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fuck gender are you a "the master dancing to the scissor sisters in 2007" son or "the toymaker dancing to spice girls in 2023" daughter or "the master dancing to rasputin in 2022" child

just david dancing to spice up your life if u even care btw

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my thoughts on the giggle

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Hello!! just wanted to say that @bones233's blog, which i mentioned on this post, has been deleted unfortunately :( their new one is @magiccath !! go read their stuff!!

(also, TODAY IS THE DAY!!!!!!!! unfortunately i don't live in the uk so i still haven't seen the new specials, but I AM SO EXCITED!!!!)

hi, sorry to bother you, I wanted to ask you if you could do 10th Doctor x reader, 4 times Reader kissed the doctor and once he kissed her instead

Hello!!!!! I am alive!!!!!! Finally!!!!! School has been crazy and I'm still in the middle of my oral exams but I really really missed writing. Luckily I had already started to write this a while ago and now I got to complete it. Also, I was really inspired by @bones233 bc they have a similar oneshot on their blog (which I absolutely recommend 10/10 their stuff is great I read it all the time) so if you want to you can check it out. Again, I'm very sorry for being inactive for so long. Enjoy!!

CW: slight mention of alcohol

Four.

“This is it. Paris, 1979”, announced the Doctor as the TARDIS’s engines went quiet. “I usually take people into the future, first, but since you asked so politely…”

You smiled, already feeling a bit light-headed. “So it’s a real time machine?”

“Yup”, confirmed the Doctor.

“And we’re in Paris?”

“Yup.”

“In 1979?”

“Unless we landed a couple decades too soon, then yes.”

The two of you stepped outside. The landscape had changed from the one surrounding you before getting inside the box. It was unbelievable to you. “Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”, you laughed, hugging the Doctor tight. He chuckled back, enjoying your cheerful reaction. “You’re the best!”, you said, then went off, excited. The Doctor followed you with an amused smile on his face.

Your first ever adventure with the Doctor turned out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to you. There were some ghostly-looking aliens involved, a wrinkled french writer, his granddaughter, Lina, and a lot of running around to save the world. At the end of it all, the night had fallen upon the most romantic city in the world, leaving the lights on for the inhabitants to enjoy its nightlife. You and the Doctor found yourselves bidding goodbye to Lina and his grandfather quite late and, by the time the Eiffel Tower shone brighter than anything else, you were still sat down at a table just outside a cocktail bar, with a glass of red wine in your hand. The Doctor’s eyes glimmered like stars in your direction.

“So,” he said, “how was it?”

You smiled. “Healthy, I think. I’ll never have to go jogging again after today.”

The Doctor chuckled, bringing his own glass to his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Liked it?” you jokingly frowned. “Doctor, this has basically been the best day of my life.”

“Ah, just you wait,” he said with a smirk. “This is just the beginning.”

Grinning, you got up from the table, and the Doctor followed you, leaving both your empty glasses and the bill on the table. Making your way back to the TARDIS wasn’t easy, and as soon as you stepped inside you bid the Doctor goodnight. Alcohol wasn’t really your thing, apparently.

“Do you need anything? Some water? Something to eat?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“I’m fine, I just need a nap. Then I’ll be up and about in no time,” you assured him. You planted a quick kiss on his left cheek before even realizing, mumbled “g’night”, and stumbled to your room.

The Doctor’s hand stayed on his cheek as he silently watched you walk away. He felt… flustered.

Three.

As the raindrops made their way inside the prison cell and the careless wind wiffed through the bars, freezing the air within, you rested on the floor, chin on your knees, knees between your arms, waiting. The Doctor would have come in to save you any minute now.

The year 5907 on the planet Axorothrus had looked promising, viewed from the safety of the TARDIS and through the words of the Doctor, seemingly more invested than usual. Apparently the planet was stuck in the Middle Ages, quite resembling the human ones; even from inside a cell, you couldn’t help but agree. Much like the Middle Ages, the inhabitants of Axorothrus also feared every form of unknown technology or scientific discovery considered out of the ordinary, labeling these mysteries under their word for “witchcraft”, which, naturally, they weren’t too fond of. And who else but the Doctor could inspire that kind of fearful awe, with his shining magic wand, his honey-dripping words of wisdom that came from so far away, his promises to keep everyone safe, and his tales, brought up so often you’d think he kept them tucked inside the pockets of his jacket, flowing after his footsteps like a flag? With his companion out of the way, he could’ve been lured to the castle and executed, and his stories of bravery wouldn’t have struck anyone’s heart strings ever again. “Long live Axorothrus! Long live the King!”, echoed from outside.

Your faith in the Doctor faltered. Surely he wouldn’t have left you there, on your own, but he had to escape in the first place. What if he had failed? Was nobody coming to save you?

To distract yourself from the crushing silence which filled the prison, making you feel even more trapped, you started counting the seconds, or at least attempting to. You reached 600 seconds, then 1000, then 1300. No-one came. As you closed your eyes and fell asleep, the ticking of the rain lulled you.

You were woken up by the clattering of chains, various thuds and clangs, and the thick wooden door of the cell opening. “Come on, get out!” yelled the Doctor. You quickly got up and took his hand. He hugged you tight for a brief moment, then took a good look at you, looking for any possible injuries.

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

“Now that you’re here, yes,” you smiled, still worried. “What made you take so long?”

A giant knight entered the hallway, his steps shaking the floorboards. “That”, said the Doctor, “that made me take so long. Come on!” As usual, you started to run, the Doctor’s hand in yours. You miraculously managed to get to the TARDIS without ever stopping to catch your breath.

It showed. With the wooden doors closed behind you, the Doctor put his weight on them, panting, and you sunk on the white-leather seat next to the console, huffing. Your lungs seemed ready to explode.

“And this is why Time Lords have two hearts,” the Doctor sighed, making his way over to the controls. “It makes us very good runners.”

“Stop bragging,” you laughed, out of breath. He sat next to you, an arm over your shoulders.

“Are you alright?” he asked. He seemed serious all of a sudden.

You kissed his cheek, hugging him. “Don’t worry.”

He put his hand over your head, sighing. He was worried, he couldn’t help it. How could he not be?

Two.

“Doctor, don’t leave me here.”

His eyes opened, and he jerked up on the bed, covered in sweat, your voice still echoing inside his mind.

He did not know when or how they had started to haunt him like this, but his nightmares now involved you. And although the Doctor had woken up like that a billion times before, the now present thought of you not being safe was enough to make him shiver.

He got up, frustratingly tossing his bedsheets aside. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing, then made his way over to your room. He listened, figuring out you were asleep, and quietly opened your door just enough for him to look inside. And there you were, your eyes closed, most of your body under the covers.

The ray of light coming from the hallway settled on your eyes, which fluttered open just to see the Doctor standing there. He seemed troubled.

“Are you alright?” you asked each other at the same time. It brought a smile on both of your faces. “Come here,” you told the Doctor. He made his way over to the side of the bed and sat next to you.

“Sorry”, he said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You smiled. “It’s fine. What’s up?”

The Doctor shook his head. He didn’t know. He didn’t know ‘what was up’ with him. “I’m sorry”, he repeated.

You furrowed your brow, placing your hand on his back. “Hey, it’s okay. Cm’ere.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and he sunk into your arms, swallowing a cry. He stayed that way for a long time, your fingers slowly sliding up and down his back while your voice lulled him. He was tired of losing you again and again, even if it wasn’t real.

Laying on the matress between the undone blankets the Doctor gave in to sleep – a peaceful one, this time. You followed his lead, placing your chin over his head and closing your eyes.

One.

“There. 20th Dicember.” The TARDIS engines went quiet, and the Doctor smiled at you. “Just in time for the holidays.”

“Are you really not going to come?” you asked. You'd been wanting to go home for a while now, but you were still reluctant. You didn't want to leave the Doctor alone.

He reassured you. “I'm alright. Plus, I've got my own visits to make.”

“What are you, Santa Claus?” you giggled.

“Don't tell anyone” he laughed, inching closer to you. “By the way, you look great.”

You pulled on the ends of your scarf. “I look the same as ever.”

“Yes, you do.“ The Doctor towered over you with a smile. You looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. He held the universe in his.

Without even thinking, you quickly pecked his cheek, flustered, then turned your back and walked away. “Okay love you bye!” You hurried outside and closed the doors of the TARDIS behind you. A stressed sigh escaped your lips.

Zero.

The holidays went by in a whiff, and the new year was a couple minutes away. The house was packed with relatives and friends, and you had gone outside for some fresh air. Pairing beer and vodka hadn't been the best idea, and it was starting to show.

Someone tapped on your shoulder, making you turn. And there he was, the Doctor, in his suit and messy hair, looking right at you with a bouquet in his hands.

“Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year”, you replied, smiling. “What's with the flowers?”

“I'm pretty sure it's customary... somewhere. Isn't it the day when you kiss everyone?”

You laughed. “Yes, it is.”

“And when you give flowers and chocolates to your... loved ones. It is, isn't it? What's so funny?”

“Have you confused Valentine's with New Year's?” you chuckled.

The Doctor was flushed. “...I think so, yeah.”

Fireworks began to paint the sky red and green and purple and gold. Ignoring the laughter and screams coming from inside, you looked into the Doctor's eyes and smiled.

“Is this the moment we kiss, then?” he asked. You nodded.

In less than a second, your lips crashed together in a warm embrace. It felt liberating for the both of you.

You separated after a long time, still enveloped in each other's arms.

“I love you”, the Doctor whispered, breathlessly.

You grinned, pulling him in for another kiss.

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hi, sorry to bother you, I wanted to ask you if you could do 10th Doctor x reader, 4 times Reader kissed the doctor and once he kissed her instead

Hello!!!!! I am alive!!!!!! Finally!!!!! School has been crazy and I'm still in the middle of my oral exams but I really really missed writing. Luckily I had already started to write this a while ago and now I got to complete it. Also, I was really inspired by @bones233 bc they have a similar oneshot on their blog (which I absolutely recommend 10/10 their stuff is great I read it all the time) so if you want to you can check it out. Again, I'm very sorry for being inactive for so long. Enjoy!!

CW: slight mention of alcohol

Four.

“This is it. Paris, 1979”, announced the Doctor as the TARDIS’s engines went quiet. “I usually take people into the future, first, but since you asked so politely…”

You smiled, already feeling a bit light-headed. “So it’s a real time machine?”

“Yup”, confirmed the Doctor.

“And we’re in Paris?”

“Yup.”

“In 1979?”

“Unless we landed a couple decades too soon, then yes.”

The two of you stepped outside. The landscape had changed from the one surrounding you before getting inside the box. It was unbelievable to you. “Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”, you laughed, hugging the Doctor tight. He chuckled back, enjoying your cheerful reaction. “You’re the best!”, you said, then went off, excited. The Doctor followed you with an amused smile on his face.

Your first ever adventure with the Doctor turned out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to you. There were some ghostly-looking aliens involved, a wrinkled french writer, his granddaughter, Lina, and a lot of running around to save the world. At the end of it all, the night had fallen upon the most romantic city in the world, leaving the lights on for the inhabitants to enjoy its nightlife. You and the Doctor found yourselves bidding goodbye to Lina and his grandfather quite late and, by the time the Eiffel Tower shone brighter than anything else, you were still sat down at a table just outside a cocktail bar, with a glass of red wine in your hand. The Doctor’s eyes glimmered like stars in your direction.

“So,” he said, “how was it?”

You smiled. “Healthy, I think. I’ll never have to go jogging again after today.”

The Doctor chuckled, bringing his own glass to his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Liked it?” you jokingly frowned. “Doctor, this has basically been the best day of my life.”

“Ah, just you wait,” he said with a smirk. “This is just the beginning.”

Grinning, you got up from the table, and the Doctor followed you, leaving both your empty glasses and the bill on the table. Making your way back to the TARDIS wasn’t easy, and as soon as you stepped inside you bid the Doctor goodnight. Alcohol wasn’t really your thing, apparently.

“Do you need anything? Some water? Something to eat?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“I’m fine, I just need a nap. Then I’ll be up and about in no time,” you assured him. You planted a quick kiss on his left cheek before even realizing, mumbled “g’night”, and stumbled to your room.

The Doctor’s hand stayed on his cheek as he silently watched you walk away. He felt… flustered.

Three.

As the raindrops made their way inside the prison cell and the careless wind wiffed through the bars, freezing the air within, you rested on the floor, chin on your knees, knees between your arms, waiting. The Doctor would have come in to save you any minute now.

The year 5907 on the planet Axorothrus had looked promising, viewed from the safety of the TARDIS and through the words of the Doctor, seemingly more invested than usual. Apparently the planet was stuck in the Middle Ages, quite resembling the human ones; even from inside a cell, you couldn’t help but agree. Much like the Middle Ages, the inhabitants of Axorothrus also feared every form of unknown technology or scientific discovery considered out of the ordinary, labeling these mysteries under their word for “witchcraft”, which, naturally, they weren’t too fond of. And who else but the Doctor could inspire that kind of fearful awe, with his shining magic wand, his honey-dripping words of wisdom that came from so far away, his promises to keep everyone safe, and his tales, brought up so often you’d think he kept them tucked inside the pockets of his jacket, flowing after his footsteps like a flag? With his companion out of the way, he could’ve been lured to the castle and executed, and his stories of bravery wouldn’t have struck anyone’s heart strings ever again. “Long live Axorothrus! Long live the King!”, echoed from outside.

Your faith in the Doctor faltered. Surely he wouldn’t have left you there, on your own, but he had to escape in the first place. What if he had failed? Was nobody coming to save you?

To distract yourself from the crushing silence which filled the prison, making you feel even more trapped, you started counting the seconds, or at least attempting to. You reached 600 seconds, then 1000, then 1300. No-one came. As you closed your eyes and fell asleep, the ticking of the rain lulled you.

You were woken up by the clattering of chains, various thuds and clangs, and the thick wooden door of the cell opening. “Come on, get out!” yelled the Doctor. You quickly got up and took his hand. He hugged you tight for a brief moment, then took a good look at you, looking for any possible injuries.

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

“Now that you’re here, yes,” you smiled, still worried. “What made you take so long?”

A giant knight entered the hallway, his steps shaking the floorboards. “That”, said the Doctor, “that made me take so long. Come on!” As usual, you started to run, the Doctor’s hand in yours. You miraculously managed to get to the TARDIS without ever stopping to catch your breath.

It showed. With the wooden doors closed behind you, the Doctor put his weight on them, panting, and you sunk on the white-leather seat next to the console, huffing. Your lungs seemed ready to explode.

“And this is why Time Lords have two hearts,” the Doctor sighed, making his way over to the controls. “It makes us very good runners.”

“Stop bragging,” you laughed, out of breath. He sat next to you, an arm over your shoulders.

“Are you alright?” he asked. He seemed serious all of a sudden.

You kissed his cheek, hugging him. “Don’t worry.”

He put his hand over your head, sighing. He was worried, he couldn’t help it. How could he not be?

Two.

“Doctor, don’t leave me here.”

His eyes opened, and he jerked up on the bed, covered in sweat, your voice still echoing inside his mind.

He did not know when or how they had started to haunt him like this, but his nightmares now involved you. And although the Doctor had woken up like that a billion times before, the now present thought of you not being safe was enough to make him shiver.

He got up, frustratingly tossing his bedsheets aside. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing, then made his way over to your room. He listened, figuring out you were asleep, and quietly opened your door just enough for him to look inside. And there you were, your eyes closed, most of your body under the covers.

The ray of light coming from the hallway settled on your eyes, which fluttered open just to see the Doctor standing there. He seemed troubled.

“Are you alright?” you asked each other at the same time. It brought a smile on both of your faces. “Come here,” you told the Doctor. He made his way over to the side of the bed and sat next to you.

“Sorry”, he said. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You smiled. “It’s fine. What’s up?”

The Doctor shook his head. He didn’t know. He didn’t know ‘what was up’ with him. “I’m sorry”, he repeated.

You furrowed your brow, placing your hand on his back. “Hey, it’s okay. Cm’ere.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and he sunk into your arms, swallowing a cry. He stayed that way for a long time, your fingers slowly sliding up and down his back while your voice lulled him. He was tired of losing you again and again, even if it wasn’t real.

Laying on the matress between the undone blankets the Doctor gave in to sleep – a peaceful one, this time. You followed his lead, placing your chin over his head and closing your eyes.

One.

“There. 20th Dicember.” The TARDIS engines went quiet, and the Doctor smiled at you. “Just in time for the holidays.”

“Are you really not going to come?” you asked. You'd been wanting to go home for a while now, but you were still reluctant. You didn't want to leave the Doctor alone.

He reassured you. “I'm alright. Plus, I've got my own visits to make.”

“What are you, Santa Claus?” you giggled.

“Don't tell anyone” he laughed, inching closer to you. “By the way, you look great.”

You pulled on the ends of your scarf. “I look the same as ever.”

“Yes, you do.“ The Doctor towered over you with a smile. You looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. He held the universe in his.

Without even thinking, you quickly pecked his cheek, flustered, then turned your back and walked away. “Okay love you bye!” You hurried outside and closed the doors of the TARDIS behind you. A stressed sigh escaped your lips.

Zero.

The holidays went by in a whiff, and the new year was a couple minutes away. The house was packed with relatives and friends, and you had gone outside for some fresh air. Pairing beer and vodka hadn't been the best idea, and it was starting to show.

Someone tapped on your shoulder, making you turn. And there he was, the Doctor, in his suit and messy hair, looking right at you with a bouquet in his hands.

“Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year”, you replied, smiling. “What's with the flowers?”

“I'm pretty sure it's customary... somewhere. Isn't it the day when you kiss everyone?”

You laughed. “Yes, it is.”

“And when you give flowers and chocolates to your... loved ones. It is, isn't it? What's so funny?”

“Have you confused Valentine's with New Year's?” you chuckled.

The Doctor was flushed. “...I think so, yeah.”

Fireworks began to paint the sky red and green and purple and gold. Ignoring the laughter and screams coming from inside, you looked into the Doctor's eyes and smiled.

“Is this the moment we kiss, then?” he asked. You nodded.

In less than a second, your lips crashed together in a warm embrace. It felt liberating for the both of you.

You separated after a long time, still enveloped in each other's arms.

“I love you”, the Doctor whispered, breathlessly.

You grinned, pulling him in for another kiss.

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Hi! I just discovered your writing & wanted to say I love it. Hope you’re doing well & if u ever opened requests again, I’d be so excited to send one in. take care :)

oml thank you sm 😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶 im doing well dw but i have a lot of stuff to do atm with school and exams so ill post as soon as possible, in the meantime feel free to request anything and i promise i'll get to it eventually!! <333

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Fever Dreams

Hello!! Just a short drabble while i work on my requests. enjoy!!

Homunyxch wasn't an interesting planet. On any normal occasion, the Doctor would've just set his course for somewhere else without even stepping off the TARDIS. That time, however, had been the first time he had ended up there since beginning his travels with you, and you had insisted. Against all expectations, trouble had followed you and the Doctor on the rocky shores of Homunyxch, giving you another day of adventures. Once back on the spaceship, though, you'd started to feel quite sick.

Stranded on the seat next to the console, your hands gripping the leather in an attempt to focus only on tightening their grip rather than the headache which was slowly making the veins on your forehead bigger and your blood circulation faster, you could faintly hear the Doctor express his satisfaction with the most recent events. You would've loved to listen to him ramble, but you were covered in sweat and your legs were killing you.

"Doctor," you called, your voice a whisper, staring at the floor. It only took a few moments for the Time Lord to make his way over to the seat, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your cheeks. He was calling your name, you realized, but not in time for you to answer; your eyelids fluttered shut, and you lost your senses, precipitating into the Doctor's arms.

You woke up in what seemed like an ocean of blankets and pillows. Even under all that you felt like you were freezing. Your palms and forehead were sweaty, and yet you couldn't help but shiver.

"Doctor?" you called faintly from under the blankets. Soon enough, rapid footsteps approached the bed, and the Doctor's messy hair and worried look suddenly came into sight.

"I'm right here", he whispered, sitting next to you. His hand rested on your forehead for a couple of seconds, and the Time Lord furrowed his brow. He was clearly worried.

You were still very confused. "What's happening?" you asked.

The Doctor forced a light smile on his face to reassure you. "It's all right, sweetheart, it's only fever. You're going to be fine."

"Alien fever?"

"I'm afraid so," he muttered, "but nothing you can't handle. Do you feel like sitting up for me?"

Your body ached and you couldn't feel your fingers, but nonetheless you managed to get up. Now your back was resting against the pillows and you were holding onto the Doctor's sleeve. "You're doing very good", he remarked. "It probably feels exhausting, doesn't it?"

You nodded. Just sitting upright felt way more tiring than usual. The Doctor gently stroked your cheek. "I made you some broth. It should help warm you up." You noticed the fuming bowl on the nightstand.

"What kind of broth?" you questioned him, suspicious. The Doctor had the tendency to give you stuff to eat without explaining it was alien.

"Chicken. From Earth. I didn't even make it, I bought it. Right now we're parked in Rome, next to a pharmacy and across from a convenience store."

You smiled. "We're in Italy? Really?"

"When you get better we can have a look around," he replied, "but it's best if you recover first. Come on, eat up."

The Doctor handed you the bowl and in a few minutes you managed to gulp down every last drop of the broth. It was hot and warmed you up, just like the Doctor had said it would.

"There we go. Good, isn't it?" the Time Lord spoke, putting the bowl back on the nightstand. You nodded. The Doctor planted a kiss on your forehead. "Get back under the covers, you need to rest." You did as he told you, grateful for his company. He stroked your hair, gently and consistently, and you closed your eyes. Everything ached, but at least the Doctor was by your side.

The day went by in a haze. Once a while you could feel the Doctor putting a wet towel over your eyes, and fragments of his stories whispered from time to time. He also laid next to you throughout the night, and you tugged on his sleeve every time you came back to your senses for a few seconds, just to see if he was still there. He never left your side. If he had to, he would press his lips on your forehead and tell you he was going to "be back in a mo", but you didn't even notice his absence since he wouldn't spend more than a minute outside your room, doing whatever it was he needed to do.

Some time passed, and luckily your temperature got lower and lower. Slowly but surely, you even managed to get up from the bed and take a long, warm shower. The Doctor was so worried that he even suggested he went in with you, and even if you told him to piss off, you found it very sweet of him. "If you feel dizzy, scream really loud. Try not to slip, sweetheart. Also, I'll wash your clothes when you're done. Are you sure you don't want to eat first?" he rambled, but you told him off and had the most ordinary shower of your life. He almost hugged you when you got out, but your bare shoulders and death stare made him settle for a relieved smile in your direction.

You got your PJs back on and, soon enough, fell asleep once again. Even if you were recovering, that shower had exhausted you. The Doctor, having come inside the room to check in on you, smiled at your sleepy face and laid down next to you. Still asleep, your arms found their way over to his figure, your fingers clinging on to his clothes, and remained motionless. The only movement was your chests rising and falling, and the Time Lord's lips bending into a content grin.

When you woke up, an hour and a half later, the Doctor's hand was striking your head. Lazily, your eyelids lifted enough to let you see the Time Lord smiling at you.

"You alright?" he asked, in a murmur.

You nodded, then yawned, making him chuckle. "I wanna go to Rome," you pouted.

"You're not ready yet." The Doctor hugged you. "We don't want to make it worse, now, do we?"

"No..." you grumbled. The Doctor kissed your head. "Good", he said. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Okay. But I'm still going to make you something in a while. You can't recover on an empty stomach." His voice was low and made you want to spend forever with him, right there, laying together on a million pillows.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

You pecked him on the lips, grabbing him by the collar. He didn't protest.

"Thank you," you whispered, breathlessly, still very close to his face. "For everything you do for me."

He grinned. "Anytime, sweetheart." You chuckled at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

This was his paradise, he thought.

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hi could you do 10th doctor x reader, where reader and the doctor are on an adventure and meet a weeping angel but reader gets captured by one then the doctor saves the reader and in the end they kiss (lots of nonsense please)

Angel's Touch

It was supposed to be a normal day. You had even gone grocery shopping. "No oddities today", you had told the Doctor. For once, you had convinced him to take a break and stay in your apartment on Earth a little while. But you should've known. Wherever the Doctor went, chaos followed.

The Angels had been weirdly kind to you, if you could even call that kindness. At least you were alive. Figures of stone had scooped you up and thrown you into another time period, but at least you were still breathing. Quite the consolation.

Of course the Doctor had discovered (and messed with) an entire horde of Weeping Angels. That morning he had gone for a walk after breakfast and had returned in a hurry to lock every door leading to your apartment. Before even being able to wonder what that was all about, the Angels had already found a way inside.

You wondered how far you had gone. The Doctor had told you about his encounters with the Weeping Angels, so you knew what they did to their victims. What you couldn't grasp was how the Doctor would've saved you.

You looked around. It was nighttime, and moths danced around street lamps. You were sitting on a wooden bench. In front of you a brick road separated the sidewalk from a row of english-looking houses with black wooden pillars and white exteriors. Inside, no lights were on. It was probably very late.

You held your head between your hands helplessly. "How am I going to get out of this mess?" you sighed.

In a different time, the Doctor had just seen you disappear leaving no trace. The Angel that had been lurking behind you had touched your back with a single finger, no emotions plastered onto its stone face, and now stood motionless, the Doctor's eyes locked onto it. The Weeping Angels were probably some of the most dangerous species out there. The Doctor had dealt with them already; and yet he had been stupid enough to lead them right to you.

The Time Lord didn't hesitate to run straight for the TARDIS. The Angels creeped up behind him, but he was luckily fast enough to reach his spaceship – which the Doctor had parked right across your apartment complex, fortunately – unharmed. He immediately started to scan the area.

"Nine, ten, eleven... no, no, it's ten, there's ten of them. Damn it." The red dots on the interface blinked, getting closer to the Doctor's location. The Time Lord cursed out loud.

The TARDIS shook as if something was banging on its doors. The Angels were probably trying to get inside.

"You idiots. Don't you know this is a time machine?" the Doctor grumbled to himself, setting up a new course to exactly five seconds back in time and five meters to the left. Weeping Angels usually hunted in very small groups, and the Doctor assumed them to be quite hungry since there were so many of them. And, when Angels were hungry, they were vulnerable.

The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors in time to see the other TARDIS – the one from five seconds before – disappearing. The Angels were all gathered around the machine, and remained motionless as it disappeared.

"I hope you like paradoxes", the Time Lord smirked, keeping his eyes on the statues, "because you just witnessed one." He felt quite proud of himself. "Now, let's get down to business."

You witnessed the sunrise, still sitting on the bench, the breeze whiffing past you, before seeing anyone. A paperboy rode past you, throwing a newspaper for each front door he saw. After ringing his bell at you, he took a turn and disappeared.

You stood up and made your way to one of the houses, picking up the paper. You were in London. It was 1982, and it was a Thursday. "Not that far back, then" you told yourself, still not entirely relieved. It had been hours and the Doctor was still nowhere to be seen.

You wanted to send him a message, but didn't have your mobile, so it was pretty much impossible. You wanted to smash your head against a wall. Next time the Doctor asked to go for a walk, you would've put him on a leash.

The Doctor burned his hand for the second time that day. Building something impromptu like that was tricky enough without Weeping Angels shaking the TARDIS so aggressively. With every screw, gear and wire in its right place, finally, the Doctor huffed. "All done. Let's just hope they send me to the same time as them." With that said, the Time Lord opened up the doors of the spaceship, closed them behind him, shut his eyes and hoped for the best.

The Doctor only felt the feather-light touch of the Angels, then a cold breeze on his skin. Opening his eyes, the sight which greeted him was of an english-looking neighborhood that had just seen the sun rise above its tiled rooftops. Judging by the architecture and the cars in the distance, the Doctor deducted it was the '80s.

The silence didn't last long. As soon as the Time Lord filled his lungs up with air, ready to start looking for you, an "oi!" and a smack on the back of his head made him turn around just in time to see you, standing with your arms crossed and a furrowed brow.

"Here you are!" exclaimed the Doctor, hugging you. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have led them to your place. I should've known," he apologized. Even if you had been mad at him up until that point, it didn't cross your mind to let him know, and just hugged him tight.

"I missed you," you blurted out.

"Why, it's only been a few minutes, thirty at most. Right?"

Your eyes caught his. "More like a few hours for me."

"Oh." The Time Lord bit his lip with an ashamed expression. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you told him. "I only got a bit bored, but nothing happened."

The Doctor worried even more. "Bored? Boredom is the cruelest thing there is! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." He held you close, almost cradling you, your bodies swinging from side to side. "Doctor, it's fine," you protested, giggling a bit.

"No, it's not! I invite people into my TARDIS to escape boredom, not face it."

"Wait, wait." You looked the Doctor in the eye. "I've been meaning to ask. Where is the TARDIS?"

At that, the Time Lord grinned widely. "Right, almost forgot about that. It'll only take a mo." He extracted an odd gadget from his left pocked and scanned it with his sonic.

"What's that?" you asked.

"It's rushed," he replied, "but it's supposed to do... this."

The familiar sound of the TARDIS landing filled the air, and the blue box appeared in front of the two of you.

"Auto-pilot!" The Doctor explained. "It's not as fun, but I guess it's helpful for not getting stuck."

Your mouth was agape. "Did you have that on you the entire time?"

"Nope. Just built it. It's only a prototype. Well, maybe. It probably only works once."

The gadget produced a few sparks, startling both of you.

"Forget the 'probably' bit," you laughed. The Doctor frowned, looking disappointed. "Bugger", he sighed.

"Don't look so sad. At least it worked," you reassured him, patting his shoulder. He looked at you with puppy eyes.

"You could always put together another one, no?" you asked.

The Doctor shook his head. "It wouldn't be the same. I built this one for you," he confessed.

You were confused. "I already have the TARDIS key," you said.

"It's not the same. The key only opens the TARDIS, it doesn't summon it."

"Oh, Doctor..." you smiled fondly. "You would seriously give that to me?"

"Who else?" he murmured. You blushed. "Come here", you said. As the Doctor came closer, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips.

"Thank you", you whispered. Still flustered, the Time Lord's lips curved upwards.

"Hey", he grinned, "wanna get rid of those Angels in your neighborhood and get coffee afterwards?"

"You know me so well it scares me", you joked, placing another kiss on the tip of his nose. "Let's do it."

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Promise

Yay!! Another 10th Doc fic!! This one is a little longer than the last one luckily. Also school starts in four days for me and I'm terrified. Reader is gn. This will be up on my Ao3 in a sec. Enjoy!!

After yet another draining adventure, the TARDIS welcomed you and the Doctor with its warm lighting and buzzing noises. Closing the door behind him, the Time Lord huffed. "Well, that was a hell of a jog", he spoke, "even for me. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," said the Doctor, making his way over to the console. "I'll be here if you need anything." You walked away, grateful to get a break.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, already spiky and messy enough as it was, sighing. He fiddled with a couple buttons, trying to keep his hands – and thoughts – focused on the TARDIS rather than anything else. The spaceship seemed to find his troubled look quite funny, and her engines snickered.

"Laugh a little more, would you?", grunted the Time Lord. The machine didn't hesitate to do so.

The Doctor had been pining after his companion for a while, but had admitted these feelings to himself quite reluctantly. After all, he knew that you wouldn't be any different to his prior companions. He knew one day he wouldn't see you again; everyone left the TARDIS sooner or later, whether they wanted to or not. Even if you somehow reciprocated what he felt, the situation would've been just the same, and it would've been even worse when it ended. The Doctor was a time traveller, he couldn't focus only on the present; and thinking of the uncertainty of the future – which could've put you in danger in a hundred million different ways without him able to do anything – sent him off the rails like very few things could. He couldn't have you hurt because of his carelessness, feelings or no feelings. However, he still didn't know what to do. Maybe he should've told you the truth. But why bother? Again, it would've meant nothing. Destiny had the tendency to laugh in the Doctor's face, making his every move have the worst consequences possible; if you got involved by staying by his side, who knows what could've happened. There was also the possibility of you being uncomfortable once the Doctor confessed his feelings and leaving the TARDIS even sooner. So the Time Lord kept his mouth shut.

This went on for quite some time. Nevertheless, the Doctor couldn't keep carrying such a burden forever. And, against every last one of his intentions, he didn't.

It was rare to see the Doctor truly scared. It had been a long night, and an even longer adventure. Going deeper and deeper into the darkest of tunnels, holding onto his sleeve, the both of you running for your lives, you saw an expression that the Time Lord had never worn in front of you before then.

The enemy had taken his sonic, leaving the Doctor without his second most powerful weapon, and the first most powerful – his wits – didn't seem eager to respond at the moment. It was true that most times he worked well under pressure, but fear was a beast he didn't quite know how to make abide by his rules.

"Doctor, what do we do? We can't keep running forever," you reminded him, pulling onto his shirt. He stopped in his tracks and took one good look at you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. You didn't answer. "We have to think of something else," you insisted, "or we'll be stuck here forever."

He said your name with his voice breaking. It was the first time you saw him that worried. "We can't do anything. We can't fight. We can only run", he stated.

You lowered your eyes. The truth was that you couldn't run anymore. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your feet were killing you and you had sprained your ankle.

"You're hurt", realized the Doctor. The sound of metal clanging coming from the tunnels behind you stripped you of all the hope you had left. The Doctor looked at you with wet eyes. "I don't have a plan", he said, "I'm sorry."

He couldn't give up so easily, you thought. The noise was getting closer. The pressure you felt crushed your lungs, leaving you almost breathless.

Even so, the Doctor wasn't the only one who worked well under pressure. You had a sudden idea, and all at once you felt like you could breathe again. A smile crept its way onto your lips. "Well, I do," you said.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? What are you going to do?" he asked. His question remained unanswered, at least for the moment, as your lips crashed together with his. "Stay put", you ordered him, then going straight towards the noise of metal. The Doctor – quickly pulling himself together after the sudden kiss – tried to stop you, but it was futile. As soon as you disappeared from his sight the noises suddenly stopped. A few moments later, you came back with his sonic screwdriver in hand and a smirk plastered onto your face.

"Holograms," you explained, "holograms and recorded sound effects. They took your sonic because it would've messed with their systems."

The Doctor's mouth was agape as he grabbed the screwdriver, inspecting it and occasionally shifting his eyes onto your figure. "How can a hologram grab anything?", he asked.

"They were projected onto an endoskeleton", you replied. "Fool proof disguise."

The Time Lord smiled. "You're a genius."

"Save it for when we're out of here, pretty boy," you teased, grabbing him by the tie and leading the way. Needless to say, the Doctor didn't protest. He was too impressed to complain.

You made it to the TARDIS only hours later, exhausted as per usual. The Doctor was still lingering on the kiss. He couldn't tell whether your sudden realization had made you so excited as to kiss him, or if it had been anything else. He was still unwilling to talk about his own feelings, but now that you had made what seemed like a first move, he decided to confront you about it.

He plopped next to you on the seat near the console. His palms were sweaty against the white leather and his eyes darted between the ceiling, you, and the pavement.

"What is it?" you asked, preceding him. The Time Lord suddenly found his shoelaces to be very interesting, and didn't bear to look at you.

"Just thinking", he whispered.

"About?"

"About the kiss."

You tilted your head. The Doctor was still looking down. A sigh escaped your lips. "Okay, listen."

"I am listening."

"Look at me, Doctor."

He didn't turn his head, and just peeked at you from the corner of his eyes. You later found his flusteredness to be quite adorable. For the moment, however, you wondered if the kiss had made him uncomfortable. In any case, it was best to tell him your reasons. All of them. No holding back. You wouldn't have hid anymore.

"I meant that kiss," you admitted. "I'm sorry if you weren't okay with it."

The Doctor went back to staring at his shoes. "I was okay with it." Your eyes lit up. "Frankly," he added, "it would be simpler if I wasn't. But I'm actually glad you did it first."

"Are you?" you questioned him. "You don't look so... happy."

"I know." The Time Lord bit his lip mindlessly.

"Then what's wrong?"

He was finally able to look at you. You deserved the whole truth, he thought.

"I've told you. My companions always end up leaving. Most of the time it's not planned. They end up endangered and the only solution, if there is one, is leaving me behind. If I get too attached I can never get over it."

You took his hand in yours. "Have you considered, even for a second, that it doesn't always have to end that way?"

"But it does."

"I'm still here, though."

The Doctor's eyes darted across the room. As much as he wanted to believe everything would've ended up being okay, he couldn't bring himself to. Each time he did, everything slipped away from his grasp leaving him alone once again.

"Doctor," you pleaded, "if you won't believe it can end differently, then at least let me promise you it will. At least believe in me."

The Time Lord pondered over your words for a couple moments. Then, he cupped your cheek with his free hand and kissed you. It was a desperate kiss, and it made the both of you scoot closer to the other, wrapping your arms around each other for support and clutching at the cloth on your backs. It didn't last for more than thirty seconds, and left you lingering for more.

"Promise me", he begged, "promise me."

"I promise", you whispered.

"Again. Say it again."

"I promise", you repeated.

His lips brushed onto yours. "Again." You smiled reassuringly, your voice a whisper.

"I promise." You kissed him again.

The night had just started.

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Kitchen Kisses

Yet another 10th doctor x reader. Am I ashamed? Yes. Will I stop obsessing over this man any time soon? Absolutely not. Requests are open. Sorry if this is short, I wrote it in a hurry. Reader is gn and as always this is also on my Ao3. Idk if I should start making a masterlist. Enjoy!!

Cooking wasn't easy for you.

Every time you even came remotely close to a stove, it seemed ready to explode. Even so, you could manage on your own most times. You could warm up milk and boil pasta with (almost) no problems. Plus, you could always count on delivery.

You couldn't count on someone to deliver you a pizza, however, on a spaceship like the TARDIS. You also couldn't count on your culinary skills anymore, because you ended up being continuously distracted by the Doctor. He had the tendency to often look over your shoulder and suddenly ask if whatever you'd been cooking was ready, or if you needed anything, or if that fire in the corner was normal (it never was).

Nevertheless, you never gave up. Alien food couldn't always be healthy for you, you thought, referring to all the snacks the Doctor got for you in your travels; plus, you really wanted to impress him. "One of these days you're going to crawl to me begging for a recipe", you jokingly bragged, making him smirk; "yeah, sure, one of these days", he replied sarcastically, getting your cheeks all red.

It had been a rough day, full of adventures and trouble, and you had been left with a headache and too little to keep your hands busy with. You'd decided to scurry over to the kitchen to attempt (and probably fail) at making an omelette. You played some music on your cellphone and got to work.

Step one: crack the egg. Done. Step two: heat the pan. Also done. Step three: add the oil. You almost burned yourself, but nevertheless you got it done.

You looked around before going onto step four. It was odd. The Doctor wasn't around to distract you, the music was relaxing, nothing was on fire. It almost seemed impossible. Nonetheless, it wasn't over yet.

Step four: add the egg. You poured the liquid into the fizzing oil very carefully. Success! In your head you cheered, a smile making its way onto your lips.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being hugged, and audibly gasped. Realizing it was only the Doctor (who else but him smelled like candle wax and argan oil?) you sighed, relieved. "You scared me."

"Sorry. Whatcha making?" he asked, peeking at what was cooking in the pan. "Egg?"

"Yeah. I'm making an omelette. Wanna share?"

"If it survives the process," he laughed. You giggled with him. "What's that music?"

"Just my playlist. It was supposed to help me stay focused."

"Why are you using the past tense?"

"Because now you're here to distract me, aren't you?"

The Doctor smiled. "Not at all!" he chuckled. "Why do you think that?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Because you always distract me."

"You mean you can't focus when I'm around?"

"Yes." You realized what it sounded like as soon as the Time Lord stared at you with his satisfied smirk plastered onto his face. "Wait. No. No, I didn't mean that. Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I said exactly what you wanted to hear."

"Well, maybe you did say exactly what I wanted to hear."

There was silence for a couple seconds. His arms were still around you. He was so warm.

His lips were also warm. They made their way over to yours, erasing every inch of space left between the two of you. Your breaths slowed down. Time didn't stop, it went on and on and on, and the seconds you shared with your bodies pressed together like that didn't feel like years to you, but maybe to the Time Lord they did. You were broken apart by the sound of the oil fizzing a little too loud. With his arms still around your waist, the Doctor turned off the stove.

"Better get back to your cooking", he whispered, testing the waters.

You smiled. "Why would I do that now? I'm busy."

"Busy?"

"Indeed. Very busy kissing your stupid face until you say sorry for startling me earlier."

The Doctor gave you one of his best smiles. "Well, then, let's get down to business. But I'm not saying sorry if that means you'll stop kissing me. You know that, right?"

"You dumbo. C'mere", you murmured, kissing him again.

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The Music Room

Another 10th Doctor x reader drabble. Requests are appreciated. You can also find this on my Ao3. Reader is gn and plays guitar. Enjoy!!

You had always been the TARDIS's favourite companion. Every-so-often, the spaceship would make a whirring noise in your presence, and if the Doctor was around he would smile and tell you: "she says you're the best person I've ever brought on board". It always made you chuckle and stroke the control panel in an attempt to return the flattery, which made the Time Lord either sarcastically ask if you two wanted to be alone, or look at you quietly with a gleam in his eye before suddenly announcing your next adventure.

As if that wasn't enough to make you see that the TARDIS had a weak spot for you, she would always find ways of comforting you when something was wrong; before you could even sigh with exasperation, you'd be distracted from your troubles by a familiar smell of blackberry pie, or by your favourite song playing faintly on a radio somewhere, or by a book dropping next to you on the cold pavement from god-knows-where.

In a similar occasion, returning in the TARDIS after almost dying as usual, the ship's hallway lighting threw you off a bit. You were just trying to reach your room, only wanting to collapse on the bed, but it was almost as if she didn't want you to, leading you in a different direction. The blinking light bulbs guided you until reaching a door; it looked exactly the same as all the others, so at first you couldn't understand what made it so special that the TARDIS wanted you to find it. As soon as you saw what was inside, however, everything else slipped off your mind.

It was a room full of instruments. There was a huge piano between some marble columns, resting on a glass pedestal; a drum set occupied a nearby corner; and, shifting your vision, you were greeted by the biggest guitar and bass collection you had ever laid eyes on. Every last one of them looked like it had been taken straight out of your dreams and into that room.

Since then, you had found yourself visiting that paradise every time you had the chance. You already knew how to play a guitar, so you usually handled those, shifting between different models. There were brands you had heard of and brands you didn't recognise, and they came in every possible colour imaginable. You were fond of all of them, especially the more extravagant ones with unusual shapes.

The Doctor was aware of how you spent most of your time on the TARDIS, and didn't have anything against it. You wouldn't lock the door or anything, so everytime the Time Lord wanted to check up on you, you'd let him. Sometimes he'd linger in the room, sit down on the floor while you attempted to read a music sheet, or he would suggest you played something so he could sing it. The Doctor wasn't very fond of or very good at singing, but it gave him an excuse to stay with you a little longer, and that was enough for him. On very rare occasions, he would also ask you to tutor him. Of course, he had picked up many guitars in his 900+ years of life, and knew perfectly well how to play, but again, he wanted to spend time with you without admitting it was for no reason other than his fondness of you. Honestly, his hearts melted every time your fingers stroke those strings, making him helplessly realize that he couldn't get away, and that he didn't want to. Therefore, he obliged to his feelings, staying by your side as long as possible. And you were more than okay with it.

With time, your bond grew stronger, making you question your feelings again and again. The music room kept almost all of your attention on each other, so to avoid feeling helpless your ritual started to take place in complete silence. Aside from monosyllabic replies to monosyllabic questions, you and the Doctor didn't talk as much as before, but it went without acknowledging, growing on you both. That habit came to a halt when the TARDIS made the first move instead of either of her passengers, tired of the mutual pining and determined to fill the silence that had grown inside the room. After all, it was a music room. It wasn't meant to be quiet.

She made sure it didn't go silent ever again by doing the only thing she could, which was locking both of you in. As soon as you realized the door wouldn't open, it startled you.

"What if there's something wrong with the TARDIS, Doctor?" you worried, while he tried to get the door open with his sonic.

The alien sighed. "The only thing wrong here is her attitude," he mumbled, "she's doing this deliberately. Let us out!"

You were confused. "How do you know? Why would she do that?"

The Doctor stopped in his tracks, putting one index finger on your lips, shushing you, and the other on his own. The TARDIS was speaking to him. A few expressions made their way onto his face, substituting each other and, once the spaceship's whirrs quieted down, shifting into a frown. The first thing he did was thank the stars that you couldn't understand the TARDIS. The second thing he did was curse everything because you didn't understand the TARDIS and he had to tell you everything himself.

"What happened? What did she say?" you whispered, his finger still on your lips. He removed it quickly and took one good look at your unaware expression.

The Doctor acknowledged the knot in his stomach and looked away, unable to keep eye contact with you. You were gorgeous to him, too gorgeous to ignore. It would've made him stutter, and he hated stuttering.

"There may or may not be something you need to know" he started.

"About what?"

"About..." about how much I want to kiss you, the Doctor thought. "...about me."

You raised an eyebrow. "And what about the TARDIS?"

"She locked us in here because she's giving me no choice but to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"The thing. About me. The thing you don't know."

"Yes, I know that. But what is it, then?"

It was one of the very rare times when the Doctor genuinely did not know what words to use, which was worrying considering how much the Doctor liked words. He got out of life threatening situations with words. He also got into those same life threatening situations with words. He liked words, he really did. He also liked you. Considering he liked both you and words, the realization of not knowing what words to use with you was like a slap on the cheek. Specifically, it was exactly like one of those slaps only mothers gave him. Specifically his companions' mothers. He remembered Martha Jones and her mother. He also remembered Donna, but not her mother, because it was Donna herself who slapped him a couple times. Maybe more that a couple. She would've probably slapped him now. "Tell them, you twat!" she would've shouted. It would have been very effective. It would've certainly got him to say something, anything, even "ouch", which would've been better than standing completely still like he was doing now. A slap, that's what he needed. "I'm a genius", he thought. Then he slapped himself.

"Doctor!" you exclaimed.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I needed that. Sorry."

You took his hands in yours. "Are you alright? Is it something bad? Do you have to tell me something bad?"

"No. Well, it depends."

You kept looking in his eyes, insistent and a bit curious.

The Doctor held his breath. "Look, the thing is I'm usually good with words. What I'm not good at is speeches. I hate speeches. Especially heat-felt speeches. I like listening to speeches, but I don't like when they come from my mouth, because before they get to my mouth they go through my brain, and my brain is too messy to actually figure out a speech without screwing it up and changing the subject too many times. And now I have to give you a speech."

You smiled, a bit amused. "And, in a few words, what is this speech about?"

"Uhm. Well. I can think of a couple things." The Doctor looked away.

"Such as?"

"Such as the fact that I want to kiss you. And go out with you."

You smiled, surprised. "On a date?"

"Yeah, sure. I just need to figure out the speech first."

"The speech to ask me out on a date?"

"Yes. I just need a second."

"Go right ahead. I'll wait."

He smiled. "Thanks."

The Doctor spent more than a second with his thinking face on. Then, he realized what he just said, and looked at you with his eyebrows raised and his lips parting without making a sound. You laughed, hugging him. It didn't take long to hug you back.

"I'll go on a date with you, Doctor" you said, kissing him on the cheek and causing him to blush. "However many dates you want."

"No speech needed?" he asked, smirking.

"No speech needed" you replied.

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Home

Just a drabble bc I love the 10th Doctor. You can find this on my Ao3 as well. Warning: English is not my first language. Reader is gn. Enjoy!!

It had been a rough day. Month. Year. Like all of the ones that constellated your life, actually. It was nothing new, not really. Looking back, you had made a lot of mistakes. Still not out of the ordinary. However, there had been something you really couldn't have foreseen.

Exploring the whole of space and time (or, at least for now, parts of it, one at a time) had not been on your New Year's Bingo. Otherwise, you could've crossed that square out by the time spring had greeted your town with open arms and warm, windy days. The days had been full of rainstorms, at first, and it had bugged you out; turns out, though, the pouring rain had been crucial for your life to take a very unexpected turn, one you had learned to appreciate with the passing of time.

You had been waiting the bus home for a while now. Even under your umbrella the rain had soaked your clothes enough to make you sigh at the watch on your wrist, which was ticking too slowly for your taste. Looking up, the gray clouds seemed to be smirking teasingly at your frustrated expression. A few raindrops landed on the tip of your nose, making you look down again.

It was then that a stranger silently joined you on the sidewalk, the both of you looking at the road, apparently waiting for the same thing. You hadn't thought much of it had the time.

"Cold, eh?" said the stranger, making you turn your head to look at him. You gave the man a timid smile. "Cold and rainy. No snow, though, so December can be scrapped" he added, almost as if talking to himself. His weird comment made you chuckle. Then, the both of you returned to your quiet lookout.

"So what is it, then?" he spoke after a while.

You were confused. "What?"

"What month is it? Can't be December, can it?"

Your eyebrow was raised. "It's March," you stated, "March the thirty-first."

"Ah." He didn't look amused. "With this rain? Really?"

"Really," you confirmed. "It's going against all weather forecasts. This storm has been going on for a week. It's a bit of a legend now, actually."

The (mad)man looked up at the sky. "How much ground does it cover?"

"They say it's the whole region."

He tilted his head. "Must be a hell of a spaceship" he muttered to himself. You'd heard him loud and clear, though, so your expression had morphed into a confused one.

Your phone had rang an instant later. Unknown number. Before you even bothered to press the green button, however, the man beside you told you not to answer. He seemed deadly serious. Your mouth opened to ask for an explanation, but remained quietly agape while the stranger extracted a very odd shiny pen which made a long vibrating sound and used it to scan (?) your phone. A bright green light suddenly coming from the screen startled you, causing your hand to drop the object. "Let's get away from here, it's dangerous" the man had shouted, taking your hand and dragging you away. Your heart was racing too fast in your chest to allow your throat to make any noise to even complain, so you hadn't.

A few hours and too many alien encounters later, your town had supposedly been saved. The clouds (which had apperently been hiding an alien spaceship from sight, previously) had dissipated, the rain had stopped and a smile curved your lips and the Doctor's (the stranger from the bus stop) upwards while sharing a look stained with fondness for each other. The rest was history. Like you'd learned he was accostumed to do with all his other companions, he had taken you aboard the TARDIS to see everything the universe had to offer. A year had passed since that day: a year in the TARDIS, away from home. You had returned a couple times, sure, but only for a few days at a time, and that same spring had not yet passed. You had grown a year older without anyone noticing. Well, anyone besides the Doctor. On your journal, you marked the three-hundred-and-sixty-fifth day of knowing the Doctor.

You had obviously grown closer to him. He had taken you everywhere you had requested; you had met Mozart, Leonardo, Amy Winehouse, Alexander the Great, Virgilius and countless other geniuses from every time period imaginable. The Doctor had also spoiled you with trips on other planets, so very far from your own that your brain couldn't even process it. You had experienced so many things: foods, music, cultures, rituals, dances, gadgets, landscapes, shores, people, animals, beasts, technology from galaxies not even scientists had discovered yet, and maybe didn't have any way of discovering any time soon. The Doctor had obviously bewitched you; how could the thought of a man with the entire universe at the reach of his fingertips not make your head spin? The thought of someone caring about you, someone that could make the best of every situation, making you shiver with worry at one moment and smile, relieved, in another? The rollercoster of emotions that came with travelling with the Time Lord wasn't a burden; if anything it had been a liberation from the mundane life you had lived before meeting the Doctor. Looking back at the dullness of it, you couldn't help but feel a shiver making its way down your spine. If you had known the real vastness of the universe sooner, you would've lost your mind with no way to reach it. And now? Now you were afraid of losing your mind once back inside that empty loop, safe from everything but yourself. After all, it had been a year already. Even if no-one else but you and the Doctor saw it, even if for your friends you had been gone for just a few hours, you could see it clearly. Your hair had grown and your nails kept needing trimming; time kept passing, no matter where the Doctor took you, no matter how much time you spent in the TARDIS or back home or on another planet or in another century. That worried you, along with the possibility of never making it back home safe. The Doctor had warned you about it multiple times, and of course you had told him that you didn't care as long as you got to see the universe, which was the truth, but there was always that voice in the back of your head wondering about what everyone would have thought in case you couldn't have made it back home.

Inside your room, in the TARDIS, you could hear the engine of the ship hum its neverending song. It usually helped you rest after a long day with the Doctor, but with every thought you had in mind it had been impossible to expect getting even just a wink of sleep. To try and distract yourself, you got out of bed and made your way over to the control room, sitting on the cold metallic floor.

The Doctor joined you shortly after with a frown. "What's wrong?" he asked, guessing your mood. "I thought you were tired."

"I am," you replied while he sat next to you. "But I can't sleep."

"Is there something keeping you up?"

You gave him a tiny smile. "Yes, but nothing you should worry about." You didn't want to bug him with your doubts.

He nodded slightly, then lowered his chin, his lips pressed together, and looked up at you with his eyebrows raised, as if to ask, "are you sure?"

Your smile widened, and your hand reached for his in response. His gorgeus, gorgeous eyes admired your fingers while he entertwined them with his own. He looked back at you with a smirk, his other arm going from resting on his thigh to stretching out, asking whether you wanted a hug. You gladly accepted the silent offer, moving closer to the Doctor, pressing your ear on his chest and hearing his two hearts beating in unison while he held you tight. Enveloped in his embrace, you realized.

He was home to you.