit hall.

After a minute or so of staring at the floor with boredom, you looked up to see a strange door. The door itself didn’t look any different than any other old door within the TARDIS, but it gave off a strange vibe. There was little light near it, so it looked as if it were in a dark void.

You looked over your shoulder just out of the feeling of anxiety, and moved towards the automatic door. The swoosh of the air made you shiver and close your eyes, but you kept still until your eyes opened. What you found inside the room wasn’t what you were expecting.

The room was pitch black except for a small beam of light shining on a small podium which held a dingy—obviously old—blue book. You jumped at the sound of the door shutting behind you as you cautiously walked towards the podium. Upon closer inspection, you realized that the book’s cover was exactly like the TARDIS’ exterior; it was even the same hue of blue. After a moment of hesitancy, you flipped open the cover to the first yellowed page. It read:

Property of Dr. River SongSpoilers!

Underneath was a lipstick stain, probably belonging to this River Song. What’s the Doctor doing with this? You wondered, and decided to turn the page and start reading.

Sitting on the dusty floor of the room you leafed through all the pages and started to wonder who this River Song was. The journal started out normally, for the first page or two, and then shifted into the unusual stuff that you usually associated with the Doctor.

It turned out that River Song was actually Melody Pond, and the daughter of some of the Doctor’s most beloved companions, Amy and Rory Pond. She was trained to kill the Doctor at a young age, but then, these are her words:

I fell in love.

You stared at those words for what seemed like an eternity. A wave of emotions flooded your mind, it was a mix of  jealousy, anger, sadness, and betrayal. Instead of closing the book, you kept reading on.

Enclosed were photographs and drawings paperclipped to the pages as well as drawings River must’ve drawn herself of the different events and monsters she has come across the universe.

You looked at a wet blotch that had appeared in the paper, and realized you were crying. You tossed the book to the side, in fear you’d damage it with your tears, and covered your face with your hands.

The quiet sobs persisted for a few minutes, and then the sound of the doors’ swoosh alarmed you to wipe the tears from your face. “Y/N?” The Doctor’s silhouette rushed towards the light, and you tried to avoid him from seeing your face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He knelt beside you and wiped away the tears with his sleeve.

You swatted his hands away. “I figured out your past. I read it.” You pointed to the journal and his eyes followed. “You never told me you were married. You never told me that you married Amy’s daughter.”

“I-I didn’t think it was that important to you.” He defended.

“It’s very important. Did you ever think that—” You stopped yourself. Just like River, you’d fallen in love with the Doctor. It was hard not to, he was caring, spontaneous, and interesting. “Did you ever think that I would fall in love with you? Since we started to travel together I fell for you. But after this, I know it won’t ever happen.” You hid your face behind your hands and awaited an answer: that you were right and you shouldn’t—can’t—love him.

“Actually…” He started and gently took your hands from your face, forcing you to look at him. “River, she-she died a long time ago…” He looked down and took your hands in his, resting one of top of it all. “After all this time I’d told myself I couldn’t love anyone else. People before you, even those that weren’t companions, I refused to love. I pushed everyone away and told myself never again. Then you came along, Y/N.” He paused a moment. “I decided it was time to let go and move on. And-and I want to move on with you, Y/N.”

You slowly turned your attention to your hands, which were now entwined with both of his. "I'd like that." You stammered. The Doctor stood and helped you to your feet before picking up the journal and returning it to the podium. Without another word he led the way down the ever changing corridor back towards the console room.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

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Oh my gosh, 300 Followers!

Honestly, I never thought I'd get more than 50 followers on this blog, especially since I don't get to write as often as I want to. Thank you for dealing with my dead periods of time, thank you for the requests, and thank you for enjoying my writing. I honestly don't see myself as a writer, but I love to write fanfic-style stuff and your guys' encouragement is wonderful, so, once again, thank you. You the real MVPs.

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Hi I was wondering if you could do an 10xfemale imagine where The Doctor goes on one of those tour type things like in the episode 'Midnight'. And The Doctor talks to the reader/female because he saw her reading a book about time travel. Well the lights go out and somehow the pilot is killed. The other passengers blame the reader/female and say to throw her off board or kill her and The Doctor defends her. Then they discover who really did it and the Doctor offers to take her traveling with him

Oh my gosh this one was a long one, sorry about that. I had lots of fun writing it, nonetheless. I hope you enjoy, Anon!

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It was finally time to board the shuttle bus for the tour you'd been anticipating for the last day or two. Your vacation at the resort had been just as relaxing as you'd hoped it to be; far away from work at the lab, colleagues that pressured you, and away from all the stress that had built up in your life thus far. Your mother's words echoed in your head at the memory: You need a vacation, love! Just pack up and go! You're such a hard worker and you deserve one; don't worry about your boss, dear. I'll deal with that.

So here you were, on the nearby dwarf planet that served the needs of any person's vacation. It was named Eden, and the whole planet's purpose was for vacationing. It had many biomes and different resorts in every one. There were some tropical beaches, a jungle, and the cold Antarctic-like regions on the north and south poles of the planet. Eden Vacations was just what you needed after all the stress from your job.

You handed the hostess your ticket as you passed by and followed the line of people onto the bus. There weren't a lot of people on this tour, probably because it was the morning one and people were sleeping in. You noticed one family that was your stereotypical tourists and giggled at the sight, but they looked very happy to be vacationing like this together, so you smiled sweetly.Once boarded, you found a seat in the back so you could read your book with little interruptions or distractions if there came a time. The doors were shut with  a swoosh of the air lock and a man's voice came from the overhead speakers. "Hello, and thank you for choosing Eden Vacations. My name is Brian and I'll be your host today." The somewhat older man smiled, but it wasn't your cheesy tour guide smile, but a genuine and natural one. "This tour will focus around the jungle area, and you'll be able to see many animals brought in from not only Earth, but planets all over the galaxy." He continued.

The only way they'd be able to do that is to bring creatures from planets that were very similar to Earth... You thought to yourself, and started to read your book, waiting until the tour actually started.

When the shuttle bus reached the inner parts of the jungle, your host pointed out some creatures that were casually flying or walking by. There were many you recognized, even the ones that weren't native to Earth, and marveled at them because you'd never seen them in person before.

You could hear the two children from that family bickering, as they were sitting in the seats two rows ahead of you. "I heard they eat people!" The little boy exclaimed and you wanted to go and tell him more about the creature, but his sister--a young chubby girl with pigtails and braces--corrected him.

"Actually they're herbivores."

"I'm pretty sure they can eat a person, look at those big teeth!"

"Well, they do have big teeth, but they're for grinding down plants that are very hard compared to normal leaves. I read it in a book once."

You stopped your eavesdropping and stared out the window again.

Suddenly the bus jerked and started to slow down. The people started to look at each other confused before the host's voice sounded again. "It seems that we are having technical difficulties, please relax as one of our on-site mechanics sorts out the problem. Sorry for any inconvenience." He smiled again and sat down in his chair. You looked down the aisle and saw a man exit the cockpit and then out of the bus with a tool box.

A few minutes passed and the bus hummed back to life. The mechanic reentered and took his place behind the locked doors of the cockpit of the bus. The tour continued even more and you started to get a little bored. You pulled out your book and started to read.

It didn't seem long before you were interrupted. "Time Travel: Fiction or Science?" You heard a man's voice ask from the seat in front of you. You jumped at his sudden appearance; he wasn't there before. You hid the book away in embarrassment. Most people laughed and ridiculed you for your belief in the science of time travel. People back at the lab always picked on you for your interest and but you'd grown to tuning out their remarks. "Great book, there are a couple incorrect theories, though. Brilliant theories, just inaccurate." He seemed to snap back into reality and held out a hand. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm the Doctor."

You shook his hand and looked over his features. He had a strange look and vibe to him; he wore a brown and blue-pinstriped suit that was mostly covered by a trench coat, and a matching tie with a wispy design on it. The feature that struck you was his hair; it was gelled and styled up and reminded you of a teenage boy, though he was obviously an adult. What a peculiar name... "Just the Doctor?" He nodded. "Y/N." You introduced yourself.

"So you're interested in time travel, eh?"

"Yeah, but most people just laugh at me and shake it off. I'm surprised you haven't done that yet." You looked away for a second.

"It just so happens I am an avid time travel enthusiast." He explained. "That's a pretty difficult book to read for an average person. You just reading it for fun?" The Doctor raised a brow and you shrugged.

"I like to read sciencey stuff; I'm a biologist but I'm trying to work my way up to get a degree in astrophysics." You explained and the Doctor rested his chin on the top of the seats.

"Ooh, interesting! It seems you really know your science!" He exclaimed and you felt your face get red.

"Yeah, I guess. Please excuse me, I've got to use the loo." You stood up and made your way to the front of the bus.

Once you returned the Doctor started a conversation with you about astrophysics. After a couple minutes it melded into your biology career and you talked about the types of animals your worked with. Then your curiosity got the best of you and asked, "Why are you on this tour if you're so smart? I mean, you seem to know a lot about different sciences."

"I could ask you the same thing." He replied, obviously hiding a compliment.

"I've been stressed at work, and my mum practically begged me to take a vacation, so I did. And here I am, taking this tour instead of reading back at my hotel room."

"Well, I guess we're in the same boat I--" The Doctor was cut off by the bus suddenly stopping and the lights going out. The lack of lighting wouldn't have been a problem if the safety panels on the windows hadn't activated and left them in darkness. A moment passed and the host's voice came from the speakers again while the dim emergency lights flashed on. "Passengers, please do not panic, we are experiencing a glitch in the computers and will be up and running in just a moment." There was a slight sound of panic in his sound, but little to none seemed to notice it.

After a long time had passed of the bus being idle, one person stood up and asked the host. "What's going on? Has the computers been fixed?" The host looked a little shaken by the man's question, but shook his head. "Then what are we sitting here for? Have we called for someone to pick us u--" He was interrupted by a scream coming from the cockpit.

The mechanic rushed out and beckoned for the host. The pair turned their backs to us and were frantically muttering to each other. When they were done they both turned to face us passengers. The host, with a nervous sigh, tuned in on the speakers again with a grueling announcement: "I'm not going to lie to you about this, but it seems that one of our pilots has mysteriously passed away while up in the cockpit."

"What?" A woman practically screamed.

The mechanic took hold of the microphone and started to explain what had happened. "I was helping driving the bus, and Kirk said he needed to take a nap before we reached our midpoint of the tour. I then kept driving and after a while I looked over and saw he wasn't breathing. I checked his pulse, and found that he was dead." Something seemed fishy about this story, but you couldn't think what.

A woman stood up. "Why don't we fix the computers and drive back to the suites?"

"It may take up to an hour or even more." The mechanic-pilot replied sullenly.

"Well, is there any way to call for emergency response?"

"I already have, it could take an hour or two as well since we're so far into the jungle." He looked at the man who'd asked the question.

"What are we going to do?" One man looked down and hid his face in his hands.

"Excuse me," The Doctor spoke up and started to walk to the front of the bus. "'allo, I'm the Doctor. I'm a computer expert." He pulled out a wallet and revealed an I.D. or some sort of verification and was let into the cockpit where the computer was.

Many people were muttering to each other and you eavesdropped on anybody near by.

"I can't believe he just died." One woman whispered.

"This is ridiculous! Emergency should be able to get here promptly! What's the point of having emergency if they can't respond quickly!" You rolled your eyes at this.

"I think it'd be best if we just walked the path back." You perked your focus on this and interjected.

"If one were to walk that path back, there's no telling whether or not any of these creatures might see you as prey. They may be curious as they have rarely or never seen humans and might want a bite."

The couple glared over at you. "Then why would they have them just roaming in the jungle? Why haven't they made their way to the beaches or anywhere else? Probably because they're harmless to humans." The man condescended.

You held your tongue, but in your mind you knew that there was a force field fence that surrounded the jungle and kept the animals from ever escaping their environment. If he would've just read the brochures about their safety precautions he would know... You rolled your eyes again and listened in on any more conversations.

Soon the Doctor returned and made an announcement. "Alright, the computers aren't the problem, they're in fine shape now but obviously we're still not moving. We believe that it has something to do with the engines."

"Then send that mechanic to go fix it!"

"Nobody can leave this bus." He stared grimly at the passengers.

"Why is that?"

"Because our pilot didn't just die, he was killed." That just caused more hysteria and you felt your stomach flip. "He was injected with something, and we have to find out who it was."

The mechanic then seemed to realize something and stared at you. "Her! She was the only one to come to the cockpit!" He pointed and everyone stared at you. "She came in and chatted with us before leaving. It had to be her!"

"It wasn't me!" You stood up.

"That's exactly what a murderer would say!"

"She did get up and walk up there..."

"What evidence do you have of me being in the cockpit? I only went to the bathroom!" You shouted in anger, mostly at the mob-mentality of the passengers.

"Video." The mechanic claimed.

"Show me. Better yet, show us." You knew that there was a TV system in here, so there must've been a way to stream the video footage.

Soon the video was displayed throughout all the shuttle, and you watched yourself walking towards the overhead camera and then disappearing. "There! That is enough to prove that she killed him!"

"It is not! It only shows me moving towards the camera! The bathroom door is right by the cockpit doors!" You tried to yell over their clamor, but it was futile.

"We should throw her out!"

"Yeah, leave her for the animals!" They all started to close in on you in the corner and you felt as if you were going to die right there. In the corner of your eye you could see the two kids cowering in fear behind the seat, not at you, but at their parents. It was a sad thing to see, and you were convinced that was the last thing you would ever see.

"Oi!" The Doctor's voice managed to cut through the thick wall of sound and everyone stopped abruptly. "You all really going to throw her off the bus to die just because she walked towards a camera?"

"It proves she killed him!" Someone argued.

"It proves nothing! There's no evidence of her being in the cockpit, so sit and calm yourselves down!" They still stood there with blank faces. "You all look like animals! Let me explain how it couldn't have been her!" The passengers glanced from the Doctor to me a few times before retreating to their seats.

The Doctor made his way towards the cockpit and pointed up with one hand and at a passenger with the other. "You! How far away is this camera from the cockpit and restroom doors?"

The passenger stood up and got closer to the camera so he could see. "I'd say it's about a meter in front of the doors." He confirmed.

"Now, first of all, this camera is practically useless if it's that far in front of the actual cockpit doors! Faulty designing right there." He made his way over to you and pointed to the mechanic. "Play the video again." He nodded and the video played. "Stop!" It paused and the Doctor shouted, "Now tell me: Which direction is she looking?"

Everyone mumbled at different times, but there was a definite: "To the right."

"Now if she had been meaning to go to the cockpit she would be looking straight ahead. And if you look over there, from the camera's point of view the bathroom doors are on the right, just barely beyond the camera's range."

"If you think she didn't kill him, then who did?" Someone jumped up from their seat.

"Who else would've injected the pilot?"

You tuned out all the questions and considered the possibility of the mechanic killing his companion. It seemed ridiculous, if you were one of the passengers, but to you it made perfect sense. He claims to have been driving for a long amount of time before discovering that the pilot was dead; he was the only one in the cockpit the whole time. "It was you." You pointed to the mechanic who was indifferent from your accusation. "You framed me."

"How?" One of the passengers, who was still sure you had committed the crime.

"Who else was in the cockpit today? Who had ample time to just kill him while we were touring along? Who?" Everyone turned their gazes to the mechanic up front who stood stoically at the front.

"Why would I kill Kirk?" He defended.

"Why would I kill him?" You glared him down icily and he started for the bus doors, but the Doctor was standing there with some sort of wand-looking thing pointed at the door. From where you were sitting you heard a strange buzzing noise as the tip of his contraption glowed blue.

The mechanic attempted to open the door frantically, but it seemed as though it was locked. "Now, let's see if you're really human..." He pointed his tool to the man and the buzzing sound came a gain. "Aha! You're a nasty bugger, aren't you?" He turned to the passengers. "This here is a shape shifter! Must've jumped the mechanic when we stopped earlier." The mechanic had a panicked look in his eyes which then transformed into rage.

"How did you know?"

"Well, your eyes did a strange thing when you blinked once. I guessed it was you trying to keep from going back into your true form." The Doctor explained and kept his weapon pointed at the shape shifter. "How did you even get here?" He then asked the creature.

"I had heard of this planet from one of my colleagues and decided it'd be fun to mess with these petty humans."

"Of course, you lot like to cause mischief. Now, rescue should be here any second now."

"I thought it would take an hour or two before they got here!" One passenger practically sobbed.

"He lied. Being this far in the jungle, it should only take 15-20 minutes." Right as he finished his sentence, the hum of an air craft could be heard outside. Nearly everyone sighed in relief and the Doctor unlocked the door to let them out while still pointing his weapon at the shape shifter. "Don't you dare move. Y/N?" He called over to you and you realized you were the last one on the shuttle.

You grabbed your book and hustled over to the exit. Before taking the last step off the shuttle, you looked up at the Doctor. "What are you going to do with him?"

"Hand him over to the authorities, of course. We'll need to explain what happened to Kirk and the real mechanic."

You glanced over at the rescue air craft and then bid the Doctor farewell. "Thank you for defending me, Doctor."

"You defended yourself pretty well too, you know." He smirked and you ran over to be hoisted back to the resort.

                                                     ~~~*~~~

Upon your return to the resort, you sighed and thought you needed a nap up in your suite. While walking back you heard a familiar voice call your name. You turned around and saw the Doctor running towards you. "I... wanted... to ask you... something." He panted, your guess was he was running for a while to catch up to you. He then stood up straight and while putting his hands in his pockets started, "Remember earlier when I said we were in the same boat? That you were stressed from work and needed to get away? Well, I guess you can call me an adventurer, and sometimes I get pretty lonely. A clever person like you would make a perfect companion."

Your stomach lurched at the sudden request, but you felt that it was a great offer, and that you should accept it. There was something about him that piqued your curiosity. Finally you nodded. "Where are you going next?"

"Anywhere you'd like." He smiled and held out his hand. You hesitantly accepted it and ran off to the unknown with the Doctor.

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