Request: The Reader and 12 go trick or treating, and 12 slips an anonymous love note into the readers candy hoping they wont know it’s from him. (re-worded slightly from original request)
Requested by: @polliwogboi
Pairing: Twelfth Doctor x Reader
Gender: Neutral Triggers: None
Words: 2,307 Genre: A little Humor and some Fluff
Requested Tag: @fictionalhoomanofnowhere
Notes: This is my first time writing for 12 so I hope I wrote him correctly; I wish I could watch DW but I don’t have an HBO subscription :( I’m also unsure of how I feel about this, but I hope you like it lol.
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Walking down the steps of the most recent house you stopped at, you turned back to the Doctor with a smile “I still cannot get over the fact that this planet celebrates Halloween, AND that they give out candy to adults”
“Yes, well, you’re welcome.”
You looked at the doctor with a quizzical stare “What do you mean ‘you’re welcome’?”
He leaned a little closer, small smirk present on his lips “Who do you think introduced the holiday in the first place huh?”
You considered his comment for a moment, the initial surprise faded quickly “That actually makes a lot of sense.”
He winked before you continued down the road, your bags of candy swaying in your hands “I’m pretty sure someone gave me an entire tomato” you commented, peaking into your bag.
The Doctor snickered “Must be the same lady who gave me a cucumber”
You had both dressed in a classic Earth Victorian-styled outfit paired with a masquerade-style masks. As you passed the line of houses, you looked back momentarily, smiling at the array of lights and decorations lining the streets and houses. It did really remind you of Earth, though, instead of pumpkins, the people on this planet carved faces into the trees lining the roads, giving an all year ‘round Tim Burton’s Halloween Town feeling.
“That was fun” you commented, turning back and continuing towards the Tardis.
“Well it’s not over yet” the Doctor said with a small smirk.
“What do you mean? We went to all the houses.”
“Yes, but, we still have one more stop” he stopped in his tracks, you stopping along with him.
Stretching out is arm, he motioned towards the Blue Police Box. Looking between him and the Tardis you smiled “No”
“Yes” he motioned his arms in a shooing gesture as you turned and approached the Tardis. The Doctor watched you with a smile on your face, his hand reaching into his pocket gripping around a small piece of paper.
Stopping at the Tardis door, the Doctor moved to stand next to you, lifting your hands at the same time, you repeated the action you had been doing all night. Knocking three times and yelling “Trick or Treat!” you were startled when the Tardis door flung open.
Looking down, you see two large candy bars lying in the Tardis entry way, you smiled, letting out a chuckle “You’ve got to be kidding” you said in disbelief.
Leaning down, both you and the Doctor grabbed the candy, the Doctors gaze fell to your opened candy bag. Considering for a moment whether he should toss the note in or not, he decided not to as you began to rise. Entering into the Tardis, you looked up “Thank you!” you yelled out, knowing the Tardis could somehow hear and understand you.
You turned back to the Doctor with a smile as you set your bag of candy down “I’m going to go change and then we can go through our spoils okay?”
He nodded with a smile as you turned and quickly went to your room. The Doctor eyed your bag before leaving the room to change.
By the time he came back, you still had not returned. His eyes fell to the open bag again as he wracked his mind for a decision. ‘Just do it, just put it in the bag’ ‘No, it’s stupid, it makes no sense’ “Ugh” he sighed out loud as he fought with his own mind.
He leaned against the Tardis control panel as his mind flashed back to a conversation you had months prior as you sat in a park and watched a boy pass a young girl a love note, you assumed it said ‘Will you be my girlfriend, Yes or No?”. The Doctor made fun the action, but you insisted that confessions via note were cute, and could often be romantic and poetic.
Not that long after than, The Doctor found himself writing a small note to you, his confession in tact, romantic and poetic as you had commented. But he quickly ripped it up. Only to re-write it multiple times. The most recent note, the one currently in the grip of his palm was simple, purposefully vague as to possibly go anonymous in your mind.
‘You’re presence is a gift and I wish to never part with it, I wish to never part with your smile nor your kind heart, or your kind eyes. I would ask you to stay with me forever if I could’ he spoke the words in his mind, was it too much, or too vague? The first note he wrote was longer, full of more detail, but he did want to be vague, but maybe he shouldn’t? Grimacing at his own sappy thoughts, he looked back over at your bag as he thought of how much he had been debating telling you of his feelings.
With the note, he could possibly play it off, someone else put it in your bag. Specifically the young man you had met a few days previous in the town. He was quite smitten with you. The Doctor rolled his eyes at the thought, a sense of jealousy passing through him.
Suddenly the Tardis made a noise, it’s lights flickering. The Doctor looked up “Oh be quiet! It’s not your decision to make!”
He sighed as the Tardis blinked again. Turning, he tossed the note into your bag ‘There, I did it. And now I can’t turn back. If y/n believes it from the young man, I can learn how they feel about them, and possibly me in the process’ he thought to himself as he turned away “There, happy?” he spoke out loud.
“Who are you talking to?” you asked as you entered the room again.
The Doctor turned quickly, slightly startled by your entry “Tardis” he said, motioning his hands around.
“Ah” you said with a smile as you looked around as well. Approaching your bag, The Doctors hearts beat rapidly as he realized what he had done, and that he couldn’t turn back. ‘Just play it off, wait it out’ he thought.
Grabbing your bag you suddenly moved to sit on the floor “Alright, let’s see what we got huh?” you asked, looking up at the Doctor, who repeated your action “This reminds me of my childhood” you commented, nostalgia running through you as you smiled widely.
The Doctor smiled fondly at you as you dumped out the content of your bag. His eyes raked over the pile of candy, looking for the note, but seeing it had been buried. Maybe you’d miss it? Think it was a loose candy wrapper and throw it away?
The Doctor, having dumped out his candy as well was distracted when he saw a certain candy in his pile. Hearing him make a sound of disgust you see him pick up a particular candy - which of course you didn’t recognize - he pinched it between his fingers as if it was a dirty napkin he didn’t want to touch.
You chuckled, reaching out and snatching it from his hand, looking at it you couldn't make out what it was, giving him a quizzical look he motioned his head towards it “Try it”
“With how you reacted to it, I don’t know if I want to” staring at him for a moment and seeing him give nothing away you shrugged “Fine” unwrapping the candy it appeared to be a sort of toffee.
Tossing it into your mouth, the Doctor watched closely, waiting. You sucked on the candy for a second, the almost caramel like taste lasting for only a second before it switched to a sour, almost rancid taste. Grimacing you quickly spit it back into it’s wrapper with a ‘bleh’ sound before shaking your face “Ah, no, ew, what even is that?”
The Doctor laughed at your reaction as you tossed the candy into the trash, disgust still on your face “Give me something better” you said motioned towards the candy. The Doctor, still amused, reached over, picking up the previously mentioned tomato and handing it to you.
You looked at him with disdain as he chuckled. Instead you reached out, grabbing a random mysterious candy, opening it and shoving it into your mouth. The Doctor waiting for your reaction, smiled when you sighed in relief “Tastes sort of like apple”
Continuing looking through the candy, the Doctor explained the ones he knew, as you traded some and tried some. The Doctor remained distracted as he waited for you to find the note. His hearts seemed to stop when he saw you see the paper and grab it. He watched for a moment before asking “What’s that?”
You glanced at him, shrugging your shoulders “A note?”
Opening it you read the words, your heart skipping a beat as you did. For a moment, you thought you recognized the handwriting, but it did also appear different. Looking over at the Doctor he rose his brow “So? What is it? Trick or Treat?” he joked with a smile, trying to play off his nervousness.
Hesitating for a moment, you read it out loud. The Doctor seemed to be as confused as you were as he suddenly rose from his seat on the ground “Perhaps it was from that one man, Tom? Randy? you know the one that clearly fancies you, maybe he slipped it in when we stopped at their house earlier” he stretched his body as he spoke, seemingly uncaring of the confession you received.
Trying to ignore the pang of disappointment you felt you looked back at the note “You mean Adric?” you asked somewhat amused at his clear forgetfulness of his name, looking back at the note you read it again “Perhaps you are right, he did seem...interested” and he did flirt a lot with you when you and the Doctor had stopped at his house earlier.
The Doctor looked back at you, seeing you re-reading the note again and again, clearing his throat “Do you, uh, like him, as well then?”
You glanced at the Doctor, thinking you saw, trepidation? nervousness? “Uh, no, not really. Besides, even if I did, I couldn’t stay could I?” thinking for a moment, you rose from the ground “I think I will take it back to him tomorrow, and tell him how I feel”
"No!” the Doctor suddenly said, making you look at him surprise “Uh, I mean, no, we don’t have time, we must leave tomorrow, times to be, places to save you know.”
You stared at him for a moment, suspicion rising “I can’t just disappear can I? That’s quite rude.”
“Well it’s like you said, you can’t just stay, so what’s the point? Besides he’s quite pompous, a little childish, not right for you, he’ll surely get over it quickly” he suggested before turning and walking down one of the halls.
You couldn’t help the suspicion and hope growing in your mind, looking at the handwriting again, you noted that it really did look familiar, like The Doctors, and it was written as though it was purposefully disguised. Looking back up, now at the empty hallway. You moved to follow the Doctor.
“It would only take a moment you know!” you called out, not knowing exactly where he was “I could just, take the note to him, say I’m sorry I don’t feel the same, and now I have to leave!”
“No point!” you heard the Doctors voice from a nearby room.
Entering, you see him looking through a pile of random objects and books “Why don’t you want me to Doctor?” you asked, your voice not quite accusatory, but genuinely curious.
The Doctor hesitated for a moment before turning to face you “Just don’t see the point is all” moving, he walked past you.
“You’re not a very good liar sometimes you know” you commented, making him stop in the doorway.
“Why would I be lying?” he asked softly.
You took a step closer to him “You’re also not as good at disguising your handwriting as you think” The Doctor stayed motionless, still facing away from you “You wrote the note didn’t you?”
There was a moment of silence before he spoke “And what if I did?” the question was soft, quiet.
You smiled to yourself as you looked back at the note in your hand “If you did” you looked up, staring at the back of his head “Then I would thank you. And I would tell you, that I...wish to never leave your side either. And that if you did ask. I would stay forever.”
The Doctor had a swell of emotion as you spoke, your voice soft and sincere. Turning slowly, he met your eyes, seeing that you were nervous, as you fiddled with the note in your hands.
Moving towards you now, the Doctor stopped in front of you, close enough to feel his breath on your skin “You would stay?”
You met his eyes, seeing them full of hope, you nodded lightly, your voice coming out just above a whisper “Forever- ” you paused “if you wanted”
“I do” he replied quickly, his own voice quiet. Reaching out, he took your hand in his “It is all I want, it has been all I wanted since...”
“Since when?”
He smiled lightly, bringing his other hand up, he gently touched the side of your face with his fingers “Since the day I asked you to be my companion”
A small smile grew on your face as he spoke, knowing that on the same day, you wished you could stay with him forever as well. You stared into each other’s eyes as you both realized you had been harboring the same feelings, and same wish. To be together, forever, or for as long as time would allow.
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Summary: If you like the cheesy “only one bed” trope, you're in the right place.
Author’s Note: Currently ignoring my other responsibilities to write this for absolutely no reason because nobody wanted it but you’re getting it anyway :) -Kelsie
Word Count: 1631
The TARDIS was asleep. The usual humming of the engines were silent, the only noise was coming from your shuffling socks on the metal floor. It was pitch black but you navigated the winding hallways of the huge spaceship by using the flashlight on your cell phone.
Sleep couldn’t quite take you as it’s prisoner yet as you were kept awake by the thoughts of your last mission with The Doctor. It seemed like every other one to him, but not to you. It left a yucky taste in your mouth and un unsettling feeling in your stomach. With the amount of adventures you’ve been on with The Doctor you’d think that you’d be used to this by now, but you weren’t. You’ve seen people die before but this time was different. You naively let your mind wander afterward. What would your family think if something happened to you on one of these adventures? You knew damn well that The Doctor wouldn’t tell them shit unless you specifically asked him to. He probably wouldn’t deliver the news very kindly either.
Your intrusive thoughts had drove you out of bed with frustration and led you wandering through the sleeping TARDIS. You could only assume that The Doctor was also asleep, but you couldn’t quite picture it. The Doctor? Taking time for himself? Even for just a few hours? Completely unrealistic.
The silence surrounding you implied he was under sleep’s control though, so you continued wandering without worry. You stepped cautiously onto the metal steps of the dark bridge and shone your flashlight around the large room. It was eerie at night. It felt almost like it was dead instead of asleep.
You made your way past the console and to the wooden doors to the outside world. The Doctor claimed that he had let the TARDIS choose where to sleep that night but you swore you saw him peek at the monitor and press a few buttons before retreating for bed.
Throwing open the front doors of the TARDIS confirmed your suspicions. Either the TARDIS had a very similar taste in location as The Doctor, or he chose it himself.
The TARDIS was drifting slowly through empty space. You turned your phone flashlight off and sat at the edge of the doors, letting your legs dangle off into space. You saw no galaxies, no planets, no scary blackholes, just stars. The Doctor loves stars.
You laughed quietly to yourself as you analyzed the surrounding stars. Maybe he wasn’t crazy for liking stars so much. Without the colorful distractions of surrounding galaxies, they shone brighter.
Your heart pulled in your chest as you thought of The Doctor. How nice would it be to fall asleep with him. You probably wouldn't have to be worried about intrusive thoughts if your mind was focused on other things. His arms... his hands… You blushed to yourself, shaking out the thoughts before letting your mind wander further.
Suddenly feeling rather sleepy, you stood up and closed the wooden doors before retreating back to your bedroom.
When the TARDIS was awake she would often swap around the rooms, helping you access which ones you needed. She was sleeping now, and you had to find your room yourself. You traced your footsteps back down the winding hallway perfectly and made it back quickly. The only problem was, your door had been swapped. Or, that’s what appeared to have happened. In fact, it now had the same door as The Doctor’s bedroom. You spun on your heel quickly trying to figure out if you had gone back to the right way. You had, but the location of your room seemed to have been swapped with The Doctor’s.
The TARDIS must’ve done it in her sleep…
You ran quickly down the hallway figuring where The Doctor’s room used to be must be where your room is now. Once you got there, you realized that was not the case. The Doctor’s bedroom door was there, just like it had been before.
You began to grow frustrated, you just wanted to sleep. You angrily started to wander the hallways, attempting to search for your room but The Doctor’s just kept popping up. This wasn’t a coincidence. The TARDIS was doing it on purpose.
“Knock it off!” You whispered angrily at the ‘sleeping’ ship.
After a few more minutes of wandering you gave up with a frustrated “humf!” and sat against the wall across from The Doctor’s door.
Maybe you’d just sleep there. It seemed like you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
Your frustration must’ve been louder than you thought. The door across from you swung open revealing a very much awake Doctor.
“What are you doing?” He asked, eyeing your seat on the metal floor.
“The TARDIS hid my bedroom,” You mumbled, crossing your arms angrily.
The Doctor sighed and mumbled something under his breath, probably to the naughty ship.
“You can sleep in my bed tonight,” He said, stepping out of his room and ushering you in.
You stood up cautiously and let him push you into the dark bedroom.
“Doctor, I can’t do that,” You said, spinning around to face him, “Where will you sleep?”
“I don’t need sleep,” He smiled at you and pat your arm reassuringly, “Goodnight,”
The door closed quickly and you slowly walked over to the large bed against the back wall. This was forbidden territory. The Doctor was feared among millions and worshiped among millions more. And there you were, invited to sleep in his bed.
A ‘thump’ came from outside the door and was quickly followed by some angry whispering. You opened the door to find The Doctor kicking at the wall of the TARDIS out of frustration.
“Doctor?” You inquired, raising an eyebrow, “Everything okay?”
“No,” He sighed, running a hand over his tired features, “The TARDIS won’t let me leave,”
Your heart soared in your chest when you realized what she was doing. The beating in your chest increased. This was the perfect chance! Shoot your shot!
“Maybe...” You mumbled as you rubbed your sweaty palms on your pants, “we could both sleep in here,”
The Doctor stared at you with his usual intense glare and you immediately regretted saying anything. He spoke before you could take it back.
“I suppose it’s our only option,” He said, avoiding eye contact as he slipped past you into the bedroom.
“As long as you’re comfortable,” You said, quickly rushing to his side.
“Of course,” He said (all too quickly), “Will you be?”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at him, “More than,”
A smile reached the edge of his mouth then he quickly spun around and climbed into the bed. You cautiously followed, slipping into the other side. You made sure to keep as much distance between the two of you as possible. An awkward tension settled in the air.
“Doctor…” You cringed as your voice filled the empty silence, “If I died, what would you tell my family?”
He glanced over at you with a confused expression.
“Maybe I should rephrase that,” You giggled, “When I die, tell my family the truth,”
“Why would I do that?”
“They deserve to know,”
“I won’t let you die,” He said, his voice far lower than before.
“Promise?” You joked, reaching over and poking his arm playfully.
His hand grabbed your wrist, turning it over and exposing your empty palm. Your heart felt like it had stopped. Had you overstepped your boundaries?
“I promise you,” He said, making direct eye contact with you, “I won’t let you die,”
“I feel as if that’s a promise you make most people,” You whispered, letting him rub your open palm with his thumb, “A promise you can’t keep,”
His thumb stopped and he looked back up at you again.
“I try my best,”
You could tell that you had hit a sensitive nerve and you quickly pull your hand away.
“I know you do,” You said, scooching closer to him, “Promise me you’ll try your best, then,”
He watched you for a moment in the dark before glancing down.
“I promise you I’ll try my best,”
It was you who grabbed his hand now, entangling your fingers with his. Something you had done before, but this time it felt different.
“I can’t let you die,” He said suddenly, looking back up at you, “I love you,”
“I love you too, silly,” You laughed awkwardly but his expression faltered.
“No,” His voice got low again and he pulled his hand away, “No, no, no, no,”
“No what?”
His hand ran tiredly over his face again as he shook his head. He sighed deeply.
“I love you,”
Your mouth dropped open in to a small “o” and you looked away from his piercing gaze. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. You felt the same, obviously, but you were too caught off guard to think correctly.
“If I overstepped my boundaries-” He started.
You quickly cut in, “I love you too.”
It was his turn to be surprised. The two of you sat in silence awkwardly now only a few inches apart.
“Is it like this with all your companions?” You mumbled, needing to know the answer.
“No,” He said quickly, “I don’t normally… let myself,”
“Let yourself what?”
He glanced up at you as you both started to lean closer.
“Fall in love,” He said quietly.
You brought your hand up quickly to cup his face, pulling it down to meet yours in a soft kiss. It was quick, but long-awaited.
“Was that alright then?” You blushed, second-guessing yourself.
“That was more than alright,” He laughed before kissing you again, “I suppose we can’t be mad at the TARDIS anymore,”
Summary: Reader flirts with the Doctor and gets an unexpected reaction. Based on the song Honest by Shawn Mendes.
Author’s Note: I’ve recently re-watched Doctor Who for the first time in 5 years and guess what I’m obsessed again. -Kelsie
Word Count: 719
You were relatively new to traveling in space and time, having just met the Doctor not too long ago. You quickly grew to fancy him but let’s be honest, who doesn’t? His energy and general charm were enough for anyone to fall for him after just one interaction. This was the case with you.
Of course, you knew his story. He was old, older than you could comprehend. And an alien. You couldn’t even begin to understand his chaotic life, much less find your meaning in it.
Honestly, he had swept you off your feet so much that you didn’t care how irrelevant you must’ve seemed to him. A blip in his eternity-long life. You were nothing.
You flirted with him anyway.
At first, he didn’t notice. As mentioned before, everyone fell for him eventually. He’s heard it all before and became numb to it. You had to step it up.
“I like your suit,” You said, leaning across the console of the TARDIS casually trying to make conversation.
“It’s the same one I’ve always worn,” He mumbled, concentrating on flipping a few switches. Sometimes you swore he didn’t actually know how to fly the TARDIS and just pushed at things until something happened.
“Really?” You mumbled, leaning closer, “It looks tighter today,”
His movements stopped instantly and he glanced up at you. You could feel your heart jump due to the sudden glaring attention you were receiving.
“I have to admit,” He started, slowly turning towards you, “I didn’t think people would flirt with me much with this regeneration,”
“Why not?” You asked as you tried to act like you weren’t freaking out on the inside.
“I’m older,” He said, throwing his hands up, “I used to be young and attractive,”
He spun around on his heel and walked toward the other side of the console, typing away at a few buttons before stopping and glancing up at you again.
“Your flirting surprised me,”
“I’ll stop if that’s what you want,” You mumbled, fumbling with one of the knobs on the console absent-mindedly. The Doctor slowly walked over and took your hand off of it.
“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” He said, his voice low. He let go of your hand and went back over to his spot. You looked over at him shocked. He was focused on pressing more buttons on the console as if that interaction didn’t just happen.
He had quite the effect on you.
You wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.
“We should talk,” He said, not looking up from the console in front of him.
“About what?” Your voice came out softer than you had liked.
“I’ve got to be honest,” He said, looking up at you, “I can’t give you what you need,”
“What do you mean?” You slowly walked around the console over to him, ignoring the shaking in your legs.
“I’m not like any of the boys you’ve dated,” He mumbled, looking away as if trying to think of what to say, “I’m old and will out-live you,”
You stood in silence as he glanced back down at you.
“I can’t lead myself on like that,”
You were caught off guard.
“What?” You asked, stepping back slightly.
“If we were to… be together… the whole relationship would just lead to heartbreak,” He explained, “And I’d have to live another thousand years without you,”
“You can’t decide to not do something because of what will happen when it’s over,” You said, laughing slightly, “If you do that, you’re not living. Life is love, yes, but life is also heartbreak,”
His eyebrows furrowed as he processed what you said.
“If what we could’ve been isn’t worth the heartbreak, then forget about this, okay?” You mumbled.
“It would be,” He said, reaching forward and grabbing your hands, “It would be worth a million heartbreaks if it meant I could be with you, even for just a short period of time,”
He sniffed slightly and looked down, “I’ve let too many people slip away in fear of what might happen if they stayed,”
“I won’t let you leave me,” You said, smirking, “I’ve always been rather controlling,”
“That won’t be a problem, love. I need someone to control me sometimes,”
