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“Where are we going?” You asked excitedly as the Doctor let you drive the TARDIS. You felt like you were getting your license over again, except this time you were driving a machine that travels through time and space. When you looked over at the Doctor, he looked just as excited as you did.
“Let’s start off with something easy. How about going to see your parents?”
You continued studying the console until you actually comprehended what he had said. You spun around, meeting his gaze. “My parents? Doctor, are you asking to meet my parents?”
It surprised you that he would want to go see your parents. Of course, that’s probably the next step, seeing as you had been ‘dating’ for two months. ‘Dating’, meaning getting into trouble on alien planets or Earth and somehow wiggling out of it and snogging afterwards. He did take you on a few real dates, which you thoroughly enjoyed, but somehow involved everything mentioned and then some.
The Doctor looked as if he decided that was the wrong thing to say, but seeing as he had already said it, he built up his confidence and sort of puffed out his chest, which you found quite cute. “Yes,” he may have blushed a bit, but that didn’t matter. You smiled at him and ran over to peck him on the cheek.
“You’re adorable,” you added, snaking your arms around him. He frowned slightly, “I’m not adorable. I’m a Time Lord, I’ve saved—“
“Adorable,” you cut him off. After giving him another kiss, you went back to looking at the console. After staring for a few long seconds, you sighed. There were hundreds of things, half of which looked never used, but you couldn’t distinguish what was what. The Doctor obviously noticed your difficulty and made a move to help you. Without hesitating, he put his hands on your shoulders, “Need some help?”
“Yeah,” you admitted shivering as he slid his hands down your arms until his hands were on top of yours. Your breathing stopped when you felt his breath on your neck. You could have sworn that he was making you blush profusely on purpose. He moved them with ease, pushing buttons with your fingers until finally he came to the lever and set your hand on it.
“Ready?” He asked. You nodded, feeling him start to pull down on the lever and you pulled with him. The TARDIS shook like it always did and you jumped happily.
“I love you,” you said, taking his hand. He squeezed back and practically dragged you over to the doors.
“Ready?”
“Let’s start off with something easy. How about going to see your parents?”
You continued studying the console until you actually comprehended what he had said. You spun around, meeting his gaze. “My parents? Doctor, are you asking to meet my parents?”
It surprised you that he would want to go see your parents. Of course, that’s probably the next step, seeing as you had been ‘dating’ for two months. ‘Dating’, meaning getting into trouble on alien planets or Earth and somehow wiggling out of it and snogging afterwards. He did take you on a few real dates, which you thoroughly enjoyed, but somehow involved everything mentioned and then some.
The Doctor looked as if he decided that was the wrong thing to say, but seeing as he had already said it, he built up his confidence and sort of puffed out his chest, which you found quite cute. “Yes,” he may have blushed a bit, but that didn’t matter. You smiled at him and ran over to peck him on the cheek.
“You’re adorable,” you added, snaking your arms around him. He frowned slightly, “I’m not adorable. I’m a Time Lord, I’ve saved—“
“Adorable,” you cut him off. After giving him another kiss, you went back to looking at the console. After staring for a few long seconds, you sighed. There were hundreds of things, half of which looked never used, but you couldn’t distinguish what was what. The Doctor obviously noticed your difficulty and made a move to help you. Without hesitating, he put his hands on your shoulders, “Need some help?”
“Yeah,” you admitted shivering as he slid his hands down your arms until his hands were on top of yours. Your breathing stopped when you felt his breath on your neck. You could have sworn that he was making you blush profusely on purpose. He moved them with ease, pushing buttons with your fingers until finally he came to the lever and set your hand on it.
“Ready?” He asked. You nodded, feeling him start to pull down on the lever and you pulled with him. The TARDIS shook like it always did and you jumped happily.
“I love you,” you said, taking his hand. He squeezed back and practically dragged you over to the doors.
“Ready?”
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Doctor Who [Request] Fluffy Ninth Doctor x Reader
Fluffy Ninth Doctor x Reader
It’s your day off from work and you decide to spend the day on your own by going out to buy some new clothes.
You take the bus to the city centre. The bus is crowded, but you manage to find a seat by the window. Seats by the window are your favourites when you need to reach the city centre because you live in the suburbs.
You stare outside the window, ignoring everyone around you. Bohemian Rhapsody is playing on your iPod while you scan the landscape. Everything looked normal, even the public toilets at a construction site, except for the one that rather looked like a wooden police box.
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Doctor!TenxReader Request for LightxLxCandy
You sat curled up under the controls of the TARDIS. You had been with the Doctor for only a short time and you had only really gone back and forth in time. First to the future, where you found that the bullies from your high school all became successful business people. The Doctor reassured you that it takes that type to become big in business, but that really just discouraged you more.
"Why should the worst people get the most power?"
You asked. The Doctor said it was because they are ruthless and do anything to get there. You knew he was right, but it didn't make you feel any better. Then you went to the past. That proved a very bad idea,
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Appendicitis Sherlock x Reader (request)
Sherlock had finished his case and offered to cook dinner, something John had suggested he do as a 'romantic' gesture. After eating the dish Sherlock had prepared you felt rather nauseous and the stomach ache you had been suffering from had worsen. Sherlock had loudly lamented that his cooking was not that bad, that he had eaten it also and he was fine. John had returned home to find you lying on the sofa, deathly pale, clutching your abdomen.
"Where does it hurt (F/n)?" John prodded your stomach gently as he tried to work out what was going on. As he pushed down on your lower stomach you yelped.
"There! It hurts there!"
A flicker of conce
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I'm good with the snogging. Totally for it. -BB