Doctor Who One Shots

11th doctor x reader

"Honestly, I swear this TARDIS is faulty or something! It always breaks down, and you're always fixing it!" Amy sighed.

"Oi! That's rude. She's perfectly reliable thank you. Pass me the screwdriver Rory. No, not that one, the actual screwdriver, the one that buzzes! Thank you!." The Doctor lay under the control panel, the wires exposed. You just sat on the other side of the room and watched this somewhat of a family argue over which screwdriver is the actual one.

You circle the control panel, tracing your fingers along the buttons and edges of the metal borders. The TARDIS is so bright. It's literally the perfect description of the Doctor, colourful, strange and sometimes throws a tantrum and refuses to do anything. The Doctor climbs out from his crawl space, and looks at you, and you pretend you don't notice. He puts things back into his tool kit all the while shifting his eyes up on to you quite frequently.

"Doctor, focus on what you're doing, you almost stabbed yourself there." Rory shouts at him, and the Doctor spins and carrys the tool box down the stairs.

"It's because he's too busy staring at (y/n), it's hard for him to focus when his crush is around." You shoot a look at Amy, and you can feel your cheeks going a light shade of pink. She smirks and walks off downstairs towards the Doctor, Rory in tow. I try and hear what they're saying but it's quite hard because the Doctor forgot to turn the extractor fans off again after he repaired the TARDIS. All you got from it was your name, the Doctor shouting 'no!' a couple of times and a few random words.

Then they all came back up the staircase, Amy and Rory going and standing in the doorway, and the Doctor walking over to you.

"So, what was that about?" You tried to act as casual as you could in this situation, and you leant against the controls.

"Um, well. Um-" the Doctor blushed and couldn't look you in the eye. He pushed a bunch of buttons you knew he didn't need to press, he was distracting himself. "Well, the thing is, um..." He looks around at different things in the control room. "Oh look, a scarf!" He walks quickly to the scarf hung on the chair. "What do you think? Still me?"

"Doctor! Hurry up!" Amy shouts from the doorway.

You roll your eyes sarcastically and walk up to him, unwrapping the scarf from his neck. He sighs and drops his shoulders, frowning.

"What were you really going to say?" You step back from him a few inches.

"The thing is (y/n), um, I like you and maybe it'd be nice if we um-" you cut him off with your lips on his. He flapped his arms about, not really knowing where to put them, until he finally settled them on your hips. You pull away, keeping your face only centimeters from the Doctors. Amy and Rory cheer from the other side of the room, souring something like "about time!"

"What was that for? Not complaining or anything, but-" the Doctor tried to analyse your face, trying to read you. You hate it when he does that, because he's very bad at it.

"I was bored. You know, for someone that's 900 years old, you'd think they'd be a little better at asking someone on a date. And yes, by the way, I'll go for dinner with you." You look into his eyes, and he stares right back into yours.

"How did you know I was going to say that?" His cheeks are still very red, and his hands are still on your hips.

"I just did." Then he pulls you in again and you kiss, for longer this time.

"We'll just go then will we?" Amy walks up to you both. Getting no response from either of you, she sighs and walks back to Rory, taking his hand and they leave.

The Doctor pushes his toungue against your lips, asking for access, which of course you grant. Both of you battle for dominance, and you fail.

So, the Doctor can be like this. Wow. Would have never thought it.

He pushes you up against the glass control panel, and you wrap your arms around his the back of his neck. You realise you have no air left, so you pull back and rest your foreheads together, panting and gasping for oxygen.

"So, tomorrow night sound good? For dinner, I mean. Not, anything else." Of course he'd go back to his childish ways straight after that.

"Yeah, sure."

"If you two are quite finished, who wants to go see a movie tonight?" Rory and Amy were walking up the stairs again.

"Okay, what movie?" You ask them both, and then you realise you and the Doctor are still in that position, and you clear your throat, and you unwrap yourself from him, thankfully he gets the hint.

"So anyway, movie?"