Characters I Write For

My 1 single critism rn is how they kept refering to the Doctor as Male? Or like implying a weird gender binary in the same breath as talking about non-binary identity

It waw... a bit cringe. Like it was clearly trying very hard and it was a good attempt. But there was something a bit cringe about it yknow. The vibes were not quite there.

The ending especially was giving your parent trying very hard to use the right words, and you appreciate it!! but god you can tell theyre not quite getting it 😭😭

Fall For Me

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summery - The Master kidnaps The Reader in order to get to know you and so as to not go to an extravagant ball alone.

Based On This Request -

Warning - references to canon typical violence, kidnapping, hypnotism without consent, some suggestive bits so 18 plus please, me making up random galaxies

Word Count - 1842

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! Also, I’ll link The Doctor version of this ask here, in case you would like to read that one as well.

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The Master was a fan of fine dining and loud demonstrations of wealth, as he always had been. He was used to that lifestyle, thanks to his parent's prestige and station on Gallifrey. Since the Time War and his banishment from his home planet, The Master obviously had to seek power in more manipulative ways and his ending up possessing wealth wasn’t always guaranteed.

The Master had schemed for years trying to gain a proficient foothold in the royal court of the Purpur galaxy. Now he was the king of his own planet and what else was there for him to do? Naturally, The Master went back to messing with The Doctor and this time, she had a companion The Master actually enjoyed. The Master kidnapped you and brought you to his kingdom in order to impress you in the best way he knew how: power and wealth. If The Master got you to fall in love with him that would be the ultimate slap in the face of The Doctor, and he would no longer be alone. 

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You awoke in an extravagantly detailed lavender bedroom with gold filigree on the wall and dressed in the comfiest and most expensive-looking clothes you had ever seen, let alone worn. The last thing you remembered was fire and loud explosives and the hypnotic brown eyes, filled with desire and warmth, of a beautiful stranger. 

You fumbled, panicked, out of the large bed you had woken up in and fell onto the floor, just as the said stranger walked through the door of the room. He offered you a good morning which you ignored. You had no idea what was going on.

“What is this place?” 

“My kingdom. Specifically, my palace. You are safe here.” You finally took a proper look at the beautiful stranger. He looked so calm and friendly, but something felt off.

“You’re The Master, aren’t you?”

“So, The Doctor did mention me, I was hoping that she hadn’t.” The stranger, the Master, seemed put off by this information. He walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind himself. You clung onto the closest bedpost, filled with fear and confusion. If The Master was planning on hurting you, there was nowhere for you to go.

“The Doctor said that you were destitute and desperately destroying everything in your path in a vain attempt to feel something.”

“Maybe you should get to know me first and develop your own opinion of me, instead of solely listening to The Doctor.” The Master walked closer to you until he was directly across from where you were huddled on the floor. He then crouched down to look you in the eye.

“What do you want then? If torturing isn’t the plan for today.”

“I would like you to accompany me to the gathering I am hosting two evenings from now. In between now and then, you may do whatever you like as long as you don’t go contacting The Doctor or her little pets.”

“That’s it?” You were sceptical.

“Yeah, pretty much. Also, breakfast is ready if you would like something to eat. You must be exhausted, love.”

“I am pretty hungry.” You were pretty sure The Master had hypnotised you. There was plenty of evidence to suggest that. Your stomach growled and your head was heavy, and your body was weak.

“I can escort you. Or I can have a guard do that.”

“A guard, please.” The Master nodded, a little sadly, but accepted your request. He needed you to like him. If he moved too quickly or too controlling, you would never trust him. 

“They will be up in a moment, love.” The Master stood up, walked to the door and bowed to you before leaving the bedroom to inform a guard that you would be needing their assistance. 

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The breakfast was divine. As was every meal you consumed during your time at The Master’s palace. You were sceptical, of course, everything The Doctor had told you about The Master was that he could manipulate anyone in the most unique ways, and he already hypnotised you once, who said that he wouldn’t do it again? However, The Master just seemed to want to take care of you. He made sure that you ate proper meals, had relaxing baths with expensive soaps, and gifted you the finest clothes. The Doctor never seemed to care about those things. She always forgot when you and her other Human companions needed to eat or sleep and even though minimalism can be a fine aesthetic, The Doctor almost seemed to look down on you collecting various things from your adventures. In your few days with The Master, you had already collected a stack of books, various gemmed jewellery, and random alien artefacts that The Master gave you after explaining the story behind how he got them.

Tonight was the night of the ball. After dinner with The Master, you took a long bath before getting dressed for the party. When you exited the steamy bathroom, you saw a beautiful outfit laid out on your bed ready for you to wear. You got dressed in the majority of the clothes yourself, despite a couple of laces on the back. But then you heard a knock on the door which broke you out on your thoughts about how the night would unfold. 

“Come in.” You heard the door to your bedroom open and shut and footsteps walking toward you. You knew that it was The Master. You tried to ignore his eyes on your back as you tried to tie the laces on your outfit.

“You look absolutely beautiful, love.” The Master finally spoke. He brought his hands up and tightened and tied the laces for you.

“Thank you for the outfit.”

“Of course. I’ve got to dress up someone as stunning as you in an extravagant outfit that could match your beauty.” The Master continued to tuck and pull and adjust your outfit until he seemed happy with it.

“There. You look perfect.” The Master smiled at you, then jolted as he remembered something.

“One last thing!” The Master pulled out a long cloak from his bigger on the inside pocket and draped it across you to where it was tied across your chest and the cloak was draped over your left shoulder.

“There. Now the outfit is complete. Are you ready for tonight?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” The Master took what he could get from you. He knew that getting you to love him was going to be a challenge, a challenge he was excited about. But he knew that you would fall for him. He could sense it. It would just take some time.

The Master escorted you from your bedroom to the upper level of the castle that led down to the ballroom. He then led you down the marble staircase with his gloved hand and showed you off to his rich guests. After greeting and meeting with some of the guests, The Master pulled you further into the ballroom and manoeuvred you, so your left hand was placed on The Master’s shoulder and your right hand was softly placed in his left hand. The Master then placed his right hand firmly on the small of your back and pulled you close to his chest.

You didn’t know how to respond to this. You were attracted to The Master, absolutely, but he was The Doctor’s enemy. He tried to hurt her, what if he tried to hurt you? 

The Master guided you through the dance that you didn’t know. You tried your best, but even The Master’s firm grip on your body couldn’t always help you perform the dance properly. 

Adding to your distractions was The Master himself. He was dressed in a tight dark purple suit with black and obsidian accents. You could smell the dark and hypnotic cologne he wore. And his eyes. They were always on you. Either staring into your eyes, ghosting over your body, or devouring your lips in his mind. It was mesmerizing having someone’s attention on you so intently. But then, as you stared back into The Master’s desire-filled eyes, you stumbled over The Master’s feet and fell into his strong arms.

“Easy there, love. I can’t have you falling for me so hard that I can’t reap the rewards later.” You didn’t even catch The Master’s insinuation until much after the fact.

“I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to dancing.” You stumbled again.

“Or the most skilful when it comes to balancing.”

“Luckily, I am here to guide you.” The Master winked at you and gripped your body tighter in order to have greater control of your movements.

The orchestra then began playing a softer, slower song. The Master leaned closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. It felt like he was wanting to kiss you. You knew that you weren’t ready for that, even though you were growing to like the alien. Instead, you leaned forward and rested your body against The Master’s. You felt his body tense, not in anger or rejection, but in shock. He assumed that you were going to deny his advances outright. The Master happily wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against yours. You could feel his strong arms continuing to guide you through the alien dance, preventing you from falling or stumbling again.

The rest of the night was similar to this and more fun than you had anticipated. You met tons of new people from dozens of planets that you had never heard of before, you had delicious alien foods and drinks, and The Master taught you so many new dances and caught you whenever you stumbled or wobbled, but eventually, the night had to end. After all of the guests either left for their own planets or went to their guest rooms for the night, The Master escorted you to your room. 

“Thank you for accompanying me. This gathering would have been absolutely boring without you there.” You could feel The Master toying with the laces of your outfit playfully.

“It was a very fun night, Master. I’m not going to say thank you for kidnapping me, but I did have fun with you.” The Master smiled genuinely at you, but then his face became solemn and serious.

“Get some rest, love. I, unfortunately, have to take you back to The Doctor tomorrow and I assume she will exhaust with questions.” The Master took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead before turning away from you.

“Do you have to take me back?” You asked, surprising even yourself.

“I’ll kidnap you again soon.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” The Master sent you a wink before entering the room across from yours. Was he staying in that room the entire time you had been here? Maybe you would have to pay The Master a visit in the middle of the night if you were unable to sleep.

I finally watched Knives Out and it was so good!

Happy New Year Everyone!

I hope that 2023 treats us all well!

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT SPY!MASTER PUPPY EYES???

He's always fucking around and then he serves puppy eyes AND THAT'S INSANE

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

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

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

My requests are officially closed. 

Thank you to everyone who requested fics from me! I really appreciate it.

I’m going to go a bit out of order when it comes to finishing them, but only for the Valentine’s Day fics. Which I will work to finish in time for the holiday. Then I will get back to finishing everything else in order. 

I still have some stuff going on in my personal life and also school. So, I will try to get everything out in a professional amount of time, but some grace would be nice.

Thank you, again! 

-Ghost

Sneaking In

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - Missy sneaks into The Doctor’s TARDIS and The Reader catches her.

Warnings - The Reader feeling a bit lonely and misunderstood by The Doctor, Bill, and Nardole, Missy feeling similarly

Word Count - 839

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just a short thing that I thought of. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You walked the few lonely steps back to The TARDIS and stepped inside, the machine’s comfort immediately washed over you. That is until the smell of expensive perfume and nail polish hit your nose. Your head jolted up and you instantly caught sight of someone who was not supposed to be there.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in The Vault?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be with the Doctor?” Missy immediately retorted, curt and cold in order to mask jealousy growing in her hearts. Her eyes flitted up from her nails to your face before eventually returning to decorate and perfect her nails.

“I thought you hated it when I paid more attention to the Doctor than I did you?” You hit the metaphorical nail on the metaphorical head with that question. You assumed to know how the Gallifreyian before you had felt, but your only “evidence”, if you could call it that, were glances thought to be unseen and “accidental” touches that lasted a second longer than they should have.

 Missy fell silent after that, caught both physically and emotionally, which Missy, most definitely, did not enjoy, and you could see it, too. The silence between the two of you carried on for just a bit too long. Each passing second compromised Missy’s resolve, her jealousy inching ever closer to being visibly written on their face. 

“The Doctor knows, don’t they?” Missy laughed at that comment, thinking you to be a naive child, but Missy was also grateful that you offered a window for her to put on a new mask before the silence ate away at her old one.

“Of course, he doesn’t know, Y/n! The Doctor is slower than he cares to admit, and he is growing even slower with age.” Missy whispered the last half of the statement with a hand raised to her mouth in an act mimicking schoolyard gossip.

“Trust me, The Doctor does not know.” She finished her statement triumphantly and matter-of-factly, her most commonly used facade restored. You huffed, hoping to discover something new about the Gallifreyan you travelled with. Now you were just bored. There would be no adventure with the Doctor today, it was too late to go running after him and you could feel the TARDIS urging you to stay. But you still wanted something interesting to happen, not a dry conversation with a teasing Time Lady.

“What are you planning on doing then, Missy?” You leaned against The TARDIS console nonchalantly.

“I was planning on going through The Doctor’s things, but now that you are here … We could always go on our own adventure without that stuffy old fool!”

“But what if The Doctor needs The TARDIS?” You questioned.

“You know how this machine works. We can go have ten adventures back-to-back and return here long before The Doctor even notices that we disappeared!” You thought about what Missy was offering you for a moment. You could see the hopefulness laced in the corner of her eyes, but you tried to ignore her and just think about what you wanted for once. 

“I guess we can go somewhere, then. But nothing too dangerous, Missy!”

“I would never dream of putting you in harm's way, my darling.” Missy quickly slithered from her seat and strutted over to where you stood. She quickly and dramatically typed the coordinates of where she wished to go onto The TARDIS console system. While the two of you waited for the ship to travel through the time vortex and arrive at your desired destination, Missy made you dance with her. She kept a hand firmly on your lower back; you could feel her pulling you closer to you every now and again. Missy then spun you around a couple of times before dipping you and leaning in incredibly close to your face. Suddenly, a bell from the console chimed.

“Oh look! We’re here!” Missy popped up to a standing position, bringing you with her. Missy went to open the TARDIS doors, but before she did that, she spun you around in a circle and left you dizzy by the console.

“Well come on, you silly sausage! We haven’t got all day.” You rolled your eyes at the Time Lady’s antics and dashed up to her. Missy flirtily held out her arm for you to take so she could guide you around the planet. You took it but ignored her attitude. You just wanted to have fun today, and not think about any ulterior motives the Gallifreyian might have. Missy then happily led you around the planet she took you to, showing you all of the most popular sights and more. It was a wonderful day.

But eventually, the trip had to end, so Missy piloted the two of you back to The Doctor’s location. Missy hid herself away and The Doctor, Bill, and Nardole were none the wiser of your impromptu trip with the supposed to be imprisoned Time Lady. Maybe Missy could offer you much more than The Doctor ever could.

Baking Hijinks

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After a week of The Doctor avoiding the reader, the reader convinces The Doctor to bake with them, almost causing unearthed feelings to reveal themselves.

Warnings - mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count - 2702

A/n - I hope you enjoy!

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Everything that could have gone wrong seemingly did. You felt as if there was nothing you could do to stop the chaos for a brief moment. The Master had resurfaced a couple of adventures ago and had made The Doctor’s life miserable. Which subsequently made your life miserable. The Doctor grew more and more distressed by the various tedious, teasing clues The Master had been leaving for him, like breadcrumbs, about her current scheme. All these little distractions pulled The Doctor further away from you.

This obviously serious distraction of The Master and her evil plans had caused every adventure you and The Doctor would go on to turn out horribly wrong. No one died, thankfully, but many were injured, including you and The Doctor. He had obsessively looked after you were injured, all the while not taking care of himself. Once you had recovered, however, The Doctor avoided you. You were beginning to hate The Master for the way she caused The Doctor to act. All you wanted was to be with The Doctor and to help him with whatever he was feeling right now. But because of what The Master did and the state of fear she put The Doctor in, you were unable to do as you wished.

Because you missed The Doctor so much, you would often replay the last moment you really interacted with each other over and over again in your head. The Doctor carried had you to the TARDIS medbay after you were injured in The Master’s plan, even though you knew you could walk there unaided, but he insisted on helping in this way. While on the walk to the medbay, he explained that you could have internal injuries and that walking would worsen your state. You didn’t think your injuries were that bad, but The Doctor said that he wasn’t going to take any chances. You asked about him and if it was worth it to possibly worsen his injuries in order to stop yours from getting worse. The Doctor didn’t acknowledge your questions, as you had arrived in the medbay and The Doctor instantly became preoccupied with tending to your wounds.

The Doctor didn’t help himself, at least, not that you observed. He carried you to your bedroom and told you to rest and call him if you needed him. He also informed you that he would be setting up an alarm on his TARDIS to notify him if your condition got worse. For the next few days, The Doctor looked after you obsessively, barely ever leaving your side and doing everything for you. The Doctor didn’t seem to be injured at a distance or at a quick glance, but you assumed that he was just hiding his injuries for your sake. He also refused to bring up the instances that lead up to you getting hurt in a vain attempt to spare you any further strife. He was only focused on the improvement of your health. 

But as soon as you were mostly healed except for a few scabs, that’s when The Doctor began to avoid you. Whenever he would accidentally run into you, clear that he was trying to use the labyrinthian halls of The TARDIS in order to run away from you, his face would be washed with guilt and he would wring his hand looking everywhere except your face. He would talk quickly and without emotion, obviously wanting to escape as soon as possible.

You had received injuries with The Doctor before, but this was the most extreme instance, probably explaining why The Doctor was hiding from you. You assumed that he was fearful that you would want to leave and if he avoided your presence, you could never ask him to take you home. You might have yelled at him for his childish possessiveness if it wasn't for the fact that over the days you were left isolated, you discovered how desperately you wanted his attention. Or, to put it more bluntly, you discovered that the comforting feelings you always felt when around The Doctor were romantic in origin. 

The Doctor obviously felt the same, otherwise, he would have let you leave, but knowing a mutual attraction made the lack of interaction between the two of you even more heartbreaking. You wanted to shake him. Scream about how much you loved him, but you couldn’t. Firstly, you couldn’t find him or get him to properly interact with you. Secondly, you had no idea how to tell the alien your romantic feelings for him.

The current unfortunate event of the week was the TARDIS malfunctioning. You were unaware if this was because of something The Doctor had done or if she was just having a tantrum or something else entirely. The Doctor said that he would explain later when you questioned him while he was stuck, or was rather hiding, under the TARDIS console while rummaging through her wires. You were obviously dissatisfied with this answer minimizing but left him to his fixing. 

You tried to accept this new set-up, but the ship you called your home was always surprising you. Rooms moved around randomly, compared to the strategic, labyrinthian map the TARDIS organised rooms by. You wouldn’t be surprised if she had a colour-coded schematic, but at the moment, nothing made sense. When you wanted to go to the library, you ended up in the trampoline room. You tried to find The Doctor’s study to try and get him to talk to you again, you arrived at the swimming pool. You tried to go to the console room but ended up walking in a circle and wound up back in your room. You stayed there for a while, mentally exhausted, so you decided to get some reading and creative work done. At one point, out of boredom, you even started dancing Risky Business style to loud music. 

Though these small distractions offered you some amount of serotonin, you quickly grew bored again. You tried to plead with The TARDIS to actually let you arrive at your desired destination. You hadn’t eaten all day except for a few sugary snacks you had snuck into your room, so your growling stomach requested a substantial meal, or maybe some baked goods because who doesn’t love baked confectionaries? Thankfully, the path you were taking seemed normal. You took a calming breath before reaching the door you hoped was the kitchen. Though, you were initially disappointed when you opened the door and saw stacks of books and papers and walls made of bookshelves and a detailed web of all of The Master’s clues and previous schemes. 

You were in The Doctor’s study and were about to turn and leave until you saw a sleeping Doctor hunched over his desk. He looked awful, with dark circles under his eyes, his hands stained with ink and covered in scabbed cuts from where he was injured on your last adventure. Again, you contemplated leaving, allowing The Doctor to sleep because he did so rarely, but light in an adjacent room beyond a small purple couch on the opposite side of the study caught your eye. You crept into the room, cringing whenever the floorboards would creak. The new room was a kitchen. Of course, The Doctor would have a kitchen attached to his private study. He loved his homemade sweets. You would have to suggest to The Doctor that you should have a kitchen attached to your bedroom once the two of you begin talking regularly again.

Like the study being a smaller, more personal version of the main TARDIS library, the kitchen was a quaint, very Doctor, version of the larger main kitchen. There was a small four-person table with a light purple rug beneath it. Cabinets that matched the wood of the table, the cabinets were labelled with what should have been in them, but nothing was in its place, and there was a small, abstract, purple crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling and giving a gentle, atmospheric light to the room.

You snuck around the kitchen, doing your best to be quiet. You thought it would be best to carry your supplies in two trips to minimise noise, one for all of the ingredients and the other for all of the supplies. But being the clumsy klutz you were, you tripped over the edge of the carpet beneath the table causing the pans, bowls and utensils you were holding to fly out of your hands and land on the kitchen floor with a momentous crash. You cursed yourself, crouching quickly to pick up everything, hoping that you did not wake up The Doctor.

“What?! What‘s going on?! Who’s invading us?!”The Doctor ran into the kitchen with his sonic in one hand and a large spoon in the other. His usually slicked back and perfectly combed hair was standing straight up, his sweater vest was wrinkled, and one of his paint legs was rolled and scrunched up, exposing his purple sock. The Doctor’s matching purple tie was also loose, hanging sleepily around his neck. Frankly, he looked like a hilarious mess.

“No one is invading us. Doctor, everything is fine.” You tried to sound calm for The Doctor’s sake, but there was the remains of a giggle lurking in your throat.

“Then what the hell happened?!” He waved the spoon and sonic around dramatically.

“Oh,” you finally stood up and moved the things you had dropped back to the table, “I just dropped some pans and baking utensils. Are you okay? You seem stressed.”

“Why are you baking?” Of course, he ignored your question, he was much too selfless for his own good.

“Just to relax. Also, I’m quite hungry, so that helps. I want to make some fettuccine alfredo, but I can’t get over my intense craving for brownies and the moment. I’m sorry that I’m in your study kitchen, by the way. I tried to get to the main kitchen, but The TARDIS had other ideas.” The Doctor still looked shocked, his chocolate eyes wide with fear as he breathed heavily. 

“Do you want to help me?” You hoped that he would say yes so you two could finally move on from this awkward stalemate the past week had been. You just wanted to be close to him again. Maybe you could inch closer to confessing your feelings, too.

The Doctor agreed, but still avoided eye contact and remained mostly silent. You both moved around the small space comfortably, both clad in dorky aprons The TARDIS probably picked out for you. The Doctor seemed to open up the more as the two of you mixed ingredients. Both of you decided that scraping the idea of an actual meal was a brilliant idea and instead the two of you decided to make chocolate chunk brownies and chocolate chip cookies. You suggested that the two of you should eat said sweets with ice cream. 

You mixed one batter mix and The Doctor mixed the other, all in silence. You poured the brownie batter into the baking tin while The Doctor meticulously tried to separate the cookie dough into equal portions. His brows were furrowed, and he bit his lip in intense concentration. You couldn’t help but smile at this innocent look he pulled off so well. He was thousands of years old, he overthrew evil tyrants and saved galaxies, but he looked like a toddler trying to perfect a drawing to hang on the fridge. You saw this as your opportunity to try and return your friendship to the playfulness that was present before this terrible week started, or, at least, end this awful silence. You stuck a finger into the brownie batter and dolloped the unbaked mix on The Doctor’s nose, causing him to shriek and lose his concentration on the cookies. You burst into a fit of loud giggles, doubling over. The Doctor only glared. 

“Y/n! Why did you do that?” He went to wipe away the batter, but you grabbed his hands to stop him, forcing him to face you.

“Why not do that? It's funny.” He disagreed and, again, tried to move to clean his face, but you kept him in his place. You stared at each other for a while, a plan began growing in your mind like a beautiful and tempting flower. The Doctor’s confusion showed brightly in The Doctor’s eyes. You suddenly leaned forward, still holding The Doctor so he couldn’t back away, and licked a dollop of brownie batter off of his face. You smirked at his flabbergasted expression, his jaw dropping and his warm brown eyes growing wide in shock again. 

Leaving the adorable alien to comprehend what just happened, you turned to collect the baking trays and place them in the oven. You continued to ignore The Doctor’s shock, putting all the food supplies away and collecting the dirty utensils and placing them in the sink to wash later. With everything finally put away, you went to clean the things in the sink. After a few more minutes of silence, you felt The Doctor’s hands hesitantly wrap around your waist and his chin rest on your shoulder.

“To answer your question from earlier, I'm not okay. And I’m very stressed and worried. But this has cheered me up greatly.”

“Do you want to talk about anything?” You turned your head slightly to look at him and to your surprise, The Doctor didn’t look away. His eyes were big and sad but filled with care for you, almost like he couldn’t believe that you were a part of his life.

“Not now, but maybe later.”

“Okay, but just know that I’m here whenever you need me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for being so distant. I was afraid that you would want to leave. That’s the opposite of what I want, Y/n.” You dried your hands and turned in his arms to face him. He stiffened a bit, not used to being this close to you, but you squeezed his arms reassuringly.

“I assumed that that’s how you felt, I’ve been wanting to reassure you this entire time. I don’t want to leave, Doctor. I don’t know what I would be without you.” You lent your head against him, hoping he would understand your insinuation. 

“Do you really not want to leave? You were hurt because I got us into a mess. I was meant to protect you.” Both of your noses bumped against each other, but you couldn’t tell if he did it on purpose.

“I’m positive that I don’t want to leave. I trust you, Doctor. I always have and I always will. And despite how much you want to, you can’t protect me in every situation. What matters is that you helped me when I needed it. Now I want to help you because you definitely need it right now.” Your noses bumped again and again, and The Doctor ghosted his hands up your body until his hands were cradling your face.

“I’m starting to care about you very deeply, Y/n.”

“And I’m starting to care about you very deeply, Doctor.” He shifted closer, his lips just hovering over yours. When you thought that this agonising suspense would finally be over and your greatest wish would finally be realised, the timer indicating that the brownies and cookies were done baking went off, causing the two of you to separate. You briefly looked to The Doctor, who looked away, flustered and running a nervous hand through his hair. You ended up quickly running from the situation and flusteredly fumbled while retrieving the baked goods and the ice cream to ignore your embarrassment about your almost moment with The Doctor. 

You hoped that soon enough you would have another moment with him, but in the meantime, you would just have to settle for sharing this snack with him, and revelling in the fact that you were no longer sneaking around The TARDIS avoiding each other. This would be enough, for now, to see his smile, the warmth of his eyes, and to see him forget about all of his stresses while he was with you. This would be enough.

I love the fact that my internal clock decided to shift just as soon as I start trying to be more productive on here. It really is a great feeling!