#doctor x reader

[whynotjohnlock]

Doctor: Why did I let Y/N out of my sight? Oh good job doctor! Let's just accidently lose your companion because you're too busy being clever! I'm so stupid. Stupid doctor!

*spaceship lands and Missy/The master walks out exasperated dragging a tied up Y/N*

Doctor: Y/N! Are you alright? If the M-

Y/N: sometimes, kidnaped or not, it's nice to be held.

Master/Missy: you can have your human back; but like what the fuck is wrong with them?

Y/N: *giggleing deliriously* Oh doctor, come to join us for tea?

[cas-kingdom]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

A/N: Just a little something.

Title: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Summary: Ten is back, and by God are you going to hold his hand so he never leaves again.

Words: 1220

He had registered it when it happened, of course. The feeling of warm, human skin—your warm, human skin—against his own, that familiar rapid pulse beneath his fingertips, was not something he could ever forget. And when it was this specific hand you were holding onto, attached to this specific arm leading to this specific face, he truly couldn’t blame you.

He guessed it had been a good hour. An hour since he’d regenerated, since you’d recognised his new-but-not-at-all-new face and your own face had lit up, utterly devoid of the dread you’d had before. And you’d hugged him, and he’d hugged you, and you’d latched onto his hand and hadn’t yet let go. Running around the TARDIS, landing her, holding Donna’s box, riding in the taxi, sneaking through the crash zone…your hands had been wrapped tightly around the other, each a constant, solid presence.

So, though he had registered it, the conscious recognition didn’t come until he yanked you towards him when he instinctively reached with that hand for the screwdriver. Balancing on your haunches beneath him, you stumbled a bit. An apology was on his lips until he glanced down and saw the white knuckles wrapped around his.

He looked up. Recovered from your little topple, you were staring straight at him.

“Y/N.” He said it softly, eyebrows raising, and you blinked. There was a deep concern in your bright eyes. Not visible on the surface, only he could see it, because he could always see through you.

He lifted his hand, the one attached to you, and the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “I need my hand back for a minute,” he said.

Your face seemed to visibly pale. You sat properly on the ground and slowly released your death grip, your fingers returning to their pinkness. You didn’t quite let go though, your gaze seeming anchored to your hands as though…as though it was the one thing keeping him there with you.

The Doctor hummed. “Hey, you.” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him. He stretched out his free hand and tapped your nose. “It’s alright,” he promised you, offering a smile.

You nodded, hesitant at first, but more assured as you quickly dropped his hand and drew it back to your chest, holding it there with the other. “I know.”

The Doctor reached into his pocket for the screwdriver, eyes never once leaving you. You were distracting yourself from not physically feeling him, scratching at your head, twirling hair around your fingers, that leg shake you did whenever you felt restless. He couldn’t quite remember you being so anxious when he’d been him all those years ago. An inquisitive child, you’d followed him absolutely everywhere, but you hadn’t needed the assurance of his hand in yours to know he wasn’t going to leave you. But then, times had changed, and so had the both of you. He’d regenerated and regenerated and regenerated since, each one sucking a tiny bit more life from you than the one before. No wonder you’d grabbed the first hint of familiarity you’d received in fifteen years and not let go.

The Doctor stretched his legs out and rested his crossed ankles on a concrete block. He drew a box in the air with his sonic, a map of sorts, hoping to figure out what exactly the spaceship was and how he was expected to save little old Earth this time. Without looking down, he jerked his head a little to the side. “Space next to me,” he said.

A moment later you were beside him, crossing your legs beneath you, hands on your lap as though you had no clue what else to do with them. You watched as he fiddled with the sonic and sat in silence for a good ten seconds. Until he stopped. And he turned to look at you. And when your eyes met, his brows furrowed, and a smile, full of nostalgia and sadness, slowly spread across his face. He reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin. Tears sprung to your eyes.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I know. Come here.”

He stretched his arm out, allowing you to move closer and all but bury yourself in his side. His arm wrapped around your back and the other went instinctively to your head, holding you close to his chest.

Your gentle sniffles weren’t hard to miss. He kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a bit, shutting his eyes. “I’m here now, Y/N. I’m here.”

“But for how long?”

He couldn’t answer that. Something was niggling in the back of his mind. This face was being borrowed for an undetermined amount of time, some cruel trick from the universe that by God he couldn’t help but be thankful for.

“Let’s not worry about that now,” he said. He removed the hand from your head and put it between you, feeling you grasp it. You held it tightly, that little hand, that hand he had watched grow, that sweet girl he had raised, and sent a silent prayer to whoever would bloody listen that he’d have longer than he dreaded this time.

“You look different, you know,” you spoke softly a moment later. You turned your head to rest your cheek against him.

The Doctor rose a brow, running his tongue along his teeth. “That so?”

“Still the same, but different.”

“Ah. You look different too, you know. From when this face last saw you, that is.”

 “I grew up.”

The Doctor frowned, subconsciously holding you that bit tighter. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, you did. Can you stop that, by the way? Growing up? I’m not the biggest fan, you know.”

You pretended to think about it wiping at your eyes with your free hand. “Don’t think so.”

“Big shame, that. Massive shame. Probably the biggest shame of all. I remember when you were little little, when I had to tie your shoelaces for you and peel your oranges.” The latter was still true now, come to think of it. “But you’re still that same little girl, aren’t you, hm?” He lifted his head a little to peer down at you, trying to catch your gaze. “Aren’t you, Y/N?” There was a point hidden in those words. A point he’d had to reiterate so many times before on so many different levels. No matter his face, no matter his personality, no matter anything, he was still the same. The same Doctor. The same alien. The same being who loved you with all of his hearts. And he needed to remind you of that, to prepare you, because if what he feared would happen happened, he wanted—he needed it to be easy. For your sake. As easy as it could be. In whatever way helped you. In whatever way gave you back that life he’d inadvertently had a hand in destroying.

You drew away from him to look him in the eyes. Your own eyes were glistening, but you sniffed and held them back. You smiled lightly, then rose on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. The Doctor returned it without hesitation, shutting his eyes.

“‘Course I am,” you said quietly. “Just like you.”

“Just like me.”

Doctor Who Masterpost

[owen-writes]

Another random prompt

11th: “oh them? yes they’re super nice! here they are right now-“ *waves to reader who has a resting bitch face, across the room* “see, i told you, adorable!”

Adorable?

11th Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

The TARDIS had landed on a spaceship. Well, spacebase as the doctor keeps calling it. It looked well looked after and quite new as well. The TARDIS plopped you down right in the middle of what looked like a cafeteria or seating area. Many benches lined the room with a little hatch. But it all looked abandoned. As if it had never been used in the first place.

Your eyes scanned the room, and you landed on a plastic crate, full of things. And of course you had to take a look. So, you went one way and the doctor went another way, heading towards the hatch.

You dig through it, lost in the intricacies of the junk you'd found. Until you hear voices. Looking up towards them, you see the doctor, talking to someone through the hatch. You can catch some of the conversation.

"Where is everyone?"

"Not arrived yet."

They looked human, not much older than you. And they seemed friendly, holding a conversation with the doctor.

"I'm just the mechanic, always first to arrive."

"Why's this spacebase here?"

As you study them, you get lost in thought, your face contouring to its natural state.

"Who are they?"

"Oh, my friend. Super nice."

You hear your name, it's the doctor's voice. And you look up. He gives you his cheeky wave and the other person looks over at you. Then as quick as it began the doctor turns back around and carries on talking.

"See I told you adorable!" You hear the doctor say, louder than what he had been before. You knew it was to get your attention, as you hated being called adorable.

[wifeyifey]

Also I’m making a prompt where the reader says to whoever “I’m tired of men having slutty little waists” cause I think this is funny to imagine their reactions

[undiscovered-horizon]

Eleventh Doctor x insecure/ anxious reader?

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Doctor Who-inspired playlist

"Cold feet" - 11th Doctor x Reader

SUMMARY: Funnily enough, after facing death and vicious aliens, it's small talk with strangers that gives you cold feet. Fortunately enough, you found yourself in the company of an expert on running away.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.9k

A/N: As an anxious person I cannot be thankful enough for people in my life who casually roll with my anxiety and don't try to "fix" it with cheap advice

"Time Lord to human! Are you listening to me?"

The sudden yelling shook you awake. Only then did you realize you zoned out in the first place, letting Doctor's rushed words brush right by you. You looked at him only to see pure annoyance seeping from his expression. Although you never meant to hurt him, the guilt still gnawed at you.

"Sorry, missed the last bit," you explained yourself as you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. "What were you saying?"

Instead of repeating his scientific ramblings which definitely would have been a little too fast and complex for you to understand, he shifted his posture to rest his hands on his hips. You felt as if he had caught you red-handed doing something he had absolutely prohibited you from doing.

"Oi, what's going on with you? It's like you've lost your head."

You absentmindedly shook your head to dismiss his worry. "Yeah, sorry, it's no-"

"Are you in love?"

For a moment you couldn't get any sound to leave your mouth. "What?" It was a bizarre conclusion to jump to. You couldn't tell what on Earth could even get him that idea. "No, it's on-"

"Good for you!" he said as he clapped his hands. "Now, moving on. Focus, eyes on me."

"Look, it's just that I've got a..." you suspended your voice thinking of the right word to use. The Doctor stared at you with wide eyes, clearly awaiting the second part of the sentence. "Thing."

"A thing?" he repeated in confusion. It seemed as if with each of your words he only grew more offended at your misplaced attention.

"Yes, a thing." Out of all the words you could have used, your choice seemed to have fallen on the worst and least exhaustive one. "My friend, Ada, is throwing a party for some of her college friends but apart from me everyone invited is from her course, so she's going to be the only person I know there."

"And that's what you've been thinking about while I was explaining my clever, clever plan?"

The Doctor stared at you with closely knit eyebrows. In some way, he couldn't fathom how a party invitation could be in any way more interesting than him showing off his extraordinary intellect and creativity. Choosing between a college party and aliens should have been a lot easier than it truly was.

"It's not as simple as it sounds, you know?"

"Alright, then tell me." By his hand-flapping and surprisingly undivided attention, you couldn't tell whether he was growing more upset or actually wanted to hear about what was troubling you.

"Honestly, I don't want to go but it's important for Ada. Also, I haven't seen her in ages. On the other hand..." your voice drifted away. Now that you've started this little heart-to-heart, it was pointless to lie to the Doctor - if successful, fooling him wouldn't gain anything anyway. "It's a party full of strangers."

For a moment he stared at you in silence, visibly expecting you to elaborate but truthfully, there wasn't anything more to say. The hypothetical group of strangers, as faceless as they were, was already stressful enough, even without giving them imaginary traits or habits.

"Strangers, right," he said as he clasped his hands. The sound echoed throughout the console room. He looked away for a moment, basking in enlightenment, before looking back at you. "How exactly is that a problem?" he dwelled on the subject. It seemed as if the discomfort of a company of strangers was hardly conceivable.

"You wouldn't get it." You vaguely waved your hand at him in a dismissive manner. Maybe it was unfair towards him but you really couldn't imagine a scenario in which he doesn't throw in a sarcastic comment about your anxiety. "I mean, how could you? Socializing has never been a problem for you."

"How could it be? People, party, cake, dancing. I love dancing! Great times, nothing to be scared of."

"Yes, there is: small talk and thirty people I've never met. And that's only the beginning."

Even the mere mention of that situation made a cold shiver run down your spine. A flutter of anxiety in your chest brought an unpleasant, suffocating sensation. Unconsciously, your face contorted in a grimace.

"You just go up to them and talk, what's hard about that?"

"Everything!" you exclaimed as you made a broad movement with your hands. "It's just... I can't do that. I physically can't make myself go up to a stranger and ask how they're doing, I'd rather hit my head against a wall. I know the theory, the 'walking through a house' metaphor, it's just... I can't force my body to do that. And when I do find myself talking to a stranger, I want it to end immediately. And the silence! Oh God, the silence... Like when you ask them a question, they answer and then the silence. The awkward silence of my anxiety, lack of social skills and being a generally uninteresting person. Just a bit of quiet and everyone knows I'm weird, awkward and-"

"Hey, hey, stop it!" he scolded you in a whiny voice as if you were a child. "Don't say that. You're not awkward or weird, you're brilliant!"

"Thanks, that's nice of you but unfortunately, I am self-aware."

He may have known you for weeks but you've known yourself for decades.

"No, really." He refused to let go. If the Doctor was going to spout cliche pick-me-ups, he appeared exceptionally committed to the meaningless act. "You crossed the universe as it is wide and long. Fought aliens and risked your life because a toddler couldn't sleep at night. Blimey, you told a Sontaran with a bomb bigger than your head to piss off. And it's house party small talk that gives you cold feet?"

Contrary to his presumption, the context didn't give you any comfort or motivation - it only made you feel worse. If you really were as brave as he made it seem, why couldn't you just start a conversation with your friend's guests? By the measure of saving the universe multiple times, you should be more than capable to do so.

"I know it sounds ridiculous and I agree it's stupid but it's not the same. When we're saving worlds it's a mission, a puzzle to solve." You paused for a moment but by your expression, the Doctor could tell there was something else on your mind. "And I've got you," you added.

"Me?" he asked sheepishly. The Doctor vaguely pointed his finger at himself. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You make me a little braver. I mean, you don't look scared even when you are, so it gives me a little push. I feel a little less anxious when I know that you've got my back."

"So what do you do when I'm not there?"

"Bail," you answered with a shrug. Were you really the same person who criticized the fashion choices of an alien with more guns than limbs? "I rarely go but when I do, I just run off around midnight like Cinderella." You made a small pause when you lowered your gaze, avoiding the Doctor's face. "Honestly, it always makes me feel ashamed like I'm making myself miss out on something but it's either that or panicking in the bathroom."

A silence fell between you. The Doctor's typical hand flapping came to a strange halt as he continued to stare at you with an inexplicable expression. He would have agreed on your resemblance to Cinderella, your regent-esque charm and princess-like beauty but there seemed to be a matter more important at hand:

"Has that ever happened?"

His voice was surprisingly quiet, hesitant even as if he didn't want to actually know the answer. Maybe he wasn't sure he was ready for the responsibility the knowledge would bring. The Doctor's words were barely audible over the whirring and wheezing of the TARDIS's engineering.

"Which part?"

"Panicking in the bathroom."

"Yeah," you said quietly. Your gaze fell to the floor. Looking for some kind of comfort, you slowly rubbed your arm. "It was New Year at my friend's, didn't know anyone there except for him. At some point, I just needed to take a break from being around so many people. I sat in the bathroom wearing a silver sequin ballgown and fought back tears. Funny, I probably looked equally pathetic and great. The only thing I could think about was how rubbish I was at just hanging out with people and, you know, being a normal teen at a normal teen party filled with normal teens. I just..." you stopped yourself at the last moment possible. A heavy, defeated sigh left your lips before you continued in a voice barely above a whisper. "I just wish I was a little less anxious."

"You never said anything."

"Why would I? It's not something I'm exactly proud of." You let out a bitter chuckle as you answered him.

Suddenly you found yourself engulfed in a tight hug. The Doctor's arms were tightly wrapped around you, his slow but ragged breath brushing against your neck. Surprised at the unforeseen affection, you hesitantly reciprocated the embrace. The tweed of his jacket was slightly coarse, some strings were coming out of the seams. He always smelled like burnt wires and a second-hand bookshop. At first, that distinct fragrance wasn't exactly pleasant to you but with time it became a beacon of hope, comfort, adventure and a good laugh.

"Oh, you brilliant, clever you," he quietly said in a sad voice.

Then he stepped away from you just as swiftly and surprisingly as he hugged you in the first place. The first thing you noticed was the change in his facial expression: the Doctor was no longer annoyed or concerned but excited as if he had just come up with a perfect solution to some mind-boggling problem.

"Well then, good thing you're not going alone this time."

"I'm... not?"

"Yes! A plus-one. It's still a thing, right? I'm your plus-one."

"That's sweet of you but you really don't have to. I'm fine on my own," you assured him, although he had no reason to believe you after what you'd already told him.

"Change of plans, sweetheart!" he exclaimed as he pulled one of the many levers. The TARDIS was about to take flight and it was a little too late for arguments and second thoughts. "We're going together and when people become a little too much we attend to an emergency," he said while running between different parts of the flight console. As if he was dancing, he made a whole circle around the control switchboard and stood in front of you once again. The Doctor stuck his index finger in your face as if reprimanding you once more. "No panicking in the bathrooms."

"Wait, what emergency?" you asked as he was already taking directions to your hometown.

"You know, this very real emergency that can't wait and we have to take care of it at the very moment. The crisis that I definitely did not invent just now."

"Right..." you drew out your answer as you caught on to his ruse. A smile crept unto your face. "Time travellers, defenders of the universe. You can never know when you're needed. Any suspicions as to what the emergency is?"

"Laskos' fourth moon. There's that small waffle bar that might need an inspection."

[florrysgf]

LOOK AT ME! alex karev x fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which you struggle after the loss of a patient, and alex is there to calm you down

WARNINGS: panic attack, grief, mentions of death

WORD COUNT: 0.8k +

The moment you heard the machine flatline, you swore you felt your heart in your throat. You also felt the sweat dripping down your brow as you immediately shook your head, locking your hands and starting compressions on the patients chest. You couldn’t lose her, you just couldn’t. She had four kids, for God’s sake. No matter how many times you pressed against her chest, she just wasn’t coming back.

“No,” You whispered, warm tears threatening to spool from your eyelids. “C’mon,” you breathed.

Dr. Bailey came up behind you, a similar look of grief in her eyes as she gently grasped your shoulder, attempting to pull you away. “Dr. L/N,”

“C’mon!” You yelled out with a shaky, broken voice.

“Dr. L/N,” Miranda tried again, a little more forcefully this time, but you just didn’t stop. The rest of the surgeons in the OR stayed silent, sharing looks, none of them wanting to interfere with your clear distress. “Dr. L/N, she’s gone.”

You let out a pained sob and your body suddenly went limp. Dr. Bailey stepped in front of you, pulling your hands away from the patient as you were positioned next to Dr. Shepherd. He rested a hand on your shoulder whilst you fixated your eyes on Miranda, inhaling as she looked up at the clock.

“Time of death: 21:04.”

Dr. Bailey’s words rattled through you so fast, that you felt yourself struggling to breath. “No, no, no,” The heat began to spread through your body, it felt like the walls were closing in, like you you were going to explode. You had to get out of there.

Ripping off your scrub cap, you burst through the OR doors, running out into the hall and collapsing against the wall. “No,” you whispered once more, clutching your chest with both of your hands, trying your best to steady your breathing. All you could hear was the screeching sound of the machine filling your ears, and the hospital corridor around you was now a blur.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” You ever so slightly managed to hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend calling out your name, as he knelt down beside you, concern spread all across his face.

“Y/N, babe,” Alex watched as you sat slumped against the wall, your hands pressed to your chest and you heaved. He extended out his arms, one tightly gripping your shoulder, and the other cupping your cheek at an attempt to reassure you. “Y/N.” He repeated, keeping his tone soft not to stress you further. “Y/N, I need you to look at me, please. Can you do that?”

When your struggles for breath got faster, Alex quickly started to panic, “Y/N, look at me!” He sternly said, shaking you slightly and pulling you harshly back into reality. He watched as your eyelids flickered open, as your rapid breaths calmed down when you looked at him. There you were. You never told him what happened - you couldn’t. Nor did you need to, the look in your eyes told him all he needed to know.

You studied his face. Alex seemed sad. For the patient and her family, but more so for you. He knew that you were blaming yourself, but it wasn’t your fault. And he needed you to know that. He pulled you in for a hug, allowing you to sob into his shoulder the second he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his hands rub soft circles on your back, whilst he pressed gentle kisses to your temple. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Need you to calm down for me.”

“It’s all my fault.” You croaked out between sobs as you heavy breaths finally slowed down.

“Hey,” Alex scolded, pulling away from the embrace. He cupped your cheeks with both his hands, pulling your chin up to ensure you were looking at him. “Don’t say that, don’t you ever say that.” His tone was stern yet sincere, “There was nothing else you could’ve done. She was sick, she’d been sick for a long time. It was not your fault, Y/N. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered under your breath, but loud enough that he could still hear you, “Okay.”

Alex continued to hold you as you calmed down, it felt as though the the whole world was crumbling away from underneath you both. As the two of you sat there against the wall, thoughts began to swirl around your head again, thoughts of what was going to happen next. “Oh god,” you whimpered, sitting up slightly as your eyes filled once more, “I have to tell her husband.”

Alex tightened his grip on you. He’s just calmed you down, if you got stressed out again you’d only hurt yourself. “No.” He was quick to shake his head, “No, you don’t. Bailey can do it. You need to stay here with me and calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.”

[arting-block]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 11th Doctor x F!Reader

❝𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦.❞

Summary: The Doctor doesn't need sex, just you

Warnings: Grinding, P in V sex, hints of sub!Doctor

Words: 1K

A/N: HAHAHA I'm back!! I had this scenario rotting in my brain and I needed to get it out. This does take place in Stranger in a Strange Land, but this fic can be read as a stand-alone!

The Doctor has no need for romance. Eons spent traveling the cosmos trying to save everyone from destruction leaves little room for trivial things. His need for sex is even lower. 

“Please,” a breathy whine, a slight gasp. The Doctor’s hands gripped the cloth of the bedsheets in hopes he could gain control of his erratic heaving. Everything’s too hot, too much. Despite the tops of his shirt being undone and his jacket laying on the floor, his bodily temperature keeps rising, “There’s people in the other room—”

His voice ended with a pitched cry as your fingers went to the zipper of his pants. Light pressure from your fingers sent his mind into a frenzy. A mix of cold dread and pure excitement pools in his chest all the way down. The Doctor could easily stop your hands. One word and you would step back. 

Sex isn’t important, he doesn’t crave it. Plenty of beautiful men and women have thrown themselves at his feet and he spared them no glance. From powerful queens to cheeky immortals. Hell, even his own companions have tried and ultimately failed to garner any carnal desire from him. 

The Doctor tightened his hold on the bed when you moved to hover above his lap. Your perfume invades his nose and your hand cups his burning face. He couldn’t help but stare helplessly at your face. Your beautiful, terrifying face. 

“Yet you don’t want me to stop,” it was a casual statement. No tremors or wavers in your voice; it was the truth. You place the palm of your hand on his flushed chest, sliding up and around the back of his neck, “I can taste your desire.”

He curses your ability to understand his body. How your hands ignite a path of fire wherever they caress. How your searing kiss to the tender spot on his neck makes him emit pathetic noise at the back of throat. How you press your clothed core on his lap and he jumps. His hands find the curve of your waist, pushing downwards for any relief to your cruel torture. He hates how your breathy laugh makes his pants tighter. 

“Please,” another whine.

Your smile shows no mercy, “Please what, Doctor?”

The way his name slips out of your mouth with a hint of cruelty, a dash of need, sends him in a spiral. You hands busy themselves with unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, making sure to trail your hands down his chest to his pelvis. The palms of your hands are cool against his flushed skin. He feels everything from the drumming of his two hearts to the slick accumulating on top of his pants. 

The Doctor doesn't need sex.

“I need you, love. Please—” your hips ground on him once more, nearly jumbling his speech “ —fuck me.”

Who were you to deny your beloved Doctor?

Grabbing his flushed face, you preoccupied his senses with the taste of your lips. The Doctor melted into you, eagerly meeting your kiss with equal vigor. His mind was close to blanking, something he never thought possible. It seemed the longer you indulged him the more dopamine seemed to numb his consciousness. 

You tangle into him until there’s no distinction from your body to his. Every gasp he emits makes you shiver. Every moan you slip makes The Doctor want to flip you over and show you how cruel you’ve been.

Pulling back, you take a look at The Doctor’s disheveled appearance. Pride swells in your chest seeing the almighty Doctor submit to your whims with just a kiss. The air tastes of his need and your spine tingles from The Doctor’s unspoken trust in you. A silent prayer; trust that you will alleviate the ache in his chest and underneath your lap. 

Sex was never something he needed. He can live without the intimacy of another. He’s done it for centuries so why not a century longer?

“Doctor,” your eyes close and brows furrow. The sound of your whine permeates the fog of his mind and zero in on the bliss on your face. 

The tension in your face relaxes and you allow yourself to give into the pleasure. The Doctor can't help but marvel at your expression. 

He can’t go a century longer. Not after meeting you—fucking you until neither of you can choke a sentence. The moment you allowed him to bury himself between your thighs, he knew sex wasn't something he craved. Sex in itself wasn't what he wanted.

No, what he wanted—needed—was you. How could he not? His body craves the love you pour into each drag of your finger. Your lingering kiss on his jaw that tingles for seconds after. A cheeky grin and a promise sealed with a wink. 

The sight of your undoing, all because of him is what he wants. Tossing your head back, screaming his name until you finally stop trembling. How you cling onto him like he’s the only solid thing in the world. 

Selfishly, he only wants your pleasure and nothing else. 

“I love this,” a hushed confession; a bright smile on your face, “I love you.”

Your words send fire into his blood. No matter how many times that phrase has been uttered, it still makes his two hearts stop. 

Air hits The Doctor’s length and you are delighted in the hiss he lets out. You move your soaked underwear to the side and allow The Doctor to buck his hips up. The head of his cock nudges your entrance and you have to bite down a groan.

“How do you want it, hm?” you dip close to his ear to ensure he never misses a word. Lining up his length towards your center, you delight in his stuttered breathing, “Slow and gentle?”

You dropped your hips downward and watched as The Doctor’s head tilted back, baring his throat to you. Your cunt stretches to accommodate the intrusion, but the pleasure it brings lights the fire in your stomach. Reaching for the back of The Doctor’s head, you force his head up.

Wild green eyes stare back at you. You imagined your expression is no different. 

“Or do you prefer I fuck you instead?” 

[multific]

Forgotten Memories

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Summary: You never truly knew what it was like to be forgotten.

You wouldn't say there was only one Doctor you loved.

You loved him. Not a version of him.

You met him a long long time ago.

You two fell in love during the adventures and rough times you have been through.

Then came a new one, he was a lot more chaotic, but he loved you the same. It was a bit more difficult for you than you thought it would be.

But you loved him.

If you were honest this Doctor had a lot higher sex drive. You noticed that after every dangerous situation, he pulled you to his bed, shower or bathtub. And you loved that. You enjoyed every moment you spent with him.

He made you laugh so much. For Christmas, you got him a new pair of Converse since he began to fall apart a while ago.

Then he had to go.

"I don't want to go. I am not ready to leave you." he said as you offered him a smile.

"I know, and it is okay. I know that no matter how you look like, you will always love me and I will always love you. We have made great memories, Doctor. We should be ready for new adventures."

Your smile never failed to calm him, even in this state.

You never left his side, waiting for him to change as you sat on the couch not too far from him.

When you saw the light, you closed your eyes.

Waiting for him to go through it before opening your eyes again.

You opened them and saw a man running around, mumbling before he finally noticed you.

"Oh, hi!"

"Hello!"

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You liked the new doctor. He looked handsome, he was fun and you even liked the bowtie.

However, he seemed to have forgotten about you.

He was convinced you were only a companion of his.

And no matter what you did, you couldn't make him remember. No matter what you said or did.

He was oblivious.

He brought you to places you have been before. It was as if you were completely deleted from his brain along with all memories you two made.

Not. A. Single. Thing.

He didn't even remember your name.

Then, you started to give up hope he would remember and tried to make new ones.

But it was difficult given he was back into his old ways of hiding his feelings and worries. Something you always hated.

"Do you really not remember that we have been here before?" you asked as he showed you the same castle.

"Have we?! When?"

"About... three years ago."

"Three years?! I have known you for that long? But you only appeared in my TARDIS two months ago!"

"I didn't appear. I was always there." you said as you watched the castle during the night. "We should probably go if you want to avoid meeting yourself."

And you two left.

The same night, you asked him to have dinner with you. Well, you say night but on the TARDIS time didn't exist.

"The day you met me, I was in a bad state. Very bad state.  I was walking the streets aimlessly, trying to keep warm with moving when I saw the TARDIS at the time I thought it was a regular Police Box, I wanted to call for help. Although I had no idea what I would say, but I knew I needed help. Then, you opened the door and looked at me. I thought you were just someone using the box for a call. But you saved me. In more ways than one. You are everything to me. You showed me a part of life I would have never been able to see. I love you so much that I am willing to leave if that is what you want."

"Leave? I don't want you to leave."

"Then how do I make you fall in love with me again?"

"You did it once, I can feel a special connection, I believe you can do it again."

"I will need your help though. I can't do it all alone."

"I'll help. Yes, I will! I want to! I want you! YES! This is perfect! Oh, I always thought you would make a great wife! YES! We could get married."

"Silly, Time Lord..."

"Huh?"

"We are already married."

Speechless. Not happened many times. But now, he was speechless.

"Married?!"

"Yes, we got married ten years ago... hard to keep track of time but you have the calendar and TARDIS reminds us."

"How long have you known me?"

"Twenty years? Thirty years? Something like that."

"How old are you?" he looked beyond confused.

"Your last... You gave me a device of some kind. Like a chip. You said it basically slows down my ageing while you were looking for a more... permanent solution."

"This is so much. You are my barely ageing wife! Whom I met thirty years ago?!"

"Yes. You never forgot me. Ever, until now. Sure you forgot minor stuff but never my entire existence or the places we have been to."

"I-I need to remember! I forgot so much!"

"You don't have to force yourself." you smiled. "I'm just happy that at least you know now."

He then ran back to the control room, and looked at his buttons.

"WIFE?! And you didn't tell ME!" he yelled at TARDIS who decided to tilt ever so slightly making him fall against the railings.

"Don't fight please." you said to both of them.

"But, why did I forget?!"

From then on, it became his obsession. Trying to figure out how and why he forgot now suddenly.

It was his secondary mission as the first one was to get to know you. After all, he did miss out on thirty years.

The Doctor asked you to move back to his room, after all, it was both of yours.

And now he understood the changes and why he spent more time in there.

One time, he was returning to bed when he found you already asleep. You needed more sleep than he did, so it wasn't unusual for you to sleep while he didn't.

But that time, as he entered as if a cold bucket of water was thrown on him, he felt a memory come back.

It was you and him, in that same bed, laying naked as you laughed. He couldn't exactly recall the conversation but he remembered your smile and the feeling of your fingers running random patterns on his skin.

So, he didn't lose the memories of you, but rather they were locked away in his head for some reason.

And he may never know. But he started to remember more and more. Each one of your kisses triggered a new memory in him and all were amazing.

He one day remembered your wedding.

You two were on a planet, watching as the planet's two suns set at the same time. He glanced at you and noticed just how breathtaking you looked in the light orange and pink glow.

Then the memory of you walking towards him, promising him love until all time ends.

Oh just how he loved you. And the little twinkle in your eyes told him just how much you loved him.

"I don't remember everything, Love. But I remember most." he said during dinner one day. You just nodded.

You knew he was slowly starting to remember.

He started to use phrases or names that he often did before.

You were happy he remembered a couple things, it eased your mind and you felt like you can breathe easier.

"I remember our wedding. And wedding night." you wanted to slap his arm but the smirk on his face made you change your mind. Then his smirk turned into a smile. Such a kind and gentle smile.

"Of course, that is what you would remember...At least you remember."

"I do remember now why I fell in love with you though. I remember during our visit to Argonira, how you saved my life. I remember how you begged me not to die, not to dare to leave you. I remember you cried and it broke both of my hearts. I knew then, I would never be able to let you go."

"You told me that so many times and yet, it never fails to make my heart skip a beat." you smiled at him as he moved a little in his chair.

"I believe our tenth anniversary is coming up, a little blue birdy told me so."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, and I was thinking we could... go somewhere special."

"I'd like that."

He decided to bring you to the place you got married.

The planet however looked different.

"This is beautiful." you said, admiring the view.

"On Earth, today's the day we have met. When you almost ran into me as I was getting out of TARDIS. Today's the day I met you and I didn't even know back then that I fell in love with you. You are my everything. I would watch worlds burn before I want to see you hurt. You are just... I can't even put it into words." you took a step closer to him, letting him pull you into his arms as you put one of your hands around his neck, the other on his chest.

"You don't have to. I know exactly what you mean. Every time I tell you that I love you, I feel like the word 'love' is simply not enough to express how I truly feel towards you. And when our words fail us, we just have to show." you smiled and slowly pulled him down so his lips could meet yours.

"Happy anniversary, My Love."

"Happy anniversary, Doctor."

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[magiccath]

Emergency Dance Party

Tenth Doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship) (could also be any Doctor if you ignore the Converse comment)

Summary: In which the Doctor and the TARDIS come up with a way to make your week a little better

A/N: I wrote this for myself MONTHS ago and kinda just forgot to post it. Also, he's so pretty in this GIF

Today wasn’t your day. It hadn’t really been your week either. You were tired, grumpy, and beyond fed-up. It wasn’t anything in particular, but rather an accumulation of small things combined with a general discomfort. 

You walked into the TARDIS control room, hoping that the familiar hum of the ship might calm your anxieties. The Doctor was busy with the console, fiddling away with the controls. He became aware of your presence once you got a few steps into the room before promptly faceplanting. 

The thump made him turn towards you before rushing to help you up. You met his flustered concern with your own exasperation, accepting his outreached hand begrudgingly. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, still holding on to you. 

“Just my luck,” you groaned to yourself, adjusting your footing. “I’m fine,” you grumbled, pulling your hand from his to brush off your shirt. “It’s just one of those weeks.” 

“The kind where absolutely nothing goes right?” he asked, leaning back against the console casually. Your eyes drifted to the floor, his dirty Converse catching your eye. He was wearing the white ones today, his ankles crossed gently over each other. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, really feeling the weight of the week. 

“I think I have just the thing.” He grinned brightly. You loved his smile, it was always lopsided and giddy. It reminded you of a kid on Christmas or a serial killer. It depended on the day.

“I don’t really feel up for an adventure,” you admitted, slumping into the control room chair. You didn’t have the physical or emotional energy to run after the Doctor. He had promised “stress-free” trips in the past, and they always ended with some form of chaos. When you traveled with the Doctor, there was no such thing as a “beach vacation”, at least not in the traditional sense. Usually, such expeditions ended with something blowing up.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, “we don’t have to leave the TARDIS for this.” 

You watched him move about the console in his regular manner. He did this for so long, that you started to think watching him was supposed to be the activity for the day. Before you could question his motives, he made his way over to you. He was holding something, but he hid it behind his back so you couldn’t see. 

“Please tell me that’s not a duck,” you groaned, remembering the Doctor’s last surprise. That one left the ship in shambles, and single handedly destroyed your favorite shirt. 

The Doctor frowned, “What’s wrong with ducks?” 

“Nothing,” you laughed lightly, “I just don’t want to have to chase after another one.” 

The Doctor nodded sheepishly, remembering the hassle you two had when he brought a rouge duck onto the ship. He still hadn’t put the kitchen back together, and that had been months ago now. 

“Well, it’s not a duck,” he explained, moving his hands to the front of his body to show you what was in them. He held the large, bright pink button under your nose excitedly. 

“What exactly is it?” you asked, peering at the strange object. For all you knew, it could be the TARDIS self-destruct button. You didn’t trust big red buttons, and you certainly didn’t trust pink ones.

“Just press it.” he grinned. You searched his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out if it was safe or not. After some deliberation, you rested your hand warily over the button. 

The Doctor nodded, encouraging you to push down. You squeezed your eyes shut and did as such. 

When nothing blew up, you opened your eyes warily. The ship transformed before you: the lighting was different, a disco ball lowered from seemingly nowhere, and the floor tiles began to light up in synchronized patterns. In a matter of seconds, the TARDIS had turned into a magnificent disco. 

You raised your eyebrow, clearly confused by the change of decoration. You didn’t know the TARDIS had a disco mode. You could only assume it had been installed in the '70s. 

“Emergency party button.” He smirked. “Press it again,” he urged. 

Gently, you pressed the button again, and music started to fill the room. The distinct opening beats of your favorite song brought a small smile to your face. 

The Doctor threw the button across the room recklessly before holding his hand out to you. You took it, allowing your smile to fully take over your face. 

“Emergency dance party,” he explained, grasping both of your hands. 

“With my favorite song?” 

The Doctor nodded, clearly proud of himself. He wasn’t always the most observant, but when he was it made your heart melt. He knew the little things, like how you took your coffee, what your handwriting looked like, and your favorite meal of the day.

“How did you know?” You laughed. 

“You told me once,” he smiled, his eyes showing all of the love he had for you. 

You smiled back, all traces of sadness and frustration leaving your mind instantly.

The two of you bounded, jumped, and danced your way through the TARDIS for hours, laughing and smiling until it hurt. When you couldn’t dance anymore, you collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles, simply enjoying each other’s company. 

It was the best part of your week, probably even the best part of your year. By the end of it, you couldn’t even imagine the sour mood you had been in before, basking too much in the joy of the moment. 

At the end of the day, all it took was an emergency dance party with your favorite alien to boost your mood. 

[whynotjohnlock]

Doctor x ADHD reader

^ My mental state at any given time when anyone asks about what happened yesterday.

Warnings: fluff, It might be a tad long, Grammar mistakes, you may feel slightly offended if you're a nerotipical person, the author wrote this because they didn't want to sleep and needed comfort.

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You'd forgotten something again. Was it about your job? Your family? Your friends you hadn't kept up with because you had misremembered the dates for? That one hyper fixation that you had today?

Nothing matched. Your brain was screaming at you for the time you wasted rethinking about what you had forgotten; but nothing came to mind.

A normal day then.

Then, as a distraction from your thoghts a high tech laser blaster thing punched through a brick wall and you started running for your life. Again.

There were alien pepper shaker robots with plungers. Why where they just repeating themselves over and over? Was that just how they spoke, or was there more to it? Was it nessasary to the way they shot lasers?

"Exterminate! Exterminate!" A laser jolted and swished right next to you.

"Right, I have to run."

And run.

And run.

And run. Except, now you had to not crash onto the person-

To late.

"Oh, hello humans! Is this your way of saying hello? Did I miss a decade?"

You reluctanly graped the strange man's hand. You were not fazed by the oddness in the queston; your thoghts were stranger. "I don't think so. It's just the fact that there are alien pepper shakers with plungers after us."

The man's face darkened, his youthful peesona flown out the window. "Where?"

You knew that the police would be of no help and the sadness in this man's eyes seemed to be familiar. "Can you help us if I tell you?"

"Short answer: Most likely."

"Now witch way?"

The question prompted eternal panic. Witch way was left? You couldn't remember. Were you facing north or south? You couldn't just point in a direction, because you had run in a extremely non-linear way.

Words had never been an accurate source of communication for you. Why were you this way? Well, you knew why; you had been diagnosed with ADHD, but that didn't answer your question. Why did you always forget the things you wanted to remember most? The strange man looked rather inpatient at your mental sputtering. You had to do something! So, you did the only thing you could think of at the time. Quickly you grabbed his outstretched hand and ran, guiding him though the chaotic path you had taken.

Your mind had not managed to retain much running for your life, but your feet did.

 ...Pass the blue house. 

...Turning 90 degrees at the broken stop sign. 

...Jaywalking around the stopped cars in the street.

...Turning again after the nameless black dog.

...Though a corporate building.

…And to the familiar building with the tin tanks.

your hand still fully clasped with this stranger you had just met, you spoke in between panting and gasping for air. "This is it. These are the alien metal tank creatures."

As if on cue, the screams not even across the blook started up again and an army of daleks (Not that you knew what they were called at the time) turned into view.

The madman lurched forward in outrage much like a predator looming in on their prey. He was unnerving. "Alright listen up! I am the Doctor, and you are the daleks! You have no right to this world, and It’s protected by none other than me. And you have made a grave mistake messing with me when I don’t have a companion, or anyone to holding me back. Leave before I run out of mercy."

"THE DOCTOR IS UNARMED. WE WILL DO NO SUCH THING."

EXTERMINATE!

A laser shot from the thingy that would have hit the silly man instead wiped by him as I pulled him into a run again.

Hiding behind a dumpster in an abandoned alley the Doctor fiddled around with a metal glowy stick and welded something together from his pockets quickly. "What are you doing?"

"No time to explain, get me some sort of electrical circuit board!"

"Will my phone work?"

Wordlessly the Doctor takes my phone, prys it from it's cashing, snaps it in half, and conects it to a very peculiar looking device.

EXTERMINATE!

The Daleks find us again but this time we don't run. The Doctor chucks the machine at the invasion party they aim towards us ready to end us.

EXTER-

The Doctor aims his tech stick toward the sky causing his device to activate. The result is instantaneous. Every dalek that was in front of us and firing ends up blowing up in several malformed chunks.

More daleks screech out words as they approach us. "EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!"

"Ha! I've rerouted the your primary weapon to your self-distruct sequence by changing the commands signals! The doctor is never helpless unarmed, you lot should know that by now."

"RETREAT! RETREAT!"

The Daleks start to be enveloped by an otherworldly white glow and disappear all at once.

The mad man seems to return to an upbeat face and seems to slip his mask back on seamlessly as if the darkness never touched his eyes. He looked again to be a harmless Nerodiverrgent, clumsy and meek as if he hadn't just felled a armada of aliens ready to destroy the earth. he muttered under his breath about inter-galactic law, blissfully unaware of all the odd looks his direction who believed him insane.

It reminded you of the mask you had to put up for all the "Normal" people in your life. How many times had you stopped being every thing you were just for a brief connection?

"Hello, I think introductions are in order! what did you say your name was?"

You plunged back into the real world from your thoghts. "Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, you seem awfully calm considering your planet was just invaded."

"I could say the same thing about you. Also how did you do all that? Are you even human?"

"I'm the Doctor." The man enthusiasticly spoke as if that explained the anomalys of the day.

"Is the your last name or did you just have mean parents that named you Doctor?"

"I'm not human, and it's common for my species to have titles we choose for names."

"Right. I suppose another alien species isn't the weirdest thing that's happened today."

The Doctor broke out into a brilliant little grin. And reached into his coat pocket to grab a little black wallet thing. "Hold on I want to see if I'm right real quick. What's on this paper?"

"Um, It's blank?" I don't think I was catching whatever the silly man wanted me to see.

"You are clever! I knew it! And I do need a companion after...." The Doctor pauses in sorrow and pain.

"Y/N, how would you like to come with me?"

"Um, do you travel or something?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention it, haven't I? I go to lots and lots of different places and meet all sorts of aliens all the time. I hope you know most of them aren't like the Daleks. Millions of planets and galaxys and pulsars and planets up in the sky, one day I'll see them all."

It took a while to comprehend what silly man had just said. You adored the stars. And now this man you'd just met had really just asked you to go with him to see and go to places humans wouldn't go for maybe billions of years!? To boldy go were no one has gone before? (I'm an unapologetically ing references and I'm not sorry.) Was this heaven? Had you died in the Dalek attack?

"That sounds utterly fantastic! You're sure you want someone like me?"

"What are you talking about? You just saved my life and were fearless in the face of a world ending threat. If course I want someone like you."

"I just, usually people don't like the way I think."

The Doctor almost seemed offended. "Do I look like a usual person?"

"Good point."

I looked down in slight embarrassment for bringing it up.

"Hey look at me." The Doctor softly grabbed my shoulder and I tilted my face up to meet his sincere eyes.

"You know what I've found in my nine hundred years of life? I found out the people who get called Quiet or shy have the most interesting thoughts. I found out that the loneliest people end up being the kindest, that the people with disabilities have so much more grit and determination than the people that don't, that the people called slow are the most brilliant when they're done analyzing. that the so called freaks and weirdos of the world are twice as clever and twice as kind."

"Do you know why?" I was near tears and shook my head.

"Because people like you and me have to work twice as hard only to get half as far. We have strength, far beyond that the average eye can see because we're trying to make up for faults by working twice as hard. Our struggles make us more resilient, more creative, and better people. We take it apon ourselves to attempt to appear normal in an attempt to make connections, when in really they should be the ones understanding us."

"You humans are so silly we it comes to different ways of thinking. On gallifrey, you'd be celebrated, not punished for what you call a quote 'disorder'."

I hugged him. I hugged him harder and tighter than any stranger I'd ever hugged before.

Tears. Happy tears flew down my cheek. I loved this stranger, not for his looks or wacky demeanor.

But because there is that silly man's arms I knew again what it felt like to be understood.

We were standing in a world of unknowns, at top a street that had just been invaded but I knew one thing:

"I want to travel with you, Doctor."

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A/N: I'm sorry if you personally don't feel represented in the way I wrote (Y/N) having ADHD and ADD, but I want you to know that I'm only trying to share my experiences as I myself have been diagnosed. I don't want to shame anyone that shares my experiences; just bring them into the light.

[aajjks]

yandere doctor boyfriend! 🫶🏼😩✋🏼

warnings: mentions of sex, YANDERE BEHAVIOUR, controlling behaviour, unhealthy relationships.

- Yandere doctor boyfriend who doesn’t realise the faults in his “normal” behaviour when it comes to you.

- yandere doc!bf who is so in love with this girlfriend that he is almost overbearing, he just wants to take care of you & make sure that you’re healthy at all costs.

- yandere doc!bf who behaves like a guardian more than as a significant other with you, making your meals, picking out your clothes, helping you bathe.

- you are so fragile to him, his precious girl. You are his no 1 priority, even more than his patients.

- yan!doc!bf who monitors your sleeping cycle, period cycles, only to make sure that you’re comfortable and healthy.

- your health is very important to him, you sneeze infront of him? He’s going to lose his shit. You have a headache? He is going to take care of it.

- whenever you’re intimate, he makes sure to be gentle, his touch is light as a feather, he is so obsessed with the way he feels your heart pulsing, his kisses are chaste.

- he can’t hurt you with his carnal lust, hes good at controlling the monster inside of him when it comes to sex.

- will call you 500 times a day just to make sure you’re safe n sound, even if he’s at the hospital.

- you are his most important person. You have to be healthy so you can live long and be with him. He just can’t afford to lose you.

[owen-writes]

Stupidity

10th Doctor x Male Reader

"Well, Doc? What's the diagnosis?" you quip, wincing as the Doctor carefully examines the gash on your arm.

"Stupidity. It's chronic and terminal," he replies with a smirk, fetching the TARDIS's medkit. "Running away from aliens without looking where you're going? That's textbook."

You chuckle, "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, it's not every day you get to sprint through time and space."

"True enough," he concedes, his eyes dancing with amusement as he starts cleaning the wound. "But you have to admit, there are safer ways to get your heart racing."

You shoot him a teasing look, "Are you suggesting I find a hobby less adventurous than time-traveling with you, Doctor?"

He grins, his hands skillfully wrapping a bandage around your arm. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Life's more fun with a bit of danger. Keeps the adrenaline flowing."

"Right, because nothing says 'fun' like narrowly escaping extraterrestrial threats," you remark, watching his focused expression as he tends to your injury.

"Ah, but it's the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the unexpected that makes it all worthwhile," he replies, his fingers grazing your skin gently.

You raise an eyebrow, "Are you trying to distract me from the fact that you're essentially calling me reckless?"

The Doctor looks up, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Maybe I am. But, you know, there's something undeniably attractive about someone who dives headfirst into the unknown."

You can't help but blush at his compliment, "Flattery won't make the pain go away, Doctor."

"Oh, but it might make you forget about it for a moment," he suggests, leaning in a bit closer. "And I must say, you do look rather dashing with a battle wound."

You playfully roll your eyes, "Is that your way of saying I look handsome even when injured?"

He grins, unabashedly flirting, "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I only find you charming when you're at your best. Besides, scars tell a story, and I do love a good story."

As he finishes up with the bandage, the Doctor gently pats your shoulder. "There, good as new. Now, how about we find somewhere a bit safer for our next adventure, hm?"

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. "Sounds like a plan, Doctor. Just try to keep the danger level to a minimum, if you can."

He gives you a mock-innocent look, "Me? Keep things safe? Where's the fun in that?"

And with a playful exchange of banter, you and the Doctor prepare for the next thrilling escapade through time and space.

[wifeyifey]

Hello I wanted to ask if you can possibly write something with Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head where they are jealous because somebody keeps flirting/bugging the s/o or because the s/o talked and laughed with someone else of cours if it’s not a bother to write it😌 hope you have a great day or night🥰

my dear, my friend.... it is never a bother!! Sorry that it took me a couple days!! I'm doing this pretty late at night, so if there are any mistakes I apologize!

Dbd x gn!reader

Description: the killers get a little jealous of someone taking your attention away from them

Authors note: not proofread but man I got a lil carried away haha it's definitely a longer post so it's gonna be under the cut

Deathslinger

Caleb isn’t one to get jealous. It’s more so his annoyance at someone flirting with you and you just laugh it off. Knowing you, you probably don’t even see it as flirting. You probably see it as just friendly behavior. Sometimes you can be oblivious to others intentions when it's flirting. Hell, it took Caleb kissing you for you to notice he’s been genuinely flirting with you this whole time. Man, were you bamboozled. Sure you’re attractive and you’ve flirted with people before, but you never knew when people were doing it back intentionally and not just for shits and giggles. 

You were sitting at the survivors camp after a rough trial with the clown. You shivered just thinking about it. He was definitely the creepiest thing you’ve ever encountered. He always got a little touchy with you and you don’t know why. Anyways, you were sitting with Nea, who was also in the last trial with you, and you were both talking about how if the roles were reversed, you’d mori the clown every time. There was a quiet moment when Nea scooted closer as she was poking the fire with a stick and casually put her head on your shoulder. You thought she was just tired and let her rest for a bit. 

You didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you from the tree line. Caleb sneered at how close Nea was to you. It could be innocent, but he wasn’t so sure so he continued to watch. Nea snapped her head up at the sound of something shuffling in the tree line. She brushed it off and decided to put her arms around the one she was resting against earlier and started whispering in your ear. She was just saying thank you for saving her in the last trial and that she’ll always have your back whenever you’re in trials together. Even though her words were innocent, it felt way too intimate and you were looking up at the others hoping someone would notice your slight discomfort. 

Thank god, there was someone that is good at reading people. Leon was standing and talking with Claudette. He called you over as he was trying to remember details from your time before the Entity. You and Leon had been friends back then, since childhood, and he could see the discomfort in your face and thought it was a great opportunity to call you over. You guys were laughing about what he was telling Claudette and Leon had put his arm over your shoulders. Caleb had just about had enough at this point. 

You and Caleb had a special whistle so that you knew it was him calling you. At least no one has caught onto it yet. At least, that’s what you both thought. As soon as you heard it, so did Leon. I guess you shouldn’t be too surprised when Leon said goodbye to Claudette for the both of you and guided you to where he heard the call. You were both on the edge of the forest when you looked at Leon, “Well, I guess you know this is my stop. I knew you of all people would figure it out,” you chuckled. Leon turned to the forest and whispered, “ I at least know you’re safe when you’re out there (N/N). Love you, take care of yourself until I see you next.” “You know I will, love you too, butthead,” you chuckled after he punched your arm lightly as you walked into the forest. 

You were walking through, but didn’t see Caleb anywhere. “Caleb!” you whisper shouted, looking around for him. “Darlin’, you need to stop being so nice to everyone. They’re gonna think you don’ belong to someone.” You quickly turned to face your lover and reached out to put your arms around his waist. He put one of his hands on your lower back and looked into your eyes with a seriousness you haven’t seen in a while. You let out a sigh, “Caleb, my love… I didn’t mean for anyone to get the wrong idea. You know Leon is harmless.” “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout him. You’ve already given me y’all’s history, baby doll,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m talkin’ bout that handsy girl. Stop bein’ so kind that they think they can touch ya like that.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t think she would try anything. I still don’t think she will, ok? You don’t have to worry about it my sweet man.” Caleb scoffed at the nickname. He always thought it sounded silly, but he dismissed it and gave another kiss to your forehead and led you to his realm trying to be as calm as he can be. “Next time you’re at the camp, just stay in the saloon. If I’m not there I’ll be comin’ for ya darlin’.” “Hmmmm. I’ll think about it. I still have my friends ya know.” “Yeah, well, it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time with me.” You walk just a few steps ahead and smile now knowing he was a little jealous. “Well. If you miss me that bad, I guess I can come around more often.” You turn around quickly, stopping him in his tracks with a small and gruff, “Good. Now get to steppin’,” he said as he turned you around with a small pat to your butt making you let out a yelp.

Wraith

Since he was brought here by the Entity he felt fine with his looks. Until one time he was stalking the survivor’s camp listening to them talk about life. He went back to listen to their stories the next day, but the small group he was near were talking about which of the killers could get a “pass”. He didn’t really get what they meant until they were mentioning attractiveness. Now Philip wasn’t rated last, but he was definitely low on the scale. Only then did he question his appearance.

One day he was having a slow day. Not many trials were happening with him in it and he decided to explore his realm a little. He hated the cars that were around him. None of them were really cool, nor were they noteworthy. However, today has been a slow day for you too. He recognized you from the survivor’s camp and remembered listening to some of your stories. They were really interesting and he remembered how good of a story-teller you were. He could tell from some of your stories, just what kind of person you were. You had such passion and he knows from listening to some of the gossip when there were other groups, that you helped a lot in trials. He never noticed because you were still kinda new and he hasn’t had a trial with you yet.

He was slowly approaching you as you looked inside one of the cars. He rung his bell to see what you’d do, but all you did was look around before continuing to explore his realm. He rung his bell a couple more times as he stalked you throughout the place. You didn’t have much of a reaction to it, so when he finally revealed himself, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. 

“Ahaha. Uh.. so, um. I hope I’m not bothering you. I, uh, just wanted to explore?” you end with a higher pitch hoping it made you seem more innocent and not like you were invading his space. You know he’s a killer and that he could very well hurt you here, but from the small tilt of his head you could tell it’s not going to happen. At least, not yet. You looked up to meet his eyes and slowly reached a hand out. “I’m (Y/N). I’m kinda new here.” He looked down at your hand and grabbed it lightly. You let out a light gasp as you looked down at his hand in yours and turned it over. His hand was warm and you couldn’t help but step closer to the body heat he was providing. You weren’t exactly brought here in warm clothes and there was definitely a breeze in this realm. “(Y/N)!!!! Where are you?!” you heard from the tree line. You looked over to find Mikaela about to enter the realm. Philip quickly let go of your hand and was pulling away from you, “W-Wait!” but he was already gone when you looked at Mikaela again to see if she was coming closer. You sigh in disappointment looking around you before you let out a low, “Bye, I guess.” You tried to warm your arms up before you ran over to the red head and headed back to camp with one last look over your shoulder. 

Philip knew he liked you, You were too soft, too warm to be in a place like this. He definitely had tried to see you back at the survivor’s camp, but he was better at observing than trying to approach you. Today you were talking with a group near where he was hiding. The topic definitely made his ears perk up as he heard someone ask you “Hey, (Y/N), what’s your type?” You laughed a little as you said the classic “tall, dark, and handsome. Haha. Well, that’s true, but also the quiet ones. Ya know, a little shy. I talk a lot so I can definitely hold the conversation for the both of us,” you laugh. While everyone in your group was laughing and talking to each other about their types. Jonah stood up from his spot and sat next to you, “So. Tall, dark, and handsome, huh? You wouldn’t happen to be talking about me now would you?” he said as he draped his arm over your shoulders. Philip could feel himself getting upset with the fact that Jonah was touching you. You chuckled and pushed his arm off, “I don’t know if you were listening, but the keywords were shy and quiet. That is like the opposite of you.” He tried to lean in to whisper to you, but you heard a familiar bell and immediately stood up with a quick “I gotta pee. Bye.” He looked at you confused as you quickly walked into the forest. “Hello?!” You walked further hearing the bell just ahead. Suddenly, there was just silence. You looked around disappointed you didn’t hear or see anything. You were just about to give up and head back towards the camp when you turned and saw him. “H-Hi. I’ve been looking for you ya know?” He stepped towards you and kneeled down a bit. “You really saved me back there. He was definitely getting too close for comfort.” You looked into his eyes and stepped towards him a bit. Leaning down he got to your level so that you were face-to-face.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him and shivered a bit, you lifted your hand as you were about to touch his face, but you hesitated. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his face himself. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes for a moment. You could feel him relax, but all of a sudden you heard Jonah’s voice yelling out your name. Philip snapped his eyes open and with a small growl he grabbed you around your waist and stood to his full height and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms around his neck. He jingled his bell and you were no longer in the forest and back in his realm. “Mine,” he said softly enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, still wrapped in his arms and rested your head on his shoulder, “Sure thing, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”

Doctor

Herman is quite the sadist when it comes to the survivors. You included. However, he has calmed down quite a bit with you as your relationship grew. Since he loved making observations, he would often watch you guys at the survivors camp and how you interacted with everyone. He was trying to see what your relationships were like with the other survivors.

He is 100% a possessive man. You are his and he very much would like to keep it that way. He didn’t even stop his observations when you were in trials with him. He was excited to have you in his trial today. There were some new survivors and he wanted to see how they interacted with others. Herman was chasing one of the new survivors. 

Vittorio was running as fast as he could when he was running up behind two other survivors. He only recognized one which was you, you’ve saved him a couple times when he didn’t know what was going on, and the other was some woman he didn’t know yet. Herman let out a loud laugh as he was creeping up to the three of you when the woman he knows to be Haddie decided to drop a palette. However, this palette happened to almost fall on you, but Vittorio managed to grab you by your waist and save you from being squished under the massive palette. You, Vittorio, and Herman looked at the fallen palette then at Haddie who was running away. Herman was not happy about Haddie, but was cautious about Vittorio’s arm around your waist and the fact that he was pulling you away from Herman. Herman was trying to be logical about the events as he broke the palette and you and your new companion ran off into the opposite direction of Haddie. As soon as he got his hands on her he shocked her until the screaming stopped. He didn’t mori her. No, that was too easy. He hooked her as soon as he found one. 

He was now on the hunt for the other survivors and you. He had finally found the one that wasn’t a part of the earlier ordeal and hooked them. You heard the scream when you were working on a generator with Vittorio. “I should go grab them. Have you seen a med pack anywhere?” you ask as you stand up from the now functioning generator. He stood up and shook his head no. “I didn’t know to grab them.” “That’s ok! I’ll just have to look for it on my way to the other survivor. You go work on the last generator,” you smile at him and he nods as he heads off.

You obviously run into Herman and he wouldn’t let you pass without giving him a small kiss on the cheek and him giving you a small shock on the ass as you ran away. You grab Jill off the hook and hear the final generator roar to life which obviously meant you could escape to the camp. You and Jill run as fast as you can towards the exit, but Herman is hot on your tail. He must’ve been waiting around the wall the hook was on. You didn’t want to leave Jill behind so you grabbed her hand and ran faster. You both see the exit in front of you, but as you got closer Jill tripped over herself and brought you down with her. You groaned as you hit the ground. Herman was about to go over her and to grab you when you suddenly got yanked up by Vittorio who brought you through the gate to safety. Herman was not happy about this turn of events. Why is this man so keen on protecting you? Why are his hands on you whenever you guys are around each other?

You sighed as you guys reached camp without Jill. Haddie was already sitting by the camp and Vittorio was mad at how she put you in danger when you helped everyone in the trial, even her. He guided you to another part of the camp with his hand on your lower back. “Is everything ok?” you ask him. “Yes. I just don’t appreciate how she endangered you and ran off,” he jerked his head in Haddie’s direction. “It’s ok. Not everyone reciprocates your help. That’s just how it is here,” you say softly. “That makes no sense. Does she have no shame?” You smile and decide you better tell him about this place some more. You sat Vittorio down and talked to him about how things work around here. He was actively listening to you when you realized how tired you were from the last trial. 

With a small goodbye, you got up to go to Herman’s realm as he should be back by now. You were walking through the forest towards the loud zaps of electricity. “That new survivor is quite touchy isn’t he, darling?” you hear him say as you walk into his lab. “No, he was just trying to make sure I was ok since I was helping him. He’s new and I can’t help but at least give him some tips.” “Good thing you’re so nice? Hmm?” “ What are you trying to insinuate, Doctor Carter?” you cross your arms across your chest as you lean against the table he was writing notes down about today’s trial. He looked up quickly, “Nothing. Nothing. I’m not insinuating anything. I’m simply stating the man is touchy, that's all my love.” “Yeah, well I remember what it was like being new. You aren’t exactly the easiest first killer to deal with.” “No, you’re right. I guess I’m not,” he chuckled. “Guess not,” you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his lips.

Pyramid Head

It’s been a couple days since you’ve seen your big and buff monster of a boyfriend. He hasn’t had a trial with you and you’ve managed to be chased by monstrous killers that weren’t him. Such disappointment. You were sitting at the camp since sitting by the fire was much more comforting than the elementary school. You don’t exactly have a bed or anything there. It can also get lonely when you have been waiting for him for a couple days. 

There was one person who had been sitting near you that you never really got to know yet. He seemed kind of like an outsider which is weird considering the circumstances. You had nothing better to do anyways. “Psst. Hey! Jeff. Come over here real quick!” you called out to him. He looked to his side and then at you. He funnily enough pointed himself and looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes and scooted over to him. “Got any good bedtime stories?” you ask sweetly. “Listen, kid. My bedtime stories are probably not as interesting as yours. I know you’ve been here longer than me. Word around town is you’re even sleeping with the enemy.” “Man, you are just a bundle of joy ain’t ya,” you chuckled. “I could care less about your personal life. Being here is one hell of a ride. I wouldn’t be surprised if I went after that plague woman,” you instantly ease up and chuckle a bit. “Ahh, so you’re type is powerful, deadly, and gorgeous huh?” Jeff laughed and said “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he poked the fire with a stick. “At least we got something in common,” you both chuckle at that.

You spent the rest of the night just talking about your life before this place. He seems like a pretty cool guy. He reminds you of one of your uncles with some of the things he says. He even told you that you reminded him of his younger sibling. By the end of the night you guys practically made a fake family pact then decided to take a nap before you get pulled into a trial.

You wake up with a gasp because you felt yourself being launched onto the shoulder of your hunk of a man. “P-Pyra?” you wheezed out as he put you down gently. You looked up at him when he brushed his hand against your face. You melt into him and wrap your arms around his chest. You heard a groan come from his helmet as he wrapped his arm without his weapon around you tightly. When you pulled away he grabbed your arm and wrote on your forearm and small ‘IMY’ with his finger. You leaned up a little and placed a small kiss on his peck. “I missed you too, big guy.” 

As the trial went on and you somehow got the generators working with the help of Jeff. You didn’t see Pyramid Head anywhere as you were running to the gate with Jeff, but in normal klutzy fashion, you tripped over the corner of a palette. Pyra finally showed up and was about to grab you for some alone time when Jeff just yanked you up and over his shoulder as he ran out the exit. All you heard was a roar from your lover as you made it to the survivors camp. After settling everything with Jeff at the camp. You headed out to Pyra’s realm hoping to finally have some alone time. 

Stepping into his realm you see him entering the school in the distance and you quickly run to catch up to him. “Pyra!” He keeps walking as if you didn’t say anything. You think he didn’t hear you so when you get to the entrance and follow him down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind. “Bubby? Why’d you walk off?” He groaned a little in annoyance. You know it’s not at you though. You put your hands under his shirt and run your hands up and down his stomach and pecs. “I love you, you know that right?” He nodded a little and you pull his top up just above your head and placed kisses on the exposed skin. “I just made a friend in that guy that got me at the end. We talked earlier when I couldn’t find you, and we just reminded each other of family from before this place. That’s all bub.” He turned and his tongue snuck out the corner of his mask and gave you a lil lick on the cheek making you laugh and let go of him. You both knew everything was alright.

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[touchstarved-astronaut]

Hey so just wondering if anyone noticed that the current production company of Doctor Who is called Bad Wolf

Y’all can look it up yourselves if you don’t believe me but here’s proof according to Wikipedia

I haven’t watched doctor who in ages and I’m absolutely not up to date with the last few seasons but oh my god WHAT are the chances

[the-lost-girl-in-the-tardis]

I've already got something I have to finish writing out. Well more like two something's but.

What about a fic where the reader is bored on the Tardis. Maybe the Doctor had to do some repairs. Maybe she needed to refuel. And to pass the time reader decides to ask the Doctor how to say some words in Galifreyen.

They start with simple things. Like "Hi." "Hello." "My name is."

And it's such a quiet domestic moment. The reader is stumbling over the words. Something so fluid and pretty to say but hard to wrap their tongue around it.

The reader is trying so hard. They want to be able to speak with the Doctor in their native tongue. So that they can hear their language spoken. So that maybe. Just maybe it won't die with him.

And then they're laughing. Eyes bright as they once again fumble. Giggling to themselves as they try to even their breath and the Doctor just.

"I love you." Spoken in Galifreyen. And of course the reader doesn't understand it. All they can see is the Doctor going all wide eyes. Face flushed as they clear their throat and look away.

"You haven't told me that one. What does that mean?" And when they won't look back the reader places a hand on their shoulder. "Doctor?"

The Doctor doesn't want to admit it. Not yet. Not now. (Oh but they do. Oh how they really do.)

"It's hard to translate into your language but." They clear their throat again. Trailing a hand along the Tardis's railing. "It's a name for a close friend. A saying of sorts." They press their hand to their chest. Over the twin beating hearts. And oh how they are beating. Pounding. Begging them to tell you how they feel.

"Friend of my hearts. One who is close to the hearts." They shrug."Or something close to that." The Doctors breath leaving them when they see you glance away. Brows furrowed as you think. Soft lips moving. Speaking without speaking then.

"I love.. Shit.. I love y..you." A grin so bright it blinded them then. "I love you."

And oh how the Tardis falls away. The Doctor focused on you and only you.

Oh how those words replay. Over and over again.

[the-fiction-witch]

Life

Media Doctor Who

Character The Doctor (Eleventh)

Couple Doctor X Reader (Prior Companion)

Rating Sweet Af

This is a lil trial so if you like it! let me know!

I scrubbed the bottles and cups with my sponge and hummed to myself when I perked up as I heard the unmistakable sound. I set down my dishes and headed out of my little house to see the familiar blue box on my garden grass. The door opened and he stepped out looking almost exactly as I last saw him but there was more gravity to his eyes, more darkness there than I had last seen. He wore the same suit his hair the same and he smiled at me.

I chuckled as I put my hands in my pockets, "Been a while since I saw you doctor,"

"Did I inspire you?" He smirked as he looked at my outfit,

I looked down at my outfit, my little white sneakers, my black leggings, long sleeve white t-shirt, blue pinafore and white headband in my hair, "Somewhat." I shrugged putting my hands in my pockets, "How long has it been for you? Since we saw each other last?"

"...I don't know," he sighed, "I'm fairly convinced... a few months, a few years, It's hard to keep track of these things."

"Six years."

"Six?"

"Six years since you left."

"...God I've wasted time." He sighed running a hand over his face,

"It's alright, I know it passes quick for you,"

"It never gets any easier. To see how people change when I come back." He explained,

"What are you doing here?"

"... a bit of a farewell tour, I had to come visit one of my favourite humans."

"Quiet the compliment, Tea?" I offered,

"Pop the kettle on Y/n." He smiled so I led him into the house, "quiet the place,"

"Well I had time," I laughed, "You still take Three sugars?" I asked as I went to the kitchen and began to make two cups of tea the basic reflex of it all coming back to me even after six years to make the two teas as perfectly desired,

"You still remember? Still, care?"

"Hard not to care about a man you spent so long of your life flying around space and time with," I laughed handing him his tea and taking my own having a seat on the sofa,

He had a sip and sat down beside me and we chatted between the sips of tea, "what have you been up to then? the last six years."

"Living I suppose, It's a little strange to just come back and settle into a normal life after everything... I mean... You took me to the edge of the universe. To the beginning and the end of time. To sights and sounds, I'd never even imagined... And then I come back and ... get a mortgage"

"Ugh normality," he grimaced,

"It's not all bad, I've built a decent if... dull life by comparison."

"You miss it? Travelling?"

"I miss it. But... life goes on. I'm happy."

"I'm glad to hear it." He smiled, "That you're enjoying it,"

"I am." I nodded,

"Do you ever think of about going back?" he asked,

"I don't know," I answered, "So much has changed,"

"You like living here then? No more living out of suitcases and the tardis' wardrobes exploring the ends of the universe."

I giggled, "No, no more of that. I like living here. Built a career, a life, filled my house with trinkets from adventures."

"quiet the life, all that's left is a wedding and a baby,"

I did my best to save face but, "I uhh yeah... divorced so."

"Oh... sorry. I-"

"It's alright, don't worry over it,"

"I am sorry, really I am sorry," he said as he took my hand, "I don't mean to bring up bad memories,"

"It's fine. really." I nodded squeezing his hand,

"Anything else I should know I missed?"

I smiled and squeezed his hand tugging him with me as I set down my mug, I led him upstairs to the bedroom I let him go and headed inside to the room filled with stary wallpaper, sweet blue fabrics, the shadow of the star lamp on the ceiling, and the little crib to the side, I leant on the side of the crib and he came over to have a look too.

He smiled and leant on the crib with me too, he laughed and looked down at him.

"This is Danny,"

"Danny." he smiled, "I love it, perfect name, brilliant name," He smiled, "May I?"

"So long as you don't wake him, doctor," I laughed picking Danny up and handing him over,

"Ohhh Hello," he smiled as he held Danny in his arms, "You're my new best friend aren't you Danny,"

"Ohh I bet he will be," I smiled, "He loves stories about you,"

"He does?"

"Of course, he loves them. there his favourite stories for bedtime," I smiled, "Ohh almost forgot, he'll get grumpy without his favourite toy." I laughed as I took Danny's little crotchet sonic screwdriver from the crib and let Danny hold it in his little hand,

"You made it for him?"

"Yeah, I figured he'd like it."

"Maybe, he always waves it at the light switch when he wants them turned on,"

"Like his own little sonic screwdriver," he chuckled, "He'll be ready to head off through time and space pretty soon,"

"I think so," I laughed,

"You're a very good mother to him Y/n,"

"I do my best," I laughed,

"You must be, he loves your stories, loves his toys gets his beautiful eyes from you,"

"I kinda hope he didn't get much from his father,"

"Was his father that bad?"

"He was a jackass. some men are."

"Some men are." He chuckled before he pulled out his screwdriver pointing it to the starlight and after a few seconds, the cheap white star and moon-shaped shadows turned into vibrant colours and views of the stars of planets, stars, and galaxies full of colour and life, moving gently with a spin and sweep across the white ceiling.

"You-"

"My little gift. for Danny," He smiled, "so he can look up at the stars,"

"Thank you," I smiled,

he set Danny back in his crib to sleep, and we headed back to the sofa,

"Why are you here doctor?" I asked,

"Visiting." He smiled,

"You haven't visited once in six years, why not?"

"Because I missed you, I miss everyone but... I missed you most."

"Thank you, I missed you too."

"did you ever think that you'd be a mother back when we were travelling? Or did you ever think about it when travelling the universes, settling down and having a child?" He asked,

"Admit it very rarely entered my mind. So much else going on." I explained holding my mug in hand and stroking it between my fingers, "But it had always been there the desire to settle down and have a child."

"You deserve to finally rest and raise a child, life is hard and it's nice to have a little bit of hope and peace in your life. I just hope that you are truly happy that you are finally able to settle down somewhere and be content,"

"I am happy," I nodded, "But... can I tell you a secret?"

"I won't tell a soul,"

I blushed running my hands along the curve of the mug, "I always thought It would be with you... Settling down I mean. Crossed my mind more than once over all those years to imagine a room in the Tardis with a crib and a universe's worth of toys, and a baby... with you,"

He blushed a little, "Really?" He asked, "We went through so much together and now you're telling me you were really thinking about settling down with me,"

"I did. Guess I was a stupid little girl then..."

His smile widened, "You weren't stupid,"

"No?"

"No, and if it means anything. I was thinking about it too."

"What?"

"I did,"

"why didn't you ever tell me?"

"All of time and space... I never found the time," He said, "but I did always wonder about what would have happened if we did just settle down and have a nice quiet little life together,"

"it would have been nice... It must have been hard then ... To just leave me here?"

"I wanted you to stay with me... that's the thing, that was the hardest for me, it was extremely difficult leaving you. I wanted to stay and stay with you forever,"

I finally met his eyes, "Wanted? or still want?"

he didn't answer leaving us in silence for a moment before his hand gently took my cheek and his lips pressed gently against my own, I blushed hard and softly kissed back, until he pulled away his nose against my own,

"Do you really need me to answer that?"

"...More than anything,"

"Yes, it's always been yes. always will be yes." He smiled as he happily kissed me again, I kissed back excitedly until we pulled away.

"If it is still what you want," I whispered, "It's here waiting for you,"