where can i find the doctor and his tardis

File It Under Unfinished Business

Fanfiction Contest Winner 2016

written by @badismyname

“Let me get this straight,” The Doctor is looking at you intently with those big brown eyes and adjusts his tie. “You just let it in?!” He points his arm emphatically at the Tardis door. “What if it gets caught up in something? Or gets lost?”

All you can do is wince at his tone of voice and look embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to. I heard a noise, I thought it was you. I just opened the door a sliver to peek out and then it ran in…” Your voice trails off and you give the Doctor the most innocent look you can muster. His eyes soften at the corners and he quirks a small smile.

“We’ll just have to find it then, won’t we?”

Phew… he wasn’t actually mad. You’ve seen the Doctor upset or sad, he could be dealt with then, but when he was mad you didn’t want to be on the receiving end. As many Daleks would attest if you could get past “Exterminate”.

The Doctor’s look turned more mischievous and he’s placed an index finger on your breastbone. “I’ll help you find it. But you let it in, so you have to catch it.” He removes his finger leaving tingles behind and you’re breathing quicker than you were before. Damnit, he has such an affect on you. Hopefully he won’t notice. You glance at him to check. His hands are already stuffed into his pockets and he’s strolling towards the stairs. “Come on. You’re not going to catch it standing around like that! Did you see which way it went?”


“Well, always up for an adventure, me.” The Doctor shrugs, dances down the stairs then out of sight.

Follow the Doctor, please. You will your legs to take steps forward. It was just a finger!

The Doctor calls back to you, “Did you happen to see what color it was?”


He sounds far off already but you’re sure that you hear him mumble, “Why does everything else get to be ginger?”

You follow the sound of clomping trainers and find him staring at a wall panel. It looks pretty innocuous to you but the Doctor whips out his sonic screwdriver and starts to scan. The blue light and familiar sound reminds you of the first time you met the Doctor. You smile inwardly. It seems like only yesterday he invited you into the Tardis. Yesterday and a million years ago. Almost quite literally.
You snap out of your reverie, quickly focusing your gaze back on him. Like always, he is still in his own mind trying to understand why the panel was panel. You can only speculate.

“Something wrong Doctor?”

He turns his head, squints an eye at you. “This panel is different. Different color, different texture.” He licks the panel. “Different taste. Why is this panel different from the rest?” He’s standing up straight now, pointing at the panel, looking at you for an answer.

“It looks that same as the others to me. Maybe you repaired it and don’t remember?” You offer, eyebrows raised. You purse your lips speculatively.
Did that really just happen? You are very sure the Doctor just looked you in the eye then at your lips then quickly looked away.

Now you’ve never said anything to the Doctor about the feelings you have for him. You weren’t sure if the feelings were mutual which is why you didn’t. That look though. Maybe you are thinking too much into things. You file that look under unfinished business, a file that was getting fatter by the day. Time for that later. You’ve got something to find and no time to think about odd looks from the Doctor.

He looks back at you and slips his screwdriver back into his suit pocket.

“Hmmm, I don’t trust things that don’t taste right. Especially when they’re in my Tardis.”

Trying to keep the Doctor from getting distracted again you grab him by the hand and begin tugging him down the corridor. “Come on, Doctor! Let’s get back to the weird tasting panel later. Right now, we’ve got a cat to find!”

You’re certain when you took the Doctor’s hand he smiled a smile he thought you wouldn’t see.

“Puss! Here puss!” The Doctor calls. You were both shouting down corridors looking for the small ginger cat that you’d accidentally let into the Tardis. He’d let your hand go a few junctions back somewhat reluctantly. You can still feel his warmth and the butterflies in your stomach from his close proximity. Thank your DNA you weren’t prone to blushing, you would still be red now if that were the case.

“Maybe we should go back to the control room? I don’t think it got this far into the Tardis and cats have a good sense of direction. It’ll not want to stay once it realises we don’t have any food.” You advise but the Doctor’s not even looking at you. He’s wandered ten feet away and is glaring at another wall panel. He’s definitely not just curious this time and now he’s licked it. And again. You really wish his tongue didn’t get around so much. Being jealous of inanimate objects was not very becoming.


He turns to you and points his sonic at the panel in an off-handed gesture, “This panel is exactly the same as the other. Same color, texture, and taste. They match only themselves and not the rest of the wall panels.” The Doctor starts pacing a little and runs his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “You could be right. I repaired it and I just don’t remember. But two that I don’t remember is more unlikely. If we find a third…” He says, walking down the hallway looking intently at walls, feeling each panel in turn.

“What about the cat?” You ask, following, taking a quick look at the panel the Doctor claimed looked different. It looked the same.

Focused on a panel and stroking his chin the Doctor says, “The cat…will…have…to wait.” He takes your hand in his and whisks you back the way you came.

You finally get back to the first different panel. You, regretfully, let go of the Doctor’s hand to steady yourself and catch your breath. He’s distracted by the panel. He’s so intense yet curious. That face makes your heart melt. While you’re busy being dreamy eyed and melty, the Doctor’s got your hand again running down another corridor in the opposite direction of the last. He’s looking more quickly, he now knows what he’s looking for. It’s really hard to concentrate on helping when he’s so close. His hand is warm but dry. Fingers long and thin but strong. You wanted him to do things with those hands. Feel his fingers on your cheek, his thumb sweep across your lip.

“Ah ha!” yells the Doctor, all teeth and eyes, and he stops up short. You very nearly run into him. He’s got his hands on the panel now, nowhere near you. Maybe he and the panel should get a room. You cross your arms, you look at the panel then back at the Doctor.

“I just don’t see it, Doctor. They all look the same.” You say crisply before you realise how childish you sound.

The Doctor stands up perfectly straight and doesn’t seem to notice your snark.

“You’re looking but you’re not seeing!” He gestures with his hands around his face frantically. Like the gestures could help you see. The Doctor really thought more of you than you thought of yourself. But you are sure they all look the same.

TRY harder. For the Doctor. You look back at the panel he had been inspecting and focus. The color was a bit different. More blue than the surrounding walls. So subtle that you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention and happen to be concentrating on the Doctor’s hands instead.

You place your hand on the different panel and one next to it. The blue panel had a slight ribbed texture to it where the regular panel was smooth.

“Taste it.” The Doctor says.

“Oh, no. I’m not putting my tongue on that. It’s different. I can tell now without licking it.”

“Myah well,” he rubs his neck, looking maybe a bit disappointed. “That’s three panels in my Tardis that are not of my making. Where did they come from?” (He’s got his crazed face on now.) “Why are they here? Who put them there? Why are they almost exactly the same but different enough for me to notice if I just looked a bit harder?” The Doctors head snaps around. “And would I have found them if we weren’t looking for that cat?”

“Maybe we should find out how many more of those panels there are, Doctor?”
“Right then. Allons-y!”

There were fifteen blue panels set oddly about in the walls of the Tardis.
Once you put your mind on the task and away from your infatuation with the Doctor you were pretty helpful. Being helpful to the Doctor made you feel good. He’d held your hand three more times and he’d talked you into licking a wall. Even though you were concentrating on being helpful, you couldn’t quite turn all your feelings off. That worked to his advantage, not yours. Hence the wall licking. Damn him and his stupid eyes.

The wall did have an odd taste. Like rotten eggs or sulphur. Through all your panel investigating, you still hadn’t found the cat. You tried to get the Doctor call it Heathcliff instead of the cat but he refused. He said he would call it by it’s name when the cat gave it to him. Because he spoke cat. The know-it-all.

There didn’t seem to be any connection in the positioning of the panels in relation to each other, the Tardis, or in the collection of oddities they contained. They were made of the same material the other panels were made of according to the scans he’d done. Now back in the control room, the Doctor was leaning over the console speaking out loud mostly to himself trying to make sense of it, ticking (which slowly turned to banging) off each thought.

“Sulphur, blue, textured….fifteen. Four evenly spaced down one corridor. Two facing each other. One close to the control room. Five at the ends of five separate corridors. And three in dead ends. Where’s the connection!?” The Doctor is looking flustered and he kicks his foot against the floor. You wish you could help him but what could your puny brain possibly conceive that a 900 year old Time Lord couldn’t?

“Maybe there isn’t one?” You speculate and it’s definitely a question not a statement.

He turns towards you and his eyes focus,

“What did you say?”

“I said maybe there isn’t one. A connection in relation to the Tardis. Maybe they’re just random anomalies.”

The Doctor takes three steps and has you by the shoulders. He’s shaking you in an affectionately excited way.

“Brilliant. You’re brilliant. Not the anomalies part but the random in relation to the Tardis part. You can’t get it all right but brilliant.”

Before you can smile at him for calling you brilliant, his lips are on yours. What seems like an eternity passes and as your body finally decides to respond and relax into the kiss it’s over. The Doctor’s pulling you back down the stairs into the first corridor to the panel closest to the control room.

You file that kiss with the rest of the unfinished business.

You’re breathless from running around rechecking all the panels. And from that kiss. The Doctor kissed you for being brilliant. Put that away for later.
Their positioning on the ship was random so he had to figure out what else connected them. All the panels you and the Doctor checked together, he noticed the texture was the difference. Each went in a different direction, created a different pattern. The one closest to the control room pointed up in an arrow motif. The two facing each other were horizontal lines. The four in the same corridor were swirls; two to the right, two to the left. The Doctor was checking the five at the ends of the corridors and he sent you to check the ones at the dead ends.

The first one you checked was a diagonal from left to right. The second was the opposite. You’ve been searching for the third dead end but it’s not where you remember it being. It was definitely 10 steps past the four way junction but it’s much farther down now. 30 steps. Huh. Maybe you missed counted. There had been a lot of hand holding going on at the time.

Walking up to the panel, you place your palms flat and feel the ribbing. Interesting. This one, following the pattern, felt like a teardrop. Pointed at the top, ballooning out at the bottom. You wonder what the Doctor would make of the panels. They were almost like a puzzle that needed to be put together. Maybe it was. You’ll suggest that to him when you get back.


As you turn to the sound, you see a little ginger cat rubbing it’s cheek against the corner of the entryway. You didn’t get a great look at it when it ran into the Tardis but now you could see how desperately cute the thing is. It couldn’t be more than a few months old and so fluffy.

“Oh aren’t you adorable. Come her kitty.” You try to entice it over with your fingers and a soft voice. It takes a few tentative steps towards you and attacks your fingers playfully. After a few moments of play, you scoop the cat up cradling it like a baby and scratch it on the head. While you are gushing over the little fuzz ball you think you hear the Doctor calling your name but it’s far off.

“Doctor? Is that you?” You call back down the corridor.

The Doctor turns right around the corner from the corridor on the left and his face contorts from frantic concern to wide with relief. He steps forward hurriedly, looks like he’s about to hug you but sees the cat. He takes your shoulders instead (a little put out).

“Where have you been?”

“I did what you asked me to do. Checked the panels and I just so happen to also find the cat.”

“But you’ve been gone for five hours.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense. I couldn’t’ve been more than half an hour. You told me to be quick.” You say a little defensively. You had two tasks and managed to kill two birds with one stone in no more than 30 minutes. You were sure. He still had his hands on you and his eyes now looked worried.

“You have been gone for five hours….I was very worried about you.” He says quietly. You can feel the tickle of his breath on your cheeks, his lips are so close to yours. The Doctor’s eyes are pools of dark water you’re drowning in and you want to. Maybe now was the time to bring up that unfinished business. Better he should know than not, right? Either way he felt, he would be more conscientious about how he acted towards you in the future. That could mean no more random you’re brilliant kisses but it could also be the exact opposite. You can make the choice. Break the surface or let yourself sink deeper…

“I think it’s a puzzle.” Coward.

“What?” His hands drop away from you.

“The panels, I think they might be puzzle pieces.” 

Just like that, the magic was broken. He is back to pacing the corridor thinking about what you’d just said.

“Let’s get back to the control room. I need you to tell me what those other panels look like and see if your theory is correct.” The Doctor says sternly walking back the way he came. “Bring the cat.”

Crowley. The Doctor said the cat’s name was Crowley. You would know if you spoke cat. The name sounded familiar but couldn’t quite remember where from. You explained to him in detail what your panels looked like but before he could tell you about his five he got distracted. Now, he was on the floor playing with tiny little Crowley looking the definition of adorable. If you looked up the word in the dictionary there would be a picture of the Doctor playing with a ginger kitten. It bounced around his ankles chasing the loose laces, catching them and trying to run off with its prey only for the lace to rebound back home when it reached the maximum length. The Doctor was laughing and his eyes sparkled with delight.

“Oh we’re just going to have to keep you, won’t we? You brilliant little thing.”
The Doctor scooped up the kitten, looked up at you his face full of child-like wonder, “Shouldn’t we?”

“I think Crowley would make a great addition to our family, Doctor,” you say smiling at him from a few feet away. You would have liked to be sitting closer but the view was better here and you could more easily hide your staring.

“Do you mean that?” The Doctor’s face turned a bit serious. He stood, kitten in hand, suit crumpled from his time on the floor.

“Of course! Every Tardis should have a cat.” You chuckle trying to soften that look but it turned even more serious.

“No. Not that. The part about us being a family?” He looked down at Crowley and his voice was quiet. He was so uncharacteristically quiet you weren’t sure what to do. His shoulders shook a bit and when he turned his head back up to you there were tears glistening in his eyes. “I was so worried about you today. I couldn’t even imagine what had happened. I yelled your name and you didn’t answer. I was about to start tearing out walls before I finally found you.” He set the kitten down on the console (you note that it promptly found a warm spot near the center and fell asleep) takes a few steps towards you before stopping within arms reach. “You are like family to me.”

Now it’s your turn to look down.

“Sure, sure. Like a kid sister, right? That you have watch over, protect.”

He puts a knuckle under your chin, thumb just below your lip and lifts your face to look at him. “Not like a sister. Did that kiss not mean anything to you?” The tears in his eyes are on the verge of falling, his heart is wide open.

If only you could’ve seen inside his head. All that unfinished business you filed away for later has been tossed into the air of your mind now and you don’t know where to start. The looks, the smiles, the hand holding, the kiss. He was trying to be subtle, feel you out. The Doctor’s thrown caution to the wind and he’s looking at you with those deep dark orbs waiting for an answer. You’re finding it hard to take a deep breath. The Doctor’s seen so much, he carried so much sadness. He’s laid his heart on the table with a few words and a look. You always hoped but never dare say and now he’s giving you your chance because he feels the same and doesn’t know. The Doctor wants you and he doesn’t even know you want him back.

Say Something! Anything! Start Somewhere. Anywhere.

“Everything. That kiss meant everything to me.”

The Doctor’s hand slides to your cheek, his kiss is soft and sweet. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You can feel the muscles of his back through his suit. A little moan escapes your lips. The Doctor returns it with what could only be described as a growl, and the kiss deepens.

Unnecessary questions start to pop into your head. What about the weird panels? What about the time lapse? What about the cat? SHUT UP! You are just going to have to figure that stuff out later. The Doctor will remember too, eventually. There are much more important things going on right now that need all your attention and you did not plan on letting anything interrupt this moment.

I am absolutely delighted by this fic. There’s marvelous romantic tension, which is probably one of the best things to have in an imagine, or in any story with romance, really. Using present tense is nice for emotional pieces, especially when they had suspense, so that was a great judgment call on writing style. The cat was a cute touch. The mystery of the panels is excellent, mostly because I don’t have a single clue of what the answer could be, which is one of the better options in mystery. In my personal opinion, there are two options in mystery that work really well. The first option is the one seen here, which is to give clues that don’t tell the reader anything until you get to the end, when the final connection is made. The other option is to give clues that are potentially misleading, so that the reader thinks they have it all figured out until you surprise them with a completely different explanation than what they were expecting. This is an excellent balance of mystery and romance, and I hope to see a continuation very soon.

Right On Cue

Eleven x Reader

Request: @doctorppwhouffle Sorry for disturbing you for the second time, but, could foi write a smut one with the prompt “Teach me how to play?” Elevenxreader, please. If possible, where Eleven is the dominant? If not, thanks anyway. 😙

I’m so sorry this is late!! I have been having a crazy week…I hope you enjoy!! Thanks so much for your patience, support, and request! :) xoxo

Warning: Smut

Title: Right On Cue

Word Count: 3,407

“Doctor, I swear if you run me into a wall, or door I’m going to punch you.” You claimed as you were lead with your eyes covered down the winding halls of the Tardis. “You know, the more you threaten that you’re going to punch me, the less I believe you actually will.” The Doctor retorted, quickly spinning you to make a left turn. You softly laughed as you allowed him to lead you, “I like to see it as more of a promise than a threat, and if you’re feelin’ lucky, then why don’t you test me and see what happens?” You poked, and you could have sworn you heard his smirk spread across his face. “Oh, Y/N, now’s not the time to fulfill unfinished promises,” You shivered, not expecting him to be right behind your ear. “Now is the time for a surprise!” He quickly switched and exclaimed. “Surprise?” You questioned, walking straight for what seemed like a long time. “Yes! I know we have been busy doing amazing, timey, spacey, stuff, so I have a more human-y surprise for you so you can unwind! Besides, everyone knows surprises are the coolest thing!” You attempted to quicken your pace to the unknown location, but the Doctor made sure to keep you at his own. “Right-o! Here we are! Just step right in here, and…” He removed his hands from your eyes, and as your eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room, the first thing you saw was his beaming grin as he stood in front of you, arms outstretched to show off a pub.

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The Girl Who Came Back (Eleventh x Reader)

Character: Eleven Doctor

Fandom: Doctor Who

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: The Girl Who Came Back

Requested by anon:

Oneshot with eleven? Maybe he refuses to admit any feelings for her despite them being obvious to everyone except her herself and vice versa and so amy takes the situation into her own hands and forces the doctor to finally admit his feelings and she’s relieved cause she loves him but thought he loved amy?

A/N: This one is a complicated one because of the plot I came up with. It’s always hard to write about time travelling and paradoxes and stuff, but I hope you enjoy it!!

“Exterminate!” Even in 1964, we stumbled upon Daleks.

The Doctor and I ran away from them as there were too many to fight them.

When I felt I was safe, I stopped running. I leaned on my knees to get my breath back and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

“That was close. Right, Doctor?” I looked next to me, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Doctor?”

As we ran away from the Daleks, I had lost him. We must have ran in different directions without realizing.

“Brilliant” I sighed in annoyance, wondering where he could be at the moment.

I had to find him.

Once my breathing had got to normal after my little dash, I got ready to look for him.

As I ran again, I bumped into someone.

“There you are! You came back!” The Doctor received me with a grin.

“I always find my way back” I beamed, knowing it was only pure luck.

He grinned wider and picked up my hand, dragging me along with him.

“Quick, let’s get back to the TARDIS!”

“Can I drive it now?” I pleaded as I struggled to keep up with his long legs.

I had been travelling with the Doctor for so long. It felt like I had known him and his wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff all my life. I met him before his last regeneration. He used to say ‘allons-y’ all the time back then. Now he just liked to randomly yell ‘geronimo!’

And I knew pretty much how the TARDIS worked. I was so fascinated by it that I observed him and eventually learnt how to use it myself.

“No, no one touches my TARDIS” He let go of my hand as he halted to a stop.

“Talking about it, where is it?” I glanced around, looking for the big blue police box. Couldn’t miss it.

“I could swear I left it here” The Doctor scratched his head in confusion.

“Me too!”

He spun around himself comically, as if the TARDIS was at his back.

“Let’s take a look around, maybe it’s somewhere else” I took ahold of his hand and dragged him away from there, going through many streets and searching for the TARDIS.

The Doctor kept mumbling in concern, wondering what he would do now without his time machine.

“There it is!” I pointed at it as soon as I noticed the big box.

We had just arrived at the same spot that we began looking it for in.

“That was odd…” The Doctor made a face as he slowly walked towards his spaceship and softly rubbed its surface, whispering something to it that sounded a lot like: “Hello, sexy”

I just shrugged and came in as he walked in circles around it, examining like that would give him the secrets of the universe.


Another adventure and another danger.

Out of all the creatures we had encountered, these were the most terrifying to me. Weeping angels.

Not even the Daleks provoked me such fear. Who would want to be thrown back so long into the past? Lose life as you know it? Your friends, your family, your house? Everything!

I had turned around and found myself face to face with one. I had screamt at the top of my lungs because I was terrified of them. The Doctor was soon behind me and stood between the terrible creature and me.

He got hold of my wrist and stared at the statue.

“Don’t blink” The Doctor reminded me, still holding my wrist tightly to make sure I still was there next to him.

I was shaking in fear as I tried to keep my eyes open and fixed upon the weeping angel, which observed me still with its terrible stone eyes and threatening sharp teeth.

“I need to go back for my sonic screwdriver” The Doctor told me, his glare still on the statue before him. “Stay here, and don’t blink!”

“Doctor!” I called him, feeling a lot more vulnerable if he wasn’t there with me.

“Hold on!” He exclaimed as he ran off.

I bit my lip and gulped hard, focusing on holding its glare.

Carefully, I walked backwards to stablish a distance between it and me.

But without realizing, I blinked.

I screamt when I felt the creature quickly advance towards me, and I covered my eyes with my hands, not brave enough to face it anymore.



I uncovered my eyes and found myself in somewhere familiar, a strong sense of dejavu washing over me. I had been there before.

Truth to be told, travelling with the Doctor for so long, we had been pretty much in every single era the Earth had seen.

But I remembered that place like I had been there yesterday. In fact, maybe I was!

In a rush, I ran to a news-stand that stood in the middle of the streets and looked at the date: 8th May, 1964.

The Doctor and I had been there on 13th, so if I waited five days, I’d had my opportunity to get back.

I was as lucky as always! If I waited, I would have access to a time machine!

In fact… didn’t the TARDIS disappear for a few minutes? We thought we had misplaced it, but it was probably me!

I knew what I had to do. I had done it in the past, I mean the future. I had to be really careful, though.

I would wait and when the Doctor and my other self arrived in 1964, I would borrow the TARDIS and travel back to my year, to 2015. Since the Doctor and the other Y/N would still need the TARDIS, I’d have to configure it so it would go back on its own, but I probably could do that.

The plan was ready in my head. I just had to wait and perform it.

If I survived for a few days in 1964 that was.


I quickly got out of the TARDIS, knowing it would go back soon if I had done everything right.

As if I would change everything just by moving too fast, I carefully walked the streets, wondering if I had made it.

After I took a brief look around, I was positive: I was back in 2015.

I silently thanked the gods or whatever superior forces there were for paying so close attention to how the Doctor manipulated his TARDIS.

As expected, the TARDIS began making its characteristic noise and slowly faded away until it completely disappeared.

Hoping I would be as lucky as I usually was, I walked down the streets of London. The Doctor could be around here somewhere.

A tall lanky man wearing a red fez caught my attention. It was him, no mistake. He loved those hats.

With a big smile on my face, I began running towards him.


The man fastly turned around, his fez almost falling off his head.

“Y/N?!” He exclaimed, amazed.

He ran in my direction too until we collided in a familiar and intimate hug.

“So this is the famous Y/N” A redheaded girl said behind the Doctor.

“Sorry, who are you?” I asked her, trying not to be rude.

“Amy Pond, Y/N” The Doctor happily introduced us. He was delighted because I was back. “Y/N, Amy Pond”

We shook hands as she stared at me in awe. I wondered what the Doctor told her about me.

“How did you come back?” The Doctor was so shocked to see me, almost as if I was only a mirage.

I had taken the easy route, but he had waited decades until I got back.

“I took the TARDIS while we were travelling to 1964” I explained, and his expression lit up with realization.

“That’s why the TARDIS disappeared for a while!” He exclaimed excitedly. “It was there! I knew I left it there! You took it!”

“Yes. And then I configured it so it would go back on its own”

“Yes!! Brilliant, Y/N!!”

“Are you going to tell her before she fades away again?” Amy shoved him, sending him an odd glare. “You kept talking about her!”

“Tell me what?”

“You’re right, Amy Pond” The Doctor ignored my question.

Amy smirked as she watched us closely.

“I’m not going to let you go again without telling you: I love you”

I stared at the Doctor in disbelief, my mouth agape. I thought that he had replaced me once I had disappeared, that he didn’t love me because he had that new girl with him. But I was glad to see I was mistaken.

“Really?” I asked him with a smile that slowly took over my face.

“Yes, I-“ Before he could finish his sentence, I placed my hands on his face and smashed my lips against his on impulse.

The kiss was surprisingly good for an old humanoid alien, I must say.

For a moment, he looked at me with wide eyes and with a faint blush on his cheeks. But soon he recovered and grinned.

“My TARDIS girl” He beamed, obviously very proud of my deed. “You made it back again”

“I always find my way back” I smiled, being glad to be reunited with him again.

One doesn’t realize how much you can miss him until he disappears.

The Doctor gave me a big hug as I noticed Amy smiling next to us.

He sighed softly against my ear, blowing my hair away.

“The girl who came back”

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking prompts? If so, can you write one where the Doctor finds the two Claras that have to share a bed (from Clara and the TARDIS) and smut ensues. Pretty please *bats eyelashes*

OkaY haha I had fun writing this but it took forever. Finding the perfect balance of smut and good writing is my quest. Do let me know if I’ve undertaken it well.

The Doctor had been spending the past two hours trying to sort out all the Claras he’d found at her request. In the middle of the night, he’d woken to her yelling his name in a panic.

“Clara?” He’d asked, coming upon the console room, and finding quite a few Claras, all of whom turned to look at him.

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Okay, imagine David Tennant going to a Doctor Who shoot and he’s already in costume and running late to the next location. He’s driving hastily and gets pulled over. So the cop comes to the window and asks him for his licence and registration. He pulls out the psychic paper and the cop is a little taken back.

“What is this?” He asks holding up the blank paper.

“Psychic paper. Show people whatever I want them to see.” David responds.

“Right… um, I’m going to need to see you REAL licence and registration, Mr…”


“Mr…Doctor, I need-”

“No, just THE Doctor.”

“Fine, Doctor, I need to see you licence and registration.”

So David looks around and can’t seem to find it. He turns back to the cop and says, “Ummm, I think I left it in the TARDIS.”

“The what?” The cop asks. David pulls something out of his coat pocket.

“Maybe I can teleport it…”


“Wait, what?!?!”
Later on, Billie is running around set looking for David.

“Where on Earth could he be?!” She exclaims frantically. He wasn’t answering his phone.

As Billie kept pacing, her cell phone finally rang. She ran to pick it up. When she saw the number, it wasn’t one she recognized, but she answered anyway.


“Billie?! Thank God! It’s David.”


“Well, I’m kind of in jail.” He confessed.

There was a long pause.

“You’re… where?”

“I’m sort of… in jail.”

“Why?! For what?!”

Another long pause

“Speeding, identity theft, and…Concealed Weapon charges…” he mumbled.

“You carry a weapon with you?! Why didn’t any one know th-”

“No! No! No! I wasn’t really carrying a weapon…”

“Then what-”

“They patted me down and found the sonic screwdriver! I tried my best to explain, but they wouldn’t listen to me.”
David heard a strange noise on the other end. He thought Billie was crying.
“Billie, I’m fine, really!” But he soon realized that she wasn’t crying, she was laughing!

“Billie, what’s so funny?!”

She was still cracking up.

“They thought… oh my gosh it’s just a prop! That’s hilarious!”

David’s expression, although Billie couldn’t see it, was annoyed.

“What was the identity theft charge for?”

David fell silent. Before he could say anything, Billie gasped.

“You didn’t…” She trailed off. David sighed.

“I did.”

“YOU DID!” she howled. She was hysterical now.

David huffed. “Look, we can laugh about this LATER?! I’m desperately late now. Just… come get me. Please.”

“Why don’t you just use the TARDIS?” She questioned, “Or did they impound it?”


So later on, Billie picked David up from the police station. After they both got in the car, an awkward silence feel upon the two.

“Thank You, Billie.”

“No problem. I want you safe… my doctor.”



Doctor Who: 11/Reader

Oneshot: can you do one where reader is traveling with 11 and jack harkness, where 11 is jealous of reader and jack because, they are good friends but he has feelings for her too. And the end she ends up with the doctor or jack, you can decide.

I’m so sorry if I requested this already but can I get one where the reader is kinda chubby and shy and self conscious and the eleventh doctor has a crush on her and vise versa so Amy and Rory take awhile to set you two up. I LOVE YOUR BLOG YOUR MY FAVORUTE

(Hope you like it!)

Warnings: self-hate.

Although the Doctor had met Jack Harkness in his previous regenerations, he was more than excited to find his old friend. Once he welcomed the captain to the TARDIS, introductions were quickly made. Right away it was clear Jack wasn’t hesitant to flirt with anyone, regardless of gender. Or species. Or body shape for that matter. He seemed to have taken a liking to me despite the fact I was much rounder than Amy.

As I tugged on the sleeves of my jacket and the hem of my t-shirt, I stood to the side as everyone was talking to each other. The Doctor and Jack noticed me alone and I was quickly joined by Jack.

“Hello (Y/N).” He smiled. I gave him a small smile back.


“You look lovely today.”

“Oh, really?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, well, you always look wonderful.”

“Th-thanks.” I could feel my face growing warm with blood. “Uh, so do you know where we’re going?” I asked moving away. I turned so I was facing Jack and stepped back. Except I bumped into someone. I looked behind me to see the Doctor. More blood rushed to my face and I smiled.

“Hi.” I said wrapping my arms around my stomach. “I-I finished that book you gave me.”

“That’s good. How’d you like it?”

“It was amazing. I really like books, so,” I shrugged my shoulders. The Doctor smiled and looked at Jack. I quickly moved away and went to my bedroom.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Amy.

“(Y/N), you are so shy.” She told me. I wrapped my arms around my stomach.

“I know. But I’m, you know, fat. It makes me uncomfortable.” I admitted.

“You know the Doctor loves you either way, right? And Jack.” She winked.

“Yeah, well, I don’t really like  him like that.”

“Who? The Doctor?”

“No, Jack. I like him. Just not like that.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Later that day, I walked into the control room. Everyone was either in their bedroom or doing whatever they wanted. That left the control room empty except for the Doctor who was standing in front of the controls.

“Hey Doctor.” I smiled a little. The Doctor looked over and smiled at me. My heart flipped in my chest.

“Hello (Y/N). Did I tell you that you look really nice today?”

“Do I really? I mean, Jack said I did.”

“Jack thinks everyone looks nice.” The Doctor pointed out. There was something bitter in his voice.

“Doctor, are you jealous?”

“What? No. I’m not jealous. What would I be jealous about?”

“Jack flirting with me. Although I’m sure he’s being nice since I’m chubby.”

“(Y/N), I know this won’t mean much, but you’re not chubby. In fact, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you.” I could feel myself blushing. “Doctor,” I caught his attention from one of the controls. “Maybe we can get some tea one day? Just the two of us?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

i don’t know what i’m doing…
[part 2]

‘Hello there’ he greeted happily and jumped to the man with the coat, who was sitting curled on the ground, in the middle of nowhere. The man lifted up his head, eyes red, just to meet that happy gaze of a man with a bowtie, strangely almost no eyebrows, and funny hair 'What are you waiting for?’

'Who are you?’ Castiel asked squinting at the man, hoping he would leave.

'I’m the Doctor’ he span around to show himself in all his glory, a bright smile shining on his face. Why was he so cheerful?

'Doctor Who?’ Castiel tilted head even more confused.

'Exactly’ the Doctor smiled even more and took out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at Cas. 'And what are you? Definitely not a human’

'Am an angel of the lord. Castiel’ Cas explained still confused.

'Angel, angel, angel, angel… and you are weeping, oh stars, what kind of a weeping angel are you?’ the Doctor kept scanning him with the screwdriver, staring right at Cas, without blinking.

'One that lost his friend… but it’s not important to you’ Castiel added quietly and turned back to his sorrow.   

'This is where you are wrong, mate. 900 years in time and space and i never met someone who is not important’ the Doctor smiled. 'where did you lose your friend?’

'We were visiting a grave in the cemetery. One moment he was standing next to me, the other he was gone. But i believe he is somewhere out there. But i can’t find him.' 

'How does he look like?' 

'Tall, very tall, long brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, wears a lot of layers and plaid shirts.' 

'We are looking for a moose.’ And before Cas could open his mouth to say something, the Doctor grabbed his hand, pulled him up and dragged him to the TARDIS. He opened the door dramatically and both stepped in. 

Castiel froze at his spot, shocked by the size change of the police box. 

'It’s bigger on the inside’ he whispered looking around, childish smile spreading across the Doctor’s face. 

'Where do we start?’ the Doctor stroked his own hands.

'We can’t search everywhere for him’ Cas frowned sadly.

'We are in a time machine my fellow angel, we can search all times and places and still be on time for the afternoon tea’

'Do you promise to find my Sam?’ Cas looked at him with a hope. 

A bigger smiled formed on the Doctor’s face, he twisted some handles, pushed some buttons and the next adventure was on. 

The Library

Can i request a One-shot where the reader travels with 11th doctor, amy and rory. With the time 11th falls in love with reader but hes is too shy to admit it to her, so he gets help from amy and rory. I like your blog and your writting.

Hi :) love this blog. Could you write an imagine where the reader stows away in the TARDIS and the eleventh Doctor finds them after hearing books fall from the library and is delighted at finding them quietly reading between the shelves please.

(Hope you like it)

Quickly turning the page of my book, I scanned the page. Then I bumped into someone. Looking up, I was greeted by the face of the Doctor. I couldn’t help but grin.

“Hello Doctor.” I said. He took my hands and looked at the book that I was holding. “What’re you doing?”

“Are you rereading this?” He asked holding my hands up.

“Yes, I haven’t had time to get a new book.” I explained.

“We’ll have to change that.” He smiled. “I’ll see you later. I think Amy is looking for you.”

“Okay, thanks.” I nodded before walking off.

As I made my way down the corridor, I found Amy who looked please to see me. I smiled at her.

“The Doctor said that you were looking for me?” I queried.

“Yeah. I have a question: do you like the Doctor?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I mean more than that.” Amy pressed on. I could feel my ears growing warm and Amy grinned. “That’s all I needed to know.” Before I could question Amy about why I was asked those questioned, she walked away. I shrugged my shoulders and carried on reading as I walked around.

The next day, I walked into the main room of the TARDIS where the Doctor was talking to Amy and Rory. I cleared my throat to let them know that I was there. The Doctor turned to look at me and his face was slightly red. I smiled. In my hands was the book I had yesterday.

“I need to show you something.” The Doctor said before bounding over to me. I raised my eyebrows at me. “Come on,” He took my hand.

“Okay.” I followed him out of the control room and through one of the many TARDIS corridors.

“How good is that book?” He asked.

“Well, it’s one of my favourites. You should read it one day.”

“Then I will. And you,” He stopped in front of a door that was unfamiliar to me. “Should read these books.” He pushed open the door to reveal a library. Quite possibly the largest library I have ever seen. My jaw hit the floor as I took in the sight. Not knowing what to say, I stepped inside and looked around. All the walls were covered with bookshelves that were almost overflowing with different novels. I turned to the Doctor.

“This is beautiful.” I exclaimed. The Doctor grinned and I threw my arms around his neck in hug. He hugged me back.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it? I love it!”

The next few days went by in a blur. Each day I found myself wandering back to the library and strolling through the different shelves taking in all the titles. Every so often, I was visited by the Doctor to be asked how I was enjoying the books. I would always tell him that I loved it. Sometimes Amy and Rory would come and check on me.

“Do you know why the Doctor showed you the library?” Rory asked me. I stuck my head around a corner to look at him.

“Because I needed more books?” I suggested.

“It’s because he fancies you. Amy told me. I stared at her. “You didn’t know that, did you (Y/N)?”

“No. Not really.” I admitted. However, I was very pleased to hear that information.

“We’ll leave you to your books.” Rory said before leaving with Amy. Once they had left, I fell into one of the armchairs that were in the library. Sitting on a coffee table next to me were a pile of books I pulled off the shelves. I picked one up and began reading it. Except my thoughts kept travelling to what Amy had said about the man with the bowtie. A giggle escaped from me and I blushed. Thankfully, nobody was around.

“Ah! I should’ve known that you were here!” I jumped at the Doctor’s voice and got to my feet to face him.

“Did you read the book?” I asked.

“I did. And I enjoyed it.” He told me. I beamed at him.

“Good. Because I have more to recommend.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat.

“Amy said that you fancy me. Is that true?” I couldn’t help but ask. The Doctor stared at me for a few seconds.

“It is. It’s the reason I wanted to show you the library.”

“You could’ve just said. However, I do appreciate the gesture.” I walked over to him.

“I’m glad that you do.” He said before I kissed him.

“Thank you. How come on!” I dragged him over to a pile of books that I had already read. “These are the next books you should read.”