dangerous habits
(eleventh doctor x reader)
time for more unabashed crushing on Matt Smith’s Doctor! i’m sort of a sucker for pet names (in the right context, of course) and Eleven’s offhand habit of calling things sweet names usually has me blushing a bit, so of course i had to write about it, because that’s how fanfiction works, and i really, really like him, sometimes against my better judgement. hopeless romantic, me.
author’s rec while you read: i had bad habits by ed sheeran running through my head the entire time i was coming up with a title, go figure. if that’s not your bowl of rice then anything that makes you happy will bop just fine. :)
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It’s official.
That habit of his was going to kill you.
“Oi, do you have the wrench?”
Quickly adjusting your leg so it stops needling and tingling, you place the tool in the hand waggling at you from under the TARDIS console. The Doctor pokes his head out briefly to give you a teasing smile.
“Thanks, dear.”
Your shoulders tense almost involuntarily. There it was.
He disappears under the console before you can smack him, leaving you hot and bothered. His little endearments have always rubbed you the right way, but more so than usual lately. The tone in his voice when he calls the TARDIS Sexy is enough cause to bang your head against something, never mind when he does it to you.
(It was apparently a long story, the TARDIS’ nickname. You weren’t quite sure you wanted to know.)
“You’re awfully quiet today, love. Something wrong?”
You can’t look at him as he emerges, putting his ridiculous goggles atop his head and wiping the grease from his face and hands.
“Hey? Hello? Anyone in there?” He raps his knuckles against your forehead, grinning. “Oi. It’s just me. Did I do something?”
“No,” you manage finally, flashing him a quick smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“No, when you’re thinking, you do this.” He scrunches his face into a remarkable imitation of you, even resting his chin on the heel of his hand and spacing out so well you almost wave a hand in front of his face. Then he’s got your attention, so quickly you can’t look away.
“When you’re bothered,” he says, “you make that face.” He pokes your cheek. “Tell me. I can help.”
“Sorry, Doc. You can’t help with this one.”
He looks offended. “Oi! I can help with just about anything, if you’ll remember?”
“You and your pride,” you tease, lightening up at his childish behaviour. “I’m serious, though. This isn’t really something you can fix.”
“And why’s that, love?”
His sudden closeness, combined with the endearment, startles you. A hot blush surges up your cheeks. His motley eyes search your face. They widen.
Oh, he knows.
Oh, no.
He knows.
A smirk starts to tweak the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, dear,” he almost purrs, and how on earth is such an awkward man being this attractive; creative curses run through your mind because there’s almost no space between you now, and the glow of the console is casting sharp shadows on his cheekbones, and his eyes are galaxies...
“I understand now,” he murmurs, lips so close to the shell of your ear that you shudder. “I’m bothering you, aren’t I...sexy?”
You reach out to push him away, you really do. But when your hands land on his chest, and his hand slides onto your knee, and you meet his eyes again, well—you don’t even think the TARDIS blames you for kissing him.
Though you’re almost positive the staccato flare of the lowlights is her way of laughing at your visible shock when the Doctor grasps your waist and kisses you back with everything he has in him.
look at this dumb man ugh I love him and his stupid goggles and pretty backlighting
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@doctor-john-smith
“The universe can be a very cold; cruel place to be in, and left to float/fly endlessly in it, without a destination or lead to finding your kin, a place to call home, is much worse. But what would you care? Popping here and there leaving behind people or things/intelligences you thought dead?” Clever rants pacing to and fro much like an agitated feline behind bars; despite the fact there was nothing but the other occupying her mind to prevent them from ripping out the dual hearts that beat so coldly in that chest. The Doctor had returned to a previous body, and was even older than the ones both it as the aforementioned cyber intelligence and this body knew, they both could see it in those disgusting eyes that looked so shocked back at them both. “Surprise father dearest.” She mockingly bows.
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