I Have A One Shot I'm Writing But Lord Idk If It's Any Good Lol. We'll See.

I have a one shot I'm writing but lord idk if it's any good lol. We'll see.

The Doctors as perfumes

Look. I should be working on a fic I started.

I'm doing this instead.

All of these a perfumes I have and many of them are unisex. If anyone wants a link to these just ask!

Ninth Doctor: Memoirs of a trespasser - Imaginary Authors

Notes: Madagascar Vanilla

Guaiacwood

Myrrh

Benzoin Resin

Ambrette Seeds

Oak Barrels

This is one of my favorites. It's nice and smokey and reminds me of old books and the smell of woodsmoke. It's also a very comforting smell. If it were a person it would be someone who's very comforting in a protective way.

Tenth Doctor: Lightning Storm- Nui Cobalt

Notes: An intense blend for calling down the thunder. Petrichor and ozone, electrified metal, cold musk, bergamot, lime zest, cracked pink peppercorn, copal smoke, Indian myrrh, and teakwood. Wear when you're ready to turn your magic all the way up.

This perfume oil smells like spice and something warm. Kind of like drinking a spiced tea and sitting near a warmed wood stove. It's as close as I can get to what I imagine he would wear. Something suitable for The Oncoming Storm.

Eleventh Doctor: Middle Earth- Hexennaught

Notes: chocolate, amber, nag champa, dark patchouli.

Look. It's the name in a good classic book. That's the reason why I personally bought it. The patchouli in this is not overpowering at all and is a good balance for the chocolate in it. Its not overly sweet but its not dark and bitter. Something I think suits this generations sweet and goofy to dark and serious demeanor.

It also lasts and lingers no matter what you do. It's rememberable in the way that your incapable of letting it go. That being said I wear this one all the time.

Twelfth Doctor: Telegrama- Imaginary Authors.

Notes:Talc

Lavender Absolute

Black Pepper

Teak

Amyris

Vanilla Powder

Fresh Linens

The moment I thought of this generation it was this perfume that sprung to mind. There's no lavender to my nose but it definitely smells like fresh laundry and a nice spiced cologne.

Thirteenth Doctor: Sundrunk- Imaginary Authors Elish Eau de Parfum

Notes: Sundrunk -Neroli

Rhubarb

Honeysuckle

Rose Water

Orange Zest

First Kiss

Elish Eau de Parfum- top notes Sugar, Red Berries and Mandarin Orange; middle notes are Vanilla, Cacao, Spicy Notes and Rose; base notes are Tonka Bean, Amber, Musk and Woody Notes.

I have yet to fully get to watch thirteen's run but this is what id imagine she wear. Sundrunk is such a beautiful neroli perfume and perfect for summer. It's very fun and outgoing.

Billie Eilish's perfume smells like a warm spiced chai tea. It's warm and comforting and really draws you in.

So I just heard that when two black holes are close to colliding any object around them can travel back in time.

What if the TARDIS is constantly crashing and pulling two very old black holes apart to travel back and forward in time?

A piece of me. A part of you.

Pairing: The Doctor x reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver

Warnings: N/A

An: It has been a hot minute lol. I'm thinking about doing a mini series of various one shots with a specific type of reader in mind. This is mostly just a quick idea of sorts to figure it out. I'll be tagging all of these ones, if I do it, as readerreader until I figure out a better name lol. Anyways enjoy this one! Any feedback is welcome!

"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold."

- Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via woodlandfawn)

"Are you mad at me?" You asked. Your voice wavered. Spoke the pain you felt.

"Mad?" The Doctor asked softly. Held you closer in his arms. "Why would I be?" He trailed off. Pulled your hand into his. "Y/n." A whisper. Your name is uttered in such soft reverence.

"Please Doctor." You sounded meek. Tired. God so tired. "Tell me." You look up. Your damp cheek still pressed to his chest. "Please."

He brought your hand to his lips. Layed a kiss on broken and bloody knuckles. His jaw clenched. His eyes soft as he looked at you. "Never. Not of this."

.

.

.

He held a lifetime of sorrow. Carried it in a body hewn of ancient stone. Drowned in a pain beyond your comprehension. The Doctor has faced beings claiming God has spoken to death and was spared her hallowed curse. Yet he came out the victor. The lone man in a blue box condemned to live out a life loss and ruin.

There are times you catch a glimpse of him. Genuine moments of his joy. Of his love for learning. Such as now. On a cool, crisp day. Breathing in the mountain air of a foreign planet. He speaks to you, almost tripping over his own tongue as he tells you of the planets history. Its people. He tells you of events as if he has lived them. And perhaps he did. Watched as the first mountains formed.

Did he hold his breath as the first green sprout rose from rich soil? Did he know of that tree? Breathed in the air it gave as it towered miles high into the air? The crown of it touching the clouds. Daring to break the atmosphere and touch the stars just as he did.

You say nothing. Hold his hand while he speaks. You look into eyes that have seen both the birth and death of the universe.

If you listen. Catch your breath. You can hear the TARDIS. The cry of alien animals. Although the Doctor would tell you that "You are just as alien to them as they are to you." You smile at the memory that thought brings up. On a far warmer planet that had a sky of deep violet hues.

Your face warms when the Doctor waves a hand in front of you.

"Are you even listening? I am being very clever you know." You chuckle. Slightly embarrassed at being caught lost in your thoughts.

"I am. I promise. I just." You pause. Get lost in the look he gave you. One brow rose and a flicker of a smile on his lips before he looks away.

You would give anything to see yourself through his eyes. To see what he saw in you. To know what he deemed worthy enough to keep you around.

"Come along then." The Doctor pulled you towards a worn foot path. "There's a town nearby that I want to show you. It has the nicest little shops." Slowly he fades out. Eyes following the curve of your profile. Lost in the look of your eyes. A fresh view in the planet he often visited.

Yet you were the first companion he brought here. The first to view this small piece of peace he so desperately clung to. And he showed you as if to say. Here I am layed bare, open. See the part of me that I keep hidden. Please notice the peace. The untainted memory he so desperately held onto.

His own lips copy the curve of your smile. Finding his own happiness at your joy of another alien world. Caught in new sights and smells. He watches as you call out. Greet people unknown to you.

You have grown since you've first met. No longer cold and calloused to the world. Finding your own softness after being walled off for so long.

You nod as you pass yet another. The people of this planet range in brillent hues of blue. Each of them shifting darker in shade as they age. Their "hair" was a tuble like tendrel that they held great care for. They decorated them with jewels and golden clasps. Horns sprouted from the tops of their heads. Curling like a rambs as they grew older. From this was draped a sheer fabric. A religious practice for some. They have four arms. The bottom set wrapped around their torso when not in use.

You nod your head at a passing couple clothed in deep green hues. A child between them skin such a pale blue it was almost white. Your head nods. Eyes closed. The Doctor copied you from by your side.

A polite greeting that they copy in turn. They tell you of festivities being held in town. An important one for them. Something only held every one hundred years.

These people live for centuries. A long life of peace and deep appreciation of the arts and sciences. They yearn and crave knowledge.

The Doctor grins. Laughs and waves goodbye at the family and pulls you further down the path. Through fog covered trees and over a stone bridge. His hand still in yours as you reach the town.

And oh it was stunning. Filled with the laughter of children and foreign food wafting in the air. Sweet and aromatic. Spice intermingling with the pine like scent of the woods.

What you could only call orbs floated high into the hair. Multi colored balls all shades of the rainbow

Children ran past you. The Doctors hand slipping from your own. His gaze follows the children running towards the bridge you just crossed. Their laughter rung. High and bright.

With a hand between your shoulders the Doctor leads you towards various stalls. Having you try different foods. Drinks. Even getting you a trinket or two. Silver bangles on your wrists. A new ear cuff shaped like a dragon from Earth's folk tales. Takes that held some tune of truth to them.

The day blends into the night. Your full. Body satisfied by a different blend of food. Even so you held a warm drink in your hand. The Doctor had lead you to a high hillside above the town. The two of you sat on dewy grass beneath twin moons.

You shivered. Wishing you had brought a warmer jacket. You took a sip of your drink. Sweet and almost chocolaty. It was caffeinated almost like a coffee. You bumped your shoulder against the Doctor who in turn nudged you back. "Why did we come up here again?" You asked. The Doctor smiles.

"They hold a light show. Drape thier bodies in the floating lights you've seen all night. " His voice is soft. Far off in a memory. One you're soon about to make. "They dance. Tell the story of their people. It's a long one. Sad and filled with pain and trauma. But they tell it. Teach their young about their history and just how difficult peace was to achieve." He begins to add more but stops when the dancing begins.

Light waves. Rolls across the town like water on the ocean. Breaking and scattering when it hits the edge of their home.

They dance and sing. So much pain and sorrow held in their story. It calls out to you. Transfixes you. It also speaks of hope. Of faith.

The Doctor says nothing. Watches you as you watch the town. Colors dance across you skin. Flash in your bright eyes. You face is soft. Small minute expressions only he could see. He has seen this a thousand times and will a thousand more. But he thinks. Just this time. He is seeing it for the first time again through you. And it stills his hearts. Warms his chest.

He sees a part of himself in you. A desperate need to learn. To see. And he knows you see yourself in him to. The hurting. The pain. The coldness. Often he wonders how the both of you got along. How the both of you balance each other out.

You got to grow softer. Learn to give a kindest you so desperately fought for. Learn to give it to others so that you to may get it.

The Doctor got to see things in fresh eyes. To relearn the reason why he ran off in that blue box in the first place. He saw a piece of himself in you. And perhaps you part of himself in you.

Donna has been and always will be my favorite companion. I was able to connect with her more and she will always hold a special place in my hear.

Everything And More

Pairing: The Doctor x reader. Not specifying which Doctor. 

Type: Platonic

Warnings:None

Song: I see you- Missio

AN: So I hope you enjoy this. This is the first, well first Doctor who fic i’ve posted online. This was a spur of the moment thing so please don’t be to mad at the short length. I hope that this helps you all in some way. Let me know what you think and hopefully I can figure out the tags for the Doctor Who fandom.

I dug the heels of my hands into my thighs as I gazed into the space before me. The sky was kissed with a thousand and one stars. Little flecks of white splashed against a black background.Then there were a few that were close enough for me to be able to see the planets orbiting them. The Doctor had told me that one day we would see them. When the ground was a little more green and the sky a little less blue. 

I resisted the urge to reach my hand out in an attempt at a mock caress. The artist in me wanted to capture each and every swirling galaxy and shooting comet into a canvas. To smear a brush against the nothing-ness it holds and make a universe all my own.

Maybe then I could see myself as a little more than nothing.

I could hear the steady thrum of the Tardis behind me. The slow breathing like sound accompanied by a mechanical beating. It throws me back into a time from when I was little and I had fallen asleep against my fathers chest. Between that steady thrum and the site before me. It helped with alleviating my anxiety. Quelling any fears I may have had that day and brought with it some company.

The Doctor came sitting down next to me wiping his hands with an already greasy cloth. The only reason why I have been able to sit here was because the Tardis needed some repairs. The poor girl had gotten hit on a particularly nasty adventure that had included, but was not limited to, a talking shoe, a bad hallucination, and giant fusion cannon. Which of those were real i’ll never know. The Doctor pocketed a few tools before he glanced over at me. A faint smile spread across his face as he looked out into the scene before us.

“What has you so quiet today?” I shrugged my shoulders and folded my hands into my lap.

“Nothing. Nothing important anyways.” At that he frowned. For some reason the Doctor hated it when I said anything about me wasn’t important. Be it what I was doing or how I felt about something. Never understood that bit. Normally when I told people that it was nothing they would leave it at that. But then again, maybe that’s what the problem was. Everyone would ask you how you were feeling. Maybe why you were acting differently than normal. But that was it. It’s a ‘‘polite’‘ thing to do. Such as saying hello to that stranger or a ‘have a good day’ to a friend. No one really cared or would want to listen. So it’s just easier to say ‘it’s nothing’ and leave it at that.

Except for him. It was never left at ‘its nothing’ or ‘im fine’. I’m still not sure on whether or not I liked it. For one it helped get my emotions out. On the other hand it left me feeling vulnerable before a man who could do anything he wanted with this information. Be it helpful or harmful. The only one who knew what truly went on in my head when all was quiet around me.

“Now don’t say that. That’s right up there with the no running off rule. No shoving stuff off. Now.” He shoves his shoulder against mine lightly. “Tell me what’s going through that mind of yours.” I fiddle with a ring on my finger. Twisting and turning the thick piece of metal out of nervous habit.

“I..I.” I fumble with my words. I never have been good at explaining how I feel. But, to be honest, I’m more afraid of what he’ll do when he finds out about the thoughts running through my head. Will it make him leave me? Will he think less of me? 

Will the Doctor call me sick as well?

I don’t think I could tell you why I care about his opinion so much. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he’s absolutely brilliant. Seemingly un-flawed in every way. This was the man that had saved hundreds. He was the man those looked up to, put faith and their hope into. 

And then there was me. Stupid, frumpy, anxiety filled me. The one who got looked over. The one who was forgotten. The one who would always break down in their room after a bad adventure. I really and truly wasn’t much of-

A hand catches the bottom of my chin and turns me to look at the Doctors face.

“You always worry away at the ring when somethings bad.” His hand comes up to cup the side of me face his thumb softly rubbing just bellow my eye. “Please. Let me help.” But why? I took in a sharp breath of air and began to cry.

“M’sorry. M’sorry. Sorry.” My shoulders heave up and down as I began sob my fingers dig into my legs as I try to grab onto something. Anything to hold me down onto this world. Within the Tardis.  

The Doctor pulled me close to him and placed a kiss on the top of my head. His arms wrap tightly around me as I grab a hold of  his jacket. Gathering a fist full of the fabric into my hands.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Do you understand Y/n? Never will you have to apologize, least of all to me.” He pulls back and cups my face forcing me to look at him. His eyes were intense and his lips were pressed tightly together. Little worry lines made home on his forehead and in the creases of his eyes. “You, my dear, are everything and more. Don’t let those thoughts over take you. Don’t let them win. I know it can be hard to fight then off, oh believe me I know.”  He wiped away the tears still spilling down the sides of my face.

“Don’t you see Y/n? This isn’t something you have to do alone. I’m here. I’m always here. The Tardis is here for you to. She cares. She knows.” I broke down all of my sorry’s dying before they could reach past my lips. 

“I know you feel small sometimes Y/n. I know you feel forgotten and lost. But you’re. Wherever you may go, however old you may get. I’ll always be here. So please, don’t cry. You are everything and more to me. It breaks my hearts that you think like this. So please. Let me fix it.”