𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒, doctor who imagines

"are you drunk?"

TENTH DOCTOR
"are you drunk?"

pairing: tenth doctor x reader
description: after a few too many glasses of wine, you get brave with confronting the doctor about what's going on between you two.
warnings: none, but it's a little fluffy!

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"You know what I think?" you called out, stumbling through the TARDIS doors and coming face-to-face with a perplexed looking Doctor.

"Um, no, I don't– do tell, Y/N."

"I think you should stop tiptoeing around and just admit how you feel about me," you hiccuped, tripping over your own feet and falling into the Doctor's arms as he darted over to catch you, "Because-" hiccup, "It's getting very tiring just waiting."

The Doctor couldn't help but laugh.

You'd never been this bold before, never been so direct with addressing whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. You'd always seemed more than happy with your situation.

You and the Doctor had been flirtatious since your very first trip in the TARDIS. He'd always been far more touchy feely with you than any other companion too, always searching for an excuse to have his hand in yours or against your skin somehow. There had always been an obvious, and yet unspoken, attraction, and the Doctor was startled by your sudden desire to discuss it.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, knowing full well that you were – you'd gone to meet some old work friends for dinner – but he hoped to calm you down ever so slightly with the question.

"For such a clever man, you aren't half stupid! Gorgeous, bloody gorgeous, but utterly stupid," you laughed, punctuated by yet another hiccup as you giggled, "Of course I'm drunk, Doc, I wouldn't be telling you all this if I wasn't!"

The Doctor tilted his head to the side, quirking his lip in agreement as he continued trying to steady you, "Good point, sweetheart."

"See!"

"What?"

"Don't sweetheart me! You can't smile that stupid, pretty smile and call me sweetheart and– Oh god I think I'm gonna be sick!" you interrupted yourself, launching yourself out of the Doctor's arms and towards the nearest toilet on board.

The Doctor shook his head, a small smile on his face as he busied himself with preparing you a glass of water, finding you keeled over the toilet bowl.

"False alarm, pretty boy," you turned around, beaming up at him and baring your teeth jokingly as he held out the glass of water for you, which you gladly took from him and chugged in one gulp, "You're... you're a lifesaver."

The Doctor's grin only widened at the smile on your face as he knelt down, offering you his arm to help you up, "That I am. Now c'mon, let's get you into bed shall we?"

"Oh now you choose to be bold Doctor!"

"Not like that, Y/N! Your own bed, so you can get some clearly much needed sleep." he retorted, but even in your drunken stupor you detected a hint of a blush on his pale cheeks.

You pouted exaggeratedly, "No cuddles?"

"C'mon, Y/N. Let me help you up."

He hoisted you up, supporting you with one arm and helping you silently towards your bedroom. He internally celebrated the close proximity of the bathroom to your bedroom, given that you weren't being particularly co-operative about getting there.

"See you.. you do all this stuff to help me, you take me to all these amazing places, you flirt and almost kiss me and then it's like a switch and you pretend there couldn't possibly be anything between us, huh. I don't like that."

The Doctor smiled, a bright, toothy grin, and lifted you onto your bed without responding for a moment. You were still in a pair of uncomfortable looking trousers and a low-cut top, but he didn't want to change you into something more comfortable. It didn't feel appropriate, not now, not when your closeness suddenly seemed far more intimate.

He had helped you change after a drunken evening many a time before, you always asked it of him, but it felt different now. Too close, too invasive.

"Are you getting in or what?" you huffed, rolling onto your side.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I just want to cuddle, Doctor. I don't bite... unless you'd like that?" the jokey tone of your voice held a small undercurrent of genuine flirtation and the Doctor shook his head with a laugh.

"I think this is a conversation for another day, sweetheart, don't you?" he cooed, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking you in, "You get some sleep. You need it."

"Doctor," you mumbled, half asleep already as you sunk into your mattress, "I love you." and with that, you were asleep.

The Doctor's grin couldn't have broadened any further in that moment, his smile practically spreading from ear to ear as he pressed a chaste kiss on your temple, "I love you too, Y/N. Always have."

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author's note:
thank you for reading! this was
fun to write, i love writing stuff
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