11th and 12th doctor x reader one-shots

12th Doctor x Insomniac!Reader

*This one is super cheesy, out of character, and done only out of selfish indulgence.*

Well! Long time no read! I'm back, my sincerest apologies to anyone annoyed by my short hiatus. I was overwhelmed by important time management matters; I've never been good at managing my time, so I must have an adjustment period after having any substantial change to my usual schedule. Thank you for your understanding. Please enjoy.  ( HAY  I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGOOOOOO LIKE IN 2020, SO HAVE THIS! UM I HAVE A REQUEST THAT WILL BE COMING SHORTLY 12th doctorx reader (Platonic) get ready for that! I do take requests so send them in if you like, Im busy so your kindess is required in order for a request to be fulfilled.)

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You have been traveling with The Doctor for months, almost a year now. He is in his twelfth form, old, Scottish, and with a newfound acute hatred for hugs. Frankly it's upsetting, thee past/ younger form of this Doctor would have hugged you if you asked, or even looked at him like you needed a hug. This generation, on the other hand, will only hug someone for two reasons.

1) They have been separated for years, and I mean YEARS.

or

2) You, him, or both of you were almost killed/separated, never to see one another again.

Currently, neither of those things are in progress, but you are tired; You haven't been sleeping well. Up till 4, and only down till 6 or 8 am if you are lucky. Plus, the chances that you'll get any caffeine are slim to none with how busy the Doctor makes sure to keep you.

~~~~(Now writing in a journal)

Like The Doctor, I am not a super affectionate person, but dare I say that I miss The Doctor's hugs and cuddles.

He gives the best, and I mean the best hugs; indeed, he deserves an award. It's just- on nights where I am tired yet restless all the same, I want him to hold me and fall asleep with me. Lord knows he is exhausted; He would work himself to death if he didn't regenerate. Id be a fool to asume that the Doctor is so distastful towards hugs that he wouldn't make an exeption for someone he used to hug.

That's it. I don't care; it's 2:37 am right now, I'm writing in my journal about how I miss The Doctor's hugs and cuddles; only action is going to fix this.

~~~~( slamming pen on desk)

You sit up from your computer desk, march to the dark entrance of your quarters. You take a deep breath to squelch the anxiety rising to your throat and chest, summoning all of the courage one can at 2:38 am and throw open your doors. The lighting, doesn't change not imeadately, the T.A.R.D.I.S understands your mission and lights your way to where the Doctor is at this very moment. 

Realizing that, the force you used to open your bedroom doors was a tad aggressive, you quietly apologized to the T.A.R.D.I.S. Only after receiving a small hum of thanks, you quietly yet briskly find yourself in the control room's doorway.

Taking a brief moment before the observant Scotsman notices your presence, you try to swallow your inescapable fear about the question you now had to ask.

Softly clearing your throat to catch his ear, all your confidence and determination diminishes to sweat on your palms and a fist of doubt in your throat.

His piercing yet unusually soft eyes seem to soften, even more, bringing the faintest glimmer of a smile to his face.

He can't help but notice you are in your favorite P.J.s.

His eyes stiffened as you tentatively step forward and request, " Can I ask you a personal question?" your hands tightly holding each other, folded neatly over your abdomen.

"No"

"Can I anyway."

His eyes move up as he hesitates, obviously knowing you aren't going to give up, " Yes," He sighs.

" Are you tired?"

"I- Uh, Yes, I suppose I am, why do you ask (Y/N)?" He was expecting a different question, probably about his home planet, space, or something else around those lines.

Shifting your weight back and forth and side to side you're having trouble controlling your voice as you state, " I ask because I'm tired, I'm tired, and I know you work hard, and I thought that maybe you'd want to fall asleep with me... maybe. it's okay if you don't want to, I just thought it would be nice, and maybe help us rest even for one night, but again you don't have to if you are uncomfortable."

That whole speech was at the speed of light, beet red in the face and staring straight at the floor.

"Pft,"

you gasp, looking up, suprised that he would laugh at you instead of just saying no,

" So what you want is for me to lay with you in your room just for sleeping, and fall asleep with you?"

"Look, you could have just said no instead of embarrassing me, I know you are out of the loop with modern-day manners, but that was cruel even for you." You growled, turning swiftly to march back to your room.

"(Y/N)" stoping suprised in your footsteps, why did he sound confused?

" Do you want to fall asleep with me in the same room? Why are you humans so quick to assume that you didn't even wait for my full response, just turned to walk away. As it would seem, we are both out of the loop."

Stalk still you turn around to find him, arms crossed, staring at you oh so softly. " y/n, are you tired?"

A weight pulls off of your heart as you release a heavy breath, " Yes."

"Good, I'm tired too, let's go," He grabs your hand and walks with you to your bedroom, he pulls you to sit in front of him after taking his shoes and jacket off.

"Now I don't normally do this kind of thing, so its been a while. It's obvious why, because of these attack eyebrows," wiggling them at you to prove a point.

" I'm not sure that you need instructions, you're a smart boy, figure it out," you yawn as you lay under the covers, patiently waiting for him to understand what you want him to do.

It doesn't take long for him to get the point and join you. You don't let him ask anything else as you swiftly shuffle into his chest, hearing his hearts quicken at the sudden proximity.

" Please don't push me away. We both need attention," You whisper into the warm clothed chest holding on tighter.

He wraps his arms around you, first softly but gradually adding pressure as he realized you are allowing him to relax. No.  You are encouraging him to rest, let down his walls,  and for once he finally accepts.

You hear his heart rates calm, you feel so at home, you never thought one being could smell and feel so grounding, but you found him.

"Sleep well, pudding brain."

That and small firm kiss to your forhead was all you remeber before falling into a comfortable sleep.