Just The Fluff Imagines

Request: Hey! Would you ever consider writing a 10th!Doctor x plus size reader (fem)? If so could you do a oneshot were the reader is travelling with 10 and Donna and reader likes the doctor (and he likes her back) but the reader doesn't do say anything about it because she doesn't think she's good enough. Donna steps in to set them up. (I love Donna sooo much!) Thanks, have a good day!)

Warnings: None I think. Just some fluff.

Y/n had been traveling with the Doctor for the last year and it had been the best year of her life. She'd seen times and galaxies that she had never even heard of before and formed such a close friendship with the Doctor and Donna. Donna had become one of her best friends in the world (or in the galaxy rather) and she loved that the woman could out sass even the Doctor himself. The Doctor, now he was a bit more than a friend in Y/n eyes. Not that she would ever to him that she liked him in that way. He was a time lord who could probably have any girl in all of time and space if he wanted to, why would he even look twice at her? Y/n loved her body, she did, but she knew that being plus sized meant she didn't fall into what was "traditionally beautiful." She just didn't think she could stand the thought of the Doctor rejecting her so she kept her feelings a secret and tried to be content with the friendship that she and the Doctor had.

One day as the Doctor was fiddling with the TARDIS controls y/n couldn't help but admire him from a distance as he worked.

"Oi! Donna to Y/n. Did you just hear a word I said over the sappy heart eyes you're making at him?" Donna interrupted y/n thoughts and y/n quickly jumped to shush the other woman.

"Donna! Keep your voice down! And I am not making heart eyes at the Doctor." She tried to weakly defend herself, though she couldn't help but sneak another glance towards the Doctor as she spoke.

Donna rolled her eyes at the other woman. "Yes you were. The two of you do it all the time. You look longingly at him, he looks longingly at you, it's like I'm in the middle of a bloody rom-com! Why don't you just tell him how you feel already?"

"He does not look at me that way." Y/n shook her head. "I'm... I know I'm not skinny. The Doctor could have any girl he wants, there's no way he would want to be with someone who looks like me when every planet we go to is practically filled with supermodel aliens." Perhaps calling the aliens supermodel status was a bit of an exaggeration but it made her point. She just didn't think the Doctor would want her because of her body type.

"You're beautiful, Y/n! And the Doctor does want any girl in the galaxy, he wants you! Trust me he's been pining for you for ages now." Donna tried to convince her friend.

Y/n wanted to believe what Donna was telling her, she really did, but she was just too afraid that she would be rejected. She shook her head at Donna. "I just can't believe that."

Donna let out an annoyed huff and started walking towards the Doctor. Y/n felt her eyes go wider. "Donna! Donna, what are you doing?" She whispered trying to discretely stop the other woman. She just knew that the red head had something mischievous planned. Donna only looked back and winked in response.

"Hey, Doctor?" Donna called, "I want you to take me to the most romantic planet there is. Right now." She said. The Doctor looked confused for a moment but Donna gave him a look and he complied.

"Alright, hang on." He said and started switching different switches and controls. Before y/n could stop what was happening the familiar whirl of the TARDIS sounded and suddenly they had landed.

"This is the planet--" The Doctor started but he was cut off by Donna saying "Yeah, yeah, romance, aliens, fascinating." As she spoke she was pushing Y/n and the Doctor right out of the TARDIS doors.

Donna pushed them outside and yelled, "And don't come back until you've admitted you like each other and go on a proper date!" With that she slammed the TARDIS doors behind them.

Y/n was mortified. How she was going to explain this to the Doctor? Before she could say anything he spoke. "You like me?"

As she looked up at him their eyes met and she found she couldn't lie. She nodded. "I do but I understand if you don't feel the same way."

"Don't feel the same way? How could I not? I've been in love with you for months now, I just haven't had the courage to tell you." He admitted looking a little embarrassed himself.

"But how? I mean, look at me. How could you want someone like me?" Y/n asked shocked at his revelation.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. I think you're the most beautiful creature in all of time and space. You're adventurous and clever, what more could I want?" His words filled her with such warmth and love. Somehow this incredible time lord loved her just the way she was.

"Shall we go on that date then?" She asked.

Request: Loki's s/o who owns horses and Guinea pigs.

Warninngs: None!

Y/n and Loki had been together for a while now, it wasn't a pairing anyone had expected, and yet somehow it worked. It was a surprise to everyone how soft and loving Loki became when he was around Y/n. Loki, the God of mischief was like putty in Y/n's hands.

Loki smiled softly as he watched Y/n from a far. She was taking care of her horses, brushing their fur and talking to them as she worked. Loki enjoyed watching Y/n work. She gave each horse such love and attention and he could tell she was truly happy when she was with them. As she finished brushing her horse and began leading him to the pasture she turned and finally noticed Loki standing there.

"How long have you been there?" She smiled at him.

"Long enough to hear you tell all your secrets to the beast." He teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him. "Mmm yes, I've told him every deep dark little detail of my life." She joked back.

The truth was, she often did talk through her problems with her animals. They just seemed to be able to listen so well. Today she hadn't had anything to work out though, she'd just been talking.

"If you must know I was telling them about this guy I met. More of a god really. He has dark hair, a bit of a bad boy I'd say, or at least he thinks he is. I think I might have a crush on him." She continued to joke.

"Hmm sounds like a terribly dashing fellow. I'm sure he must be quite the specimen." Loki played along. Now that the horse had been let into the pasture he was able to move in close to her. "Do you think you'll make a move on him?" He asked, his mouth now whispering in her ear.

"I just might." She said feeling her breath catch in her throat. Y/n moved in, letting her lips ghost over his as if she was going to kiss him before moving back suddenly. Loki stumbled slightly from the sudden distance and lack of kiss.

Y/n laughed. "Maybe later." She said, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"I'm a god, I could make you kneel, you know?" He said raising an eyebrow and moving in again.

She let him come close before speaking. "Kneel yourself lover boy, I have Guinea pigs to feed." With that she laughed and began to walk away but Loki caught her arm before she could go too far.

"You sure you want to pick Guinea pigs over me?" He said pulling her in close.

She pulled him in for a kiss. He leaned into it enjoying the passion between them until she pulled away.

"The Guinea pigs will always be first priority, but I'll come back for you later." She winked.

Summary: Y/N decides she wants to make her outfit before traveling back in time despite the Doctor’s insistence that there are plenty of options in the Tardis closet.

Warnings: None!

Y/N leaned on the Tardis’s railing as she watched the Doctor fiddling with different knobs and switches on the control board. She couldn’t help but admire the way he constantly ruffled up his hair when he was thinking. It had been a quiet day for the two of them, no running from aliens for once, and they had each been doing their own tasks. The Doctor was maintaining the Tardis and fiddling as normal, and Y/N had taken the day to explore even more of the never ending rooms the Tardis had to offer. In her exploration, she had found a room with sewing machines, fabric, ribbons, everything anyone would ever need to make their own clothing. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason the Tardis closet was so well stocked. Perhaps someone in the past had taken the time to make all those outfits in that room deep within the Tardis.

“Doctor.” Y/N called to him.

The Doctor looked up, a grin spreading onto his face. “Hello, didn’t see you there.”

“I have a question.” Y/N felt suddenly embarrassed at the thought of asking permission to use the sewing room. It was, of course, the polite thing to do, but it felt silly and childish.

“What is it?” The Doctor walked to her and took her hands. He was always very good about giving her his full attention. “You know you can ask me anything.” He reminded when she didn’t immediately speak.

“It’s a little silly, but I’d like to go to Versailles in France, but back in it’s prime, you know. Maybe attend a fancy ball and...”

“Why didn’t you say so? Allons-y!” The Doctor grinned and grabbed Y/N’s hand pulling her towards the Tardis controls.

“Wait, wait! I wasn’t finished. I can’t wear this to Versailles.” Y/N protested.

“Well of course not, just pop over to the Tardis closet and we’ll be ready to--”

“Doctor!” Y/N interrupted him. She loved the man but sometimes he just wouldn’t let her finish. “The point is, I found a sewing room in the Tardis and I was wondering if I could... make a ballgown and then wear it?”

“There are plenty of gowns in the closet, you don’t have to make one.” He pointed out.

“But I want to. Please?”

He grinned and ruffled his hair. “Well, alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your up to eyeballs in lace though.” He laughed.

With a quick thanks, Y/N ran back to the sewing room and began picking fabric and ribbons, carefully consulting several pattern books and books on fashion of the era. She wanted to be able to arrive in a gown that would rival the queen herself.

The gown took a few weeks for Y/N to make, leading a bored Doctor to wander into the sewing room several times. He was usually quickly ushered away with some curse about ruffles.

“Don’t you dare touch anything Doctor! I have 64 feet of scalloped ruffles to cut out and they have to be perfect!” She snapped at him one day. After that the Doctor learned to stay out of the way.

Later the Doctor was sitting in the chair by the Tardis control room, wearing his 3D glasses, when Y/N walked in wearing the gown.

“So what do you think?” She asked.

The Doctor removed his glasses and was speechless for a moment (quite an accomplishment seeing as the man never seemed to start talking).

“I don’t know if I can let you go to court in that.” He closing the gap between them.

“Why not? I did all the research, I was so careful to make sure it was right?” She said face falling.

“No, no. It’s all correct. I’m just not sure I can share someone so beautiful with the entire French court.” He grinned and took her in his arms. “I could just look at you forever.”

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick kiss before hitting him lightly with her fan. “I’m glad you like it, but you’re going to have to learn to share. I didn’t spend the last two weeks buried in fabric just so you’d have something pretty to look at.” She laughed. 

She gave him one last peck before breaking away from his grasp and moving towards the control panel. “Shall we?”

Supernatural:

Dean x Reader: Not Burgers

Sam x Reader: When Nobody’s Watching

Marvel:

Loki x Reader: Period Struggles

Avengers x Reader: Mirror Mirror

Sherlock:

Sherlock x Sister: Bored

Doctor Who:

Request: Hey I really like your writing!! I was wondering if you could write an Avengers x reader where the reader is a shapeshifter and is bored one day so she starts messing with the others by changing into different teammates? Thank you!!

I hope you like it! Thanks for my very first request!!! I really appreciate it! I don’t know if this is totally what you meant, but this is the direction I took it. Let me know what you think!

Y/N sprawled herself over the couch in the Avengers Tower in a futile attempt to fend off boredom. On days, like this, when the world didn’t need saving, Y/n had found that life could just get so ordinary. It seemed like everyone else always had something to do on days like this leaving Y/n to herself. Alone time was nice sometimes, one could only take so much of people *ahem Tony Stark*, but it always seemed like the days she didn’t want to be alone everyone else was occupied. Tony and Bruce were in the lab being geniuses, Thor was in either Asgard or New Mexico, Steve was trying to catch up on everything he’d missed since he was frozen, and Clint and Natasha were training. They were in a constant state of training. Natasha always offered Y/n to join them, but you could only have your butt kicked so many times before the fun wore off. It wasn’t that Y/n wasn’t tough, she could definitely hold her own in a fight, but Natasha always insisted she learned to fight without her powers so she could become a better fighter which meant that Black Widow, the trained assassin, was sure to win. There was no point in practicing using her powers either. Y/n was a shape shifter, and had been born with her powers so by now, they were second nature.

Thinking of her powers, an idea suddenly came to her, and Y/n bolted upright from the couch with a wicked grin. How had she never thought of using her powers on her teammates? She went to the lab first and got Tony’s attention by transforming into Pepper and making a motion for him to come over to her. She then quickly hid and waited for Tony to leave confused searching for where Pepper went. Y/n then shape shifted to look like Tony and entered the lab.

“Bruce!” She yelled causing him to jump and turn around.

“What? You could have caused me to destroy my entire-” He started gesturing to whatever science-y thing he was working on but Y/n interrupted him.

“It’s important.” She added a dramatic pause for effect, “What so you think of these pants? Do they make my butt look big?” Y/n could hardly keep herself from laughing finding it too funny to hear Tony’s voice saying whatever she was saying.

Bruce ran a hand over his face annoyed, but before he could respond the real Tony walked back in.

“Have you seen Pepper-” He stopped as he looked at Y/n who looked identical to him.

“Bruce someone’s made a copy of me!” Y/n yelled. “And look at how handsome he is too. Maybe i should just stare at myself all day. Or now I could actually marry myself? You know that has secretly been my life long dream.”

The real tony frowned at Y/n, so she frowned back.

“Now hold on.” Tony said crossing his arms. Y/n repeated him and crossed her arms too. She soon began mimicking every movement and watching as Tony’s frustration grew. Bruce was now laughing slightly having figured out that you were Y/n.

“Look I’m Tony Stark’s live action mirror!” She yelled and danced around before him just out of reach.

“That’s it, I am gonna get you!” Tony yelled and lunged forward.

Y/n quickly transformed back into herself and ran out of Tony’s reach. Now it was time to find another Avenger to mess with. She found Steve watching a movie and she grinned when she realized it was a horror film. Glancing at the screen she quickly changed into the monster from the movie and snuck up behind Steve on the couch.

“Boo!” She yelled causing Steve to jump and scream. Shape shifting back into herself she laughed. “You scream like a little girl Rodgers!” Before he could react, she ran away again, this time in search of Clint and Natasha.

Natasha was training (of course) and Clint was perched on top of some of the training equipment trying to shoot while keeping his balance. Y/n quickly shape shifted into the Hulk and banged on her (his I guess since she’s Hulk now) chest gorilla style. Both Clint and Natasha turned towards Y/n weapons aimed. Maybe that wasn’t her best choice of disguise. She quickly transformed back into herself arms raised in surrender. As she did the rest of the team she’d been teasing all morning came flooding into the training room.

“There she is!” Tony yelled.

“Now guys, let’s not be too hasty.” She said taking a few steps back.

The others seemed as determined as ever, smirking at her as they planned their revenge. She tried transforming into Steve in his full Captain America get up.

“As your leader. I command you stop in the name of justice!” She said using extra ridiculous gestures. “God bless America, get me a bald eagle and that.”

Tony snickered at her impression of Steve. Steve grinned as an idea came to his mind.

“Why Y/n, you’re so good at impersonating all of us, I bet you could do all of our dishes for us too.” He smirked.

“Now wait a sec--” She tried to interrupt.

“She could probably do all our laundry too.” Clint grinned joining in.

By the end of the day she was buried in dirty dishes and the other avengers kept making laundry deliveries to her.

Summary: Sam catches the reader rocking out to Hamilton when she thinks no one is watching.

Y/n waved goodbye as the boys left the bunker. Sam was going to get groceries and Dean was tagging along for once to ensure Sam bought pie this time. Y/n was staying behind to continue researching.

“You sure you don’t want to take a break, babe?” Sam asked her.

“I’m fine, now go get me some food!” She waved him off. 

Y/n smiled as the door clicked behind them. She loved having the boys around, Dean was like a brother to her and Sam was her boyfriend, but a little time to herself was heavenly.

After waiting a couple minutes to double check that they’d gone, She jumped up from her chair for a well deserved research break. Grabbing her ipod and a portable speaker, she quickly selected a song the turned it up. She grinned as the sound of the Hamilton soundtrack filled the bunker. She got up and danced around, while singing every word. Dean may have preferred classic rock all the time, but Y/n had found time to listen to her own music when he and Sam weren’t around. She knew every word by heart, and was even a little proud of her amateur rapping skills.

With the music playing, and her belting out the lyrics, Y/n didn’t hear the door open. Sam peered in slowly, looking down at her form as she danced around the main floor of the bunker. A grin spread onto his face as he observed. He loved how enthusiastic she was, and how she changed her demeanor as each character entered. After a few songs he finally made his presents known by clapping and cheering.

Y/n jumped and turned around to look at Sam with wide eyes. She quickly ran to turn off the music

“How long have been standing there?” She gaped.

“Since Guns and Ships. Holy crap Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you could rap? And your singing! It’s incredible!” He gushed.

“I figured you and Dean would tease me about it. I didn’t think musical theatre was really your genre.” She shrugged.

“It is now that I see how much you love it, and how adorable you are when you dance around the bunker.” He told her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Y/n blushed and buried her face in Sam’s chest. Finally looking up, she smirked at him. “You do realize this means I’m going to bug all the time with Hamilton facts and quotes. You could say it’ll be Non-Stop.”

He laughed. “It’ll be worth it.”

He kissed her sweetly and she savored the moment. Y/n wished it didn’t have to end, but it was interrupted by Sam’s phone going off. He pulled away and dug it out of his pocket.

“It’s Dean.” He said apologetically.

“Put it on speaker.” Y/n told him.

Sam did before answering. “Hey Dean, what’s up?”

“What’s up? You left to go grab your wallet ages ago, what’s taking so long man?” Dean’s voice came through the speaker.

“Uh... I’m coming right now.” Sam answered quickly before hanging up.

Y/n laughed. “You just left him at the store?”

“I didn’t think I would get distracted by such an amazing surprise performance.” He teased.