I was wondering if you could pair me with a Doctor? I’ve been described as kind, happy, smart, and very articulate. I love theatre(especially musicals), and books. I’m always up to try new things, and love exploring new places and learning through experience. I’m nerdy and weird, and I’m up to ramble back and forth, sit and read, or just about anything. I’m also a mom friend, and I usually spend time with friends trying to keep them out of trouble. I’m a girl, 5’4”, chaotic, and bi. Thank you!
I pair you with nine.
While he might not look like it, the man is a very avid reader himself. This is true with other personality traits of him as well that others may think he would never possess. Like being a mother -- well, acting like a mother hen. When you first boarded the doctor couldn't believe how much the two of you butted heads at trying to take care of one another and warning each other to be careful during trips. It seemed to be a never-ending cycle of “ No, you!” and “ I told you first, so shut it!”
His favorite trait of you had to be your attention to detail and smarts, not to say you weren’t pretty, of course. However, this regeneration of him focused more on the mind than any of his previous faces or future. He loved your mind and would lay his head in your lap for hours listening to your stories and ramble sessions about your topics of interest. Mostly geeky things such as tv shows and book series during your time period back on Earth.
His favorite aspect of you though, physical, is your height. He loved the fact that he towered over you and would hide boxes of cookies and cereal on the top of shelves away from reach. Honestly, it was just so he could see you pout and cross your arms. It’s adorable, really.
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Hello! I’m a new fanfic account looking to get out there. I write for Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Supernatural, and Marvel currently. I would love to be part of the community and make friends along the way :) 😊 Also, thank you again for being so kind and welcoming to me
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Summary: You weren’t ready for change, but change came anyway in the most unimaginable way possible. You’ve seen him young, you’ve seen him old. However, him as a woman would be hardest to deal with now, especially when it comes to intimacy.
WC: 1,074
Warnings: none really, just some angst
A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic. I’m finally done with HS and it feels so weird. I’m going to attempt to start writing more, hopefully. I have a few fics in the works right now! [5.16.20]
You stood nervously by the doorway leading to the winding halls, nails digging into the battered up wood and steel supports. The previously loose clothing on the once man seemed to slip and slide across the expanse of her shoulders and pant hems pool at her feet. This wasn’t something you saw coming, neither did he — well she saw coming.
It felt weird to say that she had become female at this point, however, the doctor had said before that it’s the genetic lottery. You don’t get to pick and choose what you get. If it was the Doctor’s way, her hair would be ginger. Slowly you moved towards her with hands grasping the metals bars and thick tears rolling down your cheeks in shock and anger. How could she? How could she take away the man you loved? Become someone you never thought? Of course, changing the face was normal..but this was sudden, too sudden.
Her hair framed her cheeks as she looked swiftly up with wild, fire-filled eyes, and for a second your heart stopped beating and face turner bright red. That look — it never failed to amaze.
She would never say it aloud. Never. Why should she say it aloud when you looked happy and as fine as ever? She watches from the sideline while taking on a leadership role, leading the team through never-ending adventures and misfortunes in “holidays”. Never would she say it aloud that she wished she was her younger self, her previous incarnations. Truth be told — she was envious. Is envious. Always has been envious of her younger selves. The confidence, charm, and hope that never seemed to die out in her previous pretty boy faces.
The Doctor let out a huff and swung her booted feet out the doors and into the expanse of space, leaning back on small palms. The one thing that did stay constant, however, was the colors of space. It’s the one constant that has been there as of late. Everything had been so—off. Every time you came near her, she backed away. Every time she came near you, you felt as though she was doing it from guilt. The looks you gave her radiated throughout her soul and crushed her from the inside out. Suffocating her like drowning.
The creek of metal made the Timelord jump slightly, and grasp the metal railing tightly for support as she turned. Her eyes met yours from across the room and her lips pressed tightly. She’s loved you for so long, her other constant. Truth be told — the changing of faces had been rough before, but never this bad. It was subtle changes at first, like lack of kisses, but she assumed you weren’t feeling well. Lack of hand-holding, possibly sweaty palms? She shook her head bitterly, and looked away from where you stood across the room. Her hands fold tightly back into her lap completely white-knuckled and shaking with fear.
She feared you would leave her.
She wasn’t exactly the man she used to be, or a man at all.
“ I’m still him. I’m still me. I haven’t changed completely. Change is good, remember? Change. I-I love change,” She groaned and stood from the floor, closed the doors, and leaned against them now facing you.
Her face was beet red, puffy, and lined with tear tracks. A sharp pang consumed your lungs and drowned you in a fiery sea of guilt as her eyes locked onto yours. Those eyes. Tired, longing, and full of wanderlust. The Doctor made her way up the ramp, towards you, and stood before you with an outstretched hand slowly inching towards your temple. Her deep eyes locked with yours for reassurance. The small gesture made you feel at home as her fingers connected and she projected herself into your mind. A familiar, sweet, sentimental touch.
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" Goodnight, Tony! Don’t forget to lock up.” You called back as you slipped on your jacket and left the building, heading down the snow and ice-slicked sidewalks towards the complex. While not a far walk, it was enough to make you anxious. The street became increasingly darker the further you walked.
The street had become increasingly dark to the point of semi blindness when you ran into him. The tall man clad in pinstripes, perfectly shaped hair and 70s style converse to top it off. Your first Doctor. He picked up your drop keys and dropped them back into the placed them back into your hands.
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Your second Doctor was all bowties and a smile that shined brightly despite the aging eyes. The face you had confessed your feelings for, and fell desperately in love with. At this point you had been traveling with the Doctor for quite some time, but this face had begun to fad too and was soon replaced with the “old bat” that you liked to refer him as and he would be as cocky as ever back at you.
It always hurt to see one of the Doctor’s faces go. It felt as if a part of him was disappearing forever. You opened your eyes slowly and looked at the woman who seemed to be searching for you for a response. Her eyes shined the same way though as they did in all her past faces. The same look. The same depth. The same history.
“ I’m sorry I left you alone when you needed me most, Doctor. I know I can’t ever make up for letting you feel abandoned, but-“ You were caught off guard as the woman pressed herself against you in an attempt for bodily contact. A flood of warmth and dread flooded your system. Your eyes burned from the self-hatred filled tears you’ve been holding back.
She needed you more than you thought.
It wasn’t fair to the Doctor at all with being upset over something she couldn’t control.
“ I love you, Doctor. I’m never going to leave you.”
She never stole the identity of the person you fell in love with. This just happened to be another face, just slightly different. However, her love and heart were completely the same — maybe even expanded some, too.
“ I love you too, you twat,” She smirked slightly before pulling away from you and running towards the console, fiddling with some searches before bouncing back to face you, “ So, where to next?”
I was wondering if I I could get a flangst fic/drabble where the reader thinks Sam is cheating, but he’s not? [ I’m sorry if I did this wrong, I couldn’t find a prompt list 😅 ]
The prompt list for Round 2 of my Drabble Game will be up in two days! All of my prompts for Round 1 have been taken. You can find the next list of drabbles in my bio where it says ‘Drabble Request Game’!
