MaggyPloys

~*~ It had been fifteen years, fifteen years of running, with The Doctor. The last of the Time Lords, the destroyer of the Time Lords, savior of worlds, and the oncoming storm. He had saved you, taken care of you, protected you, and all you had to do for him, is run, with him, as long as you could. That was a promise, one you had made to him, and over the years, the two of you have grown a lot closer. Not in the way most would think though, sure. Because, when you were eight, he had saved you. For a while, he was like a dad to you. But now? You weren't sure how you felt towards the Raggedy Man in a bow tie with an ancient and brand new box

It was another boring day in class. The usual lecture from your Astronomy teacher seemed to drone on longer than it normally did. You (your/name), (your/last/name), had resorted to tapping your pencil on the edge of your desk quietly. At first you were just tapping your pencil at random, then it became a pattern organized in four taps, almost like the beat of drums. Tap, tap, tap, tap, your pencil repeated the same pattern over and over again until eventually the final bell rang. "Alright students we will continue this lesson tomorrow" your teacher said, dismissing the class. You were in no rush to leave the classroom and waited for the hoa

Beyond Time 10th Doctor x Reader Once again another curious mission had been achieved within the space time continuum that never seemed to be willing to give you or the Doctor a break. It had been an interesting and funny adventure indeed with the poor Doctor encountering a many-tentacle and astoundingly strong alien admirer who’d coated him in slime and been unwilling to let him go. Thankfully though the TARDIS was a strange place where the Doctor could clean himself up amidst your continuous laughter… “You still haven’t told me how you got out of its grasp!” You joked as you recalled the ridiculous excuses

“I’m dying,” Y/N mumbled. Her words were thick and low. “I’m dying and there’s nothing I can do about it.” “You’re not dying,” the Doctor replied, a grin in his voice. He was being obnoxiously cheerful, considering that Donna Noble was also convinced that she was half-way through melting to death. Not for the first time, Donna inwardly shook her fist at whatever evolutionary thing-a-ma-do on Gallifrey helped Time Lords evolve into temperature insensitive arseheads. He barely had any sweat on him. He’d removed his suit jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves, but other than that