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I’m going to post my Christmas fics soon, but the new Doctor Who trailer has me feeling some Tennant vibes!

So if anyone has any Tennant!Doctor (or even Tennant!Master) requests or ideas, feel free to talk to me about them!

Would love to hear you thoughts!

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Keep It On

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader keeps getting distracted by The Doctor dressed in her new outfit accessory and needs The Doctor’s attention as soon as they get back to The TARDIS.

Based On This Request - Anonymous said - “Reader Fem is so hot doctor 13 with a suit and waistcoat, that when you are in bed you ask her not to take it off with them. (no need to be smut, if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable)

Warnings - making out and foreplay leading to smut but no actual smut, sexual discussions. So Minors DNI!!!

Word Count - 1982

A/n - I was thinking about The Doctor’s waistcoat from “The Haunting of Villa Diodati”, but because that episode is so plot-driven I didn’t want this story to revolve around that episode. So, let’s just imagine that The Doctor wore something like that at a different time. I also think that I made this more of a Gender Neutral Reader rather than a Female Reader, I hope that that’s okay. Established Relationship. The other companions can be whomever you wish them to be. Requested by a lovely anon(thank you for the request)! I don’t know how good this is, but I had a lot of fun writing it even though it took me forever to edit. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been distracting you all day and the worst part of it all was the fact that she wasn’t even doing it on purpose. If she had woken up and decided to tease you throughout an adventure, then you would arguably have the right to be frustrated and upset with her. But The Doctor didn’t do that. She just got dressed and went about her day. Yet she didn’t even realise the lascivious effect that she had on you. 

The Doctor chose to spice up her usual outfit with a floral vest today. She did so innocently. Annoyingly innocently. She was taking you and the rest of her companions to a planet that had stricter, more Victorian-like guidelines when it came to fashion. You and your friends were all dressed fancier than your normal attire, but The Doctor, in her floral vest and button-down romantic blouse, continued to catch your eye. If you were being completely honest with yourself, The Doctor always caught your eye, but there was just something about her in that waistcoat that caused your brain to melt.

The time you and your friends had on the planet was incredibly fun. You had gone to a carnival filled with many alien rides, games, and foods, all the while you were longing after The Doctor without her notice. Eventually, though, the day had to end. Before returning to The TARDIS, however, The Doctor joyfully purchased alien ice cream for all of you to try as a small nightcap. Then The Doctor piloted her beloved ship to overlook a beautiful nebula as you and your friends said your goodnights for the evening.

“You should be getting some sleep, too. We all had a long day.” The Doctor said to you as she double-checked the protections she placed on her TARDIS.

“But I want to spend some alone time with you.” You walked up beside the alien and wrapped your arm around her vest-covered waist before leaning your head against her shoulder. The Doctor warmly nuzzled her head against yours before wrapping her own arm around your shoulders.

“Office time, fun time, or bedroom time?” The Doctor questioned, eager for your answer. This was a question asked between the two of you often in order to clarify certain situations rather than assuming what each other wanted. “Office time” referred to anything non-sexual and TARDIS-based: i.e. hanging out with The Doctor while she’s working on her ship, or in her study. “Fun time” stood for anything non-sexual that didn’t inherently involve The TARDIS: like watching movies, going on an extra adventure, or cuddling together. Finally, “Bedroom time” was code for more romantic and sexual activities: formal dates, making out, and obviously anything sexual.

“Bedroom time, if you are okay with that?” You turned your head to look at The Doctor for her answer and immediately you were captured by her star-filled hazel eyes. A wide smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Of course I am okay with that, my little star.” The Doctor pecked a kiss on your nose before grabbing your hand and running down the TARDIS hallway toward your bedroom. You erupted into a fit of giggles, trailing after your ecstatic alien, very thankful that The TARDIS walls were soundproof.

Upon reaching your bedroom, The Doctor opened the door to your room with enough energy and excitement to rival that of yours upon first seeing her in her waistcoat earlier. She then flung you through the doorway, causing you to again laugh at The Doctor’s antics. Then she closed the door behind the two of you, smiling like the adorable mad woman with a box that she was. 

You skipped forward until your torso was pressed up against The Doctor’s chest, a mirror of her smile written on your face. Before The Doctor could compliment your loveliness, you fully pressed her against the door of your room and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Immediately, you could feel The Doctor’s sweet smirk against your mouth, telling you that if you hadn’t kissed her she would have done it for you. Her hands ghosted over your body momentarily until she eagerly grasped your waist and pulled you as tightly against her body as she possibly could. 

Unfortunately, you had to break away from the kiss in order to catch your breath, but much to The Doctor’s enjoyment, she didn’t need to stop for breath and could continue to tease you while you recovered. Now The Doctor could kiss and nip and bite at the skin of your throat. You sighed and moaned at the feeling of her perfect lips against your skin and the pressure of her hands roaming over your body. The Doctor was the only thought in your mind..

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” You breathily asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” The Doctor hummed against your skin. You were going to retort back, but as soon as you were about to speak The Doctor bit down on your pulse point.

“Doctor!” I loud, moany version of The Doctor’s name erupted from your mouth as your body curled into The Doctor’s, now desperate for some sort of friction.

“Of course I love teasing you! When I do, you make noises like that.” The Doctor giggled into your neck.

The intoxicating nature of The Doctor was causing your brain to blur, all you could focus on was her and nothing else. Your beloved alien was making you too flustered when you wanted to keep some sort of control. So, you pulled her face back to yours to resume kissing. You pushed The Doctor further against your bedroom door, cradling her beautiful face in your hands. After a moment of welcomed shock, The Doctor moved one of her hands to caress your upper back and with her other hand, she began to grope your ass. Then, before you could do anything to stop her, The Doctor flipped the two of you over so your back was now pressed against the wall. This sudden change took you by surprise, causing you to gasp and allowing The Doctor to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth, which was a sensation that always made her weak. She was practically vibrating from the excitement of kissing you, holding you, and having your body pressed up against hers. In her flustered state, you flipped the two of you again. You tried to remain in control of the situation, to show The Doctor how passionately you cared for her, but you were quickly becoming more and more distracted by your alien lover. The Doctor grabbed you by the hips to ensure that you remained tightly against her body. Then she led you backwards until the back of your legs met the edge of your bed. The Doctor broke apart from the kiss this time. She kissed a path from your lips to your ear.

“Get on the bed.” She whispered passionately before kissing the shell of your ear.

A wide smile spread across your face, which The Doctor instantly mirrored. You then jumped on the bed with eagerness but stayed in the middle because your shoes were still on. The Doctor first kicked off her shoes with an adorable huff. She rarely ever fully untied her shoes at the best of times, but when something as urgent as being with you was occurring she never bothered to even untie her boots. She simply undid the laced bow and then kicked them off frantically. You giggled as you watched her now, but her attention soon fell back on you after her mini battle with her boots.

The Doctor placed her leg up on the bed and then gently grabbed your ankle. She placed your ankle on her knee and massaged the flesh there for a moment. Then she patiently untied your shoe with an almost sacred reverence for your belongings and before removed it softly. The Doctor pressed a delicate kiss to the inner skin of your ankle and then returned your leg to lounge on the softness of the bed. Immediately she showed the same treatment to your other ankle.

With your shoes now off, you scooted up the bed, Finally, The Doctor began to join you on the bed. Finally, you were experiencing what you had imagined since you first saw The Doctor in her waistcoat this morning. Finally, you could relish in having The Doctor’s full attention on you.

Your beloved alien kissed her way up your body, up your thighs, on your hips, all over your stomach and chest and neck. Occasionally, she would make minor detours in order to pay extra special attention to her favourite parts of your body. Eventually, she made her way up your body until she was fully hovering over you. The Doctor smiled at you like you were the most precious being in The Universe and then kissed your forehead with reverence.

“You are so cute.” The Doctor said softly, lovingly.

“And you are so handsome, Doctor.” You bumped your nose against hers.

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Especially in this outfit, Doc.” You caressed your hands up and down her waistcoat-covered sides, while subconsciously caressing her calf with your foot.

“So that’s what’s gotten you all worked up. I’ll need to dress like this more often, then.” The Doctor smirked down at you, her golden hair framing her face like a halo of starlight. She might be an alien, but in your eyes, she was an angel.

“You absolutely must!” You eagerly responded, causing The Doctor to laugh at your enthusiasm. She then moved to hold your face in both of her hands, her body weight fully on top of you, and kissing you passionately.

With yours and The Doctor’s lips finally reconnected, The Doctor moved her leg in between your legs and lightly put pressure on your crouch. Slowling, teasingly, she shifted forward, grinding her leg against your most sensitive region. You moaned into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of the fabric of The Doctor’s vest.

You and The Doctor continued to make out like this, building up the pressure and want between your bodies. Every once in a while, your beloved alien would expertly remove a piece of your clothing with nimble fingers until you were left beneath The Doctor in just your underwear while she remained completely clothed. Now she could touch you, grop you, caress you freely. Just as you wished, Your make out session stopped, however, when The Doctor moved to unbutton her waistcoat. Quickly, you grabbed her hands to stop her from doing so.

“Can you keep it on?” You asked, want heavy and evident in your voice.

“You want me to make you feel good like this?” The Doctor, despite her different anatomy, was breathing heavily from excitement. When she was like this, completely desperate for you, she didn’t need much convincing to try something new. However, she would be lying if she said that she never imagined ravishing your body while she was fully clothed and you were naked. Admittedly though, those imaginings were usually taking place in the console room of The TARDIS, but The Doctor’s excitement over this new opportunity never waned. She was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

“Yes, please, Doctor.” You begged breathlessly.

“Good.” The Doctor smirked before placing one sweet kiss on your lips. She would have wanted to tease you a bit more if she wasn’t so excited, probably something involving removing her underwear with her teeth. However, The Doctor was too eager to do that right now. She kissed you once more with a fervour while her hands ripped your underwear from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath her. Finally, The Doctor was going to grant your wish and make you feel good in her beautiful waistcoat.

Just a reminder, I will be closing my requests in a couple of days. So, if you have any requests that you would like me to write (or headcanons that you would like to share, etc) send them my way!

Hello I have a question would you do a Master x reader request which involves the reader and master going into heat. I just want to make sure before I send my request.

Have a great day

Hi! Thank you for the question.

I will write stuff like that. I definitely devoured cheetah!Master fics during 2020, so I’m comfortable with requests along those lines.

I haven’t written a fic like that before, but I will absolutely try my best!

I am excited to hear your request, anon!

I hope that you have a good day!

Breakfast Not In Bed

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just waking up in your new apartment with Eddie.

Warnings - allusions to sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 374

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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The bed was cold when you woke up, except for the section of the mattress being warmed by the sun. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sat up on your elbow. Eddie was nowhere to be seen. You expected him to be sleeping soundly beside you, both because of the “adventurous” night the two of you had last night and because it was your first morning in your new apartment together. 

Getting bored with being alone, you slowly sat up fully and stretched all of the kinks out of your body before exiting the bed. Your feet immediately froze upon hitting the floor of your bedroom. You then stretched one last time before walking out to find where Eddie could have gone. 

To your surprise, you found Eddie standing shirtless in his boxers by the stove in the kitchen.

“No! I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.” Eddie whined as he stirred something in a big bowl.

“Well, now I can help you. Or, at the very least, hug you while you cook.” You skipped over to him and then buried your head into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Are you making waffles?” You asked after a few minutes of hugging Eddie. You were still incredibly tired, so instead of removing your head from Eddie’s shoulder to watch him cook, you just resolved to ask him what he was doing.

“With all the fixin’s!” Eddie shouted in response.

“Not very healthy…”

“It’s our first morning here, can’t we celebrate?” You hummed in thought. It would be lovely to spend a cute morning with Eddie, but the memories from last night kept invading your mind.

“Just like we celebrated last night?” You teased.

“Well, yes. We haven’t had sex on the kitchen table yet, or the counter. And I always wanted to lick whipped cream off your body.” You playfully hit Eddie’s stomach while giggling at his comment.

“We should eat first, before we do any of that, Rockstar.”

“Yes. My precious must have a full stomach before we go for another round.” With that, Eddie turned around in your arms and stuffed a freshly prepared waffle into your mouth and kissed your face all over before returning to make your love-filled breakfast.

Beg For It

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master corners the reader and confronts them about their feelings. The Master isn’t prepared for The Reader’s response, though.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

Warnings - Canon typical violence, The Master being The Master (i.e., A desperate slut), some suggestive bits, so 18+, please!

Word Count - 1403

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This was requested on my old Tumblr by a lovely anon. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Master had a habit of staring at you. Whenever he was monologing or generally scheming he would stare at you from wherever he was standing, looking to see all of your facial expressions and reactions. He knew that he should probably be seeing if The Doctor of her companions seemed threatened, but you were so much fun compared to them!

This habit of his escalated to where The Master would separate you from the rest of the group just to hear your opinions on how his current scheme was unfolding. The Master, ever the escalator, then proceeded to kidnap you completely out of the blue. He would always detail his plans to you, even before the kidnapping. But after he started kidnapping you, he would conduct full lectures, hoping for your feedback. The kidnappings, of course, became less focused on plans for world domination and more focused on polite conversion. 

This wasn’t a usual kidnapping, however. The Master had stowed you away to a different part of the castle you, The Doctor and her other companions were exploring. He was rough and held you tightly and barely uttered a word in response to your screams of release. Once the two of you were where The Master’s TARDIS was, the alien left you to pace around the room a bit. You were confused. The Master never acted like this before during one of your kidnappings. You had to stay to get to the bottom of what was wrong with him.

The Master finally addressed you after a word with himself. And instead of him complimenting you every five seconds, The Master seemed much more uneasy about what he was doing today. Like there was something he was hiding from you that he was scared that you would find out too quickly if he didn’t mask his emotions. His shoulders were visibly tense and he kept his hands clenched whenever he wasn’t talking with them. He still complimented you, but they were laced with anger and jealousy. You assumed that it was just because of The Doctor, who had grown closer to you since she noticed how much The Master favoured you, but The Master had a quick temper so really he could be upset about anything. 

You and The Master talked and teased each other while pacing around the room The Master had brought you to. His mood seemed to lighten when your full attention was solely on him, but he would grow upset again when you mentioned The Doctor. Eventually, he broke and shouted at you.

“I am your Master and you will obey me! No one else!” The Master stomped toward you, leaning in closer than he should have and staring at your lips. This is what always happens when the two of you teased each other, so you continued to tease in order to get The Master to break again. Maybe this time he would actually admit his feelings for you which you always assumed that he had. Maybe that’s what he was hiding? Maybe his feelings made him uneasy? You laughed at The Master and his possessive comment and then strutted away from the Time Lord.

“No! I am loyal to The Doctor. You will never be my Master and I will never do what you want!” You said this with a taunting flare, hoping that The Master would know that you weren’t too serious, but he seemed to be in a non-joking mood today.

“Can we just cut the tension and get to the good stuff?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know. The back-and-forth teasing, the longing gazes, leaning in too close to one another, forgetting that The Doctor even exists as we explore the growing feelings between us. You know, all that good stuff that happens when we are alone together.” The Master bounded toward you dramatically and exuberantly. At least you got your answer, The Master did see the feelings growing between the two of you.

“Is that what really happens between us?” You coyly asked as you walked backwards willing. You knew that there was a wall behind you somewhere. The Master eagerly followed you.

“Yes, that is exactly what happens. And I know that you love it.”

“You can’t know that.” You continued to slowly stalk backwards.

“Oh really? I am a telepath after all. What makes you think that I wouldn’t roam through that pretty little mind of yours, love?”

“Because you like me and you want me to like you. You wouldn’t do something like that without my consent.” Finally, you hit the wall as soon as you said the word ‘consent,’ but The Master continued to move forward until he was practically flushed against you. He looked into your eyes for a long time, probably to search your soul for truth in your statement, but the old Time Lord couldn’t help himself from venturing a gaze at your beautiful lips.

“Kiss me.” The Master whispered, desperation dripping from his voice. You almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. Someone as powerful as The Master, who could take whatever he wanted with ease, was giving you the power in this situation. He had made a demand, yes, but he gave you full control over his emotions and hearts by giving you the option to choose what you were to do next. You would have to make your next move carefully.

“Only if you beg for it.” The Master rolled his eyes but moaned in enjoyment. He quickly covered up his moan with a deep laugh. He couldn’t have you know that he wants you that much. At least not this early in your relationship. He had already given so much away to you.

“You’re fun! I knew that there was a reason why I like you. Despite your idiotic devotion to The Doctor, you aren’t like her other little pets.”

“I thought that you said that you wanted to forget about her?”

“I think that there is only one way to do that, love.” The Master smirked again and this time you joined him in smirking before crashing your lips into his. The Master sighed in relief upon finally feeling your hot mouth against his. Getting needier, The Master held the back of your head firmly and pulled you completely against his chest by his strong arm around your back. You smiled when you felt his already hard cock straining against his plaid trousers. You were certain that this would have gone on much longer if it weren’t for The Doctor shouting for you from a nearby hall. The Master broke away from you angrily.

“Damn it!” The Master growled. 

“Leave before she sees us like this. I’ll tell her that you just left me for her to find. You know, just to make her blood boil a bit.” You gently and regretfully tried to push The Master away from you, but he stayed strongly in his spot.

“You better! I want her properly upset given that she so rudely interrupted us.” Despite the urgency of the situation, The Master smiled softly at you like he had never smiled upon you before and then booped your nose with the knuckle of his finger. It was strange seeing him be so loving, but you needed more. The Master whisked himself away dramatically just as you were becoming intoxicated by his presence. He then headed toward his TARDIS, but there was something that you needed to know before he disappeared again. 

“Are you going to kidnap me again?” The Master turned back to look at you. He almost seemed shocked by your vulnerability which was a direct contrast to how confident you were minutes before, but he again covered his emotions with a teasing smirk and a wink.

“Only if you beg for it, love.”

“Please kidnap me again, Master.” You wanted him to know that this was more than just a game to you.

“I’ll kidnap you in the most extravagantly beautiful way, my love.” To your shock, The Master bowed to you to highlight his statement.

“Now hurry before she finds us!” The Master blew you a kiss in a final farewell and disappeared into the warmth of his TARDIS. Moments later, the ship dematerialized, but you could feel The Master’s promise to you wafting through the air. This, most definitely, was not the last time you would be seeing The Master.

Dark Side Of The Moon

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary - After a stressful couple of weeks, The Reader and Peter decompress together.

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence, mentions of physical harm because of missions and training, mentions of trauma/depression/sadness

Word Count - 1766

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy!

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Things had been loud lately; the world, Xavier Mansion, your head. All of it was just way too loud. There seemed to be news being made every day, most of it bad. Many students and official X-Men members have been sporting injuries and bandages throughout the school. Professor Xavier, even, was spotted with bandages around his shoulder and neck this morning. If he found himself hurt, then it was bound to happen to you soon.

You were a newer student at Xavier School. You were a late bloomer; your powers only appeared in your early twenties after your ex broke your heart. Sudden change or trauma, Professor Xavier said when he first explained your newfound powers to you, could cause the previously dormant mutant gene in your DNA to make itself known. He then said that, frankly, it was unlikely for the gene to remain dormant for your entire life; trauma and change were, sometimes, unfortunate but quintessential parts of Human existence and therefore couldn’t be avoided.

You still felt so incredibly out of touch with the majority of the people either staying at or attending school at Xavier Mansion, no matter what The Professor had told you. You felt useless. You felt uprooted. You felt out of place. You didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere, not in the non-mutant world or the mutant world. 

Professor Xavier constantly argued against your negativity. Somehow, he always seemed to have hope, in both you and the world. He would always encourage your studies and just say that you just needed a bit more training in order to control your powers. Obviously, you understood his perspective, even though you disagreed with it sometimes. But when everything seemed to be falling apart and you couldn’t properly help yourself or the people around you, it was difficult to not be negative and actually see the positive things in life. 

You usually listened to music to get your mind off of the pain and guilt you felt. As soon as you left a classroom or training you would pop on your headphones and press play on your Walkman until you returned to your room. As soon as you got there, you would select a record and play it on your record player and just relax until you felt better. The length of time it took for you to fully relax to music had been getting longer with each passing day, though, and you worried that you might be entering into an incredibly dark place.

Today you were lying on the floor of your room, just thinking, while listening to Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd. You had already finished your classes for the day and training had been cancelled due to so many people being injured. Everyone was instructed by The Professor to have a calming couple of days to heal from their less severe injuries and catch up on their studies. You already finished the majority of your mutant homework, as well, so you were just left with your mind to deal with. As not being busy meant that you actually had to focus on the thoughts in your head and the worries you had. You didn’t really know how to relax no matter how much you tried to accomplish that goal with music.

Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd was an album that always resonated with you. Maybe, subconsciously, that’s why you chose it today. To both help you relax but also to help you process some of your emotions. 

Unfortunately, this album also reminded you of your parents. You hoped that they were okay. It had been a while since you talked to them. You didn’t know if they were disappointed in you or mad or just uncomfortable, but you missed them and wished that they would either come to see you or respond to any of the messages and letters that you had sent them.

The world wasn’t perfect before you discovered that you were a mutant, you were well aware of that. But you, at least, knew your place in the world. Now you felt burdened by the newfound responsibility these powers gave you and the stigma that was now attached to your name. Right now, you felt like there was nothing you could do to help yourself except to listen to the track currently playing on your chosen record.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

In the middle of the song “Time”, you heard a knock at your door. You sucked in a breath. You didn’t really want to see anyone. You wanted to be alone and just process things. Professor Xavier, though, always encouraged you to try and meet new people at your new home, not just go to him if you needed anything. So, you braced yourself and prepared to interact with someone potentially unknown to you.

“Come in!” You shouted over the music. You heard the door open, allowing the hallway light to stream into your dimly lit room, but you didn’t sit up fully. All of your effort was being put into allowing someone in your space; you didn’t have enough energy to spare in order to sit up to greet the stranger at your door.

You turned your head to the side and saw the person who knocked. Peter Maximoff stood in your doorway, a bit frazzled looking. He had a forced smile on his face and a bandage peeking out from the sleeve of his Rush t-shirt.

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

“Are you okay?” You asked the speedster who was standing eerily still. You shared a few mutant classes with Peter and trained with him a couple of times. He had to go easy on you every time you were on opposing sides of training activities. Peter was always apologetic to you after the fact, in his own Peter Maximoff way. One time, about two months ago, he kicked your ass into the next week and gifted you a box of Twinkies as an apology. 

Other than your interactions in classes and training, Peter was always nice to you, often sparing you from the majority of his pranks. Despite some people living in Xavier Mansion, you never had a reason to dislike the speedster. You would even dare to say that you sought out his company on the rare occasions when you felt comfortable enough to. Even though you did want him to feel similar feelings, you were shocked to see Peter standing in your doorway.

“Oh yeah! Everything’s great … well, not great but fine. I just heard your music in the hall.”

“Oh, sorry! I can turn it down if it’s bothering you.”

“No! I’m cool with it. I’m just wondering if I could listen with you. Hangout, you know, if you are comfortable with that.” Again, you were shocked that Peter wanted to spend time with you, but you allowed him to join you.

“Yeah, Peter, that sounds nice.”

Peter closed your bedroom door and walked into your room. You were surprised that he didn’t use his powers. He usually always used them, often to the annoyance of other mutants.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun

But it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Peter laid down on your carpet in a similar position to you. Once his body fully relaxed, he let out a big sigh. You looked over at him. In the closeness, you saw some more cuts and bandages littered over his body. You were going to say something about it, but Peter ended up speaking first.

“I love this album. Always have since I first heard it.”

“Me, too, even though it makes me a bit sad.”

“Yeah, I know that there’s a lot of trauma in the album, but it always made me feel seen.” You saw out of the corner of your eye that Peter was talking with his hands, causing a small smile to break out on your face.

“That’s why I chose it today. I just felt small and a bit broken lately. Somehow this album always makes me feel better despite the tragedy within it.” Peter smiled bittersweetly at your comment. He didn’t think that someone would be able to understand him as much as you did, even though The Professor always encouraged Peter to reach out and make a connection with you.

“You have a good taste in music. We should do something like this again. If you want.”

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

You looked over at Peter and he looked over at you. You noticed a couple of scabs on his cheek and chin. You frowned upon seeing them. You wished that the world wasn’t like the way it was. You wished that none of your mutant friends and peers had to hide or fight. You just wished that everything could be normal.

“Hey.” Peter brought you out of your thoughts and intertwined his hand in yours.

“I’m okay, and you’re going to be okay, too.” You smiled bittersweetly, touched by his words and his worry for you. You then curled into Peter’s side and layed your head on his shoulder. 

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

When I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

“We should definitely do this again, Peter.” You heard him chuckle before you felt him tighten his grip around you. The two of you then let the album play on while you both relaxed in silence.

Far away, across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Just a heads up everyone, I will begin posting fics again starting this week.

I've been a bit busy with personal stuff over the summer and school recently, so that is why I haven't posted. But I have built up a lot of fics, general updates, and some other things that I wanted to add to my blog that I have been meaning to post. 

So, some days might be more post heavy than others. 

I just wanted to warn everyone before I spam you guys.

But please keep in mind that I am still in school and dealing with stuff, but I am trying. So please be kind :)

- Ghost