Silly Human Games (10th Doctor X Reader)

Silly human games (10th doctor x reader)

Summary: imagine playing Pictionary with the (10th) Doctor

Warnings: none

Words: 600ish

It wasn’t very often that you had downtime in the TARDIS, it seemed like you were always running into trouble. Or rather, running away from it. You tried your best to maintain some semblance of normality around the spaceship, usually by cooking dinner one night a week for the team. For the most part, these dinners just included The Doctor, Donna, and you. This week, a surprise visitor joined you in the form of Captain Jack Harkness.

After a casual dinner of fish and chips, the four of you had settled down in the control room, drinking and laughing. You weren’t sure when, or how many drinks in, but someone had suggested a lighthearted game of Pictionary. Not two minutes later, you found yourself holding a marker in front of a massive whiteboard. You were trying, and frankly failing, to draw popcorn. “The Trifid nebula!” The Doctor shouted, jumping out of his seat with excitement. You shook your head, tapping the board impatiently. “Mars?” He asked, less confident this time.

“How does that,” You pointed at your drawing, “Look like mars?!”

“It’s round?” He said sheepishly, a scarlet flush tinting his cheeks. Jack let out a booming laugh, gently taking the marker from your hands. You smiled lightly and returned to your seat next to The Doctor.

“It was popcorn,” you whispered, slipping your hand into his. He smiled down at you, and it looked like he was almost going to say something.

“Hairdryer!” Donna shouted, interrupting the moment.

“Yes!” The captain grinned, “That’s 10 points for us,” He added another tally to the board, “And two for you.” The score didn’t bother you. Frankly, you were more than happy to steal a ‘normal’ moment with The Doctor. However, he seemed irked by the loss. “Your turn, Space Man,” Jack said, tossing the marker to The Doctor. Begrudgingly, he let go of your hand to catch it.

You watched The Doctor lovingly as he picked a slip of paper from the cup and glared at it. You liked the way his expressive eyebrows drew together, a worry wrinkle the only thing separating them. Convinced the word written on the paper wasn’t going to change, The Doctor slipped it into his pocket and started drawing. You watched as his slender fingers directed the marker, drawing perfectly straight lines effortlessly.

“Castle?” you guessed after a while, but The Doctor just kept drawing. “Nail Varnish?” you asked, tilting your head to look at the drawing from a new angle. The Doctor shook his head and started frustratingly underlining his messy drawing. “The TARDIS?” You guessed in a last-ditch attempt. The Doctor shook his head again, his spiky hair bobbing in the process.

“Tennis court,” The Doctor explained, clearly dejected. He set the marker down and made his way back to you, leaning over your seat slightly. “I don’t think I like this game much anymore,” He added in a hushed voice meant for you. You nodded in understanding, using your thumb to rub reassuring circles on his hand.

You yawned loudly, the action gathering the attention of the room. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” you smiled, rubbing your eyes.

“You just don’t like losing,” Jack said, nudging your shoulder playfully. You stuck your tongue out in response, not wanting to further encourage his antics.

“You just don’t want to admit we crushed it,” Donna smiled mischievously, slipping her coat on. She grabbed the captain’s arm and dragged him out the door, his hands grabbing onto his own coat last minute. Once the two of them had left the ship, you turned and smiled at The Doctor.

“I don’t like your silly human games,” He admitted, his hand rubbing his neck anxiously. You giggled, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before walking away.

then the doctors foot slips and he falls, hence making him ‘discover’ gravity

a doctor who episode where the doctor and their companion hide in a tree and take turns pelting apples at issac newton

Doctor Who is about the human condition, it’s about silly outfits, it’s about the power ordinary people can wield, it’s about ridiculous haircuts, it’s about the abiding love for humanity, it’s about one alien weirdo and their jealous girlfriend of a time machine, it’s about helping the most vulnerable, it’s about christmas-cracker-level puns, it’s about protecting the innocent, it’s about a butch Australian lesbian flirting with her alien scientist roommate, it’s about how good will always triumph over evil, it’s about two platonic besties passing their shared brain cell back and forth, it’s about kindness and the intrinsic power of hope, it’s about a sapphic alien making heart-eyes whenever her bestie talks about reversing the polarity-

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“Alright! Welcome back to the Late Late show!” James Corden announces as he places himself behind 5 red boxes The 4 One Direction members stood behind him on stage.

“Here’s how it works,” He gestures to the boxes in front of him. “We have 5 boxes, inside four of them is the word ‘safe’ but in the remaining one is the word ‘tattoo’.”

The boys look at the each other as they stand beside each other. Harry and Louis looking relaxed as ever while Niall looks like he could gather gallons of sweat just in one second.

You sit in the front row of the audience off to the side and watch all of them, “My poor babies.” You hold onto your best friends hand as she sits next to you. Catching Harry’s eyes you quickly flash a thumbs up, getting a small smile in return.

James proceeds to explain the rules to the audience and they cheer every once in a while. He goes to interview each boy on their levels of nervousness, hopefully soothing Niall a little, “How do you feel about this?”

Naill, being the sweetheart he is, nervously looks around, “Not great. Regretting it honestly.”

“Alright, sorry buddy. You’re first!” James announced.

Niall walks up to the box closest to the edge of the bench and takes it to his podium on a separate stage.

Harry smiles as James approaches him next, “Harold, how arr you feeling about this?”

Harry laughs in response, “I’m actually fine.” He’s then instructed to pick up a box.

He walks to the bench and looks to wear your sitting, “Which one?” You point to the left till he picks the one you chose.

James shakes his head, “None of that! Then we’ll have to blame Y/N.” You blush under everyones gaze, luckily it’s all in good fun and they laugh.

Louis and Liam then pick their boxes and head to the podiums next to Harry and Niall. James walks to the bench with the one remaining box, “Alright, what a choice. Y/N, what box do you think I should choose?”

You laughed waving him off bashfully, “Stop it!”

He playfully laughed with you and went behind his podium in the middle of the stage.

Tensions were high in the studio as everyone waiting for Liam to open the lid of his box. He unlatched the box and opened to the audience, SAFE.

Everyone cheered as Liam breathed a sigh of relief, “Okay. I’m scared and it’s not even my turn! Louis, you’re next!”

Louis opened his box, SAFE.

Niall having a mini panic attack over the possibility that he had to get a tattoo. He looked around the audience and you gave him a thumbs up, “It’s okay, just breathe!”

Niall nodded thankfully as James worked on opening his box, he stalled.

SAFE.

It was between Harry and Niall.

The red hued lights shined on Harry and Niall. Your hands were sweating for Niall. Not that you weren’t worried for Harry, but you really weren’t.

“I mean,” Harry opened his box. TATTOO.

Niall jumping in relief as Harry shook a playful finger at you, “It’s all y’fault!”

You and your best friend laughed at James dragging Harry to the tattoo table. He sat down as he showed the artist where he was getting the tattoo.

The show went on a slight break so it wouldn’t show the entire process of Harry getting tattooed, so you joined beside him on the extra chair and held his hand.

“Y’okay, my love?” He smiled up at you. The rest of the boy had gone backstage to get food before the break was over .

You caressed his cheek before leaning in to peck the corner of his mouth, “I’m okay. I’m having so much fun!”

“Good.”

This was your fist time being at any late night show like this so Harry was glad he could take you. You both sat in silence while listening to the low hum of the tattoo gun.

“Does it hurt?” You curiously asked.

He shook his head, “Nothing like whe you tattooed me, That’s for sure.”

You blush in embarrassment and giggled along with him.

His tattoo was almost done so you leaned in and gave him a short kiss, “I’m gonna go back to my seat with Myla.”

He shook his head, “No, y’can stay.” You looked unsure as you got comfortable in your seat beside Harry.

The boys all came back shortly after that and James started the show again. Harry had one final line left of his tattoo and you remained next to him, holding his hand.

“As you can see, Harry got a little nervous.” James teased, pointing at your intertwined fingers.

Harry lowly laughed, “Yeah, m’girlfriend is holding my hand. Im not ashamed of it.”

The audience was definitely gonna make something out of that. Harry showed off his tattoo after it finished.

“Thank you so much for joining us tonight and thank you One Direction! I’ll see you next time, have a great night!”