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She’s a Mystery

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“Right then,” The Doctor exclaimed aloud to himself as he made his way back to the TARDIS, “Where to next?” He slowed his pace as he passed a library, seeing a familiar figure huddled over a book and laptop through the window.

You. It was always you. No matter where he went, whether it was 1775 or 200129, you were always there. You were always confused, always had that same crease between the eyebrows and same head tilt as you stared at him like he was mad.

“Who are you?” He whispered to himself as he made his way towards you. A reading from the screw driver showed you were just plain human. There was nothing special about you, no time jumping device that he could see either. You were a mystery and oh how The Doctor loved a mystery.

“Hello there.” The Doctor smiled as he sat himself down in the seat across from you. You looked up at him in confusion, there was that head tilt and eyebrow crease he knew so well.

“Hi?” You greeted, though it came out like a question as you looked up from your book.

“Do you recognise me?” The Doctor asked as he suddenly sat up straight and leaned his body across the table so he was staring into your eyes. You looked around before settling your gaze back on him.

“I’m sorry, should I?” You shot back, confused and slightly annoyed with the man who had interrupted your studying.

“Perhaps you should. Who sent you, huh?” Your eyes were wide as he pulled out a device and zapped it in your face.

“What the- my teacher sent me so I could finish my assignment. What is that?” You gasped, knocking the screwdriver away.

“Nothing, always the same. You’re just a bloody human.” He murmured to himself.

“Of course, I’m human!” You exclaimed as quietly as you could, still aware of the fact you were in the library.

“You can’t be! I saw you in France 1629, then again in Monmouth 1778, then again on an entirely different planet fifteen light years away from this time!” He ranted, slumping back in his chair once more with a defeated look, looking like a child who was close to throwing a tantrum. “You shouldn’t be possible.”

“1629, 1778, another planet? Those are things that shouldn’t be possible.” You told him, causing his head to snap up and a grin to form on his face.

This hadn’t happened before, you always just dismissed him, never picked up on the fact that he claimed to have visited those places at those times. Interesting.

“Oh, it’s plenty possible.” He told you, “But don’t you think I’m mad for trying to claim not only you were there but me too?”

“Oh, I think you’re absolutely bonkers. There’s no way you’re telling the truth.” You claimed, arching an eyebrow at him.

“But I am. I’m The Doctor.” He introduced himself and you felt your head explode with the information, flashes of different men, tall, short, old, young, all with questionable fashion. You gripped your head as The Doctor reached across to you.

“Are you alright?” He asked warily once you’d recovered.

“I-I I do-don’t,” You stuttered before taking a shaky breath, “I don’t know what just happened.” You confessed.

“What did you see?” He asked, more of a demand.

You quickly explained to him what you had saw and watched as his eyes widened. He thought over every possibility but none were right, none explained who you were or how you knew of his other lives. He wanted nothing more than to get you into the TARDIS to see if she could figure out something.

“Listen, I’m a time traveller from Gallifrey, an old and long-gone planet. I have two hearts and I swear on both of them you’ll be ok but you need to come with me because something isn’t right and we need to figure it out.” He told you, barely pausing for breath.

It took quite a bit of convincing for you to follow The Doctor. The two of you walked side by side down brightly lit roads. The air was cool which you appreciated as you’d been stuck in the library for hours desperately trying to finish your paper. A part of you was questioning every decision you had ever made, you knew going off with strangers, especially without telling anybody beforehand, was dangerous but a bigger part of you felt safe, like you knew this man and he would protect you.

It wasn’t long before The Doctor, who called themselves that anyway, was leading you down an alleyway and stopped in front of a blue police box that had you raising an eyebrow.

“You led me all this way for a box?” You asked.

“Trust me.” He grinned at knocked on it causing the door to swing open and a stream of light to flow out.

You looked at him warily but he just tilted his head, gesturing for you to enter.

“Oh my god.” You whispered as you spun around in a circle.

“Go on, say it, I love it when they say it.” The Doctor beamed.

“It’s, It’s bigger on the inside.” You and The Doctor said at the same time causing you to laugh slightly manically. He stepped out of your way as you exited the box only to circle it and re-enter.

“That- this is not possible.” You told him as you ran your fingers along the console causing him to step forward and flick switches you had pressed.

“Everything’s possible.” He told you with a grin. “Now, this is the TARDIS and she’s mine, technically I’m borrowing her but semantics.” He shrugged before continuing, “Now, she can do a scan, completely non-invasive, and we can figure out just what you are.” He told you as he started pressing buttons and pulling levers.

“I thought I was just plain human.” You asked with a hint of amusement.

“Ah, well, perhaps you are but there could be something more to you and I just can’t help myself. I love a mystery.”

You and The Doctor spoke for hours as the TARDIS scanned you and then took a long time to give an alert. The two of you were sat next to each other as The Doctor told you of his adventures.

“So, you can travel anywhere in time and space, right?” You asked.

“Right.”

“So, why not stop the bad stuff from happening, like wars and stuff, surely you can just fly your box there and make everything better.”

“Well, it doesn’t actually work like that. Time and space, somethings are so fixed that no matter what you do they have to happen. Sometimes you know something is going to happen and you try to fix it but your actions are what causes something. Trust me, it’s a blessing and a curse to be able to travel like this.” He explained, suddenly looking like he had the weight of several planets on his shoulders.

“I’d love to travel. There’s so many incredible things that are just out there waiting to be explored.” You told him with a faraway look that caused him to smile softly at you.

“Why not do it then? Go exploring?” He asked, eyes wide as he did.

“That’s not the way things are,” you began with a heavy sigh, “Here you’re expected to finish up your education, start working a 9-5 job that makes you miserable and squeeze out some kids with your partner who you hate.”

“You could always run away with me. You know, one of the best things about having a time machine is I can take you anywhere you want, anytime you want, and have you home five minutes later.” The Doctor told you causing you to look at him in excitement.  

“Really!?” You exclaimed, “but you just met me. Why would you want me to travel with you?” You asked him.

“There’s something about you, Y/N. I like you.”

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You laughed as The Doctor grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him, the two of you running as fast as you could. You’d begged The Doctor to bring you to see Shakespeare and whilst it was beautiful, though the smell was something that could be better, it had ended with The Doctor narrowly escaping getting punched in the face and the two of you fleeing to the TARDIS, panting as you leaned against the doors.

“That was close.” He laughed as he watched you giggle through deep breaths.

Neither of you had found out why The Doctor had seen you several times. A scan from the TARDIS all those months ago showed that you were in fact just a regular human but The Doctor chose to focus on you, here and now, not on whatever happened. Without it he never would have gone up to you in the library that day, he would have been left alone despite Amy’s wishes.

You truly were a blessing to him.

“Where to next, Y/N?” He asked causing you to grin at him.

“Surprise me.” You told him with a soft smile.

You were a mystery to him in more ways than one.

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Falling feels like flying (till the bone crush)

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Reader, Tenth Doctor x Reader, Ninth Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2, 243

Warnings: All angst, no happy ending

Summary: Reader is faced with a gross realisation. What everyone has been saying about her is true, she's a flight risk. Now it's up to her to show the Doctor that.

A/N: This entire thing literally only exists because I read Flight Risk by @storytelling-timelord so from one Elle to another, thank you for giving me the jump start I need to get to writing again!! For everyone else, I super recommend reading her stuff!!

On a day that wasn’t then, but long before today, you would wonder why Jack Harkness would call you this. Why, saddled up in the console room, giving the Doctor a private, sad smile, he would map the words onto your skin, a brand of hot iron at the base of your neck.

“She’s a flight risk,” he would say. He would warn.

And the Doctor would scoff, his Northern drawl spilling from him with ease, with the confidence of a man who was used to being right, of reading people right.

He would say that’s absurd, that you were human, too human. The kind of human who would look just as quickly at a lone daffodil in a field, or a new-born nebula, and see nothing but the beauty in the matter that formed it, of the star dust that danced around you in every bated breath.

No, he would say. You ran because you ran with the Doctor. You wouldn’t run without him.

And Jack would move to reply, his eyes far more honest that the rueful grin he forced his features into, but you would skip into the console room, curious, but unspoken. It had been some time since you established this little tradition with the Doctor, a dance just shy of moving in.

Every month – maybe, time was never accurate on the TARDIS – you would gather more of your belonging, tucking them into the space that made up your room.

And the Doctor would grin, look at you with an expression you wouldn’t be able to name, but would later learn, and ask if you were ready to go.

And Jack would grin, eyes dark though smile bright, pat the Doctor on the shoulder and ask for his own pit stop.

Today however, you roamed the TARDIS’ ever sprawling library, greeting each hard bound book, each fraying paperback, like an old friend.

And there, in golden letters, printed in the grain of an old bookshelf sagging under its own weight, was what you had never thought to be afraid of. Your name.

Your fingers ghosted over the imprint, trailing every stroke, every curve.

Your body went cold.

You knew these halls, floated through them like ink flows on paper, yet you had never seen this. Did you dare ask how long it had been there? Breathe your knowledge of this into the air? What would the Doctor say? Would he tell you he had been the one to do this? Would he see how terrified it made you feel?

Your free hand went to the back of your head, fingers trailing over the fine hair from where your skull met your neck. Your hand stopped as it met the base of your neck. In an instant you gripped tight.

Flight risk.

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In the beginning, you found falling felt rather like flying. The Doctor didn’t steal your breath, he would snake into your lungs with an easy grin and bright laughter, and you found yourself giving it to him.

You hadn’t known yet, how easily Sarah-Jane Smith saw things. You didn’t yet know about the knowing. How important knowing was when it came to love.

But she knew, you think now she always had.

You only knew four things at that point, which you had thought was enough. First, you loved the Doctor. Second, he loved you. Third, loving one another was hard – harder than anything you had ever done.

Fourth, it was worth it.

But Sarah-Jane Smith had gripped onto the Doctor's arm, eyes wide and afraid as she spoke to him. She was speaking from experience, recognising him in you. Recognising why he loved you.

“She’s a flight risk,” she would say. She would implore.

And the Doctor would laugh, a full body movement that would sweep into his coat. He would say that you were fast, that lighting crackled beneath you, and he was the thunder – hand gripped tight in yours. That flight was fine because he was flying with you.

And you wouldn’t intrude on the way their conversation would unfold. You would turn off the monitor in the console room, toying with the idea of flight.

Because the Doctor was right, wasn’t he? You were already flying, where was the risk if the flying was for him?

Today however, you stumbled into the hallway, tripping over the slippers you had left at the foot of the library door. Your hand grazed the nearest wall, fingers mapping the grooves and nubs that you had tracked thousands of times.

Thousands? Had you really been here long enough for thousands?

You twisted down the hallway, finding your bedroom. You pawed for the light switch, a thin smear of dust pressing into your fingertips. Under the soft light, it barely looked familiar.

Trinkets you had long forgotten about sat on makeshift shelves, detailing adventures you would so often bring up in soft jokes and old laughter. An old journal sat on a desk, framed by photographs and pressings from flowers and leaves of various planets, untouched. Even your bed was locked in time, the sheets firmly tucked in all corners – unslept and well kept.

It had been so long since this had been your room, the room you spent your time in, the room you slept in. The evidence was clear as day. This room, which had once been yours, inviting and warm, was foreign. You were a stranger in your own space.

Had you lost yourself?

Flight risk.

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Three faces you had known him. Three lifetimes of learning – of cataloguing and developing your very best knowing. Because it was the knowing that was key to any good relationship.

Like the knowing in how the Doctor took his tea, always with a dash of milk, always two sugars.

And in the knowing of how the Doctor looked at the stars, with the sort of wonder you had thought unparalleled, until he looked at you.

Or in the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled – always.

It never was a matter that the face had changed, that the eyes were new, and the slope of his jaw would bend into each new shape. The Doctor, you had come to find, was familiar, the extraordinary bottled into skin and bones with two hearts.

River Song was next, with a curious expression you have yet to unravel. She would take the Doctor’s hand, draw his eyes into her own, her voice low when she spoke. She would tell him how he was playing with fire, how – for once – he was the one who was about to get burned.

“She’s a flight risk,” she would say. She would mourn.

And the Doctor would shake his head, because River had seen, same as him, how cemented you were by his side. He would tell of her of the obstacles you had overcome, of the fears you had faced within each other, of the fate defying feats you had both pulled to keep one another in your orbit.

Then Amy – or maybe it was Rory, would call out to you, and their conversation would be lost behind you as you planned for the next adventure.

But the comment would linger, eat away through the goosebumps that would rise when Rivers gaze turned to you.

And it was then that you would wonder about Jack's first comment. It was arrogant, foolish. What did any of them know?

But the Doctors gaze would follow, it would wrap against your throat and claw into your skin.

But as always, you kept your thoughts onto the next adventure.

Today however, you gripped a photograph left on the desk. It was you, grinning into the camera, Martha Jones on one side, the Doctor on the other. You were young, your smile brighter, your eyes wider.

Your hand found itself on your cheek. Your fingers paved over your skin, over the new lines that had formed around your eyes, the creases in your cheeks, the weariness in their colour.

You were older now. So much older.

How many years had gone by? Would you ever be able to count them?

The photo fluttered out of your grasp. There was only one choice.

Flight Risk.

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Permanency wasn’t a luxury you afforded yourself. Love was hard, and the knowing was harder. You loved knowing people, loved recognising the things that made them smile, made them laugh.

But the knowing in turn was ruthless.

The Doctor was changing, it was a knowledge that wrung itself in your chest, twisting into your veins and clotting itself into your arteries. If you had been self-aware, you would have seen the change you brought with it, how you drew yourself in, built around you more walls before the Doctor could find a jackhammer to carve them through.

You wondered if loving the Doctor truly was good – if the flying was true. How long until the flight was the Doctor leaving, once he saw too much of you?

Madame Kovarian would give you a lazy grin, the eye not hidden by the eye-patch toying with the way she looked at you and the Doctor. It was slow, languid, revelling in all the time she had to unravel you.

It only took her a moment, a cat like pause before her grin would stretch and twist into something wicked.

“She’s a flight risk,” she would say. She would applaud.

The Doctor would waver – he had never done that before. His voice would shake before falling firm. He wouldn’t mention you, he would talk of her, of the tricks she would pull, of the grip she held on to the universe.

And you would tell yourself that was enough, and you would forget it, hyperfocus on the need to fix this, on the need to win. This is what you did with the Doctor, fall into step, a routine so focused your body and his weren’t their own.

Today however, you fumbled for the vortex manipulator you knew was hidden here. You weren’t sure who the one who hid it was. Maybe it was Jack. Maybe it was River. In the end, it didn’t matter.

Your fingers curled around the worn strap, hidden deep in the console. For a moment you marvelled at the memory of the others, of the people who had left their own mark on the TARDIS.

The thought soon soured.

Because how could you think of a mark in the TARDIS, without thinking of yourself. You could see the evidence of you in this very console room. Your jumped hung over the railing. The book you were currently reading sat by the controls. An old mug, paired with the Doctors, sat by the staircase.

It sprawled out in front of you.

You. You.

You.

You tried to place the change, the moment where the you in your bedroom had spilled into the TARDIS. The moment your space was the Doctors.

You were everywhere.

There you were, your sunscreen stuck by the TARDIS front door. You were in the kitchen, tins of your favourite teas lining the shelf by the kettle. Your footsteps marked the hallways, old shoes you had kicked off before reaching your next stop, the scuff from old boots.

Your breath came in shaky, knotting in your throat.

Flight Risk.

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The Doctor would rip the last page out of every book, all to avoid the ending. It was a quirk of his you knew well – you knew all his quirks well.

And although you knew it, you didn’t understand it.

Leaving was an inevitability for you and him. An end for all endings, even this. There was no permanency here. No proof that things would last, that he would stay. That you would stay.

There couldn’t be. Time was fickle, time was fleeting, and it was flying. Just like you were flying – you were sure of it.

Falling rather felt like flying. Until the fall was less flying, and more bone crashing into cement.

You couldn’t see the Doctor before you left, you had half the heart that he did, and that wasn’t accounting for the physical accuracy of the statement.

It was a rash decision, the logical part of you, the part screaming for you to slow down, knew it was rash. But wasn’t rash what you were known for?

Rash was jumping into a time machine with a man you just met. Rash was dancing with the stars, chasing time figures in the night. Rash was the running, all the running.

So, this time it was you. It wasn’t River, Jack, it wasn’t even the Doctor. It was simply you.

You scrawled a note, leaving it against the final lever on the console, the one the Doctor would throw before his next adventure. Alone.

I’m a flight risk, you had said.

You were gone.

--

If you had stayed, you would have seen it. You would have seen the way the Doctor stood – silent, alone – the note gripped in the palm of his hand.

The Doctor shattered.

His body splayed the TARDIS floor like ceramic before the mosaic, hauntingly tragic, ripped into the seam of the canvas.

By his side lay the ring, the reason he had left the TARDIS at all. It clattered against the railing; louder than the question he could now never ask you.

And it was the Doctor who now knew, who had learned. That the flying, that the falling? Was bone crushingly broken.

A/N^2: I really loved playing with prose while writing this, seriously, it was so fun. Thank you so much for reading! For the regulars, I've got a lot of unfinished wips that should I get the motivation are almost done, so hopefully I'll get to posting again more regularly!

EDIT: I'm writing a happy ending sequel! Lemme know if you'd like to be tagged when it comes out!

Staying In

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x reader

Word Count: 791

Summary: The Doctor and Y/N are just relaxing in the TARDIS.

Warnings: None. Cuteness, if that counts.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day!

 “So, Y/N…. Where to?” asked the Doctor, grinning wildly at you. His grin was so Doctor-ish, so mad and intelligent and confusing all at once that it always managed to leave you weak at the knees. And his face… deceptively so young, it was in reality as old as time itself. Seeing him smile despite everything he’d been through both before and during his travels with you made you content and you smiled in return, because if a man who’d seen so much destruction and had suffered through losses the like of which the universe had never seen before could smile and be full of joy, then so could you; so could anyone.

“Well… to tell you the truth, Doctor, I just want to stay inside for once,” you told him and saw a look of confusion cross his face. You always were eager to cross time and space to see new galaxies and visit places long-forgotten or not-yet created, so your denial was an unusual reaction.

“You do?” he asked with a frown, taking a seat next to you on the floor of the TARDIS’s control room, bringing his legs up to his chest and hugging them.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s not like I never want to go on a journey again, I just… I want some rest. You know, stay inside with a book, take a long shower or just talk with you. It’s been such a long time since I last took a breath while knowing that nothing wants to kill me or that the end of some world or other is nigh,” you said, closing your eyes and taking a deep, relaxing breath and then letting it out again.

“Please. Just for today. You could do with the rest too,” you added, blindly reaching out to pat his knee.

You felt him startle at the contact and you opened your eyes and turned to face him, staring into his green eyes.

“Okay,” he said, nodding, only after a short period of silence. “Let’s rest, if so you wish. But tomorrow, first thing after we wake up, we leave. We go see the most peculiar and interesting corners of the universe that ever existed or will exist,” he said, his green eyes sparkling as he spoke fondly about the world.

“Yes. I’d like that,” you said, and then you stayed silent. Both of you just sat there, looking at each other in companionable and comfortable silence. He was smiling brightly, fondly at you, and you hoped that your own smile was just as affectionate and radiant.

“What do we do now?” he asked, and his question drifted off into oblivion, as you didn’t reply.

You didn’t know what to say. What did two people do when they were alone together in a time machine in which they had travelled the stars? What could two people who had no secrets from each other, no misgivings or doubts and who had done and seen everything do?

There was no answer to that, at least not one that you knew, so you remained silent, because silence always was the best option when you had nothing left to say.

As you should have known though, the Doctor didn’t like the silence much. He could only hold your gaze for so long before he started shifting uncomfortably where he was sitting and sometimes looking away.

You looked away too, sighed, and closed your eyes to rest them for a minute. Your hand was still resting on his knee and you felt rather than saw his own bigger hand cover yours.

“Look at me again,” he said simply, and you opened your eyes to meet his gaze again, but this time something had changed.

His eyes, the look in them, had changed now. It was heated, needy, and shifted from your eyes to your lips all the time.

Deciding to take the initiative, you leaned closer to him, fighting to keep your breath steady as you could feel his own warm up your face.

With a last decisive gulp and a thought that shyness could go to hell, you closed the distance that separated your lips and pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. Your tongue traced the outline of his lips as he panted into your mouth and his one hand clenched in his hair just as his other slid down to your waist, pulling you closer.

Eventually, you pulled away, both grinning brightly -too brightly- and then you finally spoke.

“I have an answer to your question now,” you said breathily, a smirk on your lips.

“What question?” he asked.

“About what we’re gonna do,” you replied.

“And what’s the answer?” he inquired again.

“This,” you replied and leaned closer to kiss him again.

If you do requests, could you do the 11th Doctor × reader? With The Doctor finding out you either have bullies or abusive parents (sorry, I'm in the mood for angst), but the reader tried to hide it because they didn't want to burden him?

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x readerWarnings: Mentions of bullying/abusive parents. A/N: this is a request. I know you said either bullies or abusive parents, but I couldn’t resist the angst. Hope it’s okay! ^_^

Ever since you left your home and started travelling with the Doctor, things changed. You felt… different. Better. More alive than you had back at your hometown. You were finally free to be yourself when you were with him and laughter and smiles came easily, no longer a smoke screen to hide your traumas and scars but something real, something concrete. He hadn’t known you before you started travelling with him so he couldn’t see the difference but you felt it, and every day with him only became better and better. He quite literally gave you life, and you wanted to continue travelling with him forever. All good things must end though, as the saying goes. On a day that initially seemed to be just like any other, you woke up and were all smiles in spite of your drowsiness as you went to greet the Doctor, smoothing down your shirt and stifling a yawn in your hand as you walked up to him in the control room of the TARDIS. He looked inexplicably happy to see you, and his grin was rivalled by none other you had seen on him. “Y/N! You’re awake!” He stated the obvious as he turned to face you, but you couldn’t find it in you to tease him as he just looked so happy with himself. “Yeah, I am,” you said smilingly. “What’s up with you? You seem to be far too bright for this hour of the morning,” you said, emphasising your words with another yawn. “It might be morning for you, but it is the middle of the day for someone else. We’ve been over this again and again, but time is a confusing concept.”You rolled your eyes in response and leaned against the first empty surface you found, sighing. “Okay, okay, I get it - I can be repetitive. But I promise you the place we’re gonna go visit is one I’m sure you’ll love. It’s going to be the best surprise ever.” He sounded so confident that you didn’t ask him anything about where you were going. You blindly trusted his judgement; he said jump and you asked how high. He had saved your life multiple times, and never given you any reason to mistrust him, ever. “Okay, Doctor, okay. Just give me an ETA and I’ll find a way to occupy myself without knowing where we’re going. Oh, by the way, what should I wear?” As you were travelling in time and space, you had to change out of your casual clothes and wear something different more often than not, so his nonchalant response of ‘what you have on is fine’ as he fiddled with the controls was unexpected. It was alright though, because not having to change or do research about your next escapade left you time to do something you liked a lot. Observe him. He always was at his best when concentrating, his brows furrowed just so and his eyes so intense you felt like you were burning under his stare if it was directed to you. Merely seeing him like that made you smile most of the time, and it was no different then. That smile would quickly get wiped off your face though when you reached your destination. Excited as a child who got what he wanted for Christmas, he bounded over to the door and opened it, his excited demeanour washing over you and making you feel that warm excited feeling in the pit of your stomach as well. “So, here we are! Y/N, I present to you: home,” the Doctor said, smile wide and happy and honest, and he walked outside happily, proudly. Feeling as if you had been doused in ice water, robbed of your positive feelings, you stood frozen, clutching the rails in front of you so tightly your knuckles turned white. The Doctor was already far from the TARDIS when he noticed you weren’t following after him, and when he turned back only to see you pale as a sheet, he frowned in confusion. “Hey, why aren’t you following? We’re here to see your home. You said you’d been studying abroad, so… I thought…” He sounded progressively more uncertain as he frowned and walked back to you, paling when he saw just how much you were shaking. “I… can’t. There’s a reason I left, and… please. I can’t go out there,” you mumbled, eyes wide and your grip on the rail so tight it was painful. “What’s wrong?” The Doctor was next to you now, gently taking your hands in his and looking at you with concern in his eyes. He was even gentler as he let go of your hands to hug you, pulling your quaking body close to his, running a hand over your back comfortingly.“I don’t wanna go. Please don’t make me. Please.” You were begging now, and you didn’t like it, but you had no other choice. He had to understand that there was no way you were going to get out of the TARDIS, and if you had to drop on your knees and beg then so be it. This was bigger than your pride. “Hey, hey, I won’t. You don’t have to get out there. Just… tell me why?” He asked, sounding confused and bewildered, but also so, so kind and supportive. “A bad childhood,” you murmured, closing your eyes and burying his face into the closest part of his body you could find, inhaling shakily and hugging him tightly. “I want to escape the memories. It was bad here for me… very bad. I like it here, now. With you. I’m not alone anymore.”You were still trembling occasionally, but your heartbeat had calmed down, and your grip on the back of the Doctor’s jacket wasn’t as tight as it had been. The distress was obvious in the taut lines of your body and the tears staining the Doctor’s shirt, but he said nothing. “Alone? Why were you alone?” He sounded disbelieving, like nobody could ever leave you alone, and that gave you some hope because you knew he thought highly of you. You didn’t want to explain, but you felt the burning need to confess to him, to admit to this like you never had before. “My parents, they… got into a lot of fights with each other. My mum slept around and my dad was angry even though it was his fault. So they fought; even got violent sometimes. And I… got caught in the middle of it. Constantly. They didn’t care, so I had to hide my bruises and limp my way to school, where things weren’t any better. They…” You trailed off, shuddering and choking back a sob. “They smelled weakness in me, so they bullied me. I returned home with more bruises and more scars, but the physical harm wasn’t what hurt the most. It’s passed now. It’s what I feel that’s been damaged. I hated myself so much… I told myself I deserved what I got for being weak and worthless. I guess I’m no different now…” You finished, sighing miserably. You shouldn’t have said all this. Now the Doctor would think you weak as well, and you couldn’t have that. Not from him. Not when you felt so strongly for him. The Doctor just shook his head and put his thumb beneath your chin, making you look at him. You reluctantly met his gaze, which was still soft and tender, and sighed. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t be. You’re not weak, Y/N. You’re strong. So strong. And so, so amazing. You’re the best,” he declared and leaned in, impulsively brushing his lips against yours. You almost melted in his arms, sighing contentedly and deepening the kiss, not believing this was happening. If this was a dream, you wanted to make the most of it. Apparently, it wasn’t a dream, because the Doctor in front of you was warm and solid and smiling. “You’re strong. So strong. That’s why I like you so much, you never give up. You’re amazing. Never forget that.”

writing is such an art form and i love all writers

this is soooo good

Eater Of Time

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor x Gender Neutral Reader

Song: Babylon- Barns Courtney. Darkness of the Day- Cadalay

Warnings:

An: This is something that I plan on re-writing in the future. Maybe even making it into a short story. But it's an idea i've been toying with for a long time now so please consider this as a first draft of sorts. Any feedback will be appreciated.

Tags: @simplymurdock

Word count:4586

Last part first

"Help me. Remind me why I'm here."

-Kim Addonizio, from 'Death Poem', Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems.

"What are they?" Your voice shakes. The creatures in front of you move and shift along the shadows. Their eyes are hungry. Feeding off of the very being of you.

"Eaters of time." The Doctor spoke from beside you. Quiet. Soft. Almost scared if one could believe it. You glance up at him as he still stares back at the creatures.

"Eaters of time?" You ask. One of them lurches forward and the Doctor places you behind him. His sonic whirs uselessly against them. The darkness they spread swallows the little green light. "Doctor." You whisper. "Doctor please. What are they?"

You have never seen that look on his face before. So broken. Empty. You've seen his joy, his anger, his sorrow. This. It.

"They eat time, Y/n. Specifically the time someone has lived. They eat it. Consume it. Almost immortal because of their hunger." He pulls you away from him and towards the open forest the two of you had trekked god knows how long ago. "I'm sorry." He gives you a hug. Presses a kiss to your brow. "I am so sorry. But I need you to run. Go. To the Tardis. She'll take you home."

"I'm not leaving you!" The creatures surge as your voices rises. "Doctor. I will not leave you." You voice is hoarse. Your body strung tight. Muscles and a base primal fear begging you to do just that. Run.

His face hardens and you catch a glimpse of the Doctor that only those who whisper his name in fear have witnessed. Not at you. No. But that foolish heart of yours. The one that begs to stay. To help.

"I need you to run. Now." He begins to push you away from it all. Away from the baying creatures. The forest seems to grow. To swallow the both of you as he pushes you further and further away. "Go! Before they-"

First part second

"Let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence."

-Jalalud'din Rumi (1207-1273) 13th century mystic and poet.

"One of the most beautiful forests in this galaxy." The Doctor whirls as he steps in front of you. Throwing the Tardis doors open with a flourish he grins. "Y/n I give you Tenebris Silva."

Beautiful indeed. The forest had a dark ethereal beauty to it. Shadows clung to the spaces in-between. White fog flowed and clung to the trunks of the trees. Deer like animals peered from around them. Their large eyes catching the light from inside the Tardis before darting off into the darkness.

The trees were such a deep green they matched the eternally night sky. The tops brushing the sky as if they were painting the smattering of stars and clouds high above. They moved and swayed with the breeze. Creaked and groaned as the wood fought against the wind far above.

All you could do was look in aw. Spinning on the spot as your feet dug into soft earth and pine needles. The air was so sweet. So clear and clean. It was if you were taking a breath of air for the first time. You breathed in deeply. As if you were trying to etch this air into your lungs. Commit it to memory so you would never forget.

You could hear the Doctor laugh as you did this. You must have looked a little silly you thought. Spinning about like a child. Still, you didn't stop. Trying to drink in every bit of this place you could. Trying to remember it so that one day you could look back. Such a happy memory it would be.

The Tardis doors closed and for a brief moment you were plunged into darkness. The half moon provided little light. As did the stars far away as they were. You jumped when you felt the Doctors hand land on your shoulder. A flashlight was pressed into your hands as the Doctor turned his own on.

"Come along then. There's a cabin here." The two of you began to walk. The Doctor stopped. Muttered to himself then began walking in the complete opposite direction. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "Oh hush you. Unless you don't want to see the once in a lifetime meteor shower." You really did laugh at this.

"You wouldn't." You nudged his shoulder with yours. He tried to keep that angry look on his face but it soon fell.

"No. Not to you." His free arm wrapped around your shoulder. "But you'll love it. When they fall they light up every color you could ever imagine. It's like a firework show but better." His head dipped low. "And I can guarantee whatever you are imagining isn't even going to compare to what you are about to see." He pulled his head up. "Although that doesn't mean that you lack imagination. Or that you don't have a brilliant mind or." You stopped him by shining your flashlight in his face.

"Stop it you." You turn your head shining your light about the lightly worn path the two of you were taking. It was more of a deer trail really. A thin worn dirt path with a decent amount of brush on either side. "How far is it to this cabin?" You shiver. The planet may have an eternal night but it was no colder than a normal night on Earth.

"Not far." The Doctor responded. "Tired already? The fun hasn't even begun! We're supposed to." He stopped. Shined his light away from the path. You followed yours with it.

"Doctor?" You ask. Peering around him as he plucked something off of the brush next to him. You heard him hum as he brought it in front of him so you could see.

"Fabric. That's strange. No one else is supposed to be here. Or have been here for a long time." The fabric was a dark denim. Similar to the jacket you were wearing now. The Doctor moved it about. Checking it every which way. He brought it to his nose and gave it quite the loud sniff.

You arched a brow and chuckled. "That smell any good?" The Doctor looks to you. Shakes his head. He looked as if he were trying to recall something. He pockets the fabric and pulls you along the path.

"It's nothing. Probably. Maybe." The two of you broke through the brush. The tree line opening up to an open field with the cabin in the center of it. The ground breaks off to a cliff face with mountains jutting above the horizon. "And no. It didn't smell good." The both of you laugh.

The cabin is dark and very very big. It toward at least three stories and spread the length of a football field and then some. There was no electricity either. Candles and lanterns lined the walls. The Doctor flicked his sonic as the two of you entered. The inside of the cabin bathed in soft orange light.

The floor was carpeted. Paintings hung on every available inch of wall. Only broken by cabinets or hanging plants. The air smelled of something familiar to you. One you couldn't place.

You took the time to look around while the Doctor scribbled away in what you assumed to be a log book. Like the kind that hotel owners have. You brushed your fingers along the frame of one of the paintings. Was this place a hotel? You would have to ask the Doctor.

"Alright! Off to our rooms then." The Doctor spun bringing his hands together. The lanterns lit themselves as the two of you climbed a flight of stairs to the next floor.

You couldn't help but get a weird sense of deja'vu as you walked. Something bugging you in the the back of your mind. You shrugged your shoulders as a shiver ran down your back. While the Doctor was unlocking the door to one of your rooms you glanced back down the hallway. The further down it went it seemed like the darkness swallowed the light.

Your ears began to ring as your continued to look about. Something. Something wasn't entirely right. One of the lanterns flicked before going out briefly. Cold washed over you and you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

"Y/n?" The Doctor's head popped over your shoulder as he looked down the hallway with you. You jumped and spun on the spot. A hand over your know rapidly beathing heart.

"Jesus Doctor! You scared the life out of me." He looked from down the hallway to you. A curious look on his face. 

"Are you alright?" His hands were on your shoulders. Eyes searching your face as if he could find the answer he was looking for there.

"Ya. I." You stuttered out. "I was just lost in thought in all." At this he gave a soft huff. 

"Must have been some thought." His voice was quiet. "Anyways. Your room!" The door swung open to reveal a lavish room. A large canopied bed with sheer, wine red curtains. A dark chestnut chest sat at the end of it. As you walked through the door you saw a plush couch that matched the color of the bed. In the center of the room was a small table with chairs at either side.

"This looks like something my parents would love to be in." You said. You turned. Brushing your hand along the fabric of the couch. Then again. That smell. Something so familiar you could almost place it. It was stronger here. "That being said. It's beautiful Doctor." The Time Lord in question  was leaning against the door frame. A soft smile on his lips. "Thank you for taking me here." You genuinely meant it. Everything this man has shown you. You wish you had more than just words you could say. 

"No need for thanks y/n." He pushed himself away from the doorframe. "Cards?" He pulls a deck from his pocket. How deep those things are you'll never know. You've seen him pull out things that range from childrens toys to tools, and the oddball snack.

"You always win though." You grumbled. "It's not fair." Despite your protests you sat down at the table. The Doctor had already been dealing out the cards.

"Ace of spades?" You asked with a yawn. The cards blurred in your hand. It could have been ace of spades. It could have been the queen of hearts. 

"Go fish." Another yawn. You pull out a card from the half hazard pile on the table. 

"Doctor?" You ask. Shuffling the cards around in your hand. You had well over ten cards. Maybe more. The Doctor hummed in response. "It's late." You laid the cards face down on the table.

The Doctor turned his wrist. Checking the time. "That it is." He shuffled his cards. Picked his head up.  "Oh." His mouth rested in a small o. Slightly looking away. "Oh! You need to sleep!" He laid his own cards down. Standing up as he took in your tired state. Head rested on your hand. Eyes struggling to stay open. Slightly nodding as you tried to stay within the waking world. "Oh you need to get to bed." 

You were laughing as the Doctor lifted you to your feet. "Come on to bed with you." You through your jacket on the table. "Humans. Really I forget sometimes." You doubted that. The poor man was apologizing left and right as you unlaced your boots. Tossing them to the left of you somewhere. 

"Doctor its fine." You were sat on the edge of the bed. You almost sunk into it the mattress was so soft. "Really." Instead of listening he was rattling off everything that could happen with sleep deprivation and "Really. It's ridiculous how much you lot need to sleep. Oh what am I going to do." You tuned him out after a bit.  Instead choosing to lay back onto the bed.

There. Again. That familiar scent. Sort of woodsy. It was clean and bright with something spiced at the end. What was it? You turned your head.

Oh. Your bag.

When did you bring that?

Sure enough there was your backpack. The poor thing was worn in a lot of places but you used it every time you stayed the night somewhere. It was essentials mostly. Toiletries. Extra clothes. Phone charger and camera. And your perfume.

You sat up abruptly. The Doctor stopped his rambling then. He was watching you as you pulled the bag into your lap. You were digging around when he came next to you. There. The bottle.  

You pulled your perfume out of the bag and looked at the bottle. It was something you used almost all the time. This one was brand new though.

The bottle was halfway empty. Did you put the wrong one in?

"When did I bring this?" You whispered to yourself. Head tilting as you tried to remember when you had packed the bag let alone brought it with you. The Doctor said nothing as you placed the bottle back inside the bag. There was something in the air between the two of you. Something you were both forgetting. Something important.  

"Time for bed. Ya?" You spoke after a moment. You looked up at the Doctor. The two of you staring at one another for a moment. Something unspoken passing between the both of you. 

"Sleep well. I'm right across the hall." The Doctor told you. You didn't move even after he had left the room. The smell of chocolate and patchouli lingering in the room when he did. It fades after a few minutes. 

You're sat at the edge of the bed. The pajama's you planned to change into sitting in your lap. There was just something you were unable to shake. How was it you were able to smell your perfume when you've never been here before? And your bag. How was it here? You didn't remember grabbing it when you left the Tardis.

And that scrap of fabric. The one the Doctor had tucked away.  " No one else is supposed to be here. Or have been here for a long time." The Doctors words echo in your thoughts. Then how was it here? Just how long has this planet been alone for? 

A once in a lifetime experience. Then how come there wasn't more people? This place could house hundreds upon hundreds of people and their families. 

You change into sweats and a long sleeve t shirt.  Laying your old clothes on the table you had been playing cards on just moments ago. Your jacket. You couldn't help but stare. Something you wore quite often. An unassuming piece of fabric you had never really given a second thought to before. 

You shook your head and laughed at yourself. You were being silly. Thinking to deeply into something that wasn't event there. Drawing the covers back you crawl into bed. The Sheets were smooth and silky. Soft against you as you sunk down into the mattress.

Sleep came quickly and easily. Your body and mind to tired to be able to do much else. 

Second part Third

"I am fragile and Unholy. Open. Ravage. Eat."

-Tanaka Mhishi, Literary sexts II ( Via Ghost tears)

Something was horribly wrong.  What it was he didn't know. And oh how he hates not knowing. Especially  when the lives of one of his companions were on the line.

There were clues here. Blaringly obvious clues that go together. He just couldn't figure out how. There, in the woods. A scrap of fabric torn from y/n's jacket. It was clearly theirs. The scent of their perfume still clung to it. And it was here to, in the hotel. It floated in the air so thickly he could almost taste it.  What was normally a scent he found comforting and refreshing turned his stomach.

Why. Just why would they do that? Why would they do something that made it so clear that they were here before? 

Then there was the ledger. Names upon names from hours ago. The planet had a day night cycle that would last one earth week before plunging back into the day. They're names were at the top. So why was it dark? 

The Doctor found himself leaving his room. Stopping momentarily in front of y/n's door. His ear pressed against the wood. He could hear their breathing. The soft speaking they always did. Although they didn't admit it. Safe. They should be safe for now.

He opened one door. Then another. And another. 

Each one was filled to the brim of life. A lack of people but clearly it had been lived in not to long ago.

The last door he checked he opened so harshly it smacked against the walls. The door bouncing back with a mock laughter as he entered. His sonic went wild as he scanned the room. His twin hearts began their panicked beating before his own thoughts could catch up.

They needed to leave. And now.

 Chronophage.  Chronophage . Chronophage . Chronophage .

The words were painted on every single wall and every available surface there was.  The Doctor brushed his fingers against the paint. It was tacky. Not quiet dried yet. 

"Time eater." His body rushed with cold. "Time eater." He spoke again.

That 's why. Oh they were most defiantly here before. It could have been days. Weeks. Months.  The Doctor turned on heel. Running back down the length of the hallway.  There was no knowing on how long it has been. But he knew that y/n had less time to give. They could gorge themselves on the lives he's lived. Let them take it all.

But them? Oh gods not them.

He was rounding the corner when he heard it. Palm pressed against the wall as he steadied himself. Paintings fell. Crashed to the floor. 

His body when ridged when a shrill scream echoed down the hall. 

If he could he would have ran faster. Willed his body to do so. Praying with the names he knew that they would be ok.

Crashing and banging. 

"Doctor!"

He has never heard them scream like that.

.

Something had woken you from your sleep. It wasn't that uncommon for you to wake multiple times when in a new place. You body to on edge to truly fall into a deep sleep. Every strange noise would have you tossing and turning. 

So the next time you woke you took  a moment to just lay there. Eyes closed as you listened to the sounds around you. There was the softness of your breathing. The creaking of the hotel settling. Somewhere outside and animal bayed. Calling out to the moon that filtered light through the curtains canopying your bed.

You were warm and comfortable. Cradled by the thick blankets and pillows surrounding you. You breathed in deeply. Sighed. Another deep breath and.

What was that?

Fabric rustled in front of you. The sound of skin gliding across silken material hit your ears next. You stilled. Cold washing over you as your began to realize that you were not alone.  The bed dipped next to you. The wood creaking and groaning from the added weight.

Your breathing stuttered. Everything stilled. 

For a moment you tried to convince yourself that it was the Doctor. That he was just playing a cruel joke on you. But you couldn't find the smell of chocolate and patchouli. A scent you found comforting. Safe.

No. No. No.

Something hovered above your cheek. Something so cold you could feel it before it even touched you.

Your body wound itself tightly. Your heart pounding a rhythm in your chest. Your fist balled beneath your pillow. 

And with a yell you struck. Cried out. 

The creature screamed as it scrambled backwards. Taking the curtains and the blankets with it. 

Move. You needed to move.

You were glued to the spot. Sitting near the edge of the bed but to terrified to move. You tried to. Tried to at least yell. To cry out for the Doctor.

Everything stilled. 

The fabric on the floor moved. Going up like a joked attempt of a sheet ghost before falling away from the figure it was draped on.

It was tall and skinny. Skin going from hues of grey to a deep rich black. That black seemed to swallow it. To consume the room. You could almost feel it. It was so close to being tangible that you could feel pinpricks hit your skin. It was painful. Almost fire like.

It's head tilted. Golden eyes widening when it saw you move. Just a twitch of your leg.

It leaned forward.

Move.

It's hand brushed the now bare mattress.

Move.

The darkness followed with it. Flowed over the white of the mattress.

MOVE!

And you did. Falling backwards onto the floor before scrambling to your feet. The creature stood to move with you but got caught on the railings for the curtains. You took this brief moment to grab your boots before darting to the door.

A shrill scream left you lips when you heard it growl and snarl. It toppled the bed in its anger. The tables and chairs being thrown to the side as you crossed the threshold of the door.

"Doctor!" A sob tore through your throat. Nothing but desperation left your lips.

'"Y/N!" The Doctor caught you in his arms. Held you closely as your body shook. "We have to go. We need to go. Now." The both of you turned towards what was once your room. The creature inside was yelling. Crying. Upset that you had left.

Quickly you pulled your boots on. Allowing the Doctor to take you hand the two of you ran from the hotel. Down the halls. All but flying down the stairs and towards the large double doors the two of you had crossed not long ago.

Third part Last

"If there is a light then I am going to swallow it. If there is a god then i'm going to make him cry."

-s.osborn, from "blasphemies as the 5th street station, " published in The Rising Phoenix review (vialifeinpoetry) 

The forest was dark. Deep and heavy as it swallowed the both of you. The creatures would not leave you be. They followed every step you took. Swallowed every sound you made. The two of  you were prey in the worst way possible. A horrid game of cat and mouse as they turned you around again and again.

The Doctor had explained the best he could. These paradoxil creatures. That the two of you had lived this moment more than once. They would send their victims back again and again with a little less of themselves each time. 

They consume the life you have lived and use it for themselves. They take and take and take until they are almost immortalized.  Their own veritable fountain of youth.

Their victims would becomes less of themselves each time. Losing pivotable live moments that shaped them into who the had become. Entire lifetimes lost until they became a husk. Unable to do anything  more that live on a robotic life.  And many did not last long afterwards.

You could see the path that others took. Deep footsteps pressed into soft dirt. They had dropped things ranging from clothes and jewelry. Childrens toys and the odd suitcase here and there.

"We helped them." The Doctor told you. Spinning in circles as he tried to use his sonic to find the Tardis. The poor girl was calling out to him. A victim in this just as much as you were.  "There." The Doctor stilled. The light of the sonic bright and green. It sung out a high pitched tune as you stumbled up next to the Doctor. 

You were tired and worn. Mentally exhausted and hurt from head to toe. Both of you were  in a sorry state. The Doctor had lost his dress coat. His bowtie  had been torn away and the white of his shirt was slowly being stained a muddied brown. You were no better. Holes in your shirt from where the brush tore it. There was mud stained from hip to ankle from when you tripped. 

There again. There they were. Slinking around the trees. Calling out to you. Hungry. They were so hungry.

You were pulled away from them. The Doctors hand was on your upper arm. His face was alight with worry. "Run." The word was whispered. Desperate as he spoke to you.

Run you did. Cut off time and time again the closer you got to the Tardis. They were not going to let you go. 

"Why won't they let us go." It was a broken sob that left your lips. To worn and tired to truly care about the way you sounded. You wanted to go back to the Tardis. To find comfort in her and the Doctor as the two of you tried to put this all behind you.

"Me. They won't let me." The Doctor drew you in close. "I am sorry. So so sorry." He hid you away from the world for just a moment. He could see the Tardis in the distance. She called out to him. Begged him to come back. To bring the two of you back to her where she could get the both of you to safety. To anywhere but here. 

He could feel you tremble and shake. The soft push you gave as you tried to get even closer to him. "No." He felt you mutter into his neck. "No. I know what you mean by that." You pulled away. "I will not let you sacrifice yourself. We leave. Together or not at all."

The Doctor, for the first time, cursed you humanity. Cursed the fact that you cared so deeply.  He pressed his head to yours. His hand curling around the back of your neck. You could hear him speaking. Muttering in a language that the Tardis refused to translate. Even now. In this moment. 

The creatures. The Chronophage. You could hear them. Speaking. Whispering. Calling out to you. Begging you to help them. That they were starving. Near death. How could you be so selfish just feed them.

For a brief moment you see it. The meteor shower the Doctor had brought you to see. The  reason why you were even here. It seemed the shower itself were in your eyes. It took your breath away as the air around you lit up in color. 

The Doctor had pulled away. Watched you as you watched the sky. Something you would never have seen in your lifetime if it had not been for him. He has seen this before. Time and time again he would come back. He was grateful that in this moment, despite the horror around him, he got to see it though you. Such a soft look on your face as you forgot about the beasts around you. 

Chronophage. Time eaters. Eater of time. There is only a few names that made the Doctor fear for his life. 

 It would be a miracle if you two made it out of here. Already the both of you had lost pieces of yourself that would never return. Moments in time that you will never get back. The simplest things shaping you into who you were. And not for the first time the Doctor mourns your loss.

There. The Tardis. Just feet away. 

Already he was losing you. The creatures were feasting even as the two of you ran. The Tardis had thrown her doors open. Calling out as loud as she was able. Soft yellow light bathing the ground in front of her. 

Not again. She would not lose the both of you again. 

Glasses- ADHD! reader x 11th doctor

Hello Lovelies! This is my first story I'll be posting on here, and hopefully not the last. This was a request, and the first request I've ever done. It was interesting challenging myself to stay within a certain prompt. It's definitely short, but I didn't want to force myself to make it longer if I couldn't.

Summary: You think you’ve lost something, the Doctor helps you find it.

I hope you enjoy, all the love-A.

Warnings: none

Kinda a slow burn idk

“DOCTOR, HAVE YOU SEEN MY GLASSES?” You shouted down the hall towards the console room. 

No response.

You sighed, and started the short walk towards the console room to find him.

Standing in the doorway you quickly looked over the dimly lit room.

“Doctor?”

It was silent before you heard a muffled, “Down here, dear.”

You walked down the staircase to the underpart of the console to see him in a swing of sorts under a mass of wires. 

You stood watching him work for a moment before he turned to you and lifted his goggles.

“What did you need?” You took a moment to look over his face, covered in grease and dirt but still so very beautiful. Which made you think about the time you both got covered in alien water that was a little too much like grease. Yeah. Trying to wash that off was a nightmare.

“Y/N? Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? Or rather, Doctor to Y/N?” 

You snapped out of your thoughts to realize he had stood up and was standing in front of you waving a hand in-front of your face.

“Oh sorry yeah I came to ask you about…uhm…”

Shit. You forgot what you came to ask him about.

He stood patiently waiting for you to remember. 

Things like this happened a lot.

Like that time when you went to an alien beach and you had packed everything you could possibly need BUT sunscreen. Yeah. Those 2nd degree burns were not fun.

Or when you had gotten bored waiting for him to fix wires and wandered off and accidentally tripped and fell into a button that would blow up the ship you were on.

Who keeps a self-destruct button in the kitchen anyways?

“I’m sorry Doctor. I forgot what I was gonna ask you.”

He sent you a light smile before wiping his hands on his jacket and throwing his goggles aside.

“Well, let's go back to where you were and see if that helps you remember.” He stuck out his hand with a smile and you took it leading him back to your room.

You opened the door and walked in before feeling a tug on your hand.

He stood in the doorway apprehensively. 

You tilted your head, brows furrowed in question.

“Are you sure I can come in?” He asked, his voice unusually quiet.

“Of course. You're always welcome to come in.” You waved your arm in a gesture for him to follow.

He smiled and obliged, following you in.

You walked back to your bed and saw the book you were reading. 

Then it hit you.

“OH. I was gonna ask if you’d seen my glasses.”

He turned from observing your wall full of photos from previous adventures and raised his eyebrows.

“You mean the ones tucked into your shirt?”

You looked down to see your glasses, folded and tucked into your shirt collar.

“Oh.” 

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry Doctor. I completely forgot they were on my shirt.”

You took your glasses off your shirt and set them on your bedside table.

“It's quite alright. We all forget things sometimes”

You looked over at him, expecting some type of patronizing look, only to see a smile.

“I know. I just feel awful. I made you stop working for something this stupid.” You sat on your bed with a sigh. “I just feel like I always forget things or rush through them. I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

You looked down towards your feet, shame filling your mind.

“I’ve just always struggled with things people find so easy. I feel like somethings wrong with me.”

You felt the bed dip beside you and looked up to find him sitting next to you. 

His gaze still on your wall.

“Well, I think..” He turned to look at you with a smile. “That you're amazing how you are. I mean, sure sometimes you can space out and forget things, but I think it makes you special. Remember that time on Ambidaxtouris, when you zoned out during the speech and noticed that man placing a bomb behind the royals podium? You were the only one who noticed. You saved so many lives that day.

As for interrupting me working, I can always work on the TARDIS. But I love spending time with you. 

I mean, if you hadn’t come to get me I’d never have gotten to see that beautiful photo collage over there.”

A smile formed on your face as he stood, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.

“I mean, look at these. You really have an eye for photography.”

He let go of your hand and grabbed his glasses out of his jacket to closer examine them.

“Just one of my many fixations.”

You leaned down and opened the desk that sat below your wall of photos.

Pulling out an old film camera, you blew a layer of dust off before speaking quietly.

“This is a 35mm Rangefinder. I spent months searching the internet to find it. Almost forgot I had it.” You smiled slightly before looking up to the Doctor, curious what he would think.

He looked down at you, a small smile gracing his face. His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t believe was there.

“It's beautiful” He spoke, only taking his eyes off yours for a moment to glance down at the camera. 

“May I?” His hands opened slightly, timidly reaching for the camera.

You nodded with a smile, shuffling the camera from one hand to another, holding it towards him.

He gently took it from you, holding it as if it would shatter at any moment.

Noticing his actions, you chuckled lightly.

“Doc, it's from the 60’s. Trust me you won’t break it that easily.”

He blushed, turning his head downwards to better see the object he was holding.

After he was satisfied with his inspection, he handed the camera back to you.

“It’s simple, but very lovely all the same.” 

Comfortable silence fell over you both as you returned your camera to your desk.

“So, anything you’d like to do?” He asked quietly.

You smiled up at him, “You know, I have a craving for some hot chocolate.”

And so, you both sat, shoulder to shoulder, hot cups full of warm coco in your hands, at the open doors of the TARDIS. 

Watching stars burn, and listening to time turn.

Just you and him.

What are the rules for requesting? Like, do you do trigger warnings, smut, etc? Just because I don’t want to request something without knowing what your rules are

Hi there lovely!

Thank you for asking, i appreciate it!

As of now, I’m not taking requests because i’m working on a few stories that i’ll be posting in the next month!

When I finish those, i will be opening requests.

I prefer to work on one story at a time so i don’t get overwhelmed and lose motivation.

My posting schedule is going to be non-existent, as i will be starting college soon.

My request rules:

I will not write smut.

I don’t mind kissing, hugging, cuddling, etc.

I LOVE writing fluff, and angst. 😏

I will not write overly dark themes,

such as:

-Suicide

-Self harm

-Abuse

I don’t mind mentioning them, but i won’t write them happening/depict them.

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR: (will update depending on my current fixation)

10th doctor

11th doctor

Harry styles

Steve harrington

JJK men (Gojo, Geto, Choso, Yuji, Inumaki, and ino)

Sebastian Solace (Pressure)

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

This list is short as of now, but will be updated.

My profile is a safe place for all, and i’d never want to make anyone uncomfortable.

After all, we come to stories to escape.

Thank you so much for all of your support on my work <3

See you soon- A.

The fact almost all the people i have crushes on look, or act, in some way like the doctor is concerning

Wrench. 11th doctor.

Decided to scroll through my notes and found this gem of a prompt, how could I resist?

Prompt: "Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?" "Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?"

Enjoy- A.

A rare silence had fallen over the console room of the TARDIS. 

After the last adventure, Amy and Rory decided to head to bed for awhile.

Which of course was fine, as you and the Doctor understood that humans needed much more rest than timelords.

They had gone to bed a few hours ago, but you and the Doctor remained under the console, working in the mess of wires together.

“Didn’t I tell you before that these needed to be cleaned up a bit!?” You groaned exasperated, as he fell from his sling of sorts after being shocked once again by two wires touching that definitely should not have touched.

He sighed, sitting up and looking towards you with a face of defeat.

His hair was sticking up all around, grease coated his face, and his goggles hung halfway off his head.

You let out a loud laugh before quickly turning away, trying desperately to choke down your laughter.

“Well I’m glad my pain is amusing to you.” He grumbled, standing and wiping his hands on his trousers.

“That’s enough for me today.” He said, taking off his goggles and throwing them across the room.

“You better pick those up.” You said, giving him a look.

He waved his hand in dismissal, “Eh, maybe later. I think i'll go check the TARDIS pantry for something to eat. I’m quite hungry.”

You nodded in understanding. 

He offered you a hand, which you grabbed and stood from your seat. Taking your goggles off and stuffing them into your hammock of sorts.

“I think i'll take a shower, maybe pop down to the library.”

He nodded, his bright eyes shining as he smiled down at you. 

You both turned, walking up the stairs to the doorway. 

“Meet back here later?” He said, turning his head towards you, brown locks of hair falling across his elegant features.

You smiled, brushing them away and softly running your hand through his hair.

“Of course. You could always come join me in the library once you're finished.”

He grabbed your hand from his hair as you spoke, bringing your knuckles to his mouth, kissing them gently. 

“Of course, anything for you."

You felt your face heat up involuntarily.

 No matter how long you’d been with him, he always got you blushing like a school girl.

“Then, until later my love.” You leaned up, tenderly kissing his cheek before turning and walking down one of the many hallways to your room.

He stood for a moment, lost in thought with a dopey smile plastered across his face until you left his line of vision. 

Before turning and heading the opposite way towards the kitchen.

Quite a few hours later, you found your eyes beginning to hurt from the strain of reading for so long.

You had a large stack of books set on the coffee table in-front of you, all ones you had read during that time.

You read a few more chapters before sitting up and stretching, feeling your back crack multiple times in varying places.

Sitting for a moment, you admired the fireplace before you.

The Tardis was kind enough to give you your own personalized section of the library.

A large brick fireplace, with small knick knacks from various planets lining the mantle, was set with two large loveseats. 

A soft circular rug sat beneath them, one you loved to run your feet across when you were sat reading for hours on end.

On one side of the fireplace, was a beautiful alcove.

Large windows overlooking an artificial garden with rays of fabricated sun shining down were framed with light grey curtains.

Many days, if you felt you didn’t need to grasp for the warmth of the fire, you found yourself under a warm blanket, leaning against a soft pillow as you watched the simulated birds fly from one tree to the next.

As you sat, staring into the fire, you realized the doctor had never come to check on you.

‘He probably got distracted, or set the kitchen on fire.’ You thought to yourself, a blissful smile crossing your face at the mere thought of the man.

You figured you’d might as well finish the book you were reading, since you only had a chapter or two left.

Now, non-fiction books were definitely not your first choice, but after losing 7 games in a row to the Doctor you’d decided to do some reading on chess tactics.

After getting through a few more chapters, one of which depicted how to tell if someone was letting you win, a thought occurred to you. Which you just had to get an answer to.

Deciding to just head straight to the console room, assuming that Amy and Rory had probably woken up and decided they were ready for an adventure. 

As you approached the doorway, you heard Amy and the Doctor’s muffled bickering. 

“No! Not that one!”

“Well I don't know! You didn’t specify!”

You laughed quietly to yourself, she must be trying to help him repair something.

As you stood in the doorway, you saw Rory sitting in one of the flight chairs, watching Amy try to hand the Doctor something over the railing without dropping it on his head.

“Hey guys.” You spoke, announcing your presence as you descended down the stairs.

“Oh thank the stars your here! You can help your boyfriend now. He’s driving me insane.” Amy exclaimed, apparently forgetting she was holding a large wrench above the Doctors head. You heard a small clunk before hearing the doctor shout out in pain. 

Amy turned towards you, eyes wide. 

“Sorry.” She said quietly, sparing a glance down at the Doctor.

You walked towards the railing, looking down below. 

“You okay?” You asked, looking down at the Doctor, who was now rubbing his head where you assumed the wrench had hit. 

“Bloody brilliant.” He turned to look up at you, hand still holding his head. 

You smiled down at the child of a man, who held a pout in distain. 

He rubbed his head a moment more before turning back to his work.

“Let me just get this fixed, and we’ll be off. You know I heard of this planet where-“ He began his description, as per usual.

You straightened up and went to sit down on the floor beside the control panel, floors were always better to sit on. 

You had decided that a long time ago after the whole, ‘bee fiasco.’ But that was a story for another time.

Amy, who now sat beside Rory on the flight chair, turned towards you.

“So, where’ve you been? You must’ve been doing something important if the Doctor would rather my help than interrupting you.” 

You looked up from watching the Doctor through the clear flooring, a small smile on your face.

“Oh just reading in the library.” 

She nodded wordlessly, before turning to observe the Doctor as-well.

Silence fell for a moment, before you spoke up, suddenly remembering your question.

“Do you think letting someone win at chess counts as sapiosexual bottoming?”

Amy turned to you, eyes wide, before Rory spoke up in exhaustion.

“Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?”

You laughed loudly before turning to see the Doctor walking up the stairs towards the console.

He headed over to you, looking down at you from where you sat, leaning against the console.

“What would make you ask that?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

“I don't know, I was reading a chess book so I could win a game-“ you spoke,  as you stood up to lean against the console next to him, “-against you but in one of the chapters it spoke about letting you know if someone was allowing you to win a game, one thing led to another and well, got curious I suppose. Anyways- where are we off to today?”

You turned to look at the Doctor, an amused smile on his face. 

“You were reading a book on chess, so you could beat me?” He asked smugly.

“Excuse me, are we just gonna ignore the fact that they just asked about sapiosexual bottoming???”

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age n stuff

10th Doctor-

Seven Year Ache

Rush hour

11th Doctor-

Wrench

Glasses

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Car Keys

13th Doctor-

Fights and starlights

Incorrect Quotes-

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with eyes like the sea after a storm

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Incorrect quotes-Part 2

Y/N: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Doctor: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Y/N: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING AMY WITH ME Rory, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Incorrect quotes- part 3

Y/N, The Doctor, and Amy are sitting on a bench Rory: Why do you guys look so sad? Y/N: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Rory sits down* Doctor: The bench is freshly painted.

Incorrect quotes- part 4

Y/N: I just ended a four year relationship. Doctor: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Y/N: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Amy and Rory fighting from across the room*

Hey gang,

Soooo….

I’ve been MIA, aside from lurking in comment sections and master lists.

But, the air is changing.

So I’m gonna start writing again.

To the people who have submitted requests, your on the top of my list.

Before I start writing, I’m going to give my page a complete refresh and make it easier to navigate.

See u all soon <3

-A.

Request rules! ੈ✩‧₊˚

Below are my rules for requesting ☆

-I will not write any of the following.

-Pedophilia, racism, homophobia, sexism, ablism, or any politically related topics.

If you ask me to write about a real life person, I will not write any sexual or possibly sexualizing content. These are real people, not puppets.

I'm a college student and I work part time, so I can't guarantee when your request will be done. But I can say I will eventually get to it.

Feel free to reblog or share my posts, but PLEASE do not repost to other websites/media outlets.

I mostly write with feminine pronouns/references. This is because that's who I am, and I find it difficult to write other ways. (Plus this blog is basically just feeding my delusions)

WHO I WRITE FOR- (will update as I find new fixations)

-The doctor (10, 11, 13)

-Steve Harrington

-Harry Styles

- "Mike" Schmidt (From the FNAF movie)

-The FNAF animatronics-PLATONIC!

-Wanda Maximoff

-Bucky barnes/winter soldier

-JJK men/women

I hope you enjoy your time on my page, and if not, please don't be negative. This is a safe space for everybody to come together and giggle at fanfics of our favorite characters.

Much love-A. <3

Inverted PB&J-11th Doctor x Fem! reader

I'm alive guys.

This was a request from a lovely fellow 11th lover, I wrote it platonically, but if you ignore a few words it could be romantic. I also wrote the reader as American, just because I am. (I also zoned out while writing this and do not remember most of it)

“Do you think it could be considered a federal crime to eat inverted peanut butter and jelly?” She asked, hands covered in grease, sparks flying almost catching her hair on fire, and her best friend beside her, in the same state. “Inverted?” He looked up from the wires in his hands, his grease and dirt covered face, also covered in confusion. “Yeah like,” an explosion of sparks behind her interrupted her statement, before she spun around and used her sonic to tame it momentarily. “If you put the peanut butter and jelly on the bread normally, right? And then instead of putting them like, face to face, you turned them outward.” She stared at him as he seemed to process her words. “Oh, yeah. That’s absolutely a crime” he nodded, as they both went back to what they were doing. 

Behind them, Amy and Rory stared at them in question, before turning to each other with faces of pure bewilderment. 

Amy slowly stood and walked towards the two timelords, crouched under the ball of wires. “Inverted peanut butter and jelly? Where on earth did that come from?” A shot of sparks erupted in the timelords face as she stopped her work momentarily, the metaphorical cogs in her mind visibly turning. “Boston, I think. In like, 1901.” She said, with a small smile. “What?” She tilted her head slightly, “You asked where peanut butter and jelly came from, Boston. In the early 1900s.” She paused, “But if you’re asking about inverted peanut butter and jelly, I don’t know that. I’ll find to find out though.” She turned back to her work, as Amy shook her head and walked back to where Rory was sitting watching the scene unfold. 

“What was that about?” Rory said as he watched his wife flop down on the makeshift bench beside him. “Who knows.” They turned back to watch the two timelords who were now bickering over the wire placement, before all went silent as the lights flickered and a pounding was heard on the metal doors. The two timelords looked towards the door, before turning to each other and immediately standing up. The Doctor began quickly scanning the room as his right-hand woman ran to where Amy and Rory sat. “Hey so, we should probably start running.” As if on que, the metal doors flew off the hinges into the room. “Right, let’s go.” The Doctor ran over, grabbing her hand as they began to run down the hall to the Tardis.

 They stopped, allowing their two companions to run ahead into the welcoming blue doors of the tardis. The Doctor lightly pushed her ahead of him into the box, running in last and slamming the doors behind him. The two ran up to the main console and began flicking switches and pulling levers causing the Tardis to take off with a violent shake, before stilling. “wow that was-“ Amy began, before getting cut off by a certain timelord.

 “Why would you use the purple wire for the highest current?” The Doctor froze, looking over at his companion. “Well I-“ The Doctor began stuttering over his words. “No, seriously. It only had the capacity for 5 voltage, and it was running at 25. No wonder the doors were faulty.” She stood, hands on her hips staring him down. “Well if YOU,” he pointed at her, shaking his finger, “Hadn’t gone off about inverted peanut butter and jelly-“ She gasped, “Do NOT blame me Mr.! That was an incredibly valid question. Right?” She turned to the two humans watching the scene unfold. “Well-“ Rory started. “Don’t get them involved!” The Doctor said, “You know what, it doesn’t even matter. Because everyone knows peanut butter and butter is better anyways.” She stomped her foot in detest, “You take that back!” He shook his head, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. “You’re the British one, eating beans on toast or whatever it is, so you have absolutely no credibility on what’s good.” He gasped lightly, “EXCUSE ME? The British one???” She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I got lucky and am a proud American.” She stood in a fake salute. 

“Listen,” Her hand coming to rest by her side, “All I’m saying is one fried Oreo will change your life.” His tongue stuck out in disgust as he considered the notion. “You American’s and your fried stuff. It’s so unhealthy for you.” She scoffed, “At least we don’t eat like we have no access to real food.” They stood like that for a moment, in a standoff of sorts, the Doctors face one of disgust, and hers smug as could be. Before bursting out in laughter and pulling each other into a tight hug. 

When they broke apart, she wacked him upside the head, hearing Amy snicker and watching the Doctor rub his head. “Don’t ever do that again though, I’m doing the wiring next time.” She pointed, hand on her hip. The doctor stood quickly, taking his turn at coming to a false salute. She shoved him jokingly, before turning back towards the console. “SO. Where to now?” The doctor thought for a moment before running around the console causing the TARDIS to shake and launch into takeoff. All the passengers grabbed a hold of the metal bars circling the console. “I know this amazing place in the Amedromia galaxy! Its- WHOA WHOA WHOA” He was interrupted quickly. “You know I’m banned.” 

Silence fell among the Tardis, “Your-your banned?” The doctor tilted his head slightly. “Yeahhhhh…. So, I accidently stole this like super important religious piece from one of their temples cause I thought it was a free sample.” The doctors face dropped into one of annoyance, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” She became defensive quickly, “Listen- at least I’M not the one who stole that guy’s eye cause he thought it was a Halloween costume.” “HEY, YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THAT AGAIN-“ As they both launched into yet another bickering session, Amy and Rory sighed and shook their heads. “Here we go again.”

Thanks for reading, and thanks to @dinofromspac3 for the request. <3

All the love-A.

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Request Prompts <3

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Please read my request rules here before requesting.

Obviously these aren't required for requests, but I think it's fun to use them.

I've gathered these throughtout the internet, so if you see one you've written, let me know and I'll tag you!

Feel free to mix and match, change wording, or anything of the like!

Please make sure to be as specific as possible if you have a certain storyline you'd like me to follow.

Angst prompts:

"Leave. Leave right now."

"Can you just fuck off already?"

"I can't do this anymore. Not with you."

"Pack your shit and go. Get the hell out of my sight"

"You ruined everything."

"I'm going to leave now, before I say something I regret later."

"This wouldn't even be a problem if you didn't make one out of it"

"You were supposed to be my safe place. But all you've brought me is pain. How great is that?"

"If you hate me so much, kill me. Kill me already. It's not like I've got much to live for anyways."

"They told me not to trust you, but I didn't listen."

"You...why did it have to be you?!"

"You lied to me! Over and over again!"

"Hey...Hey...stay with me."

"Oh my...what did they do to you?"

"It's okay, its just me."

"I didn't know where else to go."

Fluff prompts:

"Flea markets don't carry fleas you know?"

"Are you serious? Your getting blood all over my carpet!"

"I am not wearing a dress/tie!"

"It's a Texas thing"

"Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that shit. It's getting annoying."

"What are we?" "A mess."

“I just woke up can you give me a minute before you start being weird.”

“It’s literally two am, shut up.”

"Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in."

"If you can't sleep...we could have sex?"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to punch you."

"Please put your penis away."

"Why are you on the table?" - "Better view of my life." - "Where's the spider?" - "By the door."

"Shut up and get in the closet."

"Listen, I don't mind cuddling. But if you wake me up again I'll whoop your ass."

"I'm an insomniac, this is normal."

"Listen...I didn't know it was illegal."

"Stop messing with your IV."

"I'm pretty sure this place in haunted."

"Hold my hand you asshole"

"Did...Did you just bark at that guy?"

"Awww yay what a nice reunion! Now come fucking help me"

"We are not picking up the free chair" - "Why not!!?" - "Because that shit is 100% haunted."

"Why are you so mean to me?" - "You cannot take the child home."

"I love you so much I'm gonna bite you."

Song prompts:

If you want me to write a story based on a song, send me the link in the request. Please keep in mind, like with anything, I'm not going to force myself to write something if I'm not feeling it.

All the love-A.

am i the only one who genuinely just can’t handle a sad ending? like, if a story ends on a sad note i actually have to go lay down for a bit, acting like it just happened to me 💀😭

01. Run Little Bird (A Dr. Who Story)

Time was a funny thing, she had found out. And apparently much more complicated than she ever anticipated. She still wasn’t sure what was in that tomb, what had cursed her, but she was stuck with her consequences, and when torchwood had found her, well it was only a bit of a shock when they told her aliens exist, time travel too. Some aliens look like us, others don’t, some are friendly, others evil with hatred in their hearts. When Jack harkness had offered her a ‘job’ of sorts, traveling through space and time, stopping disasters from wiping out whole planets and races, and saving people. It made the fact that she was supposedly going to live forever mean a little bit more, to know she was putting her life to use. 

“What should we call you?” Jack had asked her one day, she opened her mouth but nothing came out, she wasn’t sure. Which seemed redundant, she had a name, has a name. But a part of her felt like she died when she broke the ushabti in that sarcophagus in Egypt, and a new woman had come out-a woman with all the time in the universe to spare. She thought for a moment, before giving him an answer.

“Robin.” 

That was nearly six months ago, and how Robin went on a scouting mission to a distress signal on a planet a few light years away, somehow ended up with her being held captive by a zygon fleet, ws beyond her understanding of things. “Who do you work for?” The zygons demanded, a human amongst a planet of lizard people tended to stand out a bit, she figured. “Who said I worked for anyone?” She quipped back, “Humans have no place here.” One spat, “Who said I was human?” She was playing a stupid game for most, but she was trying to buy Jack time to call someone, anyone to help her save these people. One zygon looks to another, before he’s ripping a child from her family, crying for her mother. Robin leaps forward, but is held back by the two aliens flanking her sides, but she struggles anyway.

“Let her go! She’s innocent! I’m the one you want!” She pleads, “Human.” One of the zygon spits, “Always too sentimental.” The little girl is wailing in the zygons arms for her parents, and it rips at Robin’s heart. “I swear to you, I am not an enemy you want to make.” he zygons laugh at her, “humans are weak, harmless.” Their leader responds. “Well this one has all of time and space to hunt you down, and I will, now let these people go, they don’t have anything for you!” The door once locked suddenly bursts open, a man, with a striped suit, a long coat, and a worn pair of sneakers, strolling in, like a walk in the park. “Hello there.” He says, almost like a friend. “Who are you?!” The Zygons demand, “Me? Well, I’m the doctor.” The rest of the firefight is a blur of innocent people running from the battle, and Robin somehow finding herself fighting side by side with a man she doesn’t know but has no option other than to trust. And after barring the doors to buy some time she sees the doctor pressing buttons, flipping a switch, and pulling a screwdriver that glows out of his coat before the console erupts with sparks. 

“What do we do now?” Robin asks, still attempting to catch her breath. The doctor takes her hand in his, a comforting gesture that sends a shiver through her bones. A wide grin breaks onto his face, “Now we run.” The two of them break through the hallway, rushing through the flashing lights and warning signals, right towards a London police box. “Right then, in you hop!” He pushes Robin forward into it before following her in, she’s stuck in her spot, the ceiling never seems to end, and they’re staircases that lead deeper into the contraption she’s been shoved into.

“Go on, say it, everyone does.” The doctor smiles as he navigates the tardis’ center console. “It’s bigger on the inside.” The doctor’s smile only grows, “I love it when they say it.”