Lie Down With Me

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. 💜

----------------------------------------------------------

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.

seeing ppl like 'dr who is finally good again' u didn't like the dog man? the funny dog man?? look at the dog man and tell him to his face that you don't like him

Look To The Future Now

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After going to a Christmas party, The Reader drops off a present for The Master for Christmas and The Master returns the kindness.

Based On This Request - 

Warnings - The Master being drunk and lonely/self-deprecating/depressed, breaking into the reader’s apartment, some suggestive themes, some references to canon. This is a canon-divergent fic - The Power of The Doctor happened, but The Doctor didn’t regenerate and the reader and Yaz still travel with her.

Word Count - 3308

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I got emotional writing this Christmas fic, too! I hope that you enjoy this and have an amazing Christmas!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Graham and Ryan were hosting the annual Christmas party this year. Before they decided to leave, you and the rest of your friends would have a little party in the TARDIS for the holidays before briefly returning to Earth to celebrate with your families and your friends. Graham extended this tradition to the group he started: the support group for previous companions of The Doctor.

The lot of you were cramped in Graham and Ryan’s home. Some companions didn’t join the party upon hearing that The Doctor would be there, though. They meant no ill will by it; they just weren’t ready to see their old alien friend again after so much time apart. Most of those who chose not to attend, in fact, bought The Doctor little trinkets and presents with notes containing apologies for their absences that Graham passed along to The Doctor. 

Other than a few mentions of past trauma, everyone had a wonderful time at the party. There was delicious food, party games, and general kindness in the air. 

You, however, weren’t having the best time. The festivities were happy and loving, but the number of people in attendance was draining. It was exciting to be with your new friends at the beginning of the party, but now you felt sluggish. All you wanted was to go home and sleep, but there was one stop you had to make before the night was over.

You had a gift prepared for The Master. And, obviously, you couldn’t just ask The Doctor to take you to The Master so you could give him a Christmas present. She would suspect you of being a spy if you did that. So you had to go through tons of shenanigans in order to get his present to him.

The Doctor dropped you off at your apartment and said her goodbyes and happy Christmases and planned for when she would pick you up again before leaving to drop some other people off at their homes. Once you knew that The Doctor was gone and not returning, you retrieved The Master’s gift and walked back out into the cold in order to enact your plan.

You had always been close to The Master since he was first introduced to you as O. You were a new companion to The Doctor at the time and The Master, or O rather, comforted you throughout the adventure and your dealings with the Kasaavin. Even after he revealed himself as The Master, he tried to be as comforting to you as possible, as possible as Time Lord can be when he knew that he was going to crash a plane.

You had O’s number from that adventure and when The Doctor went missing after everything that happened on Gallifrey you took a chance and texted The Master. Basically, you poured your heart out to him. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you had witnessed and been through and you didn’t know how to handle your life now that so much had changed. Graham and Ryan were supportive, but they didn’t understand what you were feeling, and like you, Yaz was breaking down over the loss of The Doctor. 

It took a couple of days, but The Master responded. He said every word, every phrase, every feeling you needed to hear, and more. He would text you to make sure you were doing okay, and he would ask if you needed his help, even though he was trying to keep a low profile at the moment. When the two of you were free, The Master and you would call each other and talk about everything on your minds. He was the biggest support you had during that time in your life and part of you sensed that he felt the same way about you.

Eventually, the two of you meet up in person. Because you were aligned with The Doctor, even though you had a soft spot for The Master, you were weary of The Master’s motives. So you requested to meet up in a public place. 

There was a little canal that ran through a cosy marketplace in your town. Oftentimes, people would go to the cafe or the bakery and then feed the ducks by the canal. You asked The Master to meet you at the canal and when you arrived, The Master was already sitting on a bench wrapped in Christmas lights feeding the ducks. You had bought The Master some hot chocolate from the cafe and some double chocolate muffins which he devoured; you worried if he was actually taking care of himself, but you were too scared to ask him that at the time. 

Meeting on the little bench, permanently wrapped in Chritsmas lights, by the duck-filled canal became your routine meeting spot with The Master. So, it was the only logical location, in your mind, to leave The Master’s gift.

Finally, after walking a long way from your flat, you made it to the bench. It was very cold and dark out. The Christmas lights everywhere did make everything seem warmer, but every once in a while, the bitter wind would cut through many layers and make you wince. 

You placed The Master’s present under the bench and placed a homing beacon on it. You had gotten the beacon from The Master. You were only supposed to use it in emergency circumstances only, but you made a telepathic wish to The Master’s TARDIS to take the beacon lightheartedly. Lastly, you left a thermos of hot chocolate and a small lunchbox filled with double chocolate muffins by the present. You made those instead of getting them from the cafe and the bakery by the canal so they would be fresher when The Master received them. If he received them. Your versions of the sweet treats probably weren’t as good in comparison, but you tried your best and you hoped that The Master would appreciate the sentiment. Now, you could return to your home and sleep. 

After travelling back to your flat you walked in and sleepily fumbled out of your party clothes and into your sleep clothes. You kept the majority of your lights off, but you turned on your Christmas lights so you weren’t stumbling around in complete darkness. Sooner rather than later, you completely passed out under your many blankets that you had dragged onto your couch.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Master stumbled out of his TARDIS into the bitter cold wind of December. He was a bit tipsy and very upset. He wasn’t ignorant of The Doctor’s affinity for this time of the year and instead of trying to destroy the planet Earth, he chose to torture himself. He followed The Doctor and you on your adventures throughout the day. He was mainly just doing it to make fun of all the weird Humany Christmas stuff that you and The Extended Fam were getting up to, along with peering at your beauty, but then the two of you went to the party. That’s when The Master started drinking. Everyone looked so happy to be there partying on Christmas. And he was all alone and miserable.

The Master pouted away from stalking you and The Doctor’s companions when The Doctor and Yaz got caught under the mistletoe together. They bumbled around the encounter which made The Doctor roll his eyes in annoyance.

The Master certainly wasn’t jealous of The Doctor at that moment. He just wanted to be included in something like this, even though he hated holiday celebrations like that. He could have gotten stuck under the mistletoe with you if he had been invited. He would have liked that. Especially the part where he would get to see your shocked face upon realising the situation you were in. And kissing you, of course. Kissing you would obviously be the best part of that holiday ritual.

The Master was planning on going to some random planet and killing or taking over something in order to distress from witnessing you having fun without you. But then his TARDIS beeped rapidly and piloted him back to Earth.

“No! No. Listen to me, I am your Master, and you will obey me! We are not going back to Earth. What is up with you?” The Master drunkenly rambled as he tried to take back control of his ship. 

The staggered through the semi-crowded streets of equally lonely drunk people until he got a ping on his TCE. It was a message from The TARDIS directing him into the middle of your town. He followed the directions that his TARDIS gave him until he stood in front of the bench he would always sit at until you arrived to join him with hot chocolate and muffins. The Master looked around, but you were nowhere to be seen. So why would his TARDIS lead him here?

“Why are you bringing me here? Y/n’s not here. What the point of making go to Earth when Y/n isn’t even present?!” The Master telepathically yelled at his ship while dramatically, and drunkenly, looked around to see if you were hiding somewhere.

“Look under the bench, Master.” If The TARDIS had eyes, she would have rolled them dramatically at his antics.

“Don’t take that tone with me! I don’t believe in Human Christmas, but there is no need for you to be so glib on a day like today.” 

Despite his pouty attitude, The Master did as he was told and looked under the bench. To his surprise, he found a neat-looking present with a thermos and a lunchbox beside it. He turned off the homing beacon before briefly inspecting what was before him. The present was a decently sized box in purple wrapping paper with a bronze-coloured ribbon tied around it. There was also a little tag attached with ‘The Master’ written on it in your handwriting. Have you gotten him a present? Impossible! You wouldn’t have done that for him. This must be a cruel trick by The Doctor or one of The Master’s enemies. This definitely wasn’t your kindness.

Despite his scepticism, The Master took the presents that were apparently his. He carefully tucked the present under his arm, while delicately carrying the thermos and lunchbox in his hands, and headed back to his ship in order to examine the present more thoroughly. 

The Master, impatiently, chose to investigate the present by the console instead of walking all the way to his study. He was tired and sad and believed that this was just a cruel joke that he wanted to get over with as soon as possible.

The Master opened the thermos first. He smelled the liquid inside expecting it to smell like poison, but it smelled like the hot chocolate you made for him that one time the two of you got rained out and had to rush to your apartment in order to simulate the routine the two of you had built together. He then opened the lunchbox and saw muffins similar to the ones that you always bought him. The Master was beginning to believe that this was actually a present from you, but for both his physical and emotional safety he couldn’t be positive until he ran some tests.

The Master talked absentmindedly while doing some exams over the box and the food and drink. The TARDIS beeped impatiently. She believed him to be ridiculous and just wanted him to properly enjoy all of the work and care you put into this gift. The Master sensed her annoyance.

“What? Do you want this probable bomb to explode and kill us both?”

“It’s just a present, Master! It’s from Y/n. There is no need to act like this.”

The Master sighed. Part of him wanted this to all be a trick. He had grown used to people hating him, using him, betraying him. It would make sense for you to do the same. He didn’t know how to be good for you. He didn’t know how to be who you needed. If all of this was a trick, then he wouldn’t have to face his fears of being an inferior potential partner to you.

“Are you positive?” The Master asked vulnerably.

“Y/n wouldn’t trick you. Y/n would never do something like that to you, Master. You know that.” The TARDIS beeped reassuringly.

The Master sighed again, but, finally, he opened your gift.

Inside was a vinyl record, Nightflight to Venus by Boney M., and a Russian doll painted to look like him in his Rasputin costume. The Master moved from the console to one of his sofas to get a better look at the gifts while enjoying the treats you made for him. The Master then opened up the record in order to play the album and when he looked at the songbook, he saw that you had written a little note around on the page dedicated to the song “Rasputin.”

‘I should be really upset about everything that happened that day, but you look surprisingly amazing in that costume, and I was completely mesmerised by your dancing! :)’

The Master smirked then picked up the Russian doll to see if you had hidden any other sweet notes inside. He separated that body and saw that the next doll looked like him in his seismology professor outfit with, as he expected, a little note in between the layers.

‘I need you to one day explain what Ace meant by “when I last saw you, you used to be half cat” comment.’

The Master laughed at that note. He didn’t think that you were ready for that conversation yet. The next layer of the Russian doll was painted to look like The Master in his purple outfit that he wore on Gallifrey. This note was much more sentimental.

‘I will never be able to understand the full history between you and The Doctor, but I hope that you understand that I am here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just be with.’

The Master took a deep breath before removing that layer and moving on to the next which looked like the outfit he wore when he was captured by the Kasaavin.

‘I am so sorry that you had to spend seventy-seven years alone.’

Again, The Master paused before continuing. He enjoyed both the flirty and the caring moments he got to experience with you, but sometimes the kinder moments startled him. He wasn’t used to that sort of attitude being directed his way, even though he loved knowing that you felt this way toward him. 

The penultimate layer was painted to look like him in the tux he wore to Barton’s party during your first adventure together.

‘You looked amazing in that tux! You should wear stuff like that more often.’

Again, The Master chuckled at your note. But he assumed that you wrote something more sentiment for the next layer and he tried to prepare himself. 

The final layer was him in the outfit he wore as O when the two of you first met. And he was right about the sentimentality of your note.

‘Sometimes I wish that we had met under different circumstances. Not in a bad way, but sometimes I worry that The Doctor’s perception of you clouded my early image of you. I’m sorry about that, Master.’

The Master upon first look thought that the final doll was solid wood, but after turning it around in his fingers in thought over your notes he noticed that it opened as well. Inside, there was a full letter from you, not just a little note.

Master,

I didn’t really know whether to be funny or cute with the comments and notes, so I just kinda did both. But I want you to know that I do care about you. I really do. 

It is really difficult to still be friends with The Extended Fam and The Doctor while also being interested in you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I care about you and don’t care about what they have to say. 

Sometimes I wish that they would just try to understand you, but I’m afraid that they won’t. I’ll be here, though. As long as you’ll have me. I’ll be here.

Anyway, I hope that you have an amazing Christmas, Master, and a very happy New Year!

With care,

Y/n

The Master jumped up from his seat and ran to the console, but The TARDIS had already piloted him to your apartment. He was emotional, of course, but why should he wallow in his TARDIS alone when he could be with you and return the feelings you had expressed to him?

Once he was by your flat, The Master knocked frantically on your door, but you didn’t answer. The Master grew impatient and fearful. Something could have happened to you, but if nothing had and you were just busy, that didn’t matter. The Master needed to see you now!

The Master broke into your flat with his TCE and manically began looking for you. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to look very far as you were sleeping soundly on your couch. The Master let out a sigh of relief and closed the door to your flat as quietly as possible. He then walked over to your couch and sat with his back on the armrest closest to where your head was.

The sadness of the day, the alcohol, and the surprise and happiness of you giving The Master a Christmas gift all caught up to him at once and he just felt incredibly tired. So, The Master leaned his head back on the arm of the couch and quickly fell asleep.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You stirred back into the world of awakeness after having a beautiful dream about spending a Christmas with The Master with no sneaking around or hiding or secret meetings. It was just the two of you being together with no judgment. It was a beautiful dream, but like all beautiful dreams, it ended too soon.

To your surprise, when you awoke you saw The Master sleeping in a sitting position against your couch, his head resting uncomfortably against the arm of it.

“Master … Master!” You shook The Master awake. 

“Y/n! What time is it?” 

“About three in the morning. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to thank you for the present.”

“You didn’t need to do that. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You readjusted yourself on the couch from kind of lying down position to one where you were fully sitting up and you placed your hand on the armrest. The Master then rested his head against your hand.

“Are you still tired?” The Master nodded against your hand.

“You can sleep in my bed if you want. It would be better than sleeping on the floor against the arm of the couch.” The Master gave you a hooded look; a look that gave the impression that he was about to pounce on you. But something in his eyes changed mid glance, they became softer, more thoughtful.

“We could always go back to my TARDIS. Get you a room. Or just have you stay in mine.” You looked into the eyes of the Time Lord before you for a moment, inspecting to see if he was telling you the truth or tricking you. A wide smile spread across your face upon feeling the truth radiating from him.

“Seeing and sleeping in The Doctor’s Best Enemy’s bedroom … That would be quite the Christmas present!” And with that, The Master carried you to his TARDIS for the night or however long you wished to stay with him. Your life and relationship with The Master had only just begun!

I watched the new Doctor Who episodes a couple of days ago and I loved them!

31 Fics of Fright

Day 18- The Hunter’s Moon

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Prompt: Full Moon

Notes: Yes, i did in fact get inspired from the Ghost song. I also loved getting to use my witchy knowledge in this one. The moon truly rocks! Also a bit more dialogue orientated than my usual stuff. At least to me it is. Today has been busy!

Warnings: Suggestive language.

Keep reading

Share Your Coat And Jumper

O x Reader (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Summary - The Reader gets cold on a day out and finds an inventive way to share O’s clothes

Warnings - Mostly fluff and some innuendos, so 18 plus please. O lying about his true identity, but that’s O for you

Word Count - 802

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

------------------------------------------------------------

O rarely ever took time off of work. He was offered breaks and holidays throughout the years of working for MI6, but he always refused them and continued his beloved work. Somehow, though, you managed to convince O to take a well-deserved break. There was an autumn festival close to your shared flat with O and you thought that it would be a quiet getaway that he would enjoy. 

“It’s quite cold out today. You should probably wear a jacket, or a jumper, at least.” O worriedly said as the two of you prepared to leave for the festival.

“O, I’ll be fine. It’s not that cold.” You boasted as you walked to the door of the flat.

It was so cold. As soon as you walked outside your apartment you felt the bitter cold of the wind rake through your body. O gave you a questioning look before locking up the door, but you brushed him off and began leading him to the festival.

For O’s enjoyment, you were able to hide how cold you were decently well. You constantly had a cup of hot cocoa in your hands, you huddled around heaters, and you always stayed incredibly close to O. You suspected that he knew what you were hiding, though, but you weren’t going to admit anything to your sometimes prideful roommate. Your coldness didn’t matter, what mattered was that O had a fun and relaxing break from work.

You were successful in that, at least. O loved the autumn festival. He loved the free cocoa and cider. He loved the corn maze. He loved hay bale ride. He loved pumpkin picking and pumpkin carving. He especially loved the autumnal food and the almost Hallmark movie-like autumnal aesthetic visible everywhere. To your surprise, O even loved the carnival rides and festival games scattered around the fairgrounds. You were so happy that he was having fun and smiling.

By the end of the evening, though, you couldn’t handle the cold anymore. O wanted to see the fireworks and because this was supposed to be his break from work, you had to stay to make him happy.

You shuffled impossibly closer to O as the two of you watched the fireworks. O gave you a questioning and suspicious look, just like he had before the two of you left the flat, but you elected to ignore it. You finished your current cup of hot cacao and threw the paper cup into the recycling bin. You couldn’t help but look longingly at O, he looked so happy and relaxed. You wished that you could make him this happy all the time. You also wished that he wasn’t so stressed because of his job. At least, you could cheer him up on days like this.

 A big gush of wind breezed through the festival and your body caused you to shiver and shake and get distracted from longing after O. But then, once you recovered from the breeze, an idea appeared in your brain. You manoeuvred closer to O and snuck your hands under his jumper. You hugged him and rested your head on O’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” O asked, confused yet overall unbothered by this new development.

“My hands are cold.”

“But you’re hugging me.”

“The rest of me is cold, too.” O chuckled, which rumbled through you, He wrapped his arms around you, causing his coat to also wrap itself around you too and give you some more warmth. This definitely was the best way to watch the fireworks in the cold together.

“Told you so.” O commented superciliously. 

“Okay, Mr Spy, no need to gloat. You must have a super secret, super sciency, alien gadget that fell from the sky that you and your people thought was a weapon but was actually just a weather machine.”

“No, nothing like that. I just watch the news and actually listen to the weather person when they are speaking.”

“Hmm, I don’t believe you. You must have some alien tech.” O chuckled again at your stubborn statement.

“Next time you should just listen to me when I tell you to wear something warmer.”

“Or you could just make me do as you say.” You felt O tense around you, so you looked up at him innocently. His pupils were blown out and his mouth gaped in shock. You were worried that you had ruined the day and everything between the two of you with that comment and you were about to apologise until O spoke.

“Do you want to head home a bit early? You know, to continue my break from work celebrations in a more … private … environment.” A sweet yet suggestive smirk etched itself upon O’s beautiful face.

“I would absolutely love that, O. Anything to help you relax.”

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

This feels wrong for some reason …

Hello!

So, I have been hyperfixating on Beetlejuice and School of Rock for the past couple of weeks and I really want to write something.

Both of these fandoms are incredibly comforting to me and I would like to do something revolving around them. I’ve seen both movies and I am watching Beetlejuice the Animated series currently. I’ve listened to the musicals more times than I can count!

I, however, don’t have access to watching the musicals. Does anyone have access or a link to the full Beetlejuice Musical and the full School of Rock musical?

I want to make sure that I watch the full musicals before I write anything because I don’t think just listening to the album and reading the Wikipedia pages are doing the musicals justice.

Thank you for any help you can provide!

- Ghost

☆ 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?

Hi!

I've been debating doing this since the beginning of the year just because of some personal situations, school beginning again, and me being behind on requests.

But I will be closing my requests soon.

I will be accepting any requests for (about) the next two weeks to give you guys the opportunity to send in all the requests/thoughts you might have. And I will be accepting requests for open characters on my Characters That I Write For list.

I will be closing my requests on 1 February 2023.

I'm sorry if this upsets anyone. I don't really want to do this either, but I'm behind and a bit overwhelmed. I hope that you can understand, but I am really excited to hear your requests and thoughts! 

And thank you to all the people that have requested things from me. I really appreciate that. I am working on all of your non-posted requests, I’ve just been a bit busy lately, but I will be posting things soon.

- Ghost