Sonic Duties

Sonic Duties

tenth doctor x fem!reader

Summary: the doctor teaches his companion how to use his sonic screwdriver.

just some short fluff tbh :') and maybe a little...suggestive? ;)

If the Doctor wasn't piloting the TARDIS, he was working on her. And if Rose was being honest, she didn't believe that the Doctor had the slightest clue of what he was doing. Sometimes her and y/n even doubted that the ship needed repairing, the Doctor just coming up with that excuse to kill off his boredom when the girls' asked for a relaxed day.

Today was no different. Rose decided she wanted to pop back home for a short visit to see her mum. Y/n tagged along to say a quick 'hi' to Jackie, but a quick greeting involving the eldest Tyler would last at least an hour, so, the Doctor did what he always did. He got to work.

As predicted, an hour had passed before his companion rejoined him. He failed to hear the door opening as he was positioned under the ground railings, on his back with his sonic working away.

"Whatcha doing?" Y/n asked, evidently scaring the man as he jumped, dropping his screwdriver and making it fall on to his head as he groaned. Y/n held a hand to her mouth, trying her best to contain her giggles as the TimeLord hopped out from under the grating, rubbing his head with narrowed eyes.

"Don't do that! I may have two hearts but I'm just as good as dead if one of them stops!" He exclaimed.

Her giggles became louder and she pushed his hand away from his forehead, dragging him down gently by the neck as she placed a gentle kiss to the non existent bump. "You big baby."

"It hurt!" The Doc defended before rolling his eyes as a smile took over his face. He grabbed Y/n's hand, dragging her towards the wires his was fixing. "I'm just sorting out the wiring so that the radar gets more accurate reads. Wanna try?" He asked, holding his sonic out to her.

"Me?" Y/n pointed at herself, an unsure expression taking over.

"No, her behind you." Completely oblivious, Y/n looked around the room, finding it unoccupied baring the two. The Doctor smiled fondly. "Yes, you."

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" This earned a chuckle as he nodded his head. "Course I'm sure. I trust you. C'mon." He lead her by the hand to under the floor, revealing multicoloured wires exporting short sparks.

"Okay, so, psychic link." He said, pressing the sonic into her hand, allowing their fingers to breeze past each others as a slight shock ran through his veins. "Point and think!"

"Okay!" Y/n smiled, glowing with confidence as her head disappeared under the floor, leaving the man standing tall on the ground, unable to see his companion from the small holes in the grating. A few seconds later her head popped back up, all previous confidence having disappeared. "Doctor.."

"Mm?"

"...What do I think?"

His smile falters a little and he rushes to get her back on her feet. "Actually, let's try it on something easier first." Y/n moans but complies, rolling her eyes when the Doctor rambles on about 'one wrong move ripping the fabric of space and time' or something along those lines. He interwines their fingers, pulling her forward towards the console.

"Aha!" Y/n looks up, watching as he fiddles with the monitor, pressing some buttons on the side of it. "Okay! Beginners practice! Just turn the monitor on. Easy Peasy - before you know it, you'll be a pro!"

"Do you reckon?" She smiles widely while the Doctor squeezes her hand.

"Course I do!" He nudges her with his elbow. "Right, just press this button," he steps behind her, her back pressing into his chest as he guides her finger to press on the button, smirking slightly as her breath hitches. "Point," He lifts her arm up, facing the switched off monitor. "And think." he whispers into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n curses internally, very thankful he was teaching her the ways of his screwdriver and not the psychic paper.

The blue light reflects on the blackness of the screen. For a few seconds, nothing happens. Just as she was about to give up, noise starts coming from the monitor. Shortly after it was accompanied by a video of her favourite film.

She jumps up in triumph, joining the doctor in his laughter as he wraps an arm around her, pressing her into him as he shakes her left and right.

"I did it!"

The Doctor offers her a cheeky wink, scrunching his nose proudly as a blood runs and taints her cheeks. "Never doubted you!"

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.

Ah yes, the boys coming to the wrong conclusion, together.

Can I saw this where the fuck are my Prince Charmont x readers…

I want one where he’s in a secret relationship with his childhood friend

Or something!!!!!!!!

Something cliche she’s a made in the palace.. or is once more just his childhood friend and the fan girls use her as their fan letter delivery girl

PLZ LOOK AT HIM!! Imma watch Ella enchanted tmrrw

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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-