Seven Year Ache- 10th Doctor X Timelord! Reader

Seven Year Ache- 10th doctor x timelord! reader

Decided to write this using one of my favorite songs. I hope you love it as much as I do. <3 -A

You act like you were just born tonight

Face down in a memory but feeling all right

So, who does your past belong to today?

Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way.

The Doctor stood in silence once again, as he always did around this time.

It took everything in you not to walk over and beg him to tell you where his minds eye had taken him, what it was that made him so somber so suddenly.

But you knew it wasn’t your place to ask.

Sure you had known him for a few decades now, but that didn’t mean he was obliged to tell you everything.

Instead you watched as he stared downwards, mindlessly fiddling with a spinning component of the Tardis console.

You sometimes wondered if he felt like he was drowning, facedown in a memory, struggling to get out.

Still, you stood. Watching silently, until he let in a loud sigh and turned to wonder down the Tardis hallways.

Girls in the bars thinking who is this guy?

But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies.

You look so careless when they're shooting that bull.

Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full?

You sat at the bar, sipping an alien cocktail.

Watching across the room, you saw the Doctor, oh sweet, sweet innocent doctor, playing a game of pool with some scantily dressed alien women.

You watched as they made overly exaggerated moves to only touch the doctors chest, or his hand, or arm, or-

You watched as one women roughly tugged on his arm, causing him to miss the shot he had lined up. He turned to face her as she began to bat her eyelashes and speak softly. His eyes widened, whatever she told him must have been quite interesting. She led him to a small sofa, lightly pushing him to sit as she sat VERY, closely beside him. Her hand resting on his thigh suggestively. He, of course, noticed none of this. Too intrigued by whatever apparent lies she was feeding him.

He suddenly leant back, and laughed loudly. Placing a hand to her shoulder in a friendly manner. You felt a sting in your hearts. Why couldn’t that be you?

And everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing

You're still uptown on your downhill swing

The boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?

Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?

You stood dressed in pompous victorian fashioned clothing, watching the people scurry to and fro. You looked around, trying to find the doctor in the large crowd of bustling people.

Holding your drink closely, you began to push through the large obnoxious crowd looking for any sign of your Doctor. 

Across the grand ballroom, you saw him standing, talking with the heiress. One of his hands shoved in his suit pocket, seemly searching for something. You watched as he pulled out a small trinket of some sort, showing it off proudly, as the small crowd around him stood and watched in awe. You remembered when he used to be that excited to show you something, telling you to wait as he frantically searched for the item, before proudly showing it to you. Eyes full of what you thought to be love, you now considered that notion foolish.

Many hours after the party had concluded, the bad guy aliens stopped, and the band headed home, you walked out alone to the Tardis. She had parked herself by an old bookstore, a few blocks from the grand ballroom. You solemnly strolled down the empty cobblestone streets, hearing nothing other than the quiet clicking of your shoes. 

The doctor had wanted to stay to speak with a few guests, of course you had said it was fine. But now, as you walked alone, down foggy silent streets, your dress torn and in some places blood decored, you almost wished you had spoken your distain. 

You remember when he used to be so worried about you, fussing over even the smallest paper cut. Maybe it was selfish, but you just wanted to feel that love you thought you once had. 

As you approached the Tardis, your hand reaching for the door, you heard her quiet murmur of concern. 

“Don’t worry about me. I'll be okay.”

There's plenty of dives to be someone you're not

Just say you're looking for something you might have forgot

He stood by the two flight captains, his hands racing across the control keys.

You stood across the room, watching quietly as he told stories of the many ships he had piloted, and how he considered himself to be quite experienced. 

Your friend Captain Jack Harkness, walked in your direction.

Standing beside you he turned his eyes towards the doctor, before he spoke quietly.

“I know that look, what is it?” 

You shook your head, donning a small smile.

“Nothing J. Im fine.” 

He looked down, his expression going unnoticed to your distant eyes.

“Now you and I both know thats not true. You have to say something. If you don't, the issue might never be resolved.” 

You turned to look at him, only to see he was gone.

Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone

'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t sit and watch him laugh and talk to all those women. You knew he was just being friendly, but you thought after your conversation he’d understand.

You had taken Jack's advice, and told the Doctor how you felt. That you felt alone and neglected. He had frowned and pulled you into a hug, apologizing and wanting to make it up to you. 

He had taken you to the planet of love. 

Ironic.

You knew he meant well, and you did love the pink and purple clouds. 

Not to mention, the pink tinted rays of sun that coated the bright pastel world below.

But as you watched the women who were native to this planet, their hair flowing down past their ankles effortlessly, their dresses flowing gracefully, despite there being no wind near, and their glowing complexion and bright eyes, you felt inferior.

Sure, timelord women held a beauty of their own, but having possessed this for many years, it felt small and unimportant to these ethereal women.

Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache

See what else your old heart can take.

He stood, regret cascading from him in waterfalls as he read the note you had left.

After speaking to the native women of the planet, he had the perfect first date idea, that is, if you shared his feelings.

But now, it was all deemed pointless. 

Looking down once more at the already tear stained page, he realized just how foolish he had been.

So determined he was, to be as impressive and as desirable as he could, it had only ruined it all.

You had left nothing but a note, stuck to the console with a small patch of tape.

Explaining that you just couldn’t stay. Seeing him with other women made you realize just how stupid your hope of your feelings returned were. You knew he deserved better than what you could offer, and you couldn’t bare the thought of holding him back from what he was seeking.  

He of course, knew it all was in vain. He had loved and adored you since he’d first seen you, wanting nothing more than to call you his. But his childish fear had let him lose you.

A sudden determination set across his features as he threw the paper to the ground, and began running around the console. Flipping switches and turning knobs.

He was going to get you back, and he was going to tell you everything he hadn’t before.

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Eleventh in DOCTOR WHO ‘The Bells of Saint John’

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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!"

maybe she's born with it, maybe it's adhd and lesbianism

Crash and burn

tenth doctor x fem!reader

Summary: The Doctor tries to teach reader how to fly the tardis. 'tries' being the operative word.

fluff, fun and chaos all in one!

"Look, everything's going to be fine!" Y/n stated, though at that moment she pulled a little too hard on the leaver, causing it to snap from the console and lay futile in her hand.

Donna cringed from where she had been watching in amuesment on the pilot seat while the Doctor's jaw dropped, absoloutely flabbergasted at what had just unfolded.

"Oops." Y/n grimaced before nonchalantly chucking it over her shoulder. She shrugged then added, carelessly: "Hope that wasn't important."

The Doctor scoffed, taking long strides to reach Y/n but to no avail as she backed away quicker, hands pressing down on random buttons with a grin.

"No!" He protested, trying to swat her hands away from the console. "Nope! Never mind! This was, evidently, a very bad idea! Step away from the console - Y/n don't press that button!"

Y/n's hand hovered over the big red button, before she rolled her eyes at the panic on the Doctor's face and retreated. "As if I would. Who else, but you, is stupid enough to press a red button."

At her words, Donna snorted, resulting in the Doctor spinning on his heel with an offended expression. "Hey!"

"Sorry," Donna apologised, though with less conviction when she attempted to muffle her giggles with her hand. "But is she wrong?"

He merely grunted in response, rotating his head back to look at Y/n, who was leaning her elbows on the console with a small smile on her lips. "I'm sorry. I was just messing. Ready to learn now. Promise."

He pouted like a petulant child, arms crossing over his chest. "Really?"

Y/n chuckled, stalking over to him and rubbing her thumb on his cheek, admiring the pink tint that soon followed. "Really." She nodded, pressing a quick peck to his lips,then laughing lightly at the smile of his own forming, despite his best efforts.

"Eugh, do you have to?!" Donna complained from afar. "Thought we had a rule about PDA on the tardis."

"Sorry, Donna." They both muttered in unison. Though the Doctor's hand lingered on Y/n's, and he held it with a light grip whilst swaying it back and forth, his eyes shining at her laughter.

"Come on."He instructed softly, leading her to the console once more.

At this Y/n dramatically gasped, shoving her hands in the air and she asked mockingly. "You sure you trust me enough, Mr-touch-one-wrong-button-and-the-world-will-implode?"

He just laughed, shaking his head fondly. "Oh, just shut up and drive."

Donna clicked her fingers, excitedly. "Rhianna!" She said, smiling wide. Though it faltered at the the incredulous looks she was receiving from the Doctor and Y/n. "Shut up and drive?" She continued, voice sounding unsure now. When their faces didn't change, the redhead just rolled her eyes before dismissing them. "Never mind."

The Doctor eyed her for a few seconds, giving her a dubious look. "Anyway!" He changed the subject, turning back to Y/n with a cheeky grin. "Ready to fly?"

Y/n clicked her tongue, offering a smug smile. "Oh, I was born ready."

"Aha! Where'd you want to go?"

"Donna?" Y/n looked at her friend, who shrugged her shoulders, showing that she had no preference. "Hmm.." She deliberated until clapping her hands gleefully, presenting she had made a decision to the timelord and Donna. "let's go to space florida!"

"Yeah?" The Doctor asked, a little disappointed. He wanted to go somewhere there was adventure, not for a relaxing trip. Upon seeing her mind made up, he just sighed. "Alright," he mumbled, yet he soon perked up when he realised he was going to teach her how to fly. "Right! Pull that leaver, first!"

"This one?" Y/n asked, hand wrapping around the blue leaver. When he nodded, she smiled wide. "Allonsy!" She shouted, smugly.

The Doctor gaped at her. "Oi! That's my lin-oop" His protests were cut short as the console erupted in flames and the tardis shook with force, pushing donna from her seat as the Doctor rushed to cover Y/n.

"What did you do?" He asked in a high voice, all three of them sat on the shaky ground.

"ME?" Y/n countered, pointedly. "I did what you told me to!"

"God, spaceman. Don't you need to pass a test or something to fly this? Or at least to teach someone else how to fly it?" Donna accused, coughing at the smoke.

The Doctor grimaced a little, then admitted sheepishly. "Yeah, and I failed." His two companions sent him cynical looks. He feigned innocence. "What?"