Frogs And Snails
Frogs and Snails
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary - The Reader is staying at home for a couple of days to recharge, but frantically calls The Master to join them when they find some frogs and snails on their property.
Based on this Request -
Warnings - Small mention of The Master being a bit overprotective/tracking/stalking, but other than that small mention, it’s just fluffy.
Word Count - 2284
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This is based on a request, from @flybi91, asked on my old Tumblr. I finally posted it after many mental health troubles. I’m hoping to post much more during this year because I am finally feeling better. This is such a cute request, though, and I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy it. 💜
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Whenever you were home, you would walk out into the woods that surrounded your home and meditate in nature. Something about that environment calms you down and makes you feel real, where other environments could easily overstress you and make you feel cluttered. The Master tried to recreate the environment around your home in a personalised meditation room in his TARDIS for you, but it wasn’t the same. There were no random animals that would come up to you while you were meditating or relaxing, and the manufactured wind just felt off.
You were very grateful for The Master’s efforts, but sometimes you just needed to recharge back on Earth. The Master tried to be sympathetic, but he had difficulty in doing so. His memories of Gallifrey were rarely peaceful. He wanted to see you happy though, so he would, slightly reluctantly, travel to Earth and allow you to stay there for as long as you needed. But he would never be that far away from you, even if you thought you were alone.
You had been home for a couple of days but were unable to spend any time outside. Some days it was because you were too tired to venture out, other days it was because of rain, or sometimes it was because you had plans with your friends. But today, you were free to finally do as you wished and you grabbed a picnic blanket and headed outside. Dew covered the ground and there was a nice fog that surrounded your home. The sun, still, had yet to rise, but the sky was lightening by the second.
You spread your blanket out at the edge of the woods and sat down with your legs in a crisscrossed position. It had been so long since you were on Earth that you forgot that it was frog season. So, when you heard the frogs croaking, you immediately jumped up and began searching, completely abandoning your picnic blanket and plans to relax. It didn’t take you long to locate where the little croaking cuties were hiding. A bit inside the woods, there was a small lake that was an offshoot to a stream nearby and the frogs would usually lay their eggs there.
After finding the frog’s hideout, you ran back to your house to get some snacks. Then you picked up the blanket you had left on your lawn and walked back down the path to the lake to settle down. You opened some of the containers of snacks for yourself and, hopefully, some cute creatures. Soon, you were able to coerce some frogs to join you on your blanket, then some friendlier frogs hopped up onto your lap. While other frogs simply enjoyed your gift of strawberries. You smiled at the scene before you. This was exactly what you needed to calm down, but you were saddened at the thought of The Master not being here with you.
You had grown quite close to him throughout your travels together. You interpreted your relationship with the renegade Time Lord to be heading down a more intimate path. You weren’t exactly quick to pick up on the lingering gazes or the protective gestures he would give you, but they were much too obvious now for you to ignore. You believed that he noticed the change in your relationship, too, but he was too stubborn to admit that he had feelings for a Human, and you were too bashful and scared to confess your feelings out of fear of rejection.
You sat calmly, petting a large toad, while feeding it an equally large strawberry. Suddenly, you saw a couple of slugs on a nearby plant and became even more excited! You stealthily and carefully moved the pair of slugs onto your blanket. You gave them some grapes and strawberries to eat, as well. You had to get The Master here to see this moment, even if he was doing something important. You didn’t know if he had even seen Earth frogs or slugs before, and you believed that him being here with you to see this sight took precedence over whatever he was doing. You knew that he didn’t understand why you enjoyed Earth so much. So maybe if you called him here to sit with you, then maybe he would understand why you felt so peaceful here. You grabbed your phone and called the Time Lord.
The Master was tinkering with his Tardis console right before you called. Not because he needed to, but because he was bored. The Master never knew what to do when you weren’t around, and he hated that feeling. He tried to deny the fact that you were the reason why he woke up in the morning for a long time, but he had practically given up on doing so now. You were the reason why he started his day, why he took care of himself, why he wanted to show off. You had completely consumed his life. He wasn’t prepared to tell you this fact yet, but he was preparing to do so. He jumped slightly when he heard his TARDIS phone ring. His TARDIS had clearly made the phone ring louder to draw him out of his thoughts. The Master picked up the phone and was about to ask who was calling, but you cut him off.
“Master! Come here! Quickly!” You were so excited that you couldn’t regulate your volume and your voice came out as a bit of a scream. In shock, The Master jolted forward and hit his head on the underside of the console.
“What?! Are you okay?” His voice echoed with a worried growl.
“Yes! Just come here!” The Master stood up, rubbing the bump on his head, again shocked after you had ended the call without a goodbye. You never did that. You always gave agonisingly long goodbyes filled with sweet testimonies about how much you missed him and wished to see him sooner. He had immediately assumed the worst. As fast as he could, The Master plotted a course to your house.
The Tardis appeared in the middle of your living room. The Master bustled out of his ship, almost ripping over his feet, anxiously. The Master called your name, but he heard no response. He ran upstairs then down to your basement, then scanned your house for any sign of life. You were nowhere to be found. The Master released a defeated huff and prepared to phone you again to find out where you were, but then he remembered something.
Soon after the two of you met, The Master noticed your love of jewellery. The closer he got to you, the more The Master wanted to protect you. So, he may or may not have gifted you a necklace for your birthday that contained a tracking device. The Master had never had to use it for what it was intended for, you thankfully had never been kidnapped, but he had found himself watching the tracker for hours whenever you were away on Earth, and he had given up trying to distract himself from your absence. It gave him some peace of mind to see you walk around your house or go to the shops.
He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand for being so dumb as to not think about the tracker sooner. He had, in fact, had the image of the tracker up on his TARDIS console before he got bored of watching you sleep. He hated that in his fear of losing you, he might have wasted time in saving you. So, The Master began following the tracker toward your location, his walking soon turning into a run when he remembered the urgent tone in your voice. He huffed, thinking that these new emotions would be the death of him, or even worse, the death of you. He looked down at the tracker once again, while turning onto a small path, but looked up suddenly when he heard you calling his name while walking up to him.
“Y/N are you okay?!” The Master quickly pocketed his tracking device before you could see it and question it.
“Yes! Of course, I am okay, silly!” Once you were by the alien, you hugged him tightly, happy that he did actually come to see you instead of hiding away on his ship. The Master hugged you back tightly while nuzzling his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. He was so relieved that you were not hurt, but he quickly pushed you back by your shoulders to question you.
“Then why did you scare me half to regeneration?!”
“Oh! I just wanted to show you something. Follow me.” You turned and walked down the path back toward the pond until you realised that The Master wasn’t following you. He was standing at the top of the path staring at you, gobsmacked and completely out of his depth at the idea that you just wanted to see him. You huffed and trenched back up the path and grabbed The Master’s hand and pulled him along the path behind you. You let go of The Master’s hand to move away some of the frogs and slugs from the middle of your blanket so the two of you could sit without hurting anything.
“Why are we here, Y/N?” You sat cross legged again and returned your attention to the small creatures.
“Frogs!” You turned to look at The Master, grinning from ear to ear, while holding a couple of small, green frogs in the palm of your left hand up to him.
“You called me here to look at … frogs?” You held up your right hand to The Master, as well, which contained a large slug eating a strawberry.
“And slugs! Lookie! They are so cute!” The Master sighed, unable to stay cross at you when you looked so happy. He smiled and moved to sit beside you on the blanket, careful not to squash anything.
“So ... what are these tiny creatures, again, and why do you like them so much?”
“This is a slug.” You placed a slug in the rebel Timelord’s hand, along with a grape for the tiny creature to eat.
“Why is it so slimy?” You ignored his question, assuming that he would not actually want to know all of the intricacies of the mucus slugs excrete. And because he might hurt the poor creature in disgust.
“And this is a frog. Be careful! You have to be gentle so as not to hurt them!” The Master looked at them curiously, almost scientifically. He had heard about them each briefly in textbooks about Earth and its various biomes, ecosystems, and organisms, but he never had the opportunity to interact with them. He looked back at you with less judgmental eyes and questioned you again.
“You never answered why you like them.” You paused briefly before answering, wanting to be fully genuine because you knew that’s the kind of response The Master wanted to receive.
“I don’t know. They are just cute. I would always go frog hunting when I was younger, and I would always save the slugs that the mean kids would try to pour salt on when I was at school. They are just sweet creatures. And I like them. They deserve respect just like everyone else.” The Master shook his head slowly; he had a bittersweet smile written on his face. You questioned why he was acting this way.
“You’re too good for me, Y/n.”
“I don’t think I’m too good for you, Master.”
“On your day off you decided to feed frogs and snails freshly cut strawberries and grapes. Then you gleefully called me to show me said fruit eating creatures. That’s the most disgustingly sweet thing I have ever heard. It’s as if you walked out of a 2000s indie movie.”
“And because of me and my disgustingly sweet attitude you can now make the reference!” You poked his side jokingly.
“Ugh! You’re ruining me, Human!” The Master rolled his eyes playfully and bumped your shoulder with his. He made the excuse with himself that he just wanted to joke around with you, but he really just wanted to be closer to you physically.
“Come on! You love having me around and you know it!” You bumped his shoulder, just as he did to you, but you didn’t move after, keeping your shoulders touching one another. The Master stared at you sternly, but his eyes remained warm. He was upset that you noticed his soft spot for you, fearful of what that meant for the two of you, but he couldn't deny your sweet, smiling face. You didn’t seem worried about the future, so he assumed that the serious conversation the two of you needed to have could wait for another day.
“You’re right. I do like having you around, my little Human.” The Master took his free hand and poked your grinning cheek before wrapping his arm around you to pull up into his side. You kissed his cheek then nuzzled into the crook of his neck before the two of you continued to feed the tiny creatures. You spent the rest of the morning talking and relaxing with each other in the woods by your home before eventually returning to his TARDIS.
You had come back to Earth to recharge, but nothing that Earth could offer would ever compare to the quiet moments you had with The Master. You were happy to have two of your favourite things collide in such a peaceful way and hopefully it will happen more often in the future.
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Okay, sorry for being gone a bit. I had a few bad weeks, but I hope to mostly be on top of everything in the future.
"but steven moffat does misogyny!!" yeah absolutely. no arguments from me! but are you also mad about how rtd wrote Black people in deeply racist ways, joked about sexual harassment for years, got Christopher eccleston blacklisted, wrote the Doctor as being in love with a teenager, and also can't do a finale that isn't fucking tin cans or the Doctor's ex-boyfriend?? are you also mad that rtd is showrunning Doctor Who's first season with a Black Doctor and hasn't hired a single Black writer? Or are you someone who thinks the queerness in his work fucking cancels out that shit? Are you just someone who only cares about Doctor Who being problematic when it's a writer you already hate?
2017 / 2021
New Attire
Dhawan!Doctor x Reader
Summary - The Doctor wants to show The Reader something he found, but you are too distracted by his new item of clothing.
Warnings - None that I know of (let me know if I missed something)
Word Count - 961
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just another little thought that I had. I hope that you enjoy it.
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The Doctor sent you a message in the middle of the night for you to wake up to. You had to persuade him into this new change. Usually, The Doctor would barge into your room in the middle of the night and drag you out of bed in order to show you the thing that excited him. But you were growing so tired in the middle of adventures that you had to change from the previous routine for your safety.
The Doctor’s message was a rambling maze of information about a new discovery in space and how much The Doctor missed you. It was sweet reading The Doctor’s love and care for you, even though you had only been asleep and away from him for about eight hours. Waking up to his little (or sometimes quite extensive) messages were always a joy to wake up to.
You got dressed and ready and headed toward the main library where The Doctor asked to meet you. Though, you briefly stopped by The TARDIS’s main kitchen and made a heavily caffeinated drink and some breakfast.
When you entered the library, you saw The Doctor roaming around a couple of tables that were completely covered with research papers, astronomical charts, and stacks of books. He was clearly ecstatic. Before he even saw you, The Doctor was jumping up and down and smiling widely whenever the weight of this new astronomical discovery would ping around his brain again.
You loved seeing him like this. Just The Doctor being himself. Completely in his element and no longer stressed by random enemies or The Master trying to destroy him again. Though one thing about the image before you had caught you off guard.
The Doctor was wearing a burgundy sleeveless sweater over his lilac button-down shirt. It looked cute on him, but you had never seen him in a sweater ever, let alone a sleeveless pullover. It seemed like something he would wear, but also this extra garment somehow made him look so much less Human, which you thought would have been a big feat.
“Y/n! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you for ages!” The Doctor was practically shouting with excitement. He bounded to you and gently placed his palm against the small of your back as he lead you to the table that he had set up with all of his research throughout the night. The Doctor, instead of actively talking about his discovery, was ranting about how he wished that you had been awake when he first came across the phenomenon. One thing you never expected about The Doctor is that he would be so romantic. It was a very Doctor-esc brand of romanticism, but he was incredibly romantic nevertheless. He was always wishing to experience new things and firsts with you. It was adorable. And you wished that you could focus on his affection, but, in your just-woken-up brain, you could help but focus on the outfit he wore today.
“What are you wearing?” You jokingly questioned as you sat on a nearby sofa after the previous conversation came to an end.
“A sleeveless sweater. Why?” The Doctor looked down at his outfit and ran a self-conscious hand down his chest.
“Since when did you wear pullovers? Especially sleeveless ones.”
“I wear them all the time actually. You just haven’t seen when I get cold.”
“You get cold!” You exclaimed, dramatically and sarcastically. The Doctor in this regeneration was constantly chilly. He was always asking his TARDIS to light a fire in fireplaces, always curled up in blankets, always hugging you and cuddling you for your warmth. Surprisingly though, he had never added a new layer of clothing to his outfit of choice, until today.
“Do you not like it?” The Doctor asked tentatively. Oh no! He was getting sad and insecure because of your questioning. That’s not what your intent was in asking about his sweater.
“I like it, I just wasn’t expecting you to wear something like that.” You tried to reassure him and explain, but The Doctor had already made up his mind about your opinion.
“You hate it.” The Doctor concluded in his anxiously rambling mind and slouched in sadness.
“Doctor.”
“I knew that you would hate it. I was stupid to think that you would like it.”
“Doctor.”
“Why did I even pull this stupid thing out of my wardrobe? I’m so stupid sometimes!”
“Doctor. Come here!” You reached your hands out to The Doctor and made a child-like grabbing motion with them. The Doctor slumped over to where you were now sitting and delicately, hesitantly, grasped your hands with his. The Doctor wouldn’t look you in the eye, but he made sure to tap the toes of his shoes against yours (a little act of intimacy he would always perform, no matter where he was or how upset he was).
“You look cute.
“Are you sure that I don’t look stupid or dorky?” The Doctor swung your clasped hands back and forth anxiously.
“Dorky yes, but never stupid.” The Doctor groaned and tried to walk away but you pulled him back to stand in front of you.
“No, you look cute, Doctor!”
“Promise?” The Doctor finally ventured a peek up at your face, but it was brief and timid.
“I promise!” You placed many kisses on The Doctor’s knuckles causing the old Time Lord to look away flustered. Despite being in a relationship for a while now, you never failed to fluster The Doctor. Even though he didn’t always know how to respond, The Doctor was always grateful for your reassurance.
“Do you want to see what I found?” The Doctor asked in a hopeful tone, finally looking back at you with restored confidence.
“Absolutely, Doctor!”
31 Fics Of Fright
Day 12- Forever
Dhawan!Master X Reader
Prompt: Fangs
Notes: All throughout I couldn’t help but think of the quote from Dracula- “Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?” As I thought it was quite fitting. It also fits the Master so well!
Warnings: Slight hypnosis, suggestive themes
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First Proper Date
Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Summary - The Doctor takes The Reader on your first proper date since beginning to date, and this time nothing is going to interrupt the two of you.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - some suggestive stuff, so 18 + please, references to canon typical violence, some references to 13’s Era trauma but could take place at any point in time in the plot, me making up random planets
Word Count - 810
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon. I hope that you enjoy it! Also, I’ll link The Master version of this ask here, in case you would like to read that one as well.
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It took so long for you and The Doctor to begin dating. You loved the back-and-forth flirting and then immediate bashfulness that occurred between the two of you, but the constant embarrassment and miscommunication getting between you and Gallifreyan were infuriating. Not to mention all of The Doctor’s enemies and past making your relationship strained or unable to move forward. Finally, however, everything suddenly seemed calm, and you and The Doctor could just be yourselves without the threat of your relationship being stolen away.
The Doctor wanted everything to be a surprise. She wanted your first real date night with each other since becoming a couple to be sweet and romantic; she wanted to fully express how much she loved and cared for you. The Doctor planned to take you to the planet Amares, the first place you had travelled to with The Doctor. She would rent out a beautiful hotel suite and cook you a delicious picnic dinner for the two of you to eat on the balcony of the room, overlooking the scenic planet. Then later, the two of you could explore the planet, go sightseeing, relax, or do anything the two of you wished,
However, The Doctor wasn’t the best cook. She was trying to practice the meal she would cook for you, but it ended up in smoke. You had run out of your room assuming that something had gone wrong with the console only to find The Doctor trying desperately to put out a fire on the kitchen stove. After helping your goofy, well-meaning partner clean up the disaster she made, you pried the reason for all of this commotion out of The Doctor.
And despite how much The Doctor wished to do everything for you on the date, you eventually convinced The Doctor to allow you to cook for the event.
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The day of your date finally arrived. The food was properly, and safely, cooked. Both you and The Doctor were dressed in fancy clothes. And you had packed up all the necessities for the small trip. Since both of you were quite hungry, you set up the picnic and ate the delicious meal as soon as you arrived in the room.
After being fully fed, The Doctor pulled you up from where you were sitting. You assumed that she wanted to look at the scenery of the beautiful planet, but she ended up placing her other hand on the small of your back and began swaying with you back and forth.
“I’m not exactly the best dancer, Doctor.” You warned.
“Neither am I.” The Doctor responded in a carefree manner.
“Really?”
“Really. I have had so long to learn but never have. Maybe we could learn together?”
“I would love that, Doctor!”
In your excitement you stumbled, accidentally hitting one of The Doctor’s feet and losing your balance. The Doctor quickly grabbed you around your waist to stabilise you, but she didn’t plan far enough ahead to counteract your weight. She fell backwards onto her back, bringing you with her. Luckily, the two of you landed on some blankets and pillows.
“Sorry.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s shoulder.
“No! This is brilliant!” The Doctor was smiling so wide, her nose was scrunched, and she was giggling harder than you had ever seen her giggle before.
“How is this brilliant? I fell on top of you, Doctor!”
“Exactly, on top of me.” You felt your face heat up upon realizing the implication. You wanted to move forward with The Doctor in that way, but neither of you had discussed adding a sexual dynamic to your relationship before today.
“I can move if you want.”
“I don’t want you to move, Y/n. I love seeing you like this.” The Doctor smiled happily and brushed her hand against your face. She loved having you so close, but then she remembered to make sure you were okay with all of this, too.
“But if you want to move you can. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by moving too quickly!” She quickly became frantic. The last thing she wanted was to cause you to become uncomfortable because of her absentmindedness.
“How about we move to a more comfortable place, Doctor? Like the couch or the bed or we could even go back to The TARDIS.”
“We should definitely move to the bed. As long as you -” You cut The Doctor off with a kiss.
“I am very comfortable, Doctor. I want to move forward with you.”
You smiled down at your perfect partner and she smiled back at you. The Doctor then flipped you over. She then picked you up from the floor and carried you to the bed where the two of you spent the majority of the day learning the best ways to express your love for each other in a new way.
I have fic ideas thanks to The Power of The Doctor.
But an am fragile right now
But if you have ideas or just want to talk about the episode, feel free to reach out!
Soaked Through To The Bone
Whittaker!Doctor x Reader
Summary - The Doctor becomes flustered after seeing the though The Reader’s soaked shirt.
Based On This Request -
Warnings - The Reader not knowing that their shirt is see through, suggestive themes, so 18 plus please
Word Count - 1082
A/n - Female Reader. Requested by this lovely anon from my old Tumblr account. I hope you enjoy!
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You rushed to open the door to your flat and finally get out of the rain. The Doctor offered you a cheerful hello and you tried to give her the same energy back but weren’t able. You were too cold and wet from being drenched by the evening English rain to respond cheerfully.
The Doctor had asked to stay with you for a couple of days at your apartment. You allowed her to but questioned why she would want to do that. The Doctor explained that she needed to do some maintenance on The TARDIS, and she needed a stable environment to do so. Apparently, the last time she tried to clean some of her TARDIS’s core coils while floating through space, she almost crashed into the moon of a neighbouring planet, and she wasn’t keen on repeating that experience.
“Ugh! Why do I always forget my umbrella on rainy days?” You shifted your soaking coat off of your body and hung the object upon the hall coat rack, a rung away from The Doctor’s silvery-light blue coat.
“Coincidences! The universe was just having a bit of fun …” The Doctor’s sentence trailed off into silence once she got a good look at you.
“Well, I’m not having fun!” You huffed while trying to untie your wet and grimy shoes.
The Doctor saw the colour of your bra through your now sheer, wet blouse. It was a light blue with dark blue lace accentuating it. It was probably unnoticeable when your blouse was dry, but now the light blue of the bra was staring The Doctor down. The Doctor had to turn around with a groan and a quiet “Oh, brilliant” when she saw the tiny dark blue bow in the middle of the bra, right between your breasts. She couldn’t help but imagine that you were wearing a matching pair of panties with a little dark blue bow in the centre. Like a little bow on top of a present that she desperately wanted to unwrap.
“Are you alright, Doc?” You questioned The Doctor’s distant attitude as you drudged toward your bedroom in order to change out of your wet clothes.
“What?! Yes. No? What are we talking about?” The Doctor’s eyes were wide and looking around everywhere and her hands were flailing around more than usual.
“I was just asking if you were okay, Doctor. You seem a bit … distracted.”
“Everything’s fine! I swear. Absolutely brilliant!” The Doctor then began shifting from foot to foot while hiding her mouth with her fist shaped hand.
“Well, I’m going to go change into some dry clothes, okay? Then we can order in and watch a movie or something.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” The Doctor held up a thumbs up, ran out of the conversation. You watched as she jumped over the back of your couch and landed on the seat before being to scroll through your television for movies.
When you got to your room and finally saw yourself in the mirror you groaned in embarrassment when you saw that your chest and bra were completely visible through your shirt. No wonder The Doctor was acting weird! You paced around your room for a moment, cursing yourself, before finally drying off and changing. However, even though you changed clothes, your mind wouldn’t stop racing. You slowly walked out of your room, scared of how The Doctor would be acting.
“I already ordered your favourite! That one thing from that one place that you introduced me to my first day I stayed over. And I picked some movies.” The Doctor mainly looked at the floor, only occasionally looking up to you but she would quickly look back down. You could tell that her eyes never ventured up to your face, they would always stop around your chest. Her face was also permanently tined red with a deep blush. Under different circumstances, you would have loved knowing that The Doctor couldn’t stop staring at your chest. However, right now, you were just worried that you made her incredibly uncomfortable.
You and The Doctor ate in worrying silence, apart from the movie that you were barely paying attention to. It was a children’s movie, though. That you gathered. And thankfully, it did lighten the mood and clear your head a bit regarding the soaked through shirt incident. After the movie ended, you prepared to ask The Doctor about what had happened earlier.
“Doctor, can I talk to you about something?”
“Yes, you can always come to me for anything.” The Doctor seemed to be in good spirits under all the franticness, so that was a good sign.
“Did you see my bra through my shirt earlier?” The Doctor took a deep breath and turned away for a moment. When she turned back, she was staring a hole in the floor of your flat.
“Yes, I happened to see it.” The Doctor responded with trepidation, causing you to groan again in embarrassment. The Doctor wanted to reassure you, but you beat The Doctor in speaking.
“Doctor, I am so sorry! I never want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Y/n, why are you apologising? I am the one that should be apologising to you.” You shook your head and tried to argue against The Doctor, but she wanted to set the record straight.
“You never made me uncomfortable. I should apologise to you because I couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful you looked. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You sighed in relief and collapsed into The Doctor’s body. You were so relieved that you hadn’t made her uncomfortable, that was the last thing that you wished to ever do. Because of your stress, it took you a moment to realise what The Doctor had just confessed. You popped back up from The Doctor’s arms to look The Doctor in the eye.
“So, you think I look beautiful, Doctor?” You smirked with sudden confidence.
“I - Well, of course, I do. Of course, I think that you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person in the world, Y/n.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“I’ll forgive you for ogling my chest, then.” You kissed The Doctor’s cheek then jumped up from your couch in order to get a drink of water from your kitchen. With the eyeful The Doctor received earlier in the evening, she could handle some teasing now. Maybe a bit of teasing would cause something more adult to occur tonight.
♪ Smash and gouge and stab and poke And choke you out, that’s a pirate’s life Pirate’s life, short but nice Ful-lil-lad-dee-lil-idi-o ♪
So … uh … I love this! Don’t think I can live without it😍
Does Your Mother Know? {Dhawan!Master x DoctorsDaughter!Reader}
Summary: You and the Master have always had a complex relationship. If you could even call it that… Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest after all…
A/N: Reader is of age. In Timelord sense… But I listened to ‘Does Your Mother Know’ by ABBA and just HAD to write this I- ajakjsiaja
Warnings: None, a little smooching
You're so hot, teasing me
So, you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a chick like you
That's something I couldn't do
“I should’ve known it was you.”
You said, raising a brow, turning on your heel to see the familiar face of The Master, grinning wildly at you as he stalked towards you. His eyes scanning you as you couldn’t help but feel like he was a bird of prey and you were his next victim.
“What gave it away?” The man asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he stood a few feet before you, hand on his hip.
“The shoddy wiring-“ You quipped as he simply smirked. You held the device in your hand he had planted, standing in the middle of an abandoned ballroom, where a mere few minutes ago you were telling the humans to run for their lives. “The boldness of it, the theatricality…” You continued, as you threw the now deactivated device down to the floor with a bang.
“You noticed.” He almost purred as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I had to get your attention somehow.”
“Most people simply use a phone…” You smirked as he let out a breathy laugh.
“Except I’m not most people, am I dear?” He took another step towards you. “Besides… Couldn’t have mummy dearest intercepting.” He pursed his lips as you bit your own. “Where is she by the way? Off with her little human pets?”
“You dragged me all the way to 1890 to ask about my mother?” You raised a brow, folding your arms as he clicked his tongue.
“You know why I dragged you here.” You hadn’t noticed how close he was to you, as he peered down at you, eyes dark and broody.
There's that look in your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild
Ah, but girl, you're only a child
You simply rolled your eyes, as you rounded him, lightly bumping into his arm as you did so, causing him to shake his head slightly before reaching a hand out, turning with you as he gripped your arm to stop you from leaving.
“Leaving so soon?” He asked, tone low as you stared up at him. “How disappointing…”
“I’ve got things to do.” You simply told him, but didn’t fight his grip. You could feel your hearts beating in your chest as you stared at him.
“More important than little old me?” He smirked, a little flirtatious in tone. “I’m hurt.” He teased, furrowing his brows.
“Believe it or not, Master-“ You began, as he felt a rush go through him at the use of his name. “My world doesn’t revolve around you…” You breathed out as he laughed, shaking his head.
“Your heart beats suggest otherwise.” He said lowly, as you realised he’d moved his hand from your arm and to your wrist, as you peered down, quickly removing your arm from his grip. “Fine.” He sighed, taking a step back, allowing you to go. You gave him once last look before going to take your leave. After a few seconds, you stopped in your tracks as ballroom style music began to flood your ears. You let out a breath as you turned, seeing the Master stood in the middle of the floor, a record player turning in the corner. “Or… You could have a little fun.” He voiced, holding out a hand to you as you licked your lips. “Go on… Live a little.”
Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?
Sighing to yourself, you gave in, slowly approaching the man as he watched intently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“One dance.” You told him sternly as he nodded, watching as you took his hand. His grip was soft and gentle, quite the opposite of him. But it always was when it came to you. His other hand came round to rest on your waist, as your own free hand planted itself on his shoulder. Eventually, you both began to move slightly to the music, as you fought the urge to stare at him, focusing your gaze elsewhere, looking round the room.
“What would your mother say?” The Master finally spoke, his words low. “You… Dancing with the enemy.” He purred out as you narrowed your eyes, finally catching his gaze.
“What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” You said softly, as he raised a brow in surprise at your words, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“Ooo-“ He let out. “Keeping secrets now are we? How Doctor of you…” You rolled your eyes slightly at his words. “Keeping me your sordid little secret…” He almost whispered as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“There’s nothing to tell.” You simply replied as he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your waist, but you felt it. And he knew it.
“Really?” He breathed out.
“Yes.” You felt your voice waver slightly as he hummed, leaning his head back a little.
Take it easy (take it easy)
Better slow down, girl
That's no way to go
Does your mother know?
“Is that you trying to convince me or yourself?” The Master landed on, as you both stared at each other, the music fading out as you focused on him. You didn’t say a word. “Even after everything I’ve done… You still can’t bring yourself to hate me, dear.” It was true. You hated that he had this hold over you. But you couldn’t stop it. It felt like there was this pull, between you and him, no matter what he did or said. It was electric. “And I think we both know why…” You could feel his breath on your face as you peered up through your lashes at him.
“You’re just doing this… Because of The Doctor.” You told him quietly, as he let out a soft scoff.
“Still so suspicious.” He whispered. “Very wise of you.” You could feel yourself subconsciously getting closer to him, feeling his chest against your own as you moved your hand on his shoulder, closer to his neck. “What if I told you, you’re just a pawn in my game?” He asked as you bit your lip. “A way to get to The Doctor… To bring her down…” His grip tightened once again on your waist as he held you even closer, which you didn’t think was possible. “Would you let me?”
“No.” You breathed out, eyes blinking.
“Do you think you have a choice?” There was no emotion behind his voice, it was a simple question.
I can see what you want
But you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun
So maybe I'm not the one
Before you could say anything, his lips had crashed into your own. You absentmindedly moved your hand to the nape of his neck as you held him closer. It felt right, it felt exciting, it felt… Real. After what felt like only a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he let his forehead lean against your own.
“Now there’s definitely something to keep secret…”
Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?
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