Doctor who- 11 X Reader Imagines

Bang

As we are all very aware, Covid-19 is a bastard. The only good thing about it is the fact that I now have time to write despite that it is still incredibly shit. Anyways, how are you guys? I'm bored, very tired and just a tad depressed at the momento. Currently mid-mental breakdown as I write this but you know what, you just got to grin and bare it. Love you guys, enjoy this disaster I have literally written in half an hour.

You stare at the clock above your english teachers desk, there was only ten minutes of this lesson left until physics and you couldn't really be bothered with that either.

"If I have to read one more line of Macbeth I will shove this pencil up my nose and headbutt the table." your friend (f/n) says from next to you, their face pulled intern irreplaceable grimace as they look down at the horrid Scottish text.

"I though you loved reading about Macbeth." you say sarcastically as you answer questions on the play, the usual crap about what does this sentence make you feel. You all but huff as you count the amount of questions you had left. "I don't know why I bother with this class anymore. I'm so ahead in the work that I'm looking at work for the S6's, this is the exact same as in History and Physics. You want to know about a Proton, I'm your guy."

(f/n) shakes her head, "You love being ahead, they're moving you to S6. This is technically your last year of school you smart ass. Whilst you are in Edinburgh studying criminology I will be stuck here, reading what will undoubtedly be Romeo and Juliet."

You chuckle as you gather up your question sheets and notebooks, making them into a pile before sliding them and your pen into your bag. "I have to go, Mr Drummond wants me at physics early today for some reason." (f/n) hums in response, not really paying attention as they keep their eyes on the words in front of them.

The halls are silent as you walks through them, the occasional angered teacher bellows through the walls but other than that not a sound was made. You pull open a door and head up multiple flights of stairs before pulling another door open and entering the science corridor.

You knock on Mr Drummond's door then push it open, "You wanted to see me, sir?" You expect to see a fifty year old with a terrible toupee hiding his receding hairline but instead you are met with green eyes and a bowtie. "Sorry, I was supposed to be meeting my teacher."

"No can do, he's popped out for a spot of lunch." says the man sat at your teachers desk, your eyes scan the room, finding a red head and another man.

"Well, if you don't mind my asking, who are you and why are you in my teachers chair. You lot are no substitute teachers, I know for a fact that I have seen you on a billboard somewhere." you say, pointing to the redhead.

The man stands for the desk chair and gestures for you to come in, despite your better judgement you do, closing the door behind you and placing your bag at your desk. "My names the Doctor." The man leans forward, planting kisses in the air on either side of your face.

"Ah well, that was very french. I'm (y/n)." you say with a smile. "Now tell me, where is Mr Drummond really? He never leaves his class unlocked and his tea is still hot, if you's hadn't noticed it is steaming. Other than that you lot are doing a half decent job of lying to a sixteen year old." You turn to the pair behind you, "Well except for him, he stands to awkwardly and too close. People have a bubble you know."

The red head laughs and places a voltmeter back into a box, "I like her, got to love the Scottish."

"Says every Scottish person ever." you say with a roll of your eyes. "So, you ever going to tell me whats going on."

"Ah yes, well." The man that called himself the Doctor straightens his bow tie turns away from you, picks a pen out from a pot and begins drawing a diagram on the white board. "It all started when the universe went bang..."