#relatable

Had a very fun time during the Ghost live stream earlier today!

Thankfully it didn’t crash like the Spotify Live event!

If anyone wants to watch the stream, it’s still on YouTube.

I highly recommend it if you like either Ghost or Mastodon.

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Shower Detox

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Eddie and the Reader comfort each other after their time in The Upside Down

Warnings - nonsexual nakedness, mentions of the events of season 4

Word Count - 1149

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just some hurt/comfort and fluff. This can take place after the events of episode 7 or episode 9. I’m just hoping that Eddie doesn’t die in season 4 part 2

I can’t stop thinking about Eddie! I have some ideas that I hope to post, but if you have any ideas or requests just reach out! I hope you enjoy this!

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The remains of the soap slipped down your back. You had been in the shower for a while now, trying desperately to scrub off any evidence of The Upside Down from your body. You probably rubbed parts of your skin raw, but you didn’t want to remember that place. You knew that in the back of your head that doing this wouldn’t get rid of your memories from there, but you could try.

You stayed in the shower for a bit longer, allowing the warm water to crash onto your head and run down your face. It was almost meditative. Something about feeling the water drops run down your body finally allowed you to feel a feeling close to relaxation. But no matter how much you tried to reach a peaceful mindset, an image of The Upside Down would always flash across your mind. 

You hung your head lower and closed your eyes, fully letting the water crash down upon your head. You hoped that the water might take away the countless images that remained in your brain, no matter how foolish that hope probably was. Suddenly you felt two arms curl around your waist and another rush of fear and paranoia ran through your body.

“It’s alright. It’s just me.” Eddie whispered into your neck while keeping his arms firmly around your middle in an attempt to keep you steady on your feet. Of course, he also just needed to hold you.

“Eddie? What are you doing?”

“I missed you. It was too lonely in your room without you there with me.” 

“You’re still wearing your clothes.”

“It’s fine. They need a wash. They reek of … that place.” You winced upon recalling The Upside Down, once again. You were pretty sure Eddie noticed, too. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as he kissed the space between your shoulder blades.

“Want to stay here with me?” You turned slightly in order to catch a glimpse of the metalhead, who was currently nuzzling into your shoulder. He needed you and you needed him right now.

“Yes, please.” You turned in Eddie’s arms and smiled at him bittersweetly. Eddie returned the same bittersweet smile. You pulled on the bottom hem of his shirt to silently ask if you could help him remove his clothes. Eddie nodded to your request, a tiny smirk sneaking past the sadness heavily written on his face. You removed Eddie’s leather jacket, then peeled his semi wet hellfire club shirt over his head. You bent down to untie Eddie’s shoes and removed them from his feet, along with his socks. Finally, you removed Eddie’s pants and underwear, holding his hand while helping him step out of the clothing. Both of you threw all of Eddie’s Upside Down covered clothes to one side of the tub before you and Eddie shuffled to huddle together under the showerhead.

You brushed away some of Eddie’s now wet hair from his face. You could see in his eyes that he was finally breaking down. First Chrissy died before his eyes. Then he had to run from everyone and to endure being blamed for everything happening with the deaths in the town. Then all of you got trapped in The Upside Down. Eddie didn’t have any time to process these events before, but now he did. 

Eddie’s eyes welled up with tears and his face contorted in pain and fear and sadness before he finally collapsed onto you. You immediately wrapped your arms tightly around him. You tried your best to comfort the person you cared about the most, but you were hurting too. You broke down crying into Eddie’s shoulder and his arms tighten their grip around your torso. 

Neither of you knew how long the two of you stayed holding each other while crying out your frustration and fear, but it was long enough for the water to grow ice cold. The two of you finally parted, but Eddie still needed to shower. You were going to leave the bathtub, but Eddie stopped you before you could.

“Can you stay in the bathroom, at least?” You nodded in silent agreement.

You tiptoed out of the shower and wrapped up in a couple of towels before sitting on the toilet seat. You looked up at Eddie, who left shower curtain open, completely not caring about all of the water that splashed onto the floor. He showered quickly because of the temperature of the water, but covered himself in shampoo and soap, like you had. It was clear that he was trying to scrub away the debris and the memories of The Upside Down.

Eddie shut off the shower and stepped out to the tub, not caring enough to remove his Upside Down covered clothes at this moment. Eddie also didn’t care about a towel as he just walked out of the shower and grabbed your hand to pull you back to your room. Thankfully, your parents were out of town, otherwise they would have protested the two of you walking around naked together, let alone allowing a suspected murderer into your house.

You were pretty dry already, but Eddie insisted on the two of you drying each other. Eddie took one of the towels you had wrapped around yourself and wrapped it around his shoulders. You took another towel and plopped it on his head, causing him to giggle. Eddie grabbed the ends of the towel around your body and insisted that you do the same to his towel. Eddie began to pull the towel back and forth rapidly, like in a cartoon or a movie. You assumed that Eddie was trying to distract you from everything that happened and it was working. You did the same to Eddie, causing him to laugh, too. It was good to hear his laugh again.

When the two of you dried off, Eddie gave you one of his old Corroded Coffin shirts to wear that he had brought with him to your house. Eddie got dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, but chose to stay shirtless.

You and Eddie crawled into your bed and quickly curled up under your blankets. It was warming up now by this time of year in Indiana, but it could still be quite chilly at night. Eddie pulled you tightly against his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck, he loved smelling the mix of your scent and his. It always managed to calm him down. 

You could feel the dampness of Eddie’s hair, but you didn’t care enough about the fact that he was also getting your bed wet to do anything to remove yourself from Eddie’s arms. You just wanted to hold him, and he just wanted to hold you. Eventually, the two of you fell asleep holding onto each other tightly and braving the memories of The Upside Down together.

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

Exception

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is insecure about their relationship with Missy.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - just fluffiness, a bit of insecurity

Word Count - 1374

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. Just wanted to reupload it on this one. I hope you enjoy this!

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You would sneak into the Vault quite often. It was a thrill to go against The Doctor’s orders. You usually didn’t rebel against his orders out of fear of being accidentally hurt by some vengeful alien on the warpath. But venturing down into the Vault didn’t seem to be that risky, despite what the Vault’s inhabitant proclaimed on multiple occasions. 

“Do you think he knows about this?” You asked aloud, wandering around the Vault and gathering what you needed for afternoon tea. Thinking about it, you wouldn’t be surprised if The Doctor did know, he did seem quite perceptive, unlike Nardole, who claimed to be perceptive but was really the opposite.

“Would it matter if he did, dearie?” Missy spoke accusingly, with a hint of sadness that she tried hard to mask. She sat at the piano, trying to distract her quickening heartbeats with some soothing piano while you laid out a tea set with some snacks on a nearby table. 

Your relationship with Missy was quite new and both of you had your own insecurities about it. You being Human put a strain on both of you and adding the fact that you were a friend and companion of The Doctor did not lessen any of those fears of fragility. Missy had tried to convince you to leave him. You would always counteract her suggestion with your fear that The Doctor might not allow you to see Missy ever again if you did what she asked.

“Not really, if he does know, he clearly does not mind me being down here, I just fear that he might blab to Nardole or Bill. Who, if you might have noticed, are not that fond of you. However, if he doesn’t know, it would be hilarious to see his face when he finds out!” You turned around after finishing setting up the tea set and snacks and leaned against the table.

“Would you mind if he knew, Missy?” Your tone was quiet, but pointed, causing Missy’s fingers to stop and her head to turn to you abruptly, mouth slightly agape. She knew what you were referring to, even though you never explicitly said it, you often felt inadequate compared to her and The Doctor, being just a mere Human, and becoming aware of her’s and The Doctor’s lifelong friendship did not ease your feelings of inadequacy.

“Dearie,” she stood and walked over to you, placing her hands on each side of your face, “of course I would not mind, quite the opposite, really.” She smirked devilishly, trying to fluster you, she loved seeing you embarrassed and flustered because of her words and actions. 

“How about we eat the delicious food you brought for us today, and then, later, I will prove to you how much I care about you. Does that sound okay?” You nodded and let Missy peck your lips quickly before she pulled out a chair for you to sit. 

You chatted over tea, trivial things, eager to not openly voice your discomforts about being so young and naive compared to two practically immortal beings. Though, Missy seemed very eager to discuss it, hinting at it every chance she got, hoping to wear you down until you broke and confessed what was on your mind.

The conversation did end up wandering onto The Doctor as you finished your tea and snacks. Missy had been more open about her childhood than you expected, or, at least compared to how little The Doctor talked about his past. Missy led you to a small sofa, gripping your hands tightly as she spun you around the room until you both reached your destination. She was vibrant and animated when talking about how, while at The Academy, she single-handedly vanquished a rogue brigade of Daleks and noted that The Doctor would tell a different story. One where he was more involved in the triumph instead of quivering in the corner like a cold puppy in the rain. 

Upon reaching the sofa, Missy laid you down onto it, and she quickly followed suit before you could get up and complain. She wrapped an arm around your torso to keep you from falling off the edge.

“Missy, this sofa is too small for us to lay like this.” You giggled at her antics.

“Oh fine! I guess we will just have to adjust!” Before you could comment, she hooked her other arm underneath you and hoisted you up until you were laying on her chest. 

“Better?” Missy questioned, smirking again upon seeing your flustered expression.

“Well, I guess it is better than the former position we were in.” You conceded, awkwardly moving and craning your neck. You were completely unaware of where to lay your head. Missy noticed you growing even more flustered and embarrassed at the situation, her smirk growing ever so slightly. She drew her hand up and gently pushed your head down toward her chest, giving her permission for you to lay your head there. Your flustered state only intensified, but you tried to focus on her heartbeats to lull you into calmness.

After a long silence filled with only the two of your breathing and Missy’s heartbeats, Missy spoke, “Y/n, I think we should talk about what has been bothering you.” Your breath hitched, you really didn’t want to talk about this, you were afraid that if the two of you discussed this then your relationship would end faster than you wished. You eventually asked why it was necessary.

Missy began combing her fingers through your hair, scraping her nails against your scalp in a circular motion

 “The sooner we talk about this the sooner we can get through it together.”

“You will laugh. Or think that I am just being a stupid Human.” Missy immediately placed her hands on either side of your head to manoeuvre you until you were looking in her eyes.

“I might laugh as a coping mechanism to deal with shock, but I would never call you a stupid Human. You are the exception of the Human race.” Missy placed a reassuring kiss on your forehead before manoeuvring your head back to her chest. You took a deep breath before voicing your fears about your relationship with Missy; the age difference, the species difference, how you wanted to ask how important you were to Missy as she was to you, and how you didn’t want to be seen as an ignorant child because of how you little you knew compared to the Time Lady, how you didn’t know how your relationship with her could possibly compare to her relationship with The Doctor. 

Missy dealt with your fears, one by one, reassuring you of the hold you had on her hearts and how your only foolish mistake would be if you were to deny her love of you. If you were to deny that fact, Missy made it painfully clear that she would break out of the Vault, steal The Doctor’s TARDIS and destroy however many galaxies it took until you got the message. She made it clear that even though the two of you would have many things to work through, she wouldn't want to be with anyone else.

All of Missy’s declarations of love were accompanied by Missy massaging your head and your back. These soothing acts and the repetitive calming drumbeats of her hearts and her soft words of love soon lulled you into a sound sleep. So sound, in fact, that you did not wake when The Doctor entered the Vault. Stopping in his tracks, he closed the Vault door when he saw the sight of you enclosed in the arms of his oldest friend. Missy smirked and mouthed a silent “hush, they’re sleeping” to the shocked Time Lord. Then Missy placed another kiss on your forehead. She was already laughing in her head about getting to see your reaction, once you woke up, about finding out that The Doctor didn’t know about you and Missy until he saw you sleeping in the Time Lady’s chest. And laughing at your reaction to knowing that you didn't get to see his surprised face. Missy couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for the two of you.

I need to write some more gender neutral reader x Eddie Munson fanfics

Just for myself

I feel dysmorphic reading she/her pronouns

I need some sweet fics and some smutty fics with my boy and a gn reader

I am very much not ready for The Power of The Doctor. I was excited when we first got the pictures of The Master, but now I just feel sick. There are so many things that I don’t want to happen that I am assuming will happen. It’s making me really anxious. Consuming any Doctor Who content is making my stomach turn.

I will probably be fine after the special airs, but right now I am just stewing in possibilities.

☆ dw asks ☆

1. how would you die/leave if you were a companion?

2. what’s your favorite moment with your least-favorite doctor?

3. what’s your least-favorite moment with your favorite doctor?

4. who’s wardrobe would you steal?

5. if you had to take the form of one non-humanoid alien permanently, which one would you chose?

6. favorite motif or reoccurring theme in the show?

7. which doctor is not necessarily your favorite but is the doctor you’d most like to travel with or the doctor you think you’d get along the best with?

8. which villain actually scares you the most?

9. which villain can you not take seriously at all?

10. what’s one conversation you wish you could have or question you wish you could ask a doctor who character?

11. what’s a conflict or misunderstanding you wish you could clear up between two doctor who characters?

12. what’s a headcanon that you forget isn’t actually canon?

13. what’s a piece of canon that you completely disregard whenever you come across it?

14. what’s a song or piece of writing that you associate with a character/story arc/relationship on the show?

15. is there a plot line that has ended but that you wish had been expanded on?

16. is there a character you feel is generally misunderstood by the fandom?

17. do you read dw fanfic? if so, do you have any recommendations?

18. what other piece of media would you recommend to fans of doctor who?

19. nuwho gets a designated one f-bomb per season. who gets to use it and when?

20. what’s one hope you have for upcoming doctor who content?

Happy New Year Everyone!

I hope that 2023 treats us all well!