Hello again, thank you very much for your story, you did a great job, keep it up! 👍
As for the request, can I please ask you to write a story about how the reader fell in love with Susan Foreman (the Doctor's granddaughter), about how inseparable they were until one day she just disappeared for no reason.
About how the reader searched for her all over London but without results.
And about how he stayed waiting for her for years at the very dump where he last saw her.
So far, one day the Doctor (his eleventh incarnation), walking around London with Amy and Rory, notices an already aged reader and remembers that he forgot to tell him that there is no point in waiting for Susan's return.
Hi i am so sorry this took so long.
An old friend
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The doctor froze mid-step his gaze locked on an older man sitting at a small cafe on the corner of the street they were on.
"doctor why are you staring at that poor man?" Amy's voice broke him out of his trance his hair blowing back from his face due to the wind.
"come along ponds i'v got to see an old friend" the doctor smiled leaving Amy and Rory confused as they watched the time lord walk over to the cafe where the man was sitting.
"Hello, are you {Y/N} by any chance" The doctor made you jump from your seat a little.
"I am indeed {y/n} young man do you need something?" you asked setting down your book.
it was one of her favours. the doctor thought looking at the book.
"Doctor what are we doing"Amy asked looking between the two men.
"doctor I know a man called the doctor back in my day grumpy old man with a kind heart" you chuckled at the memory of the doctor.
"yes I know I am that doctor unless there is some other creature running around pretending to be me again, "the doctor said a looped-sided grin pulled at his face.
"haha I'm sorry young man but my doctor is probably dead by now talking 1963" you said lifting up your mug and taking a sip of the hot liquid.
"yes, and I had to get Ian to drag you kicking and screaming when Suzan left us for David" You froze your eyes wide.
"I how do you know Susan and what did to you to my doctor," you said your voice a little louder now than before.
The ponds watched in confusion.
"doctor come on i think you have the wrong man sorry sir let's go back to the TARDIS yeah" Rory asked hoping the time lord would leave you alone.
"TARDIS like the blue box TARDIS?" you questioned making the man nod.
"So that means "you stopped when you saw the look on the doctor's face.
"I'm so sorry {y/n} but I don't even know if she is still alive" the doctor's voice dropped his eyes were glossy.
"I understand you did what you had to back them and I get that thank you I know we never got along back then but those were some of the best days of my life."
you were absolutely terrified. one short encounter with a weeping angel was enough to send you into a state on constant, frantic panic. it’s not like you saw one for long (does anyone ever seen them for long?)
“i mean what if im being corned and i suddenly have the urge to sneeze? it’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open!” you argued.
“sneeze with one eye open then,” the doctor said nonchalantly with a sly smirk.
you gave him your best “are you fucking with me”? look. “time lords can do it,” he chirped.
no they can’t.
“there’s just no winning with them! they’re so scary i can’t possibly comprehend how i’m gonna fight them if we ever encounter them! absolute madness!”
your record so far for how long you could go without blinking was a pathetic 45 seconds. you blamed it on your genes, dry irritable eyes ran in the family. “one second i’m in 2019 with my smartphone and free access to an unlimited education and information and next thing you know i’m throwing my shit out the window!”
“you’re exaggerating, so long as you’re with me i won’t let anything of the sort happen to you. ever.” his words sounded promising, especially when he looked at you so protectively, a warm passion behind his beautiful eyes. he didn’t seem like a threat, not at first sight of course. with his floppy hair and stupid chin and even stupider bow tie- but you knew him long and well enough to know that his need to protect had almost no boundries, and he could be outright terrifying.
but he wasn’t right now, not as he helped you beat your record for longest time without blinking. it was quite a treat for him really, seeing you sitting down criss cross apple sauced, hard in concentration in some random room you’d pick out to hang out in. big dry doe eyes straining and red. he would have put a stop to this long ago, but he couldn’t; not when he had an excuse to stare into those big dry eyes.
“i’ll hold onto that sir, i’ll have you know if i spend the rest of my life throwing my shit out of a window i’ll kill you,” you threatened, ready to go for another round of no blinking.
he tapped your arm gently, a silent gesture to knock it off and take a break. “of all the things those things could do to you and you’re scared of a little shit out the window?” he teased, leaning against the couch behind him, pulling you into his arms.
all jokes and teasing aside, the small encounter with the demon stones scared him too. the thought of losing you in just a matter of a seconds terrified him. you meant far too much to him, you simply weren’t allowed to leave him.
“it’s absolutely barbaric, of course it’s scary!” you defended, resting your head on his chest.
“well like i said, i’ll keep you safe” and in that moment, tucked in his arms, you felt as safe as can be.
One night, I had dreams of a blue box.Of adventure and love, heartbreak and everything in between. Of far off planets, distant times and a Raggedy Man. We had fun! That Raggedy Man and I, we met all kinds of aliens big and small.But then I started waking up, I said to my Raggedy Man, “Will I ever see you again,adventure with you again?” Tears streaming from my eyes, Raggedy Man exclaimed,” Of course you will! Every time you see a shooting star fly across the sky, that’s me! Watching and waiting for you my dear. So when you wake, look out your window, there I will be there to whisk you away from your dull life. So don’t fret dear.I’m here wake up!” With that, I started waking up. The vision of the british, floppy haired, goofy Raggedy Man. As my eyes opened I shed a tear. My Raggedy Alien Man was not there like he promised. But, I did as he told me and looked out my window.
I marveled at the star filled sky, a bright moon shone through the darkness of space. I smiled remembering the fun I had in my dreams and that cool blue box. It was bigger on the inside! A sound soon filled the silence in my room as I heard a strange scraping sound, coming from the corner of my room.It soon grew almost deafening until a...Blue box just materialized,in the corner of my room?I walked closer to the box, approaching the door. Before I could the door slammed open revealing.....
“You came back?” I questioned quietly. “Of course I came back I told you I would. Sorry if you had to wait, I’m not very good at the whole ‘in the right time’ when landing. Come on, I have loads planned!” He exclaimed excitedly, blushing lightly.
He ran over to me smiling brightly until he saw that I wasn’t smiling too.
“What’s wrong?You’re supposed to be happy!” He muttered under his breath. I quickly smiled at him.
“Yes I am happy you came back Space man. I just didn’t think you would. Not many people stick around for too long. I am normally alone. I’m ready for a change though.” I stopped and looked him in the eyes and said, “Please show me the stars and all of space and time Raggedy Man.” I looked down at my feet when he didn’t react, I heard him step towards me. Looking up he grinned at me like the cheshire cat.
“Of course I will. You will feel wanted all the time, you’ll never be alone. And no matter what happens know that I will always find you. Now come and pack up let’s go.” I grinned and ran to fill a couple bags.
“How long will we be gone?”
“Forever, if you want.By the way, my name is The Doctor. But if you prefer Raggedy Man that’s fine.” The Doctor explained with a smile bouncing in his shoes. His red bow tie and his goofy grins, I could get used to this.
“Forever it is Doctor, let’s go!” Running forward I enveloped him in a bear hug that he happily returned. He grabbed my hand as I picked up my bag. He dragged me into the Blue Box shouting, “Geronimo!”
the eleventh doctor imagine | he pretends to be your husband
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words: 1540
warnings: prejudice towards Blackpool (apologies)
prompt: Hey ;) could I request 11th doctor x reader? imagine you're pretending he's your boyfriend and even though you're acting you begin to have feelings for each other and you're not sure if he's actually pretending anymore
“This is our next adventure?” you questioned with a grimace. “A dodgy B&B?”
The Doctor locked up the T.A.R.D.I.S and emerged from the hiding spot between the bushes. It was clear from his expression that he saw no problem with the crumbling, tacky building in front of you, despite its peeling yellow walls and obviously dirty curtains. You dreaded to think what was inside.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asked, mocking offence as he took in the sight. The two of you began the short walk to the building, with you dragging your suitcase behind you. He had told you earlier that you needed to blend in, to look normal, and a suitcase would help. Now you understood why. “B&Bs are cool.”
“You could have taken me to Rome or Paris or somewhere halfway across the galaxy. Instead you bring me to…” you pause, scoffing when you read the sign at the front of the building, “Blackpool? Really?”
“Oi! There’s nothing wrong with Blackpool!” he defended, though it was clear that he was beginning to see the issue now the two of you were up close.
“Couldn’t we have just stayed in the T.A.R.D.I.S?”
“Where’s the fun in that? We're being undercover detectives, [Y/N]!”
“Alright,” you sigh. “So who are we pretending to be?”
“Well,” he grinned, “I’m glad you ask.”
Without another word, he pushed open the rusty double doors of the Bed and Breakfast, leaving you to follow after him with your suitcase. There was a grey-haired woman sat gormlessly at the reception desk, and she smiled when she saw the two of you come in. It was clear she did not get many visitors.
“Good morning,” the Doctor greeted in his bubbly manner, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “I’m John Smith, and this is…”
“Oh my lord,” the woman interrupted, glancing between the two of you. Her eyes were welling up with tears. “Aren’t you two just the loveliest couple?”
“Oh, no…” you disagreed, about to explain. Before you could, though, the woman continued.
“How long have you been together? Are you married? Come for a weekend getaway without the kids? How did you meet? Will you be taking our special honeymoon suite? It’s en-suite, everything included.”
“The honeymoon suite sounds wonderful, thank you,” the Doctor grinned, causing you to frown in confusion. “Though we do only plan to be staying the night.” He looked at you apprehensively before thrusting his arm around you and squeezing you tightly. “We do have the kids to get back to, you know. You can never have a break when you're a parent, can you?”
“Of course.” The woman jotted something in her notebook. “Tell you what, I’ll throw in a romantic dinner for you this evening. It’s very rare we get two people as in love as you walking through our old, dingy doors.”
This was hardly a surprise, you thought.
“How about I show you to your room and you can get settled in?”
“What on earth are you doing, Doctor?” you asked through gritted teeth as soon as the woman left you in your ‘honeymoon suite.’ You dreaded to think what the average rooms were like; this one was bad enough, with odd stains on the walls and a clock that had stopped ticking long ago.
“What?” he responded innocently, making himself comfortable on the bed—the double bed, which, you couldn’t help noticing, was scattered with rose petals. “We’re undercover.”
“Couldn’t we have gone undercover somewhere cleaner, where we didn’t have to pretend we were married with two kids?”
“I never said two kids. You caused that problem yourself.”
His eyebrows furrowed and he pulled his sonic screwdriver from his pocket before using it to examine the room. You knew then that the conversation was over and you sank onto the edge of the bed, watching him intently.
“I’m not even old enough to be married, let alone have kids,” you muttered to yourself. “What exactly are we looking for, anyway?”
“I think our host may be a Slitheen.”
“That would explain the smell.”
The Doctor turned around suddenly, putting his sonic screwdriver in his pocket with a grave expression. “Stop being such a Debbie Downer. Look; we have a glorious view.”
He whipped the curtain open, cringing when he realised that his words were untrue; your view was an untended to garden filled with rubbish bins and flies. He closed them again quickly.
“Alright, maybe this is a bit of a dump, but what’s the problem? We’ve been to lots of awful places and you’re usually the one whose positive about them.”
“Yeah, well, those places are in outer space,” you grunt, “not Blackpool. We’re not even near the sea.”
“Tell you what,” he collapsed onto the bed next to you, causing the mattress springs to squeak unpleasantly, “once we’re done here, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go: Rome, Paris…Anywhere.”
“Deal.” You smiled for the first time, looking down for a moment as your hands brushed. Still, you couldn’t fight the niggling unease at the back of your mind. You did not want to pretend to be romantically involved with the Doctor, not when you knew it was all just a silly act.
Then again, perhaps pretending was better than nothing at all.
The ‘romantic dinner’ wasn’t nearly as bad as the honeymoon suite. You stepped into a small conservatory where, for once, the moon and stars were visible above you. The Doctor rushed to the table and pulled out a chair for you to sit down on before you did the same. You feigned a smile, glancing uncomfortably to the corner of the room, where the host-slash-Slitheen stood.
“Oh,” she said as though realising that she was intruding, “silly me. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy the food.”
With that, she left the two of you alone, though you could see her from the corner of your eye standing at the reception desk and pretending to look busy. You couldn’t help but laugh as you took a sip of red wine.
“Are you sure she’s a Slitheen? She seems harmless to me,” you whispered.
The Doctor looked at her before holding out his hand for you to take. “It’s a little known fact that Slitheen are old romantics. Underneath all of that…green flubber…they’re big softies really.”
You raised an eyebrow but said no more on the matter, feeling your hands grow clammy from the sudden physical contact.
The Doctor was the first to pull away, his eyes glistening in the candlelight that sat between you and him on the table. “I almost forgot. For you.”
He pulled out a bouquet of flowers proudly, causing you to blush as you took them.
“No one’s ever gotten me flowers before,” you admitted, admiring the pretty petals. They were your favourites, but surely he had not known that when he had chosen them. “Thank you.”
“Well,” he smiled, shuffling in his seat. “A beautiful girl needs beautiful flowers, I think. It's what husband and wife do. Anyway, shall we tuck in?”
You paused, wondering why he would say something as kind as that. The host was out of earshot; not all of this was necessary to the part the two of you were playing. Then you nodded and began to eat, picking with your fork at the least burnt bits.
“Not too bad for a run-down B&B in Blackpool, ey?” the Doctor teased after a few moments of silence. “I do have a slight confession to make, though.”
“You were supposed to take me to Paris, where there is actually a Slitheen harming people rather than a sweet old lady running a deserted B&B?”
“Well, ah, I suppose yes.” His expression was filled with guilt as he refolded his napkin and tucked it into his collar. Then he began to play with his wine glass, his fingers tapping nervously until the wine began to ripple.
“Wait, what?”
“You were right. She isn’t a Slitheen.”
“Then why…”
“I wanted to…impress you, I suppose. It’s silly really.” He shook his head, his floppy hair falling in front of his eyes. “I saw a good review for this place and thought you might like it. Obviously, I was wrong. It’s terrible. I’m terrible. I should have taken you somewhere special…I just wanted to make it believable, I suppose.”
“I don’t understand. Why?”
“Because I don't want to pretend anymore, [Y/N]. I want it to be real.”
You couldn’t help but giggle despite your shock. “You brought me here as an excuse to take me to dinner and bring me flowers?”
“Well, when you put it like that…Yes.” He lowered his eyes in embarrassment, causing your heart to clench. “I’m sorry it turned out to be awful.”
You stood up, kneeling beside him and tilting his head up. “You didn’t need an excuse, Doctor. Besides, it is special. Everywhere you take me is special.”
He kissed you then, softly, as though he was afraid you might run away if he did it with too much force.
When you pulled away, you saw the host smiling wistfully at the two of you and you couldn’t help but laugh.
@rocking-like-a-ravenclaw🌻 said: Could you do a oneshot with either way the Doctor 11/12 or Loki where Reader is short (shorter than Clara even) and when they talk he sometimes stops, sits her up and continues speaking? They aren't a couple but they reaaally really like each other. And she uses her hight to hide and then suddenly give him cheek kisses or a hug.
a/n: 11th is my first love and i will write for him till I DIE
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He has yet to meet such an adorably short human. Sure, the Doctor has travelled far and wide and has witnessed many a magical thing happen in his long life, but having the pleasure of gazing into your eyes, the top of your head barely reaching his shoulder, is something else entirely.
It is instinct, really, for him to have this urge to protect you, and he often likes to show off. That showing off leads him straight into danger, most of the time, and then you, petite and hot tempered, have to sneak around and save him from demise. It’s amusing, almost. Except for the fact that he is stupidly reckless when it comes to you, and if you weren’t worried out of your mind, you would be smitten (which you undoubtedly are) and possibly planning a marriage inside that head of yours (which you have done, on numerous more dull occasions).
The Doctor is sly. No one would pin him for the type, but he is, and he often likes to tease you for the silliest of things. When he starts talking, usually sporadic, enthusiastic, and out of breath, he takes a moment to stop and sit you up, either on the TARDIS console or somewhere higher where you normally would have to lift yourself. You blush every time he does this, which, in recent months, has become quite often. It is simply an excuse to feel your skin and not appear desperate or needy. He is petrified of scaring you away. Little does he know that you would not leave even if he left you on a foreign planet. You’d find a way to get back. At him at to him. By now the two of you are thick as thieves, or…as strong as star-crossed lovers.
The Doctor gets sad often, more often than normal for the past few days. And you know him well enough by now that no matter how much concern you will show, he will refuse to speak. Not even in the face of death would he spill his inner turmoil, in fact, he would insist he is as chipper as can be, not even caring that you know of his lie.
That is why, when the opportunity presents itself, you take it without a moment to halt and ponder. He idles with the console, paces uneasily, his expression never breaking out the focused charade. Tip-toeing as not to make a sound, and praying the TARDIS will not release some strange wheeze as to give away your presence (she does that sometimes. The Doctor raves it is because she likes you). His back is turned to you, and with your heart beating loudly in your chest, you approach him and jump, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him into your embrace, his weight shifting and nearly tumbling down with you. His body is tenses next to your chest; your head is hidden in the side of his jacket, lips pressing to the scratchy fabric.
“Tell me what’s wrong or I’ll keep you in this headlock forever,” you mumble, though it can hardly be considered threatening. He relaxes under your touch. He releases a soft chuckle, one you feel with your whole body. He tilts his head to the side, his eye in search of you, a smile pulling on the corner of his lip.
“There is no fooling you, is there, (Name)?” he wonders aloud, his voice soft and velvety and the way he says your name, with gratitude almost, makes you gulp.
“No hiding from, either,” you remind him sharply. His eyes glint with amusement, something you haven’t seen in quite a while. His fingers wrap around your wrist, firm, but gentle, and he keeps his hand there for longer than normal. Neither of you seem to mind. He appears lost in thought. You feel a blush burn your cheeks, and so you murmur, “I really care about you. At least have some decency and care for yourself, even if it’s for my sake.”
He hums, “I suppose…I can try,” though now his expression is tinted with sadness and you feel a pang of hurt hit your heart. Again, more out of habit than anything, he smiles cheerily, “There’s a pack of jammy dodgers in the glove compartment. Get one for me, will you?” his request is a polite pleading and reluctantly you release him, your connection breaking and leaving you cold. Alas, you do as he says.
Blimey, getting him to open up won’t be easy, will it?
